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JAJAJA IM SORRY I JUST LOVE FRIENDS

Rosita deserves better and Alex just… is super cool, should I make them official?

Uuffff Ricks group was completely blindsided… 😬😬

Wildcats (Part XXXI)

XXXI. Lonely day

MASTERLIST

Summary: The most loneliest day of my life (sarcastically)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, minors with guns, cursing, a friends reference, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: I highly recommend you to hear this song (the title of the chapter) by System of a Down, it's very good. I really like it.

“You know? I used to defend myself pretty decently in the kitchen”, you began softly, “but in the old times I would… you know watch a video on my phone and go, uh I want to eat that, so I would go to the store and get the ingredients to make”, you told them with a soft smile, “but never like this you know, you are like a witch, make magic out of… just things”, you laughed, Carol giggled as she put ingredients in a bowl, many of which came from a can

“It’s not that difficult, come here”, you passed by her side of the kitchen after washing your hands, and she began teaching you little tips. This goes with this, if you want it with sugar you can eat this, this can replace butter, and so on.

Daryl just watched the two of you bond sitting on the kitchen bar with his head on his hands, he seemed hypnotized by the two of you, so he just looked at your interactions with a small smile on his lips 

He stayed until she served the three of you food, and you ate happily, it was one of the best things you had eaten, and you let her know that.

The environment near Carol, for the first time since you knew her, wasn’t heavy or tense, for the first time she was being honest with you, her true self, as the three of you ate. You still could feel the darkness looming, of the impending conflict, of the coming war. But tonight, you decided to put all of that aside.

As soon as you were done with dinner, you cleaned up, and, to your surprise, Rosita came to the house looking for you

“Hey, what’s wrong?”, you asked her softly, her eyes were a bit bloodshot, like she had been crying

“Can you cover my guard shift tonight?”, she asked you, and if she was coming to you, you knew she didn't have another choice, so you nodded

“Of course”, you assured her

“Its from eight to 4”, she warned, but you nodded

“It’s everything alright?”, you asked her, she just shook her head.

“Abraham left me”, she whispered, “I thinks there’s someone else”, you opened your mouth

“What? really?”, you asked her. From all the couples of Alexandria, Abraham and Rosita would be the last ones you expected to split up, “I’m so sorry”, you whispered

“I’m just… too distracted you know? I don’t think I would be able to guard properly”

“Say less”, you assured her, she only nodded, and left. You weren’t concerned, she was a woman of a few words that preferred to lick her wounds alone, yet… This proved to you she knew she could count on you, so if she needed you, she was going to come to you.

“I’m on guard duty”, you told Daryl, as he was talking to Carol in whispers, both seemed like they were onto something very interesting, stopped speaking just as you entered back to the house

“Alright”, Daryl said simply, “ya sure?”, you barely nodded, so he didn't fight it. Rick came next to the house and Daryl took the opportunity to leave quietly, thinking you wouldn’t notice, you didn’t know what that was about.

“Tomorrow we are going to the Hilltop”, he said, you frowned

“Why?”, you asked

“To gather support to fight the saviors”, he said, he expected you were going to be against it, like he prepared for you for it. “I know you are not into the idea”

“Of my family starting a war?”, you asked him, “not really”

“We will win this”, he said, convinced

“But at what cost?”, you asked

“We will get Hilltop’s help, Jesus said they were trading with more groups… this could be the start of something, if we all fight the saviors they’ll have no choice but to release them”

“Promise you are only going to talk to the Hilltop”, you begged him, you didn’t even know what Hilltop was about. 

“Yes”, he said quickly, “I need you to stay here”. you would ask why, but you guessed is because of your negative for the whole operation in the first place, “Need you to keep the place in one piece, besides, Deanna is not into this either”

“Fine”, you said, “but I want to go eventually”, you said with a soft smile

“Of course you will”, he said, “Carl is staying, the new guys too”

“Fine”, you echoed. He left you. Of all the things you had disagreed on with Rick, this was definitely the worst one, the strongest you felt. Besides you couldn’t get distracted with a war, you needed to deal with the walkers on the quarry and to make Alexandria stronger and more united.

You went directly to the armory, you grabbed an assault rifle with a scope and a silencer, and you went to the gates, you stopped on your tracks when you saw Abraham and Sasha talking and laughing, with a very -strange- closeness between them. 

No… What?

You relieved them, and she nodded in your direction with a smile, you nodded back, but Abraham just didn’t even look at you, he was too smitten with Sasha to notice. 

You didn’t want to take sides, Abraham was… a great figure in your life and in your group, but Rosita was your friend and… you really needed to get more info on the matter. 

You shook your head and you climbed onto the platform near the gates. 

Something you had learned in your months alone… At night, you remembered how scared you were, those first nights, in complete darkness, not knowing what loomed there, until, one night, when you found a bottle of moonshine, you decided, very drunk, that you could “connect” with the night, with the darkness, that it was a state of mind, and after many nights -sober-, you determined you were right.

It took a couple of minutes, it required you to close your eyes to tune your ears, then open them to adjust them to the low light.

It’s a state of mind, it’s a state of mind

You chuckled when you remembered a funny chapter of one of your favorite TV shows, anyways… Unagi: A state of total awareness 

Anyways, of course you looked outside the walls, but you looked inside as well, from this perspective you could see the main street of Alexandria and many of their houses

From here, a silent post beside the wall, you could see many things.

You saw Rick coming out of Jesse’s house, what was up with that?

You saw the couple that just left take a turn and not go for Abraham’s house, the house he shared with Rosita, you saw them going into the group’s second house. You saw Denise with Tara walking hand in hand… and then you saw Daryl, coming out of Aaron’s garage, his usual workshop, with Carol and they seemed to be talking about something, they both seemed excited, which was very odd. They didn’t even catch you watching, so you just turned back to the complete darkness. 

It was such a contrast 

Out there? the wild, sick world that wanted to rip you apart and eat you, and in here… behind the safety of walls, stood you, protected from the outside world. Life & Death, Danger & Safety.

Bananas.

Some voices took you out of your determined stance, again, from here, you could see everybody, but nobody could see you. You look back towards the street, but the voices were ricocheting, it finally led you to the source, against the side of Deanna’s house, against the wall. From here, and with the help of the lights from the houses still on, you could see the distinctive figures of Smith, and Spencer, they were talking in angry whispers.

And then they both started walking towards you

You were a curious person, you wanted to know what they were talking about… but.. also if they say something you shouldn’t hear… But you couldn’t hear shit, Rodd would be so disappointed. 

You just stood there, guarding, they are the ones that should be careful, right? But you really started to wonder what they had to talk about in such… 

“Good night darlin”, Smith seemed to interrupt Spencer in the middle of his sentence, clearly meant for him to shut the hell up now that he noticed that you were within ear range

“Good morning gentlemen”, you said with an even voice

“I thought Rosita was going to be up there tonight”, muttered Spencer

“She asked me to cover for her”, you answered firmly 

“You heard her, my turn to guard”, Smith muttered, climbing the platform you were on.

“It’s Spencer’s turn”, you clarified

“Well, I’m covering for him”, he said simply, and you didn’t want to be difficult, so you just nodded, trying to ignore his imponent figure by your side. You looked at Spencer walking away from the both of you, he seemed disappointed. “So? how are you feeling tonight darlin?”, he asked, there's something about him that made you terribly nervous

“I’m better”, you said, more firmly, trying to put as much distance between you as you possibly could, in that small platform it was a bit difficult, but you liked the space

“You ran off today”, he said, “I can tell this is hard for you”, he was being condescending, but you really didn’t want to react poorly

“It is”, you whispered, “I don’t want anybody to die”, you whispered, “we have been through so much, we finally have this thing going on for us and… I just want to enjoy it, but we can’t seem to catch a break”, you whispered. “With an army of walkers looming over us, and then the Saviors”

“They seem like nasty sons of bitches”, he said

“I just don’t get it”, you answered, “I’ve come across groups that…”, you interrupted yourself, “nasty ones, truly nasty ones, that I still have nightmares about… I just don’t understand, we should all be fighting the dead together, not amongst ourselves”, yous aid, exasperated, “we have all lived through unimaginable pain, none one of us has gone through this unharmed… we should be focusing all of our efforts into ending the hordes of dead ones, and try to make things right again, instead, we are fighting and killing each other” 

“So what do you think we should do with the Saviors?”, he asked

“Cut the best deal possible, now… before there’s dead ones on both sides… before it's too late, maybe we made it out the lot of us”, you said simply, “but Rick is right, they will not treat us fairly, I have seen it, these bastards are bullies, feeding on the terror they can impose on their victims, they will tease, and take, and bully, and press, and threaten, try and make us bend, and bend, and bend… but the thing is… we will break first”, you muttered, “we will snap”

“So that’s it uh?”, he asked, more outloud than expecting an answer

“I get what this Negan guy is trying to accomplish, I think, but that isn’t the way, you can’t put the worst people to deal with the decent people still in this world… that’s how it works, bigger empires had fallen for less”, you whispered, “anyways... The idea of having two people on watch is that they guard different points”, you said giving him a side eye

“Yeah sure but this is way more entertaining”, he said simply. You only chuckled

“Where you out there much?”, you asked him then, curious 

“Not really”, he said, “I was never alone, first I was with my wife, then with Laura and her father… then more people joined us… then… Well, some left, some died… other came and went, we were the last ones standing”

“I’m sorry”, you whispered

“How about you?”, he asked

“When this shitshow started I was in Atlanta, met some people there, we put on a team to try and wipe out the dead”, you muttered, “then I left said team after a couple died, I was alone out there, scavenging, never staying in one place… until Carl found me sleeping on a roof”, you whispered, “then I met the group, and we traveled together here, found it on our way to DC”

“Damn, you were out there alone?”, he asked

“Yeah”, you whispered, “For a while”

“How did you manage?”, he asked

“I’m not gonna lie there were some days in which I just… didn’t seem to see where the ship was going, know what I mean? so I just… discovered that primal part of me that many others have too… the survival part”, you rambled, looking into the void of darkness beyond the wall, “I have done things, thought things that a couple of years ago would have frightened me, but now, I just… I internalized it, created this thing, between the survivor and the old me, and she is… kinda unhinged”, you said, chuckling, he chuckled too, “I’m gonna take a lap”, you muttered

The hours passed slowly, by the time it was done, it was 4am and everything was dead, dark, not lights in the houses.

Smith found you in the other post and walked you back home

“So you are saying, you could work with the saviors”, he said

“I don’t think we have a choice, but I will do as Rick and the rest want”, you said

“What about Deanna?”, he asked then, and then you remembered his heated conversation with Spencer

“She is great, and a good leader, but my loyalty goes to Rick first”, you warned, he smiled, and nodded

“Good to know”, he said.

“Hey”, to your surprise, Daryl came out of the house

“You waited for me?”, you asked sweetly, but Daryl was too occupied throwing daggers at Smith to care for your words, as he reached where you were standing on the porch and placed a hand on your hip, possessively., “thank you”

“F’course”, he said, but he was still looking at this guy. “Let’s go”, he said, you waved weirdly at Smith who was just looking at the scene, entertained and walked away once you were back inside the house

“What were you doing with that guy!?”, he asked angrily, as soon as you were alone, making you flinch

“We were on guard duty, the both of us”, you answered back with a frown

“It's like everytime I turn you are with him!”, he said, and you didn’t understand why this guy make Daryl tick so much

“it was an unfortunate set of accidents”, you said calmly, “nothing else”, he promised, caressing his arms

“Don’t like him”, he said

“I know”, you answered back, “I will try to stay away from him, alright?”, you asked, with a smile creeping onto your face, you kinda found this jealous Daryl… interesting.

“What are you smiling for?”, he asked

“Never seen you this jealous before”, you teased, he smirked

“Yer mine, I told ya”

“Yeah, and you are mine”, you said, with your hand on his hips, “in that same square, what were you up to before, in Aaron’s garage?”, you asked him, he chuckled, but he averted your gaze

“Nothin”

“Are you going to try to put another bike together?”

“Yeah”, he said with a soft smile

“Well… if you are a biker you know what that makes me?”, you asked him with a cheeky smile

“Mmm my ol’ lady”, he said, you laughed

“Indeed”, you brought him to you and kissed him softly, “let’s go to bed”

“We aint’ gonna’ be sleepin’ much”, he warned

“Yeah I know”

“Tomorrow I got that trip to the Hilltop”, he said, his blue eyes analyzing your face

“Don’t go”, you begged him, his face quickly twisted into a frown

“What?”, he asked 

“Don’t go”, you insisted, “stay home, with me”

“I have ta’ go”, he said, “we are getting people to fight the saviors!”

“We shouldn’t”, you said quickly, “we shouldn’t fight them”

“They kidnapped and tortured you!”, he said angrily

“Yeah, and the claimers threatened to rape and kill us, after beating us up, and the terminus people locked us up and tried to eat us, and the wolves tried to hack us up while I wasn’t here, but here we are!”, you said

“Yeah because they're dead!”, he said quickly, “they are all dead!”

“I’m trying to get what happened to me behind this”, you said, he stopped in his tracks, “I’m not going to let what happened define me!”, you said angrily, “I’m not going to let those bastards ruin my life!”, you said, “but maybe it's too late, if you keep going down this path, it will be ruined!”, you said. He shook his head

“How ya’ think I feel?!”, he asked angrily, making you jump in your place, “M’yer man, of all the men here ya chose me to protect ya, ya gave yourself to me and I failed!”

“I’m with you because I love you for who you are, I did not “gave myself” to you because I wanted you to protect me!”, he stood there, quietly, “you are not at fault for this!”, you said back

“We need to make it right!”, he said back. 

“If you want to make it right just… don’t let it happen to anyone else!”, you said, “we can’t get anybody killed, especially not one of us!”, you said quickly, “do not go to war with that jackass, we will lose, we will, many will die, and that will not be in our hands, alright?”, he shook his head

“It’s happenin”, he said, “wer goin”, you just nodded. And he walked away from you

“Where are you going?”, you asked him

“My room”, he said, he wasn’t angry, but he did seem disappointed. You pouted, you literally pouted, he didn’t tell you to go with you. You just shook your head to keep your tears at bay and you went up the stairs, to your room.

One step forwards, and two back…

You slept alone for the first time since you were back, and it felt crappy, and you promised yourself that whatever it was, tomorrow you were gonna fix it before he leaves. You were so tired you fell asleep immediately.

The very next day, you helped them get everything they needed.

You looked like a little kid, whose parents were going out and were going to be left at home with their least favorite aunt or uncle.

“When we come back, we’ll deal with the walkers in the quarry, we will need the training”, Rick promised, just like a parent would give a poor consolation prize to the kid left behind.

You barely nodded.

You watched Daryl move things into the RV, head hanging low, so you approached him with a smile

“Be safe”, you said, he looked at you surprised, as he didn’t expect it, like he expected you to be mad at him

“Yeah”, he assured you, you hugged him tightly, kissing him softly on the lips, everyone was there, you didn’t care, he was smiling when you split

“Come back to me?”, you asked him

“Always”, he answered back

“M’sorry fer last night”, he whispered

“You don’t have to be, people disagree on things, that’s what happens”, you said gently, “I did not like sleeping alone tough”

“Yeah, me neither”, he whispered

“Have you heard the saying, if you can’t fight them join them?”, you asked him, “I will join you in whatever you all want to do if I can’t convince you otherwise”, you whispered, he nodded, “there’s strength in numbers”

“love you”, he whispered

“love you too”, you answered back

“You both are going to give me diabetes because of all that sweetness”, Carol mocked as she walked by, ready to go.

Going out there was a risk, with the saviors going around, so they were taking most of the team, and where heavily armed, just in case

Maggie, Glenn, Beth, Abraham, Sasha, Eugene, Carol, Michonne, Aaron, Daryl, Morgan and Rick.

Leaving you with Rosita, Tyresse, Gabriel, surprisingly Alexander, and of course the kids and the Alexandrians 

You wanted to go to the Hilltop, but this wasn’t the day, and you were not gonna fight it, you only regret you didn’t have that jealousy-motivated sex, Daryl was looking all riled up and… you were getting horny again

“I know that look”, whispered Daryl in your ear, you giggled

“You get me all riled up and then you bolt, that is not nice Dixon”, you warned, he chuckled

“I have something nice for ya, fer when I get back”, he whispered, that truly peaked your interest, you looked quickly at both sides, and when you made sure nobody was watching you, you hooked your finger in the hem of his pants

“It better be something I haven’t seen before”, you teased, he got so red he hid under his hair

“It ain’t”, he said, after shooking his hair off of his face and looking at you with a sheepish smile. You smiled widely

“You know how curious I am, and you saying this just before taking off is kinda mean”, you laughed, “but… I’ll make sure to have something nice for you too then”, you said with a smile

“Yeah, and I don’ mind if I had seen it ’fore”, he teased back, hooking his finger to the belt loop of your jeans. You giggled

“Come back soon then”, you said confidently, “my ol’ man” 

“We will, my ol’ lady”, he whispered back, leaning in and kissing your lips.

You made sure to hug each and every one of your people that were going on that mission, as you liked to do, and you even waved goodbye when you saw the three cars leaving through the gates.

You helped Rosita close them.

“Wanna tell me what happened?”, you asked her. She looked back at you with a sad smile

“I’m gonna be needing a drink for that”, she said, you nodded, “I know where Spencer keeps his good stuff”

“Good thing he is guard duty tonight”, you said and she smiled

“What are you ladies planning?”, asked Alex, walking towards you

“Is a weird thing you didn’t go”, you said, changing the subject, he shrugged

“I’m conflicted with the chain of command”, he said, “I want to follow Deanna’s lead, and she doesn’t approve of this, and maybe because of that it was Rick to ask me to stay, so we don’t leave the place without that much firepower”, he said simply

“Well, good one, we should get together for a little dinner at night”, you said with a soft smile

“Yes, but… we have a busy day ahead of us”, he said, “training the people for once”

“I’ll go with you”, you answered back, “I need it too”

You weren’t here, when a band of fuckers that called themselves the wolves jumped the walls and started butchering everyone

They didn’t get far, luckily most of the people where here, but there had been several casualties, and now the Alexandrians were more motivated to take their classes in defense, they had seen first hand the cruelty of the new world.

It had been a bloodbath, it got bad

10 people died, Alexandrians, old people, defenseless people, many of Carol’s fake friends

But the wolves had died, all of them, something ensued with Morgan… it got ugly. You didn't like him, you avoided him. He was a bit… unhinged 

You were kind of glad you weren’t here for that. 

It was a productive day, it felt like it. You participated in the class with Rosita and Alex, you made lunch for the people still here, and then you helped Tobin in the guard posts. He insisted one day you could have a whole walkway between the posts, and more of them too. All around the wall, it was a nice dream

Alex told you he was gonna fill a well to help with a water system for the plants, but he told you and only you he was going to hide the guns away from the community before you could use the tanker, so you went with him, so you could watch nobody was following you. 

You hid the guns in a container Alex and Abraham buried with Alexandria’s machinery they were using for the walls, it was a nice place near the construction place.

You took another Pentagon gun, you believed it was the coolest thing ever, to have a once government issued gun? super cool. You were gonna need another silencer, lucky for you, it wasn’t common for them to use them in their guns, so there was always one around.

You also took a couple of walkers on the way

And you came back before the sun sets

You were concerned for your friends. You had this weird feeling in your stomach, that something was terribly wrong, and yet, you couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

What if they got attacked on the road? What if the saviors get to them?

You wanted to believe they would give them a chance, if their plan was mainly to subdue communities to get their shit, you guessed they needed them alive for that… and also… they were badasses… you were gonna pity the saviors they encountered. 

When you were back in the streets of Alexandria, you were walking abc home after refilling the well when you encountered Laura

“Hey, wanna grab something to eat at my place?”, you asked her, she smiled at you

“Sure”, she said with a smile

And you gathered with Carl, Alex, Rosita, Gabriel, Tyresse, the guy Gary, even Spencer, Smith, you all joined. You laughed with them, told stories, you talked, and you were happy, they were finally joining in. 

You wanted to include them, like Rick and their people included you.

But you’d come to find out… soon… that Daryl’s words, the ones that he told you last in that barn before you got to Alexandria… prove them right.

In the longest debate on who to trust and who don’t, which people are good and which ones aren’t, on those who are deserving to be welcomed in Alexandria and in the inner circle and those who weren’t… this was going to be a hard lesson to learn.

You managed to get rid of all the rest and stayed home with Rosita and Alex

“That pelirrojo hijo de puta left me for someone else”, she said, sipping on the scotch. You looked at her and wondered: how the fuck did Abraham could possibly pull someone better than Rosita?, and Alex seemed ready to poach her too. That sneaky motherfucker

“I’m sorry Rosita”, you whispered, “never saw it coming”, you said 

“You know what he said? that he thought I was the last woman on the planet, so that’s why he got with me, and now he realizes that I’m not”

That seemed to be unnecessarily cruel.

“But I don’t want to ruin the night, el puede irse a la mierda, so… how are you and Dixon doing?”, she asked you

“We had a little fight last night… but we made up this morning”, you said simply, “I’m just worried about the savior’s shit, 

“Oh yeah, you made up… miss that honeymoon face”, she mocked. 

“Well lucky you ladies, i haven’t been with anyone since before the collapse”

“WHAT?!”, you both asked at the same time

“Not many choices”, he said as a justification, “I was in killer mode”

“Ah c’mon, there’s plenty of nice women right here”, you said back 

“Este está como un avión de combate”, muttered Rosita. Alex laughed. “You speak spanish?”, she asked, surprised and amused 

“Sí señorita”, he said, and now, as they exchanged heated glances, you felt like you were third wheeling but BADLY

“Oh my, should I get out of the line of fire?”, you mocked

 “Oh c'mon this is just getting started, we have Smith and Spencer covering our asses tonight”

“Yeah and I slept like 4 hours and I’m on Judith duty tomorrow morning”, you said 

“Well, tonight she is with Olivia”, said Rosita.

“Still… I…”, you were destroyed, feeling like you could sleep for days.

“Fine we are going home”, she said, winking, as they both said their goodbyes and left you home. Haunting thought, but if something you knew about relationships in the apocalypse is that each new day you were alive, it was some sort of gift, and there was no time to waste, so… if you wanted something you better get it.

All the couples were getting together rather quickly, again, no time to waste

So you went up to your room, Carl was sleeping, Judith was with Olivia, and the rest of the house was empty.

You fell asleep quickly

But the thing is… when you knew everything, meaning, the safety of those around you, depended on you… your senses heightened, it happened when you had your nieces and nephews with you in the past, and it happened now, it was funny, when you were with Daryl you could sleep through the third world war, but now? you jumped out of your bed when you heard the gates (that were like three blocks away), being opened. And then the sounds of engines. 

Were they back at this hour?

You got out of bed and walked to the other side of the house, and looked through the window

You felt your heart in your fucking throat when you saw a strange trucks coming in, and other vehicles behind it.

What the fuck?

You ran back to your room, your jeans on and boots, got your gun and ax with you, and went to get Carl

“Something is going on!”, you alerted him, and he jumped right with you, he looked at his windows and came back to you, he grabbed his gun from under his bed and was ready in a second

“Go to Olivia’s, wake her up, take care of Judith, shoot anybody that crosses the threshold”, you commanded, and you went down the stairs with him.

You needed to get back to Rosita and Alex, you needed to alert.

“WAKEY WAKEY EGGS AND BAKEY”, someone shouted, it sounded like it was out of a speaker. “PEOPLE OF ALEXANDRIA, WOULD YOU BE A DEAR A JOIN US HERE ON THE STREET?”, that voice sounded hauntingly familiar

You got out of the house by the back door and you escorted Carl until he was inside Olivia’s, and then you managed to turn towards the main street

Trucks with their high lights on were illuminating the main street like a macabre show. There were at least a dozen silhouettes standing there in front of the vehicles, you couldn’t tell who they belonged to.

“WE AIN’T GOT ALL NIGHT PEOPLE!”, you could see people exiting their houses, an

The you saw even more people coming towards the houses, a couple to where you were standing, hiding behind the side of a house

“SAVIORS, GET IN THERE, BRING ME EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THIS LAZY PEOPLE!”, fuck, the saviors where inside the walls, they just went in like they belonged here, but… Spencer was on guard! Spencer and Smith and…

“Spencer? why don’t you give a few words to these kind people? tell them we have nothing to fear”, the voice said simply

“If you come out now, nobody is going to get hurt!”, he said shakily, that traitor. You went inside Rosita’s house.

“It’s me!”, you said quickly, at this point, nobody was asleep

“UP HERE!”, she said. 

“They’re coming”, you said, climbing the stairs 

“Ese hijo de puta!”, she cursed, and when you got to them, in the second floor, you gasped

“Is that… Smith?”, you asked, as the angle finally let you see who was there, front and center

He whistled, a whistled that made your blood ran cold, he was holding a barbed wire bat, and dressed in a leather jacket, but it was him alright

“I HOPE YOU HAVE YOUR PISSING PANTS ON!”, He said loudly, “you are gonna needed them, NEGANS HOME!” 

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Wildcats (Part XXXI)

XXXI. Lonely day

MASTERLIST

Summary: The most loneliest day of my life (sarcastically)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, minors with guns, cursing, a friends reference, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: I highly recommend you to hear this song (the title of the chapter) by System of a Down, it's very good. I really like it.

“You know? I used to defend myself pretty decently in the kitchen”, you began softly, “but in the old times I would… you know watch a video on my phone and go, uh I want to eat that, so I would go to the store and get the ingredients to make”, you told them with a soft smile, “but never like this you know, you are like a witch, make magic out of… just things”, you laughed, Carol giggled as she put ingredients in a bowl, many of which came from a can

“It’s not that difficult, come here”, you passed by her side of the kitchen after washing your hands, and she began teaching you little tips. This goes with this, if you want it with sugar you can eat this, this can replace butter, and so on.

Daryl just watched the two of you bond sitting on the kitchen bar with his head on his hands, he seemed hypnotized by the two of you, so he just looked at your interactions with a small smile on his lips 

He stayed until she served the three of you food, and you ate happily, it was one of the best things you had eaten, and you let her know that.

The environment near Carol, for the first time since you knew her, wasn’t heavy or tense, for the first time she was being honest with you, her true self, as the three of you ate. You still could feel the darkness looming, of the impending conflict, of the coming war. But tonight, you decided to put all of that aside.

As soon as you were done with dinner, you cleaned up, and, to your surprise, Rosita came to the house looking for you

“Hey, what’s wrong?”, you asked her softly, her eyes were a bit bloodshot, like she had been crying

“Can you cover my guard shift tonight?”, she asked you, and if she was coming to you, you knew she didn't have another choice, so you nodded

“Of course”, you assured her

“Its from eight to 4”, she warned, but you nodded

“It’s everything alright?”, you asked her, she just shook her head.

“Abraham left me”, she whispered, “I thinks there’s someone else”, you opened your mouth

“What? really?”, you asked her. From all the couples of Alexandria, Abraham and Rosita would be the last ones you expected to split up, “I’m so sorry”, you whispered

“I’m just… too distracted you know? I don’t think I would be able to guard properly”

“Say less”, you assured her, she only nodded, and left. You weren’t concerned, she was a woman of a few words that preferred to lick her wounds alone, yet… This proved to you she knew she could count on you, so if she needed you, she was going to come to you.

“I’m on guard duty”, you told Daryl, as he was talking to Carol in whispers, both seemed like they were onto something very interesting, stopped speaking just as you entered back to the house

“Alright”, Daryl said simply, “ya sure?”, you barely nodded, so he didn't fight it. Rick came next to the house and Daryl took the opportunity to leave quietly, thinking you wouldn’t notice, you didn’t know what that was about.

“Tomorrow we are going to the Hilltop”, he said, you frowned

“Why?”, you asked

“To gather support to fight the saviors”, he said, he expected you were going to be against it, like he prepared for you for it. “I know you are not into the idea”

“Of my family starting a war?”, you asked him, “not really”

“We will win this”, he said, convinced

“But at what cost?”, you asked

“We will get Hilltop’s help, Jesus said they were trading with more groups… this could be the start of something, if we all fight the saviors they’ll have no choice but to release them”

“Promise you are only going to talk to the Hilltop”, you begged him, you didn’t even know what Hilltop was about. 

“Yes”, he said quickly, “I need you to stay here”. you would ask why, but you guessed is because of your negative for the whole operation in the first place, “Need you to keep the place in one piece, besides, Deanna is not into this either”

“Fine”, you said, “but I want to go eventually”, you said with a soft smile

“Of course you will”, he said, “Carl is staying, the new guys too”

“Fine”, you echoed. He left you. Of all the things you had disagreed on with Rick, this was definitely the worst one, the strongest you felt. Besides you couldn’t get distracted with a war, you needed to deal with the walkers on the quarry and to make Alexandria stronger and more united.

You went directly to the armory, you grabbed an assault rifle with a scope and a silencer, and you went to the gates, you stopped on your tracks when you saw Abraham and Sasha talking and laughing, with a very -strange- closeness between them. 

No… What?

You relieved them, and she nodded in your direction with a smile, you nodded back, but Abraham just didn’t even look at you, he was too smitten with Sasha to notice. 

You didn’t want to take sides, Abraham was… a great figure in your life and in your group, but Rosita was your friend and… you really needed to get more info on the matter. 

You shook your head and you climbed onto the platform near the gates. 

Something you had learned in your months alone… At night, you remembered how scared you were, those first nights, in complete darkness, not knowing what loomed there, until, one night, when you found a bottle of moonshine, you decided, very drunk, that you could “connect” with the night, with the darkness, that it was a state of mind, and after many nights -sober-, you determined you were right.

It took a couple of minutes, it required you to close your eyes to tune your ears, then open them to adjust them to the low light.

It’s a state of mind, it’s a state of mind

You chuckled when you remembered a funny chapter of one of your favorite TV shows, anyways… Unagi: A state of total awareness 

Anyways, of course you looked outside the walls, but you looked inside as well, from this perspective you could see the main street of Alexandria and many of their houses

From here, a silent post beside the wall, you could see many things.

You saw Rick coming out of Jesse’s house, what was up with that?

You saw the couple that just left take a turn and not go for Abraham’s house, the house he shared with Rosita, you saw them going into the group’s second house. You saw Denise with Tara walking hand in hand… and then you saw Daryl, coming out of Aaron’s garage, his usual workshop, with Carol and they seemed to be talking about something, they both seemed excited, which was very odd. They didn’t even catch you watching, so you just turned back to the complete darkness. 

It was such a contrast 

Out there? the wild, sick world that wanted to rip you apart and eat you, and in here… behind the safety of walls, stood you, protected from the outside world. Life & Death, Danger & Safety.

Bananas.

Some voices took you out of your determined stance, again, from here, you could see everybody, but nobody could see you. You look back towards the street, but the voices were ricocheting, it finally led you to the source, against the side of Deanna’s house, against the wall. From here, and with the help of the lights from the houses still on, you could see the distinctive figures of Smith, and Spencer, they were talking in angry whispers.

And then they both started walking towards you

You were a curious person, you wanted to know what they were talking about… but.. also if they say something you shouldn’t hear… But you couldn’t hear shit, Ross would be so disappointed. 

You just stood there, guarding, they are the ones that should be careful, right? But you really started to wonder what they had to talk about in such… 

“Good night darlin”, Smith seemed to interrupt Spencer in the middle of his sentence, clearly meant for him to shut the hell up now that he noticed that you were within ear range

“Good morning gentlemen”, you said with an even voice

“I thought Rosita was going to be up there tonight”, muttered Spencer

“She asked me to cover for her”, you answered firmly 

“You heard her, my turn to guard”, Smith muttered, climbing the platform you were on.

“It’s Spencer’s turn”, you clarified

“Well, I’m covering for him”, he said simply, and you didn’t want to be difficult, so you just nodded, trying to ignore his imponent figure by your side. You looked at Spencer walking away from the both of you, he seemed disappointed. “So? how are you feeling tonight darlin?”, he asked, there's something about him that made you terribly nervous

“I’m better”, you said, more firmly, trying to put as much distance between you as you possibly could, in that small platform it was a bit difficult, but you liked the space

“You ran off today”, he said, “I can tell this is hard for you”, he was being condescending, but you really didn’t want to react poorly

“It is”, you whispered, “I don’t want anybody to die”, you whispered, “we have been through so much, we finally have this thing going on for us and… I just want to enjoy it, but we can’t seem to catch a break”, you whispered. “With an army of walkers looming over us, and then the Saviors”

“They seem like nasty sons of bitches”, he said

“I just don’t get it”, you answered, “I’ve come across groups that…”, you interrupted yourself, “nasty ones, truly nasty ones, that I still have nightmares about… I just don’t understand, we should all be fighting the dead together, not amongst ourselves”, yous aid, exasperated, “we have all lived through unimaginable pain, none one of us has gone through this unharmed… we should be focusing all of our efforts into ending the hordes of dead ones, and try to make things right again, instead, we are fighting and killing each other” 

“So what do you think we should do with the Saviors?”, he asked

“Cut the best deal possible, now… before there’s dead ones on both sides… before it's too late, maybe we made it out the lot of us”, you said simply, “but Rick is right, they will not treat us fairly, I have seen it, these bastards are bullies, feeding on the terror they can impose on their victims, they will tease, and take, and bully, and press, and threaten, try and make us bend, and bend, and bend… but the thing is… we will break first”, you muttered, “we will snap”

“So that’s it uh?”, he asked, more outloud than expecting an answer

“I get what this Negan guy is trying to accomplish, I think, but that isn’t the way, you can’t put the worst people to deal with the decent people still in this world… that’s how it works, bigger empires had fallen for less”, you whispered, “anyways... The idea of having two people on watch is that they guard different points”, you said giving him a side eye

“Yeah sure but this is way more entertaining”, he said simply. You only chuckled

“Where you out there much?”, you asked him then, curious 

“Not really”, he said, “I was never alone, first I was with my wife, then with Laura and her father… then more people joined us… then… Well, some left, some died… other came and went, we were the last ones standing”

“I’m sorry”, you whispered

“How about you?”, he asked

“When this shitshow started I was in Atlanta, met some people there, we put on a team to try and wipe out the dead”, you muttered, “then I left said team after a couple died, I was alone out there, scavenging, never staying in one place… until Carl found me sleeping on a roof”, you whispered, “then I met the group, and we traveled together here, found it on our way to DC”

“Damn, you were out there alone?”, he asked

“Yeah”, you whispered, “For a while”

“How did you manage?”, he asked

“I’m not gonna lie there were some days in which I just… didn’t seem to see where the ship was going, know what I mean? so I just… discovered that primal part of me that many others have too… the survival part”, you rambled, looking into the void of darkness beyond the wall, “I have done things, thought things that a couple of years ago would have frightened me, but now, I just… I internalized it, created this thing, between the survivor and the old me, and she is… kinda unhinged”, you said, chuckling, he chuckled too, “I’m gonna take a lap”, you muttered

The hours passed slowly, by the time it was done, it was 4am and everything was dead, dark, not lights in the houses.

Smith found you in the other post and walked you back home

“So you are saying, you could work with the saviors”, he said

“I don’t think we have a choice, but I will do as Rick and the rest want”, you said

“What about Deanna?”, he asked then, and then you remembered his heated conversation with Spencer

“She is great, and a good leader, but my loyalty goes to Rick first”, you warned, he smiled, and nodded

“Good to know”, he said.

“Hey”, to your surprise, Daryl came out of the house

“You waited for me?”, you asked sweetly, but Daryl was too occupied throwing daggers at Smith to care for your words, as he reached where you were standing on the porch and placed a hand on your hip, possessively., “thank you”

“F’course”, he said, but he was still looking at this guy. “Let’s go”, he said, you waved weirdly at Smith who was just looking at the scene, entertained and walked away once you were back inside the house

“What were you doing with that guy!?”, he asked angrily, as soon as you were alone, making you flinch

“We were on guard duty, the both of us”, you answered back with a frown

“It's like everytime I turn you are with him!”, he said, and you didn’t understand why this guy make Daryl tick so much

“it was an unfortunate set of accidents”, you said calmly, “nothing else”, he promised, caressing his arms

“Don’t like him”, he said

“I know”, you answered back, “I will try to stay away from him, alright?”, you asked, with a smile creeping onto your face, you kinda found this jealous Daryl… interesting.

“What are you smiling for?”, he asked

“Never seen you this jealous before”, you teased, he smirked

“Yer mine, I told ya”

“Yeah, and you are mine”, you said, with your hand on his hips, “in that same square, what were you up to before, in Aaron’s garage?”, you asked him, he chuckled, but he averted your gaze

“Nothin”

“Are you going to try to put another bike together?”

“Yeah”, he said with a soft smile

“Well… if you are a biker you know what that makes me?”, you asked him with a cheeky smile

“Mmm my ol’ lady”, he said, you laughed

“Indeed”, you brought him to you and kissed him softly, “let’s go to bed”

“We aint’ gonna’ be sleepin’ much”, he warned

“Yeah I know”

“Tomorrow I got that trip to the Hilltop”, he said, his blue eyes analyzing your face

“Don’t go”, you begged him, his face quickly twisted into a frown

“What?”, he asked 

“Don’t go”, you insisted, “stay home, with me”

“I have ta’ go”, he said, “we are getting people to fight the saviors!”

“We shouldn’t”, you said quickly, “we shouldn’t fight them”

“They kidnapped and tortured you!”, he said angrily

“Yeah, and the claimers threatened to rape and kill us, after beating us up, and the terminus people locked us up and tried to eat us, and the wolves tried to hack us up while I wasn’t here, but here we are!”, you said

“Yeah because they're dead!”, he said quickly, “they are all dead!”

“I’m trying to get what happened to me behind this”, you said, he stopped in his tracks, “I’m not going to let what happened define me!”, you said angrily, “I’m not going to let those bastards ruin my life!”, you said, “but maybe it's too late, if you keep going down this path, it will be ruined!”, you said. He shook his head

“How ya’ think I feel?!”, he asked angrily, making you jump in your place, “M’yer man, of all the men here ya chose me to protect ya, ya gave yourself to me and I failed!”

“I’m with you because I love you for who you are, I did not “gave myself” to you because I wanted you to protect me!”, he stood there, quietly, “you are not at fault for this!”, you said back

“We need to make it right!”, he said back. 

“If you want to make it right just… don’t let it happen to anyone else!”, you said, “we can’t get anybody killed, especially not one of us!”, you said quickly, “do not go to war with that jackass, we will lose, we will, many will die, and that will not be in our hands, alright?”, he shook his head

“It’s happenin”, he said, “wer goin”, you just nodded. And he walked away from you

“Where are you going?”, you asked him

“My room”, he said, he wasn’t angry, but he did seem disappointed. You pouted, you literally pouted, he didn’t tell you to go with you. You just shook your head to keep your tears at bay and you went up the stairs, to your room.

One step forwards, and two back…

You slept alone for the first time since you were back, and it felt crappy, and you promised yourself that whatever it was, tomorrow you were gonna fix it before he leaves. You were so tired you fell asleep immediately.

The very next day, you helped them get everything they needed.

You looked like a little kid, whose parents were going out and were going to be left at home with their least favorite aunt or uncle.

“When we come back, we’ll deal with the walkers in the quarry, we will need the training”, Rick promised, just like a parent would give a poor consolation prize to the kid left behind.

You barely nodded.

You watched Daryl move things into the RV, head hanging low, so you approached him with a smile

“Be safe”, you said, he looked at you surprised, as he didn’t expect it, like he expected you to be mad at him

“Yeah”, he assured you, you hugged him tightly, kissing him softly on the lips, everyone was there, you didn’t care, he was smiling when you split

“Come back to me?”, you asked him

“Always”, he answered back

“M’sorry fer last night”, he whispered

“You don’t have to be, people disagree on things, that’s what happens”, you said gently, “I did not like sleeping alone tough”

“Yeah, me neither”, he whispered

“Have you heard the saying, if you can’t fight them join them?”, you asked him, “I will join you in whatever you all want to do if I can’t convince you otherwise”, you whispered, he nodded, “there’s strength in numbers”

“love you”, he whispered

“love you too”, you answered back

“You both are going to give me diabetes because of all that sweetness”, Carol mocked as she walked by, ready to go.

Going out there was a risk, with the saviors going around, so they were taking most of the team, and where heavily armed, just in case

Maggie, Glenn, Beth, Abraham, Sasha, Eugene, Carol, Michonne, Aaron, Daryl, Morgan and Rick.

Leaving you with Rosita, Tyresse, Gabriel, surprisingly Alexander, and of course the kids and the Alexandrians 

You wanted to go to the Hilltop, but this wasn’t the day, and you were not gonna fight it, you only regret you didn’t have that jealousy-motivated sex, Daryl was looking all riled up and… you were getting horny again

“I know that look”, whispered Daryl in your ear, you giggled

“You get me all riled up and then you bolt, that is not nice Dixon”, you warned, he chuckled

“I have something nice for ya, fer when I get back”, he whispered, that truly peaked your interest, you looked quickly at both sides, and when you made sure nobody was watching you, you hooked your finger in the hem of his pants

“It better be something I haven’t seen before”, you teased, he got so red he hid under his hair

“It ain’t”, he said, after shooking his hair off of his face and looking at you with a sheepish smile. You smiled widely

“You know how curious I am, and you saying this just before taking off is kinda mean”, you laughed, “but… I’ll make sure to have something nice for you too then”, you said with a smile

“Yeah, and I don’ mind if I had seen it ’fore”, he teased back, hooking his finger to the belt loop of your jeans. You giggled

“Come back soon then”, you said confidently, “my ol’ man” 

“We will, my ol’ lady”, he whispered back, leaning in and kissing your lips.

You made sure to hug each and every one of your people that were going on that mission, as you liked to do, and you even waved goodbye when you saw the three cars leaving through the gates.

You helped Rosita close them.

“Wanna tell me what happened?”, you asked her. She looked back at you with a sad smile

“I’m gonna be needing a drink for that”, she said, you nodded, “I know where Spencer keeps his good stuff”

“Good thing he is guard duty tonight”, you said and she smiled

“What are you ladies planning?”, asked Alex, walking towards you

“Is a weird thing you didn’t go”, you said, changing the subject, he shrugged

“I’m conflicted with the chain of command”, he said, “I want to follow Deanna’s lead, and she doesn’t approve of this, and maybe because of that it was Rick to ask me to stay, so we don’t leave the place without that much firepower”, he said simply

“Well, good one, we should get together for a little dinner at night”, you said with a soft smile

“Yes, but… we have a busy day ahead of us”, he said, “training the people for once”

“I’ll go with you”, you answered back, “I need it too”

You weren’t here, when a band of fuckers that called themselves the wolves jumped the walls and started butchering everyone

They didn’t get far, luckily most of the people where here, but there had been several casualties, and now the Alexandrians were more motivated to take their classes in defense, they had seen first hand the cruelty of the new world.

It had been a bloodbath, it got bad

10 people died, Alexandrians, old people, defenseless people, many of Carol’s fake friends

But the wolves had died, all of them, something ensued with Morgan… it got ugly. You didn't like him, you avoided him. He was a bit… unhinged 

You were kind of glad you weren’t here for that. 

It was a productive day, it felt like it. You participated in the class with Rosita and Alex, you made lunch for the people still here, and then you helped Tobin in the guard posts. He insisted one day you could have a whole walkway between the posts, and more of them too. All around the wall, it was a nice dream

Alex told you he was gonna fill a well to help with a water system for the plants, but he told you and only you he was going to hide the guns away from the community before you could use the tanker, so you went with him, so you could watch nobody was following you. 

You hid the guns in a container Alex and Abraham buried with Alexandria’s machinery they were using for the walls, it was a nice place near the construction place.

You took another Pentagon gun, you believed it was the coolest thing ever, to have a once government issued gun? super cool. You were gonna need another silencer, lucky for you, it wasn’t common for them to use them in their guns, so there was always one around.

You also took a couple of walkers on the way

And you came back before the sun sets

You were concerned for your friends. You had this weird feeling in your stomach, that something was terribly wrong, and yet, you couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

What if they got attacked on the road? What if the saviors get to them?

You wanted to believe they would give them a chance, if their plan was mainly to subdue communities to get their shit, you guessed they needed them alive for that… and also… they were badasses… you were gonna pity the saviors they encountered. 

When you were back in the streets of Alexandria, you were walking abc home after refilling the well when you encountered Laura

“Hey, wanna grab something to eat at my place?”, you asked her, she smiled at you

“Sure”, she said with a smile

And you gathered with Carl, Alex, Rosita, Gabriel, Tyresse, the guy Gary, even Spencer, Smith, you all joined. You laughed with them, told stories, you talked, and you were happy, they were finally joining in. 

You wanted to include them, like Rick and their people included you.

But you’d come to find out… soon… that Daryl’s words, the ones that he told you last in that barn before you got to Alexandria… prove them right.

In the longest debate on who to trust and who don’t, which people are good and which ones aren’t, on those who are deserving to be welcomed in Alexandria and in the inner circle and those who weren’t… this was going to be a hard lesson to learn.

You managed to get rid of all the rest and stayed home with Rosita and Alex

“That pelirrojo hijo de puta left me for someone else”, she said, sipping on the scotch. You looked at her and wondered: how the fuck did Abraham could possibly pull someone better than Rosita?, and Alex seemed ready to poach her too. That sneaky motherfucker

“I’m sorry Rosita”, you whispered, “never saw it coming”, you said 

“You know what he said? that he thought I was the last woman on the planet, so that’s why he got with me, and now he realizes that I’m not”

That seemed to be unnecessarily cruel.

“But I don’t want to ruin the night, el puede irse a la mierda, so… how are you and Dixon doing?”, she asked you

“We had a little fight last night… but we made up this morning”, you said simply, “I’m just worried about the savior’s shit, 

“Oh yeah, you made up… miss that honeymoon face”, she mocked. 

“Well lucky you ladies, i haven’t been with anyone since before the collapse”

“WHAT?!”, you both asked at the same time

“Not many choices”, he said as a justification, “I was in killer mode”

“Ah c’mon, there’s plenty of nice women right here”, you said back 

“Este está como un avión de combate”, muttered Rosita. Alex laughed. “You speak spanish?”, she asked, surprised and amused 

“Sí señorita”, he said, and now, as they exchanged heated glances, you felt like you were third wheeling but BADLY

“Oh my, should I get out of the line of fire?”, you mocked

 “Oh c'mon this is just getting started, we have Smith and Spencer covering our asses tonight”

“Yeah and I slept like 4 hours and I’m on Judith duty tomorrow morning”, you said 

“Well, tonight she is with Olivia”, said Rosita.

“Still… I…”, you were destroyed, feeling like you could sleep for days.

“Fine we are going home”, she said, winking, as they both said their goodbyes and left you home. Haunting thought, but if something you knew about relationships in the apocalypse is that each new day you were alive, it was some sort of gift, and there was no time to waste, so… if you wanted something you better get it.

All the couples were getting together rather quickly, again, no time to waste

So you went up to your room, Carl was sleeping, Judith was with Olivia, and the rest of the house was empty.

You fell asleep quickly

But the thing is… when you knew everything, meaning, the safety of those around you, depended on you… your senses heightened, it happened when you had your nieces and nephews with you in the past, and it happened now, it was funny, when you were with Daryl you could sleep through the third world war, but now? you jumped out of your bed when you heard the gates (that were like three blocks away), being opened. And then the sounds of engines. 

Were they back at this hour?

You got out of bed and walked to the other side of the house, and looked through the window

You felt your heart in your fucking throat when you saw a strange trucks coming in, and other vehicles behind it.

What the fuck?

You ran back to your room, your jeans on and boots, got your gun and ax with you, and went to get Carl

“Something is going on!”, you alerted him, and he jumped right with you, he looked at his windows and came back to you, he grabbed his gun from under his bed and was ready in a second

“Go to Olivia’s, wake her up, take care of Judith, shoot anybody that crosses the threshold”, you commanded, and you went down the stairs with him.

You needed to get back to Rosita and Alex, you needed to alert.

“WAKEY WAKEY EGGS AND BAKEY”, someone shouted, it sounded like it was out of a speaker. “PEOPLE OF ALEXANDRIA, WOULD YOU BE A DEAR A JOIN US HERE ON THE STREET?”, that voice sounded hauntingly familiar

You got out of the house by the back door and you escorted Carl until he was inside Olivia’s, and then you managed to turn towards the main street

Trucks with their high lights on were illuminating the main street like a macabre show. There were at least a dozen silhouettes standing there in front of the vehicles, you couldn’t tell who they belonged to.

“WE AIN’T GOT ALL NIGHT PEOPLE!”, you could see people exiting their houses, an

The you saw even more people coming towards the houses, a couple to where you were standing, hiding behind the side of a house

“SAVIORS, GET IN THERE, BRING ME EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THIS LAZY PEOPLE!”, fuck, the saviors where inside the walls, they just went in like they belonged here, but… Spencer was on guard! Spencer and Smith and…

“Spencer? why don’t you give a few words to these kind people? tell them we have nothing to fear”, the voice said simply

“If you come out now, nobody is going to get hurt!”, he said shakily, that traitor. You went inside Rosita’s house.

“It’s me!”, you said quickly, at this point, nobody was asleep

“UP HERE!”, she said. 

“They’re coming”, you said, climbing the stairs 

“Ese hijo de puta!”, she cursed, and when you got to them, in the second floor, you gasped

“Is that… Smith?”, you asked, as the angle finally let you see who was there, front and center

He whistled, a whistled that made your blood ran cold, he was holding a barbed wire bat, and dressed in a leather jacket, but it was him alright

“I HOPE YOU HAVE YOUR PISSING PANTS ON!”, He said loudly, “you are gonna needed them, NEGANS HOME!” 

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Wildcats (Part XXX)

XXX. Out in the cold

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your family sets on a warpath you know you will not survive. 

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, cursing, talks about imprisonment, talks about burning with iron, re-burning with iron, injuries, talks about a beating, SMUT, unprotected sex (which I don’t encourage), cum eating, oral sex (F receiving), might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Uffff… I think this is an intense chapter, poor guys can’t catch a break jeje

You don’t remember what you were dreaming, because you took a couple of seconds to regain your bearings. What you did notice, is that you were awake, and still, when you opened your eyes there was a couple of seconds in which you couldn’t see anything.

Just like at night in that cell

So you jumped, with a scared whimper escaping from your lips.

Where you back there? had you dreamed it all? the rescue?

“Hey, hey”, Daryl’s voice, and arms came quickly, soothing you instantly. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, for a second I thought… I was still in that box”, you whimpered

“Yer’ home, yer’ safe”, he said gently, you looked outside, and it was still dark, you didn’t even know what woke you up

It was one thing to want to get over what happened to you, the other, was to actually be able to do it. 

“I’m sorry”, you whispered

“Aint nothin’ to be sorry for”, he said, his hand caressing your arm, your back, softly. Your body shook a bit, sometimes, involuntarily, it did, and Daryl didn’t know what to do, it was impossible for you to be closer than you were right now, but you felt like you wanted to crawl inside of him, being impossibly closer.

“What can I do?”, he asked, and you whimpered because of how bad you felt, you felt weak, you felt like a liability, you didn’t kill those men, you let them took you so they tortured you and now your entire family and community saw you as this broken thing, and in some degree, you knew you were that broken little thing they saw you as now.

“Nothing”, you said gently, caressing his face in the dark, “you are the best man I could have asked for, thank you”, you said, you pulled his shirt a bit up, and sneaked a hand underneath, you wanted to feel him, the warmth of his skin.

“You don’t need to thank me”, he said carefully

“Yes I do”, you said, “yes I do”, you echoed. You leaned in and kissed him on his chest, making him took a sharp breath, you caressed his sides as you accommodate more on top of him

“Hey”, he called gently, you could tell that he was in between fighting it, or letting you have it.

“I just want to feel you”, you whispered, this time, you went upwards, against his neck

“R ya’ sure?”, he  mumbled, his voice thicker than usual 

“Yes”, you said shakily, that made him put his hands on your shoulders, to stop you. “Are you?”

“Yer hurt”, he said gently

“I want to feel your hands on me”, you said, “I want to forget the way they grabbed me… I don’t want to feel anything but you”, you said. You didn't need anything else, no more prep time, you could feel how hard he was underneath you, so you just got rid of your pants, ignoring the pain in your body and you straddled him. You got rid of his shirt, and he was playing along with you. 

You lowered his pants just enough to free his hard cock, you pumped it a couple of times with your hand, making him whimper. He did as you wanted him to, he caressed every inch he could, with his rough hands, but in a way so gentle, it made you almost purr.

You both moaned when you lowered yourself over him, it was a stretch, but it felt so fucking good. You stayed like that for long, delightful seconds, with him all the way inside of you. 

“Fuck”, you moaned.

“Yer gonna kill me woman”, he mumbled, lost in bliss. You started moving, slowly but sensually, making sure to feel each detail, each veins and ridge of his cock inside of you. Soon he was trembling underneath you, his hand on your hips, on your ribcage, on your breasts, on your thighs, waist, everywhere, as you rode him, each second more sloppily, you were already losing it. 

You cummed shortly after, and he was about to. He made you release him, you did so with a whimper. You looked down and you saw him cumming, white ropes of cum spurting into his belly.

“Let me clean you up”, you muttered

“Ya’ dun’ have to”, he whimpered, you loved him like this, while you were having sex, sometimes it gave you the impression that he was so vulnerable.

“I want to”, you kneeled by his side on your bed, leaned in, and without even thinking about it, you licked his cum off of his skin. You moaned, when you felt his taste, licking even more until there was nothing left. He was a bit of a shaking mess when you were done, he dragged you to kiss him intensely, while he had you in his grasp, he wrapped his arms around you making you turn, he adjusted his pants and spooned you, kissing the side of your face. 

“I love ya”, he whispered

“I love you too”, Alexander was right, you needed to regain control of your body, and with that in mind you went back to a dreamless sleep.

You woke up with wet kisses on the side of your face, the sun barely peeking, pinkish-orangey light coming in.

“My turn to service you, darlin”, you giggled as you heard his rough voice in your ear, making your skin prickle.

“Good mornin”, you whispered. He made you lay down on the bed, so he could accommodate himself between your legs

“Can’t decide if I want ya’ on yer back or sittin’ on my face”

“You’ll suffocate”, you warned.

“Nah”, he said, “But I wanna see your beautiful face”, you moaned in protest, trying to close your legs, “what’s the matter woman?”, he chuckled, 

“I’ve never felt comfortable…”, you confessed, “when they went down on me”

“But ya like it?”, he asked

“Yeah”, you admitted

“Then lemme do it”, he said then, his hands spread your legs gently, caressing your thighs making them tremble. Who hasn't been a bit… self-conscious? Is everything alright? groomed? smell?, you whimpered, but everything, absolutely everything went to second or third place in your list of priorities when you felt his wet tongue in your folds

“Fuck”, you whimpered, it was messy, wet, and completely enjoyable, he was slurping, eating you out like you were the last meal on the planet and he was starving. “Daryl”, you moaned, you couldn’t resist and grabbed onto his locks, keeping him there. 

You came undone in minutes, all over his face, for you it was embarrassing but for him, was a prideful moment, you could see it in his wide… wet.. smile

“Fuck darlin”, he purred, kissing the inside of your thighs. “Never dun that’ before, wanted to for a while now”

“WHAT?”, you asked, impressed, he kept dropping kisses in your skin

“Now I want ya to be a good gurl and stay in bed”, he whispered, kissing your belly, then covering it with your shirt. 

“Only if you stay here with me”, you begged, he kissed you then, making you taste yourself on his tongue. 

“I got a couple f’things I need to do”, he said with a soft smile. “Need ta talk ta Rick”

Another big no no in apocalypse times? Lazy days in bed.

You were survivors not… vivors? 

“Then I make no promises”, you said with a cheeky smile, he gave you one last kiss before he left the room and you pouted.

He might be a morning bird, but you were not.

You took the pills but before they kicked in, you really needed to asset the damage, the bruises barely hurt when somebody touched you, so you could move freely as the wound in your shoulder was pretty much healed, but there was a particularly nasty bruise in your ribs that bothered you, when you moved and when you laughed or took a long breath.

Denise discarded a broken rib, so that’s that. And your arm, your arm still burned. 

So… ribs and arm, that’s it.

So when the pills started to kick in, you slipped a couple of more hours to sleep.

When you finally resurfaced, the house was empty, of course all of them were doing important things out there, patrolling, farming, trading, you even felt guilty.

You haven’t even gotten to the porch when you saw Smith coming into the house, you immediately got into alert mode. Looking everywhere, but you were alone.

When he saw you he smiled, and opened the door coming straight for you.

“Hey darlin”, he greeted with a toothy smile, “how are you?”

“Hey”, you said, taking a step back. You didn’t even knew why you were acting like this, before you wouldn't have even blinked, and now being with an unknown man made you feel like you're drowning, and you needed to hold onto something to keep afloat, something… or someone familiar

“Are you alright?”, he asked

“I’m fine”, you assured him

“You… went through some heavy shit”, he said, and he was one of those people who you didn’t know if he was being serious or not.

“Who hasn’t? In this fucked up world?”, you offered, not wanting to share.

“What did they do to you?”, he asked, he seemed impatient, but not towards you, but towards the answer. He took a step towards you, you took a step back. What they did wasn’t public knowledge, you only had told Rick, Daryl of course, Michonne heard, and Alexander. It wasn’t a secret, but… you were getting tired of saying

“They wanted to know the location of our community…”, you said gently, he seemed so concerned, angry, more like it, he seemed to want to know, like Daryl would like to know, for vengeance purposes, so that made you relax into his presence. You needed to get to know him, he was part of this place now. “... and when I didn’t give it, they stuffed me into a cell, fed me dogfood sandwiches, I tried to fight back, had knives on me, so they came in stronger, beat me up”, you said simply, by this point it was like a tape on repeat, “I knew one of them, back from the beginning, so, he tried to convinced me to join them, when I wouldn’t, he made Negan’s right hand burn me, two letters on my forearm”, he seemed to be getting angrier each word I said, but again, not at you.

“May I…?”, he asked, and he seemed so determined to know, you let him, when he saw it, you were pretty sure he was about to punch something or someone. He seemed to calm himself down a bit, and then raised his eyes to look at you, “I’m so sorry darlin”, he said, and he looked like he meant it

“It’ll heal”, you said, “and I managed to keep that info to myself, for how short that might be”, you said with a soft smile.

“Did you see this Negan guy?”, he asked, more interested

“Nope, but, he wasn’t there. I think he was away from the main compound, giving directions from afar, you know? I think they were running a bit wild because he wasn’t there”

“Is that what you think?”, he asked, more entertained

“Yeah, he runs a huge operation, he doesn’t struck me as the guy who would so stuff like this just because”, you muttered, “but I don’t know this guy, so…”, you smiled weirdly at him, and he looked at you, amused, “I’m sorry if I haven’t been welcoming”, you changed the subject brutally, “I was into something else when you guys showed up and then… this”, you offered, “I trust Deanna’s judgment, and I hope you can make yourselves feel at home here… is us against the dead, right? we living people need to stay together”, you offered.

You had been judgemental, and you could only imagine what those three lived out there, well, just like you, you wouldn’t want to feel like an outsider on the only island in the middle of a sea of death, right?

He looked at you, so into your eyes, like he was trying to figure out if you meant it, and a few seconds later, he felt content with your honesty

“Thank you darlin, you are so sweet”, he said gently, “despite everything you still… keep that… hospitality”, he said, you smiled

“Have you seen my… Daryl… have you seen Daryl?”, he didn’t react very positively to the word boyfriend, you were more than that… and honestly? you also found it a bit weird, to call him that. Smith chuckled right in front of you

“Your Daryl is out there, hadn’t seen him recently though”, he said, entertained. “Which reminds me, I came to get you because the big boss wants us in the church”

“The big boss?”, you asked him

“Rick”, he said, “seemed serious”

“Alright, let’s do it”, you said with a soft smile. You went there together, there were already people there, Daryl, for example, he frowned when he saw you coming in with Smith by your side, he walked towards you like he was in a hurry, and then he placed his hand on your hip and walked you away from him.

“Hey”, you greeted happily, not really understanding why he acted so rushed

“What are ya doin’ with that guy?”, he asked, a bit harshly if you had to put a word to it

“He game to grab me for this meeting”, you explained, “where have you been?”

“Rick wannas’ on the front”, he murmured

“What’s this about?”, you asked him softly

“It’s finally happenin”, he said, almost excitedly, “we are gonna get this fuckers”

“What fuckers?”, you sat front row, and got interrupted as Rick took the alter, with Deanna

“We need to talk about a hostile group…”, Rick commenced the reunion, “The Saviors”, he continued, you got serious all of a sudden, “we have been having encounters with them, first they met Daryl, (y/n), Rosita, Abraham and Eugene on their way back from DC, they were going to kill them for the things they had”, he said, you saw the scared faces of the Alexandrians, “then back again when we were out there last week, they took (y/n)”, he said, and you felt all his eyes on you, “they kept her and tortured her for a week, did you know what they wanted? they wanted to know the location to this place, so they could come here, beat one of us to death in front of us, and intimidate us into giving them everything we have and than half of what we’re able to scavenge, or make”, you heard gasps and frightened whispers, Daryl’s eyes were on you, “we know where one of their outposts is, we have an idea where their main base is, we need to do something before it's too late”

“You say we should attack them?”, asked Aaron

“It’s us, or it's gonna be them”, said Rick, “it's a matter of time”, Deanna seemed concerned, truly concerned.

“Rick, is too risky”, she said finally, “we are not killers, were are not military men”

“The leader of the bike gang said that they had been looking into us for a while”, you said out loud, “I remember it”, more frightened wipers followed your statement

“But the men in the base didn’t know?”, asked someone

“They didn’t seem to connect the dots, maybe the communication between them is a bit flawed”, you offered

“Like I said… it’s a matter of time”, said Rick, “now we are not alone in this, thanks to Jesus we know that a fellow community, the Hilltop, also deals with the saviors… and they also might be interesting in joining us against the,”

“And attack them?”, asked Glenn, which surprised you. “We don’t have the numbers, we don’t have the guns!”, said Glenn, “you saw that outpost”

“Is all about the element of surprise”, said Rick, “we cannot sit here, and do nothing”, Deanna looked hauntingly to the back of the church, you tried to follow her gaze but there was just too many people

A discussion ensued, voices raised, for those who support Rick, and others who didn’t 

“(y/n) has seen them!”, someone said, “why don’t we ask her what she thinks?”, Daryl’s gaze was on you, you didn’t know what he expected. Suddenly everyone was quiet, and looking at you, especially Rick and Deanna. You hated being put in the spotlight right now, especially since you heard Rick’s idea, what he wanted to do.

You could feel your heart in your throat

“Rick got a good point”, you said out loud, you grabbed onto Daryl’s hand tightly, “it's only a matter of time until they find us…”, more whispers ensued, “but… there is not possible way in which we attack them, a war ensues, and we survive it”, now the voices raised in the room

“We should negotiate”, said Tyresse

“That’s what we should do?”, asked Maggie, but she seemed to be sarcastic

“He is right, If we don’t want a war in our hands, we should try to negotiate with them, set the rules before they can”, said Glenn

“You are saying we should try to negotiate?”, Rick asked, and you could tell that it was not what he expected at all

Yes, you thought, Is that or we pack it up and leave, and now you could hear enraged voices. Daryl huffed beside you, releasing your hand, you looked at him and saw he was angry

“And what deal will we be able to make?”, asked Rick again, looking all around

“We need to figure it out”, said Tyresse this time, “offer them something so they leave us alone”

“Nah, we kill those son’bitches”, muttered Daryl by your side. 

“Making a deal with them, is not something we are going to be able to live with”, he said, “you know what happened in Hilltop, they will ask more, and more, and if one of us looks at them the wrong way, they will kill one of us, or more of us”

“Rick if we go to war we all might die!”, Glenn said, exasperated, and everyone got quiet. Rick came for you, grabbed you gently and went with him. 

“If we negotiate with them… we will lose the element of surprise and in this case, this is everything”, he said, “If you think they are ever going to treat us fairly, you’re wrong”, he said. He grabbed your arm then, showed it to all those people in the church, you just let him, like you were a rag doll, but you felt tears spring to your eyes. People gasped, as they saw the still raw letters, as Rick used you for propaganda, “NS… Negan’s Saviors”, said Rick outloud, “they want to own us, make us bend, for us to work for them, provide for them, without getting nothing in return but death”, he said then, “we can beat them, we can”, he then looked at you, how you began to tremble, bitter tears running down your cheeks

You wanted to say something, you wanted to scream, that you were not going to be able to fight them, that many were going to die, and the rest will become some sort of slaves, you remembered the fear you felt, while they locked you up in that small dark broom closet, you remembered what kept you going, the idea that if you kept quiet, if you resisted, you were going to save your family, and now your family wanted to go to war, Rick was convincing them to.

You needed to say something, to give arguments, to scare them, like you were, but nothing came to life, you didn’t twist the air to carry your words, nothing came out, just tears.

You only came to your senses again when Rick called your name, you looked at him, and realized everyone was still looking at you

“We’re all gonna die”, you managed to whimper, only Rick and Deanna heard you. Rick and Daryl, potentially the most important men in your life, were on a warpath, you were one of the only people who can stop them, and the only thing you wanted to do was curl up and cry.

You couldn’t take it anymore, and you walked hastily out of there.

You never thought you’d be here again, but… here you were. You hugged your legs as you intently counted the corrugated metal, as you had climbed onto the roof, looking back at the tall metal wall. 

They had called for you, but you didn’t stop.

You weren’t angry at Rick for grabbing you, you were angry because he wanted to fight, he wanted to go to war, he didn’t want to get rid of a quarry full of walkers, that were still looming over you, and yet, he wanted to kill -or try- hundreds of people

“They're looking for you”, said Carl, slipping through the window to sit by your side

“How did you know where to find me?”, you asked with a soft smile

“Hunch”, he said simply, “why don’t you want to go to war?”, he asked

“You were there?”, you asked him, he shrugged, “it's not something we can win”, you said, “I just want us to be safe, you know? alive”

“Those guys really scared you”, he wasn’t asking

“Yes they did”, you assured him, “the hate they have, the entitlement, to bend us to their will… is frightening”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”, he asked

“I don’t know”, you said, “the words wouldn’t come out”

“I think we should go and kill them all”, he said, you looked back at him

“Carl...”

“Yeah I know that we might die”, he said, “but after everything we went through… I think they will all prefer to fight”, he assured you. “everything we got, we got it fighting, do you really think we are just going to let them take it?”, he had a good point, “besides, if they do go to war… wouldn’t you want to be by their side?”

“Of course I would”, you whispered, “but…”, you sighed, “we should be worrying about the dead, not about the fucking living trying to kill us”, you whispered, hugging yourself tighter. You knew what Daryl wanted to do, he wanted to kill them all, go to war, go in guns blazing. And the very thought scared you to death.

They had held him in gun point and stole the only possessions he had

They had grabbed you and kept you for a week.

He wanted them gone, he wanted to kill them himself.

You still didn’t know what to do, well… except for one thing… one thing you had to do

“Thank you dude”, you said, slapping his hat playfully. You left him there and went to find her. 

You found her easily, in her house, which was weirdly empty. She seemed surprised when she opened the door for you, and extremely nervous, but she let you in with a smile. She wasn’t at the meeting either, and you wondered why. 

“Sorry for not stopping by yesterday”, she offered, pretending you were just one of the ladies of Alexandria, “I was just about to go and give you these…”, she said, offering you a tupperware filled with cookies, you smiled at it, but then you looked at her

“I’ll have one after”, you said, she frowned

“After what?”

“I need you to help me with something”, you said. And you showed her your brand, she swallowed hard when she saw it, but you didn’t come here for her pity. “Help me fix this”, she looked at you, almost scared. But then she hardened her stare. Dropping the ALexandrian facade. 

“Fine”, she said

You lit up one of the burners of the stove and you placed a metal piece that was a small “line”

“Why did you come to me?”, she asked you, you looked back at her with a look that could only say “are you kidding me?”

“C’mon Carol, you are the only option for this, besides, you kinda owe me”, you accused. She nodded, accepting your answer.

You folded a leather belt and placed it in your mouth, so you could bite into it as Carol burned you with metal again. 

She managed to turn the N into a warped A with a 1, and the S into an 8.

A18, The Alexandria 18, or at least that is what you wanted to mean.

You looked at the symbol embedded into your skin and your eyes filled with tears because of the pain, but it was worth it, if you delayed it more, it would heal weird. You released your mouth from the leather belt, trying to wipe your tears. 

“Hey, look at me”, said Carol, you raised your eyes to meet hers, she grabbed your head gently, to make you focus on her, “you will get through this”, she said firmly, “you survived it, and one day soon, the bastards will be dead, and you, you will still be here”, you nodded, “because that’s what we do, we survive, we are the ones to make it”

“Thank you”, you whispered, she nodded, very determined, “I don’t want to be on your bad side Carol”, you said, a little choked, “I love him, like I never thought I was going to love somebody, and you are one of the most important people to him”.

“We’ll work it out”, she offered, you nodded, she still was cradling your face with her hands, she made you lean in and kissed you on your forehead. She then pulled you for a hug, and you hugged her back, tightly. 

“Hey what’s goin’ on?”, it wasn’t recriminatory, you separated and saw Daryl there looking at the both of you with a little smile

“Girl talk”, said Carol with a smile, an honest smile

“What does it smell like burning meat?”, he asked, you shared looks with Carol, and then shook your head

“No idea”, you both said at the same time.

“The usual package won’t work with these people”, muttered Negan, looking at the darkened street, “I can see it”

“We know what their plans are going to be, we could easily end them”, said Gary

“Yeah, I know”, he whispered, “those idiots back at the Sanctuary jumped the gun, they might as well ruined everything”, he said, grunting

“There are not… the kind of people we deal with”, said Laura, “Rick’s group is dangerous…”

“Are you having second thoughts Laura?”, asked Negan, entertained

“Deanna clearly can’t control them”, she said, “like she said she would”

“Yeah, she can’t”, he said, “And I do know the easiest thing would be to kill them all, but I might find some use for them yet… I have an idea…”

“Boss, I want to go home already”, growled Gary, already tired of his games, and Negan often thought about the fact he should have brought someone else with him… someone more approachable

“And we will my impatient friend”, Negan chuckled, “soon, and we might even take some very special new friends back with us”, he said with a cheeky smile

PCN: I feel so sinful, writing smut with Daryl, I hope I’m not disappointing you, because each time I write the word “cock” I cringe so bad, I love Daryl so much and I want to do right by him. You won’t believe the dirty sh*t I have written for my darker fics (HOTD, Marvel), and yet with Daryl I feel almost bad no matter how vanilla it is. 

Anyways… Do you think it's time for him to pop the question? I already want to refer to Daryl as her husband, and us his wife, I’ve been hinting at it, I refuse to use the words “girlfriend” and “boyfriend” haha

I’m chatty today… Negan’s plan is about to be discovered… and also, I got the idea of the branding and re-branding (pun intended) of a scene out of Orange is the New Black

taglist @crazyunsexycool @capricxnt

[misguidedasgardian]

Interior Designer

As an Interior Designer there is a part of my job in which I need tools, like drills, and dremels, orbital sanders, jig saws, and TOOLS, and... now I get a chance to buy myself some tools.

AND I CAN'T FIND ANYTHING AESTHETIC! DUDE, I want to buy everything Makita, because I like the color?? and the Logo, but they are expensive even though they are light and get the job done in an immaculate fashion... so Dewalt, which are expensive too, but their power is unmatched and I found some good deals on my national hardware store, but its yellow??

Dude what do I have to do to get sponsored 😂🤍 AND HAVE ALL MY TOOLS IN ONE COOL COLOUR AND BRAND???

Sounds silly but the esthetic is important to me 😂

[misguidedasgardian]

HOTD FANDOM

I'm a bit nostalgic and I'm remembering how much fun we used to have in here, between seasons, all writing, modern AU, headcanons, such kinkyness and fun... the mutual support...

Then all the drama within the fandom hit.

Then the horrible season that only gave me bitterness.

I'm not feeling it right now, I'm so sad. I can't even keep writing my fics.

Sometimes, ignorance IS happiness.

[misguidedasgardian]

A spy belonging to a cool private agency that send me to retrieve treasures and fight the enemy agency (something like Charlie's Angels meet Lara Croft)

“You never pretended to be a bride when you were a little girl?” No???? Like literally never?

[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (Part XXIX)

XXIX. The Aftermath

MASTERLIST

Summary: You deal with some of the aftermath of what happened to you.  

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings:  Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, cursing, talks about imprisonment, talks about burning with iron, and possible rape, injures, talks about a beating, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Alright… I want to admit… I ran out of most “scenes” I had planned/already written, but I think I built an important base for what’s to come. 

Daryl didn’t release you until you were inside the house, and you were able to place your trembling feet on the wooden floor.

You saw it in their faces, nobody knew what to do with you, with this broken, injured you.

You haven’t even recuperated from your injuries of DC, and now you had more, and they were piling up

“You should go to the infirmary”, said Rick softly

“I think I want to take a bath first”, you said softly, they shared looks

“I’ll tell Denise to come to you, alright? in an hour, a special house call”, you smiled at him and nodded.

Rick called your name softly, and you catched yourself looking at nowhere, your eyesight unfocused on the wall

“What did he do to you?”, he asked, but he seemed to regret it as soon as he saw your face, “do you want to discuss it in private?”, he asked you both

“He didn’t… rape me”, you said slowly, and you heard Daryl take a deep breath, “he locked me up, fed me dogfood sandwiches, I had a knife on me so I tried to use it, so they came in like three guys and they beat me up a little”, you said, “and they burned me…”, you saw Rick whine, he rubbed his face with his hands, to then look at you with shiny eyes, he saw you trying to hide your forearm, and he grabbed it gently, taking the bandage softly, when they the brand on your skin, watching the burn mark, the initials, Rick took a deep breath, taking a few steps back and rubbing his face and hair back, pacing.

You watched Daryl as he looked at the initials in your skin, he shook his head, his eyes filled with tears. You could tell he had a hard time processing it, he didn’t want to believe it 

“I didn’t tell them, anything”, you said

“You should have”, Rick said desperately, grabbing onto your shoulders gently, “you should have spoken if that’s what kept you safe”

“They branded me because I refused to join them”, you said softly, “I refused to kneel and become a soldier or that guy’s wife”, you assured them, “they are like a cult, they run in complete and total loyalty to this guy Negan, he is like some sort of god”

“I’m gonna need you to tell me more”, said Rick, that’s when Daryl surrounded you with his arm

“Later man”, he demanded, Rick nodded

“Yeah, I’m sorry”, he said, he squeezed your shoulder softly and nodded.

Daryl led you downstairs, slowly, gently. 

He made you sit in the toilet while he drew you a bath, just like you had done for him that time. You hugged yourself, still in Abraham’s jacket 

He didn’t leave you, you didn’t think twice about it, he helped you take out your jacket, and shirt, he winced when he saw all the bruises, and he caressed gently each and every one of them.

You guessed he dared to do it because you hadn't rejected his touch, right now the only thing you wanted was his gentle hands on you, rather than everyone else’s

You took out your bottoms and then he helped you get in the tub, you moaned when you felt the hot water, just how you liked it, and it instantly soothes your aching body as you sit in it.

You watched as Daryl shed a couple of tears, as he saw the state you were in

“Please don’t”, you whispered, he shook his head, and finally looked at his face. “they just beat me up a little”, you muttered, “after they locked me up and i tried to stab them”, you whispered. You touched his face, “get in here with me”

“Nah, let me take care of ya”, he whispered, he grabbed a sponge, and he started to rub you gently, he cleaned your bullet wound that still had a couple of stitches, and then the rest of you.

One cold shower in seven days, the water ended up dark when you were done. He helped you get dried and dressed in your pajamas, is the only thing he had handy. 

When you resurfaced on the main floor, Denise was waiting for you with a shy smile and sad eyes.

You let her check you, every bruise, even the one in your head that was already healing

There was a particularly nasty bruise in your ribs, oh you remembered that particular kick

Tell us where your camp is bitch

“I want to rule out a concussion or internal bleeding”, she said, putting a little flashlight into your eyes, “have you vomited?”, you shook your head, “shortness of breath?”, you shook your head, “have you lost consciousness? Dizziness? abdominal pain? chest pain?”, this girl was reciting straight from a book, and Rick, Michonne and Daryl could see how uncomfortable you were becoming, you had indeed experienced most of those things, but because they beat you up. She checked your bruise some more, and then she sentenced that it was not an internal bleeding, just a bruise. But if I ever feel any of that myriad of symptoms I should go straight to her. 

She bandaged the burn mark, even if it wasn’t raw, you didn’t want to see it. She then took out the stitches of your almost healed bullet wound, she gave you some painkillers and demanded you stay here until at least the bruise in your ribs disappeared.

Then she left.

It was bananas to think that in the last week you had more medical checkups in the middle of the apocalypse than in your whole “normal” young adult life. You took a long breath, to distract yourself from those dumb thoughts. 

You were home now, you thought, as you looked around, you could relax, you could be safe, nobody was going to grab you, make you do things, burn you, lock you up.

You were back with your family, you were safe here.

You remembered all those times that Rick and Daryl told you to stay here, stay home, and you got angry, and now the only thing you wanted to do was to crawl into your bed and sleep for years.

“I know I have to… tell you what happened, what I know”, you offered softly, “but I just… want to sleep”, you whispered brokenly. Daryl shared looks with Rick and Michonne

“I’ll make you something to eat”, Michonne said, “you shouldn’t have those pills on empty stomach”, you barely nodded, and she served you some food, at this point, it was a little after noon, and you didn't know if they planned it, but nobody else showed up.

As you were eating rice with canned mushrooms, and sipping water, Rick couldn’t stop looking at you

“They want to see you”, he said softly, “but we told them to reign it in, that we were going to ask you”

“Who does?”, you asked back

“All of them”, he said with a soft smile, “so tonight, when you wake up from your nap”, he said gently. You’d like that, be with your family, all of them.

“Thank you”.

You ate everything up, Michonne even brought you some canned peaches, which you devoured, you took the pills with sips of water, and then Daryl guided you, you made a decision to go upstairs, even if you found Daryl’s room extremely comfortable, but, just the thought of being in a basement… just freaked you out. 

When the door closed behind you, and you were alone with him, you felt another wave of sadness/relief/rage crashing onto you like a tidal wave. 

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter?”, he asked, wiping your tears with his thumbs 

“When I was there… after a week I saw a guy… and he had your crossbow”, you sobbed and he caressed your face, “for a horrible second I thought they killed you, that you died, and I almost die right then too”, it got so bad, that you hiccuped into your sobs. 

“Nah”, he said, “ain’t nobody takin’ me out”, he said, “Not now that I have ya”, you sobbed as he hugged you tightly into his chest. “a couple found me in the woods that day, I tried to help them, they were runnin’ from the saviors, and they double crossed me, took my things”

I took it from a man that we encountered in the woods, he was alive when we left him

“I thought… “there is no way they took it from him while he was still alive”, you cried, “I thought the worst…”, he grabbed your face softly, making you look at him 

“Ain’t nobody takin’ me from you”, he repeated, “ya’ hear?, never, aint nobody takin’ you from me neither”

“Yeah”, you said then, smiling through the tears, “now I know, thanks for rescuing me”, you said with a soft smile, he only shook his head gently, with a smile on his face. You went to the bed and sneaked under the big comforter and the sheet. “Daryl…”, you called, he turned to you, “can you please… stay with me?”, you asked him

“M’never leavin ya”, he assured you, “not until ya get tired f’me and tell me to go to hell”

“That’s never going to happen Dixon so you better mean it”, you said softly. He laid by your side.

“Sleep, I’ll keep watch”, he whispered

“Promise to wake me up to relieve you?”, you asked childishly, as you always did when you slept next to him on runs

“Sure”, he said, understanding immediately.

“Wait… the good stuff Denise gave me are kicking in”, you moaned softly, “Mmmm this is goin’ to be a hell of a ride”, he chuckled as you surrendered yourself to a drug-induced sleep on Daryl’s chest.

Rick rubbed his face, tears threatening to come out, he left the house, after lunch, he needed to report to Deanna, who wanted to see you. 

“Is she alright?”, asked Carl, Rick had to almost tie him up so he couldn’t go with them to retrieve you.

“Yeah, she is good”, he said softly, “she needs some time”, he said softly, “she is with Daryl right now, but tonight we will all gather to make her feel better, alright?”, Carl nodded.

“Yeah, I got something I think she might like”, Rick smiled and placed his hand on his shoulder.

“That’s my boy”, Carl left him and Rick went up the few steps to Deanna’s house, and coming out of it, was Smith, who almost got face to face with Rick, Gary was following him closely

“Hey Rick”, he greeted

“Hey”, he said weirdly

“The boss lady was handing us a couple of jobs we have to do, being productive members of the community”, he said with a big smile

“Good, that’s… good”, he said. Rick didn’t know why, but like many other members of the group, he didn't like this guy at all.

“How is she?”, he asked, “big operation you did today”

“Yeah”, he said simply, “everything went well, ge got her back, those bastards… they… beat her up real nice, but… luckily, just that, so… she will be alright, she is with her… Daryl… right now”

“Oh good”, he said, and then he just walked away 

When he entered Deanna’s house, she jumped, she was truly nervous, and had a disturbing look in her eyes

“Is there something wrong?”, he asked, Spencer was there too, looking concerned, his arms crossed across his chest

“No, nothing to worry about”, said Spencer

“How is she, Rick?”, asked Deanna

“Everything went according to Alexander’s plan, he has proven to be, a great addition, no casualties, no nothing”, he said

“Because of her”, said Deanna, her knowing smile returning to her face, she walked towards him and grabbed his shoulders, “how is she?”, she echoed

“She broke down, as soon as she saw herself safe, she has cried, quite a lot, right now, she wants to be with Daryl, she had a bath, she is taking a long nap, Denise already checked her, give her some pain killers, she got beat up, but she managed to stay quiet about the location of Alexandria, so that’s great”

“I’m glad she is with Mr Dixon”, she said with a pleased smile, “those two, are my favorite couple”, she said with that sneaky smile, Rick chuckled

“Oh? how so?”

“Well, unpredictable, strong, a bit messy, colorful”, she said, “passionate”...”

“Alright”, chuckled Rick

Spencer was watching the scene, a bit relieved, but Rick could still see the trouble in his eyes.

“Deanna”, he called, “you know you can count on me for anything, right?”, he asked then, but he could not get nothing out of her

“Of course I do”, she said

“I saw Smith and Gary leaving”, he muttered, Deanna seemed even more troubled

“Yeah, I gave them both jobs”, she said, “anyways, I’d like to see her, when she is ready”

“She agreed to have a little get together later”, he said, “of course the both of you can go, I’m just worried, I don’t want her to do any favors, so, family only”, he said

“We will just come by to see how she is doing”, she said with a pleased smile.

Rick left the house with an uneasy feeling on his chest, he didn’t know what happened, and he didn’t like not knowing. 

Thanks to the drugs still lingering heavily in your system, you woke up slowly, calmly, the colors around in your room told you it was almost sunset, you felt groggy, but… better, in a sense, waking up and be completely aware of your surroundings was… calming

Daryl was looking at you, with a concerned look in his eyes

“Stop”, you whispered

“Wha’?”, he asked  

“Don’t look at me like that”, you whispered, he grabbed your face softly, making you look at him

“Like wha’?”

“With pity”, you answered 

“It ain’t pity’, he insisted, “I ain’t never felt more scared than the moment I thought you were gone”, he whispered, “I now I got you back, and I’m still cared”

“Why?”, you asked him. Then you realized it could be that he was afraid you had been… broken… damaged beyond repair. He didn’t say it, so you guessed you were right. “I’m here Daryl, I’m back, and I’m not going anywhere”, you said softly, “you did it, you got me back, I’m here”

“I want to kill that son’bitch”, he said, “I wanted to kill him right then and there”, as would that be the reason he was scared of losing you, that you’d be scared of him, of his “murdering” instincts

“I could have killed them, that day, but I aimed for their legs… I…. didn’t”, you whispered, “I just wanted them to fuck off, I never thought…”

“You didn't want to kill people, that don’t make you weak or nothin”, he said

“Well and you wanting to kill them doesn’t make you bad”, you said, he leaned in and kissed you, “I know I’m a bit banged up, but it’s still me, the same I was a week ago”, you said, “alright?”

“Yes Ma’am”, he said with a soft smile

“Now… it’s my party, so… you better cook me something GOOD”, you said, putting on your best front, you stood up from the bed, and put on your… clothes… your thickest jeans, a long sleeve shirt, with a turtleneck… you didn’t even know why, you didn’t want them to see you… like they had this morning.

With only a bruise in your face, you went down the stairs.

You entered the main space slowly, you were relieved of being back home, but your body still shook a bit. When you got to the living room, all the women in your group were there, Michonne, Maggie, Rosita, Tara, Beth. They all seemed surprised when they saw you, and then, they gave you that look.

Pity

“Please don’t”, you muttered, “don’t look at me like that”, you whispered 

“We thought you would like some company”, said Michonne, regaining her usual voice, the one she used when she was happy, “we will accompany you if you want to”

“Thanks”, you said smiling softly, “I do, really”, tears threatened to spill in your eyes, “thank you for rescuing me”, they all came in at once, but took turns to hug you tightly, murmuring praises in your ears and words of encouragement.

“We will eat, the pasta that you like”, said Maggie, your face lit up

“Real pasta? the dried kind? not the can kind?”, you asked

“The… “real” one”, confirmed Maggie, you smiled widely. They smiled at you when they saw your relieved face

“Oh good”, you said with a wide smile .

The rest of your family arrived, Glenn, Abraham, Rick, Carl, with Judith, and even Gabriel, Eugene and Tyrese, the original 18 were gathered, well, now 17 that you had lost Noah, who had been somewhat replaced by Alex. There was only one person who shone in its absence, but you didn't want to think about it. 

You ate all together, pasta, like you liked it.

But after dinner, you could tell Rick was getting anxious, so, Daryl, Rick, Alexander and you went to the corner to speak

“I didn't see him, Negan”, you began, “but i know enough to say that… this is big”, you said determinedly, “this is a huge operation, this people ran in complete loyalty towards him… he had this lieutenants of sorts, the one who imprison me was one, SImon”, you muttered, “then under then they have what they call their soldiers, the saviors, the hands that get dirty, with guns, heavy artillery, then, there’s workers, people they protect in exchange of their.. handy work, you have cooks, manual laborers… then, you have people who had wronged the system, they became some sort of slaves”, they heard everything you had to say about them.

“like I said, I don’t know who this Negan guy is, but… If he finds a woman attractive, he will make her marry him”, you said with a shaky voice

“Marry ‘em?”, you nodded

“And have sex with him”, you continued, “if they refuse he threatens to kill their real husband, or he melts their faces off with an Iron, or vice versa, if he needs someone to fall in line he will take his women for himself”, they both shared looks, “If a single woman won’t marry him, he makes them do hard labor instead, not many make it”.

“How did you learn all of this stuff?”, asked Rick

“It’s incredible what you hear when you keep quiet”, you said, “this guy Negan likes to make public displays of force, or law enforcement, that is one of his punishments, and I saw two guys with a melted face” 

“What did he make you do?”, Rick asked, as he was afraid of the answer

“He first off, his man Simon, offered all the bells and whistles, first to marry him, them to make me one of his soldiers, but I didn’t want to, I told him I wanted to go, so he deducted I had a camp… despite that I told him I didn't”, your voice broke at the last sentence, “I didn’t tell ‘em”, you assured, “I didn’t, but he knew, he saw me too clean and well kept, he wanted our location so when I wouldn’t give it he…”, both men stood still, “locked me up, beat me up, burned me”

“you should have told him so he would leave you alone”, Rick repeated

“I couldn’t do that Rick”, you whined, “it’s a huge operation”, you said, “they hold up in this huge factory, for what I heard, they have outposts too, trucks, guns, all of it”, you said, “they are hundreds of them”, the panic in their faces, they needed to know, “and they are not like Alexandrians or dumb fucks, they are us, Rick, times ten, more vicious, more violent, with more guns and resources, and they are not afraid to use them”, you said, “They run on ultimate loyalty towards Negan, their leader, he had turn these people into their soldiers, they are fiercely loyal, and entitled, they believe themselves to be the top of the food chain”, you said then, “the kind of guys that we wouldn’t let inside of Alexandria? well, he managed to control them”, you said. 

“You talk about this guy like he is some sort of cult leader”, he said

“Charles Manson wished he had come up with this stuff”, you said then, you looked down, “one of the members of my Atlanta group, the last one, found them before we did, he is one of them now”, you said, “I have reasons to believe, for what he told me, that they enforce themselves into other communities, makes them give them things, foods, and whatever they want… or they kill them”

“Jesus… Jesus helped us get you back, he told us, his community is under the savior’s thumb”, said Rick, you nodded

“He helped you?”, you asked, Daryl grabbed your arm softly

“Yeah, he approached me and Carol, and stayed with us until we got you back”, said Daryl, you smiled

“He took us to Hilltop”, said Rick, “it's a farming community, he told us the saviors killed a sixteen year old boy”

“Oh”, you said, it was great news that you knew another community, but horrible because of what was happening, “they’ll do the same to us”, you said, “it’s a matter of time, they will take our shit, and if we don’t fall in line, they will kill us”, you finished

“What are you saying?”, asked Rick

“He will look for us, hell, he might be looking for us right now”, you said, “and we better be prepared for when he does find us”, you said shortly

“To do what?”, asked Alexander

“To negotiate”, you said, “our loyalty and services for keeping our stuff, our houses, or something like that”, you muttered

And that… truly unsettled them.

You had today to recuperate, and cry, and feel pity about yourself, but now? you needed to pull it together, for what’s to come. You couldn’t give yourself more time to grieve whatever happened to you, they could be back at any minute, they could be watching you right now.

You jumped when the door opened and the three new guys entered, you didn’t understand what they were doing here, and Deanna and Spencer went in just behind them.

She wanted to see you and speak to you, but she understood it pretty quickly so once she made sure you were fine, she let you be, with the promise that anything you may need, you could count on her. 

Who knew that being taken by a hostile group and tortured would make your group more united? As you looked around the room you understood it.

You would do anything to keep them safe.

And soon you will be facing the greatest threat to your family yet… You had today, you will not take another day to yourself, to mourn, you needed to get your head straight, because whatever is lurking in the woods, you need to be right here, with your family, keeping them safe. 

But you still had today. 

You felt Smith’s eyes on you, when you looked back at him you didn't see a smirk, on those dark eyes with mockery in them, you actually saw concern, worry even. You tried not to think much about it

There was a person who still wasn’t here… and right now, as you felt the bandage touch against your long sleeve shirt… you needed her.

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Wildcats (Part XXVIII)

XXVIII. While you were gone

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Summary: As you were being taken…. 

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, cursing, threats, hostage situation, hostage exchange, dark themes, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Alright let get this party started! what will happen in this chapter and the ones to follow will be very OCC for many characters, but, this is my party, and I really want to make this work! muahaha

Daryl was in some sort of crossroads, he had two paths ahead of him, one, was influenced by his new friend Aaron, and his experience in Alexandria, said path, led him to help other survivors, people who he could deem worthy, to become as lucky as he had become, and bring them into Alexandria, where they could be safe, and become part of his family. 

The other was influenced by his brother, Rick, and by all the awful things he had been put through, by the worst kind of people this sick world had created. That path led to not looking for more people, not helping anybody, and not bringing them inside the walls. 

But then there was you, you brought in someone who kicked your ass and shot you in the shoulder, and he had turned out to be a brilliant addition to the community. Daryl even started to feel safe with the man, and even more? to trust your security in his hands too.

So when he encountered three people in the woods, two women and this guy, even after they pulled a gun on him, he came back for them and offered them help. He offered them to go back with him to Alexandria, because they were running from people like he had encountered before. Bad people

The debate of who were bad people and who were good was long gone, for Daryl, his family was the good, and anybody that tried to harm them were the bad, as simple as that.

But again, when they pulled the gun on him again, even after he helped them hide from those guys, he was debating again.

He should have let them die, get caught by that group.

They took his bike, and they took his crossbow. He thought twice about fighting them, the thought of you in his mind, not because you’d think bad of him for killing them, but because he didn’t want to risk it, of getting himself killed and never seeing you again.

The very thought terrified him.

Now he knew what being in love was, what being loved felt like, and he was not going to throw it away.

He walked back to the town, a bit defeated, but with a renewed thirst for revenge now.

This is the second time they encountered these guys… he knew they belonged to the same group the guys in the bikes did.

This is something they will need to take care of. Find out more about.

He walked back to where the truck was, he hoped you were doing better than he did. But that took him a while, hours, several.

“Daryl!”, he turned back quickly when he heard Carol calling for him, “DARYL!”

“What’s wrong?”, he asked frowning

“They took her!”, she said quickly

“Wha’?”

“Some guys, they took (y/n)!”, his world stopped spinning in that very moment. 

“WHAT!?”, he said, looking all around, already esperate 

“I saw it as they took her, they were four of them”, she said. Daryl’s heart seemed to have dropped to his very feet, “when I got to her, she had ran out of bullets, they were four of them, couldn’t get a good shot”, she said urgently, “they said they worked for Negan”

As Daryl didn’t know what to do, Carol went into the truck and grabbed the walkie. 

“Team A”, she called into the walkie talkie, “Team B here”

“Yeah, Team A here, what’s going on?”, asked Rick

“They took (y/n)”

“What? repeat that”

“The saviors took (y/n)”, she repeated into the walkie

“We are on our way to yours”, he said, “Team C and D, stay in your tasks”

“Team D here, negative”, said Abraham, “we found a crate, and we are coming to you”

“Team C here”, said Glenn, “us too”

“Rendezvous on B”

“Which way they took off?”, he asked, looking everywhere, to every direction, and road

“It was a while ago”, she said, “From that school at the end of the street”

“DAMMIT!”, he tried to get into the truck, but Carol stopped him.

“You will never catch them in this can!”, she said, “we need to wait for the others”

“Hey!”, called a voice they didn’t recognize, so they both turned quickly, Carol pointing her rifle at the man who had just spoken, “I know who took her”, in front of them was a thin, tall guy, with bear, long hair, and blue eyes, young…

“Who the hell are you!?”, Asked Daryl, grabbing his knife, Jesus put his hands up, with one he showed him your ax

“My name is Paul Rovia, but my friends used to call me Jesus”, he said, passing him your ax, “I met her in that gym over there”, he said, pointing, “there was only one way out, so she decided to surrender to those guys before they found us both, and they took her”

“Surrender?”, asked Daryl with your ax in his hands. Carol didn’t stop pointing the gun

“A group that called themselves the saviors took her”, he said, “have you met them yet?”, he asked

“A couple of times”, he mumbled, sharing looks with Carol

“I have to assume you are part of a community”, said Jesus, “I am too”

“Do you know where they took her?”, Carol asked

“No, not sure”, he said, “but she helped me, so I will try to help her”

“Our people are coming”, Daryl warned. But Jesus wasn’t going anywhere. 

In an hour the four groups gathered in the truck

“Who the hell is that?”, asked Rick, as he pointed at a tied up Jesus sitting in the open back part of the truck

“I’m Paul, but my friends call me Jesus”, he said, untying himself quickly, Daryl and Carol just looked at him impressed

“They took my… (y/n)”, said Daryl, “they freaking took her”

“Alright, which direction did they take off in?”, asked Alex

Carol pointed.

“Making of the truck? colour?”

“I don’t know, it was… white?”

“Make? no?”

“the one with a T in front…”

“A Toyota”, he mumbled

“It had a mounted machine gun in the back”, she said

“So it has to be a Tundra or a Tacoma with that weight…”, he said, “and four people you say?”

“Tell us what you know”, Rick demanded out of Jesus

“They took her, because they want to know where she came from”, he said, “they want to know where her community is and once they know… they will extort you for supplies, guns and food”, he said, “They came to my community, killed a 16 year old boy”, he muttered, “and we give them half of everything every month”

Rick placed his hand in Daryl’s shoulders, who was about to lose it

“We are going to get her back”, he promised 

“I know”, he said, nodding, rubbing his face, “I wasn’t with her, four guys we could have easily taking them down!”, he said, angrily

“You can’t do that, not now”, said Alex, who was taking control of the situation, “the fact is they took her, and we need to get her back, do you know where these assholes have their base?”, he asked Jesus

“I… no… not personally…They will keep her alive”, assured Jesus, “because they will use her as a ticket to get into your community, you wouldn’t refuse her at the door, would you?”

“No, never”, said Rick

“So we need to get ready”, muttered Alex

“We need to get her back!”, said Daryl

“Do you know how in the movies there’s this heroe that they torture for information? or this unreadable, badass villain? They never break? well, that’s just fiction, all of them start singing before the pliers even touch the tip of their finger, and this is a fact, she will talk, I’m saying this because we need to be ready for when she does”, he said firmly, “there is no blame to her, but… they will come when she tells them”

“Daryl is right we need to put every effort into rescuing her”, said Rick

“Never said the opposite, but we need to leave people in Alexandria who knows what they are doing”

“They aren’t ready”, said Michonne

“Where’s Smith?”, asked Alex, looking around

“Send him back home”, said Rick, “to warn the others”

“Fine”, he said. “You said that not you personally, you might know some people who do know?”, Jesus nodded.

“Look, I don’t know you guys, but you look like decent people, she could have… well… try to kill me, but she didn’t, she could have let those guys find us both, but she protected me, so I’m going to… go on a leap… I’m from a community, called the Hilltop…”

They regrouped in Alexandria, from where they were preparing to go to the Hilltop, as Jesus spoke to Rick and Deanna about their chances to trade and other things, and to speak to people that might know where to find you. Daryl was spiraling quickly, at the lack of urgency (to his parameters) of the rest of people around him. He wanted to grab his bike and took to the road, looking for you, building by building, but he did not have his bike. 

If he had his bike he could have catched up to them, if you never split he could have killed the assholes, if he…

“Hey”, said Alex, when they were preparing the RV to go to the Hilltop, grabbing onto Daryl, he tried to jank his arm back but he didn’t let go, “she brought me back to life”, he said, Daryl looked back at him, “I was ready to cash in, I was losing my mind, all alone, in that city of the dead, and then you came along, and even if I beat her up, and shot her in the shoulder, she decided and convince you all to bring me here, she gave me a purpose, a life worth living”, he said, “We will get her back, even if that’s the last thing I do, I will bring her back to you”, he promised, and Daryl looking straight into his eyes, noded

“Yeah we will”, he said. You were right about him, and he was right to remember that, the example you had set, he couldn’t lose hope to still find decent people. 

They spend two days negotiating with the Hilltop, they spend the next two… trying to hatch a plan. Daryl spent all that time pacing, listening, being a thousand miles an hour. 

In the Hilltop, they discovered that a big group of saviors operated in a satellite station. Instead of attacking it, in fear that they might hurt you, they waited, as a group of saviors left the premises. 

It had been four days and Daryl was about to start climbing walls, especially when they discovered that the Satellite station wasn’t even the Savior’s main community. It was just an outpost. So the quantity of men that they had was still a mystery to them. It took them a day to capture the saviors, the trickiest part was catching them alive, and another day to squeeze the information out of them, especially the one that you were not in there, in the outpost, you were somewhere else.

That’s how they found out about the Sanctuary, where this Negan person lived. 

Daryl, Alex, Rick, Rosita, Sasha, Abraham and Michonne, were the ones to pursue your tracks, the others had gone back to Alexandria to prepare it for whatever was to come, either saviors, hostiles or whatever. 

Daryl was right next to Rick when he spoke in the walkie, when they were finally going to know for sure if you were alright, he knew you were still alive, there was no doubt in his mind, but he needed to hear your voice. The walkie that the saviors had, and he heard your voice, you were alive… and when he heard you, he felt like he could breathe for the first time since he found out they took you. 

Alex had taken control of the situation, leading each step of the process that required the abstraction of the saviors, and the way to make them break. He didn’t like to do it, he thought it was behind him, but he’ll do it for you, he had to, so he did it. 

During all this time Daryl knew he had the full support of Rick and the rest of the group. And that made him extremely happy, together him and his family, could do it all 

And now, they were getting ready to take you back, in Alexandria, with Jesus, and Smith, and the rest of them. 

“I want Sasha in that roof”, Alex said, pointing in a map they had drawn, of the layout of the place, “I want the toughest of us in the playground dealing with the exchange, so…”, he looked around the table, “Rosita”, he called, “I want you with our RPG right here”, he said, pointing to the other side, “Tara will assist you, twenty steps”, he said pointing at her, she nodded, “we need to make sure we have that distance, that’s the range of the explosion, if anything goes wrong, we secure (y/n), and then we blown them up”, he said, she nodded, determined, “Sasha I trust you”, he said, “I want the scope on the leader, or whoever is holding her… nobody else”, he said, “If I raise my left hand in a fist, you blow ‘em up”, he said pointing at Rosita, “if my hand is open, you shot whichever of the two”, he said to Sasha, “now, down in the playground, Daryl”, he called, “I want you to be the one to receive her, only if you manage to keep your cool, hostage exchanges are delicate, a wrong look, or a gun a degree too high and things can get very sour very quickly, think you can handle it?”, he asked, Daryl nodded.

“Yeah”

“Our objective is to get her back, no casualties”, he said firmly.

“What about after?”, asked Rick

“We will sit tight, wait for them to leave before we move… It can get tricky, they know we know where they are, but they might not know where we are, the fact that they hadn't come makes me think she really managed to keep the location of Alexandria a secret”, he said, ”which its formidable, on her part”

“Yeah but if we get her back… let’s blow them up”, said Rick, Alex looked at him

“I understand why you think that”, he said calmly, “but because of what we know now, we know there are much more of them, if we take, what? twenty out? they will retaliate, this is how you start a freaking war, and Alexandria is not ready, we let them go”, he said, “hear what she has to say”, Rick didn’t like it, but nodded, “this is a big operation, we need to act cautiously, we deal with them later, when we know more, right now, she is the priority, but that doesn’t mean we can’t make a show of strength”

He looked around the table, everyone nodded, this Smith guy was smirking and nodding, understandably. Alex didn’t like him, not at all, but… he had spent the same amount of time here as he has, so it wasn’t like he had something over him.

“Now… I want Abraham, Daryl, Rick, Michonne and me handling the hostages…”, they organized the whole thing, making Daryl a bit more relaxed.

The priority was you, taking you back home, he believed Alexander, he believed Rick, and he trusted them.

They spent the rest of the afternoon polishing every detail, everything that could go wrong, and they recruited more people from Alexandria, those who could hold guns at least…

Denise, Rosita and Carol sneaked a sleeping pill into Daryl’s water, who had not slept in days, barely a couple of hours each night, and they needed him sharp in the morning, so at eight he fell like a log, the women knew he was going to hate them in the morning, but that is something they were willing to deal with. 

He was the first to wake up, at six he was already preparing himself, not aware of what happened to him the night before. 

He spend every second of his days thinking about you, he knew you were alive, he always knew, you were tough, tougher than you looked, tougher than he wanted to admit, a badass, so he always knew, he was going to hold you again, it's the mere second that led him to it that almost drove him mad. 

He knew the kind of sickos that went about in this fucked up world, he knew, how bad you could have it, surrounded by men, by armed men, he flinched just thinking about it… 

But now, he was getting you back, today, and if you were hurt, he was going to kill every single one of them.

Everyone else was on edge too, so they were ready at seven sharp, and they departed to the zone where they took you, to set everything up. Alexander was creepily calm, making sure everyone was in position, Daryl, already losing his patience, draw out of the van one of the saviors, as did the rest

They were particularly nasty, this men, so he could only guess what kind of people the others were

“Oh I bet they did a number on her”, laughed one

“Shut up”

“You’re trading five of us, for whatever is left of her”

“Shut the hell up, if you don’t wanna lose all your teeth”, he had been held at gunpoint, he had been robbed of his crossbow and motorcycle, they had took his girl, and he had been forced to hear shit for two days, he was done, weirdly rested, but so done.

The meeting point was that esplanade, between a highschool and its gym, and there is where they stood while they waited for the saviors to come. 

They heard trucks soon after 8:45, you all guessed they wanted to get this over with as well as they did.

There were five vehicles on their part, each with four men. As Alexander predicted, but they were only six, on the ground, next to their hostages. and being supported by Morgan behind them, who had insisted, and then they had three more on the roof, Tara, Rosita and Sasha.

Simon got out of the truck first, with a sickening smile on his face

“Well hello there”, he said, “a pleasure to make your acquaintance”, he said

“Where is she?”, asked Rick

“Wow! I’m sorry, I like to know who we are dealing with first”, he said, “I’d like to know who had the balls to attack my compound and take my men hostage”

“I’m Rick Grimes”, he said finally.

“The name is Simon”, he said, with a big, unsettling smile.

“You took our person first”, said Rick. Alexander was watching the entire entire interaction, he also watched each of the men, posted in the back of their trucks, and around. 

“And where is it that you hang your hats, Rick?”, asked Simon

“That is of no concern to you, I want to see her”, he then took out his Colt Python and pointed at his hostage’s head. 

“Wow! no need for that”, at the words of his leader, all of his men went out of their trucks, big automatics in their hands, in a violent demeanor.

“Yeah, there isn’t”, said Rick, at his words, dozens of people appeared on the sides of the buildings nearby, holding guns as big as the saviors’, all of them pointing at the hostile group. Rosita appeared with the RPG in her hands, as did Sasha pointing with her rifle 

“...But that doesn’t mean we can’t make a show of strength”

Simon did not like this at all.

He opened the back of the truck he had arrived in, and grabbed you. Your head was covered with a sack of some sorts, and Baer got out of the truck behind you, so he was going to be the one to handle you during this negotiation. 

Simon took out the sack and Daryl sucked in a breath when he saw you.

You were barefoot, with dirty cotton pants and a single plain white t-shirt. Your arms were bruised, that is what they could see, your face too, only in the cheek, a bandage around your left forearm, everything about you screamed that you had been through hell… 

Rick was so mortified that he didn’t even move. 

You were going through things of your own. you never liked being barefoot, nor walking barefoot and now when your feet were on the concrete floor you winced. 

“Let’s go princess”, mocked Baer, “look what’s happening because of you, uh?”, he kept going. Grabbed you roughly by your arm, and dragged you forwards.

“I expected nothing less from a stuck up bitch”, of course Arat had to be there right behind you

You took a long breath when you saw all the people, your people, there, they had come for you for your rescue. Daryl’s figure stood out amongst all others, and he was there.

“Tell me something, which one of them is your boyfriend? uh?”, he teased, looking at the group ahead of you. 

“Shut up”, you growled, he squeeze your neck more, teased a gun into your head, draw his mouth too near your ear

“See? You do need a strong man to protect you”, he said, “I count at least five over there, look at them, taking five hostages for your exchange”

“I’m sorry that I do have a group that gives a shit about me”, you said simply, “and Baer, if you don’t cut it… I’m going to have to kill you”, he laughed in your ear, as did Arat, making you flinch

“You keep telling yourself you can sweetheart”, he mumbled

When they saw you, you could see it, their horrified, surprised faces. Rick tried to keep it cool, but you could tell, even from a few meters away, he was trying to keep it together, trying to contain his now famous anger. 

“Let’s do this”, invited Rick

Simon was not pleased, not at all, but he signaled Baer to bring you along, and the three of you walked until you met right in the middle. like 10 meters between you and your group.

Abraham and Daryl were flanking Rick, the two toughest guys, to assert dominance you’d gather, and then there was Alex and Michonne. 

Daryl brought one, Abraham another, as did Alexander, Michonne with her katana, and Rick had the leader.

It took everything in your power not to release yourself from Baer and run towards Daryl, and you could tell he wanted the same thing, the very same thing, your eyes never left his not for even a second. 

“A big mess you made, Rick, just to get her back”, said Simon

“Shut up”, demanded Daryl, pushing the man he was guarding forwards, “let’s trade already”, Simon looked at him, smiling, and then he looked at you

“Him? Really?”, he asked, “damn”, he muttered.

“Simon?”, you asked, he looked back at you, “I really hope that someday soon, you find yourself, barefoot, in a desert of legos”, you offered with a smile, he frowned. 

Simon nodded towards Baer, and he pulled away his gun and pushed you forwards, you didn’t think about it any longer, you took shaky steps, slow steps, as you passed the five guys on your way, once you were into “Safe” territory, crossing about 5 meters, you jumped into Daryl’s awaiting arms.

“Are ya’ alright?”, he asked, caressing your cheek with his thumb, “did they hurt ya?”

“I’m alright”, you whispered nodding. He placed his hand on the back of your head and drew you in for a hug. You then split, and it was Michonne’s turn to hug you tightly, and then Abraham, who took out his army jacket, and gave it to you, leaving himself in just a tank top. He caressed your face, your bruised cheek and mumbled something about a cocksucking bastard, and then he placed Daryl and you behind him and Alex, who only looked at you and nodded, they protected you with their bodies.

Rick watched your interaction with eagle eyes.

“I notice my men don’t have their guns”, said Simon, “they were carrying heavy artillery”

“I notice that she doesn’t have her gun, her silencer, her pants, her jacket, her boots”, said Rick, stepping up until he was face to face to Simon, his hand on his colt Python, “we did the exchange, grab your men and get the hell out”, Simon laughed

“Want to end the party so quickly?”, he asked

“There’s gonna be plenty of time later”, Rick threatened

“Oh is that so?”, asked Simon. They shared defiant looks.

While you looked at your man, you noticed he had your ax in his belt

“Oh, my ax”, you said, grabbing it

“Jesus gave it to us”, he whispered. As you had your ax in your hand, you looked in front of you, until you found Arat, standing next to Baer, you showed her your ax and she wiped that smile off of her face.

You did promised you were gonna put it through her skull, so…

It was a small exchange, but Daryl grabbed you softly by the hip, to keep you right next to him. 

Simon and Rick measured each other, then Simon looked at every single one of the people present, analyzing the situation at hand.

Yeah he had taken twenty of his men with him, the rest of the men in the outpost, and still wasn’t enough. He had miscalculated, they had a freaking RPG

“I looked forwards to see you in your nice community”, he said then, Baer smirked by his side, as they took a few steps back

“I looked forward to seeing you in your crappy satellite outpost”, said Rick then.

“I’ll see you soon”, threatened Baer pointing at you, and you gave him your finger.

“Who's that?”, asked Daryl

“Let’s just say I found my long lost member of my Atlanta group”, you whispered. 

When they got in their trucks and left, Rick finally turned to you, he cradled your head with his hand and kissed you on the forehead

“Are you alright?”, he asked, looking at you all over, “did they hurt you?”

“I’m… fine”, you said, it hurt, everything hurt, but…you were fine, you wanted to go home

“We can’t stay here, group one! go!”, he said, many of the Alexandrians disappeared. You recognized many of… civilians, neither of them knew how to shoot, but you guessed, they could just hold a gun and pretend they did know, that was brilliant.

They did all of this, for you… 

“Thank you”, you said, to RIck, and to Daryl, to everybody. And from one second to the next, all this feeling washed over you, like a bucket of iced water. Now that you had been rescued, your legs began to fail you, you were freezing because of your naked feet.

“Hey”, called Daryl softly, grabbing onto you

“Alex get her out of here”, demanded Rick, and Daryl grabbed you, and he and Michonne and Alex walked back to the HUMVEE. You with Daryl on the back, and you left.

You didn’t even realize when you started crying, tears flooding your eyes as you hold onto Daryl for dear life. 

“You r’alright”, he whispered, hugging into you, rubbing soothing circles in your back, “ain’t nobody touching you or hurtin’ ya’ anymore, ya hear?”

But you couldn’t stop, it was like a well had been opened, specially when you still feel the burn in your arm, that had been quickly bandaged before they delivered you.

“Everythin’ will be alright”, he kept saying it, hugging you tightly against him. The relief you felt by being in his arms again also contributed largely to your tears, you had been suppressing all of the fear you had felt these days 

He placed your legs over his, as with one hand rubbed your freezing feet.

Alex stopped the car on his tracks, the three occupants of the vehicle looked at him, impressed. He turned to look at you

“We can only imagine what you have been through”, he said, “The next following days you will face a side of you that you never thought it existed”, he said gently, “you will need to recuperate control of yourself, of your body…”, he said, “you will pass through stages, of grief, of rage, of anger, of sadness, of regrets”, he said, “but if you tell me yes, right now, I will turn this around and I will chase them down, and kill them all”, he said, firmly, but at the same time, softly, you calmed yourself, looking at him.

“No”, you said, “not yet”, he nodded, and started the vehicle again.

“Cry everything you need, cry it all out”, he said. And you just sniffed, against Daryl’s chest. 

Everybody made it back to Alexandria.

But despite that, with how everything went down… left a sense of worry, not only inside of you, but with Rick as well… it had been too… easy… everything went well, and you wondered why you felt so…

Uneasy.

PCN: I made turns and turns around this chapter, didn’t know how to make it more “emotional”, really, didn’t know how to put Daryl’s emotions into here, I hope I didn’t disappoint. 

Daryl doesn’t know what to call you haha, he had said twice “my…”, and then your name, he refuses to call you his girlfriend, the old school southern redneck in him wants to call you only “his”, hahaha

taglist❤️: @crazyunsexycool @capricxnt

[misguidedasgardian]

In your Cregan story The Price of War, it’s mentioned that Jace takes her that one night when she was with Cregan. Is that something we could see?… 👀

Uff so far, I'm not working in anything of HOTD, and really I never intended on writing it... so sorry, but I don't want to make any promises right now.

[misguidedasgardian]

is the cregan series on a hiatus (I need too...)

i fear i devoured it in less than a day and now i just want to see cregan punch aemond

Hey! technically no, but so far I haven't updated anything but my TWD fic in the last month and a half, I'm so sorry, I want to... but nothing is coming to me, the last season of HOTD just butchered any ideas I might have had!

ANYWAYS... I feel like when they start with the punching is so... toxic, but gods if I want Cregan to claim "superiority" over Aemond jejeje top dog kinda thing jajaja.

Sorry I really didn't mean to disappoint anyone, but really, nothing is coming to me, I even had the doc opened and all....

[misguidedasgardian]

Hope you have had a very good day, if not, go out and have one!! Love you <3

Auw! thank you! I hope you have a great day too!

Love you back <3

[misguidedasgardian]

I volunteer as tribute

I CAN'T BELIEVE NEGAN OFFERED OLIVIA TO "SCREW HER BRAINS OUT" AND SHE SLAPPED HIM/SAID NO

LIKE DUDEEEE I'LL SCREW YOU! PLEASEEEE LET ME SCREW YOU!

SCREW ME!

SCREW MY BAINS OUT PLEASE

Sorry I'll call the police and give myself up, they're taking me to horny jail

[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (Part XXVII)

XXVII. ... I'm better off in danger

MASTERLIST

Summary: You are trying to keep it together.  

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, THIS IS HEAVY, THIS CHAPTER WILL INCLUDE, torture, cursing, threats, beating, dark themes, will feature the Sanctuary, so, everything dark that comes with it, branding with hot iron, vaginal bleeding, period blood, humilliation, undesired groping, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Uuufff last chapter, like I said, I had it written for a while, but when I was about to post it… it felt strange, like I was drunk or sm.

“Daryl…”, you whispered, barely audible, “...Carl, Judith, Rick, Michonne, Maggie, Glenn, Rosita, Abraham, Eugene, Tara, Carol, Sasha… Gabriel… Beth, Tyresse, Alex”, you hugged herself tighter, rocking backwards and forwards, mumbling, praying, “Aaron, Olivia, Deanna, Tobin, Spencer…”

You needed to remind herself of them, of your new family, of the people that had protected you 

You couldn’t give in

You couldn’t lead this people to Alexandria

If you had to die, you would, you only wished they weren’t torturing you for information

That is why the names were so important

Each one, a reason to keep quiet

You recited those names, to stay strong, to keep remembering.

Oh Daryl, you might never see him again. 

“Damn! Arat”, said Simon, watching you from the little window posted on the steel door, “I think you just overdid it”, the woman only smirked, “what is she saying?”, he asked, looking at her, very interested

“She is mumbling names”, she answered, “like twenty of them”

“It’s time we play some “good cop”, you know what I mean? take her to the doc to get checked”, she did not like it, but she complied.

Her and Fat Joey grabbed you, you didn't fight it, and led you to the doctor. 

That creepy guy was there, and they sat you on a medical bed while this guy checked you out

“Two week old bullet wound”, he said, “caliber .22, it went right through, lucky you, stitched by a pro”, he mumbled, “old bruises nearly vanished, produced by a… round, fast acting weapon”, he narrated, “and this new ones”, he said, recriminating the guy, “Simon…”, he named him, oh so now you knew, “No internal bleeding”, he said finally, “and this…”, he said, raising your arm, it was on fire, tender, raw and your skin was heated, “it’s almost to the point of infection”, he then looked down on you, and then to your face, you were just frowning at him, he was a doctor, you were not going to deny his help

“I need to speak with her, privately”, he said finally

“No way”, the guy Simon said. The doctor just sighed, the doctor looked at you, standing right in front of you, covering Simons sight’s on you

“You are bleeding”, he whispered, you looked down at yourself and didn’t see any wound until… you spread your legs a bit and you whimpered, you had felt so much pain all over that you hadn't even noticed, “you know what this might be?”, you just looked back at him, “I need to rule out that might be internal”

“Louder doc”, said Simon, who hadn't heard anything, because he was whispering. A single tear fell down your cheek, you felt so humiliated, ashamed, you wanted to be home, in Daryl’s embrace.

“She is bleeding”, he said

“It’s not internal”, you said, “I expected it”, a fucking year without it, and now it comes?. He nodded. 

They actually let you take a shower in a bathroom, and you got to see your body littered with bruises everywhere, and that awful mark on your forearm, angry red. Tears of pain exited your eyes when the water hit it. And when you got out, they actually gave you “period products”, and cotton pants. When they lead you back to your cell, there was a thin mattress on the floor

“How caring of you”, you mocked

“This can all be over”, she said, “just tell us what we want to know”, you only shook your head. So she pushed you inside and closed the door.

The doc had sneaked you some of the “good stuff”, so you just let it kick in and slept in a fetal position. 

The next morning, the dog food sandwich arrived again, with a bottle of water and paracetamol, once they “fed you”, Arat appeared again, with that shit-eating grin on her face

“I see you’re liking your food, like the bitch you are”

“I swear I lose like a million neurons every time i speak to you”, you answered her

“Look I don’t have all day”, she said, bored, “and it will get worse”, she threatened, “just tell me where your people are”

“I’ll only speak to Negan, from now on”, you said, looking back at her, she frowned, “I’m so stuck up, I just talk to high ranking members of an organization”, you explained simply. She controlled herself, you could see it, and she left the room. 

The steel door closed, but it didn’t do the usual last “gling”

She was coming back to close it, you were sure, but one minute, and a couple more and she didn’t. You sighed loudly, you were not feeling very well, you were weak, your arm was burning, and on top of that you felt drowsy, but, still, you got on your two feet and walked towards the door slowly. 

The perfect opportunity, it seemed

You opened the door just enough to peek down the hall.

It was empty

You dared to walk out of your cell, this might be some sort of test, they couldn’t possibly be this idiotic. It was empty, the perfect opportunity, the perfect scene. 

You were being held in the basement, or rather, the level floor of this factory, you could see the sunlight peeking through the huge garage door that was also open. You could hear the growls of the walkers displayed outside.

Not a living soul in sight

How much of an idiot they thought you were?

. . .

“She isn’t coming”, he mumbled, looking through his binoculars. The gates remained open, but you were not going through them, you were not exiting the building as he planned. “It can’t be, are you sure you left it open?”, he asked Arat by his side

“Yes Ser”, she said surely

“Damn, maybe we went a little far with her if she can’t even exit the damn place”, he said, well, letting you think you scaped for you to run back to your place was a… particular tactic, to say the least, and you had not fallen for it, it seemed. 

“She is smarter than this”, muttered Baer, “I don’t want to admit it, but she is smarter and tougher than she looks”, he said, “she is with people, I know she is”

“That was obvious”, said Simon

“Has Negan appeared yet?”, but Simon just looked at him with a disapproving look on his eyes, that information was above Baer’s paygrade 

They waited for an hour, hiding in the trees like idiots when he finally decided to return to the inside of the Sanctuary.

Your cell was empty.

He looked everywhere, but things looked as usual inside, everybody up to their own business.

He went floor for floor, recruiting people as he went, but there was no sign of you, wasn’t until he got to the very last floor. 

He could hear Stevie Wonder’s Superstition on high volume all over. He walked slowly, like he was in enemy territory

The sound was coming from Negan’s fuckin’ room!

He passed by the lounge where the wives were, and they all looked back at him terrified, like some wild wolf just barged in a room crowded with the highest pedigree show dogs. 

And of many things he expected to find… destruction… pillaging, hostages taking, bullets flying, threats made, he never expected to see you, sitting on Negan’s favorite chair, a glass of scotch in hand, probably the last pringles can open on top of his cristal table. You had stolen a white v neck shirt, and you had your feet on the table.

“I love this song”, you said calmly, sipping on the scotch, and looking through a playboy, of all things. 

You looked up at him and Simon was so red you believed smoke was going to come out of his ears like he was a cartoon character. To say he was enraged was to sell it short. 

“Do you really think I’ll just take the bait… lead you back to my…”, you stopped yourself with a finger in the air, as you just remembered something, “alleged camp”, you finished. 

“You little bitch!”, he threw himself on you and you threw back the glass with the scotch out of instinct, it hit against his chest but it didn’t brake, he grabbed you and… gods he was very strong to be this limp

He threw you on the hallway like you were just trash or something, Fat Joey, ever faithful and with nothing else to do apparently, grabbed you along another dude and dragged you away

“Alright, you have a huge security problem, and you are blaming me?”, you said mockingly, “ridiculous”

“I’m starting to think!”, said Simon, running his mouth behind you, “that is not worth it!”, he kept going outloud, catching the attention of everyone in your path, “we’ll find it without you!”, he said, “you had rendered yourself useless, so, we better just get rid of you”, your stomach twisted with fear.

“Oh c’mon, just when it was getting interesting!”, you said mockingly, “you are really going to give up that easily?”

“Nope”, he said then, “we received clear instructions from above, so I will not be getting rid of you”, you tried to look back at him, if he was receiving instructions it meant they came from higher up, meaning Negan!, you were sweating now, because you had this sick curiosity, you wanted to meet him, see him. You stole one of his shirts, you raided his room and the guy still hasn't shown up. 

“Boss, Dwight is back, has something interesting for ya”, sounded through a walkie talkie 

“Perfect timing!”, he said, “our new dog is bringing gifts”

That couldn’t mean anything good, you thought, as they guided you back to the factory floor 

You tried not to react, but you failed tremendously when a blonde guy turned around and you saw this horrible scar all on the right side of his face, like he had been burned up with something. He was waiting for Simon, surrounded by angry looking men.

You could already tell he wasn’t the most beloved member of the group. 

But something caught your eye, that man was holding…

You saw red.

In a second you were being loosely grabbed by Fat Joey and another guy, and in the next?

You didn’t even know where you got that knife you had in your hand, you stole it from the guy that was holding you, you don’t even remember how it happened. Luckily for him he was quick, evading your violent assault, you barely scratched his side.

He stumbled, and you didn’t even know where you got the strength to kick him in his chest, making him fall on his back

“Where did you get that?!”, you didn’t even recognize your own voice, he tried to fight you off, but you were quick to straddle his chest, your foot pinned his arm to the floor, and your hand viciously grabbed his neck in a chokehold

The man was so surprised he barely reacted, he couldn’t believe what was happening, neither could you

“The crossbow”, you demanded, manically, “where did you get it!?”, he tried to snap your hands off of his neck, but you slapped them off of your arms with barely one hand, while you kept choking him. “WHERE DID YOU GET IT!?”, your last scream seemed to shake the entire room, as finally they snapped out of their impression, and they needed two of the big men to pry you off of him. 

“My oh my!”, Simon sang-sing, while the blonde guy tried to catch his breath, while a woman helped him up. It even looked like he expected it from you.

“I’m going to kill you!”, you threatened, no, it was no threat, it was a promise.

He was gone, Daryl was gone, they came across him, and they killed him, because there was no way in hell they took the crossbow while he was alive, there was no way in hell.

“Oh my, the drama! I love it!”, chanted Simon, “tell her Dwight, where did you get such a fine weapon?”, he asked.

“I took it from a man that we encountered in the woods”, he said shakily, looking at you with caution, “alongside a motorcycle”, you kept looking at him like you wanted to kill him, “he was alive when we left him”, he said, rubbing his neck

“You are lying!”, you accused, there was no way in hell that Daryl would have let this guy take his bike and his crossbow

“And he wouldn’t casually tell you where he was from, now would he?”, asked Simon right by his ear

“No”, he said, and then he looked you dead in the eye and smiled, “but he told me about his community, he was so welcoming, wanted to take me back with him!”

“SON OF A BITCH!”, you screamed, in your native language

“That’s enough from you young lady”, said Simon theatrically, “you have been lying to us all along! you clearly knew this guy, and this guy said you are from a very nice community”, he said, smiling creepily. He grabbed you by the arm and took you to a sort of balcony, overlooking the entire floor. 

“Kneel”, he demanded 

“I would only kneel for one man…”, you said, unimpressed, “he would never ask me to do it of course, but I would, for him, for some sexy times, you know?”, you asked mockingly, winking at him.

This order he received from “above” is the only thing that prevented him from bashing your head against the metal railing and not stopping like you did, a one time occurrence.

And into the box you went again

Nobody here in this graveyard appreciated your good ass comebacks and jokes.

This time, no paracetamol, no water, no dogfood sandwich

And the very next morning, they dragged you out of your box.

This time, they brought you to some sort of meeting room, of course, it was from a factory. It sucked, there was Simon, over the table, there was this huge map.

“Has anybody ever told you that you are the creepiest looking guy that’s ever walked this earth?”, you asked him right off the get go. 

“Where is your community?”, he asked, he did not seem pleased, he had a huge map in front of you, of the entire surrounding states. You looked at him and pointed randomly at the map. He kept looking at you with an unhinged look in his eyes

“Did you just pointed at the ocean?”, he asked with greeted teeth

“Yeah”, you answered simply, “that’s where I’m from, the mer-people, they’re coming for me”, you said and he sighed, rubbing his face, “they’re BIG in looting and pillaging, raising the ocean levels and all”. You were so tired, hungry and sleep deprived that you didn’t even see him coming. He grabbed you by your hair in the back of the head and smacked your head against the wooden table, until your nose was rubbing in the paper

“Where the fuck is your camp?”, he asked

“Screw you!”, you said angrily, “leave me alone!”, you screamed

“You know what this tells me?”, the town of Richmond was the only thing you could see as he rubbed your face in it, “your leader is strong, isn’t he? your camp must be magnificent”, he leaned in until you could feel all of his body on top of you, which made you so uncomfortable your eyes filled with tears, and his breath on the side of your face, just straight up made you nauseous, “a lot of resources, right?”, he asked

“No”, you whimpered

“Only something like that could make you hold on like this”, he said, “your loyalty is brutal!”, he said, making you whimper, “You must have so much to lose, don’t you?”

“No”, you said more firmly

“Don’t be selfish”, he whispered, “your people cannot possibly have more resources than us, let us save them”, he said, more enticingly, he pressed himself more into you, “we are the saviors, your camp is in danger for the living dead and we can save them”

“I’m alone”, you whined. He pressed your face even more into the map and you whined in pain, your arm still hurting.

“Squad five to leader, over”, sounded through his walkie talkie, he released you then, but you just laid there on top of the table, not daring to move. 

“Yeah, talk to me, over”, he muttered into the apparatus

“We were attacked in sector eight…”, you raised your head, “it's a whole group…”, no, no no no no no, “they say… you have one of their people, and they want to speak to you, over”, he chuckled darkly, grabbing you by the back of your head, smashing your head back into the wood. 

“Is that so?”, he asked, “any casualties? over”

“They took a couple of us Ser, I think they want a trade, over”

“How many did they take? over”, he asked

“We are five Ser, over”

“FIVE OF MY MEN!”, he said, not clicking, “you are not even worth half of one!”, he said angrily, he had lost his marbles, this was the tipping point

“I’m told you run the show around there”, you sighed in relief, it was the voice of Rick

“Yes I certainly do”, he said simply, “and you’ve took my men”

“And you took one of ours”, he said, as Simon didn’t answer, “let’s make a trade”, he said simply through the walkie

“Bold of you to assume we still got her”, he said. “Maybe we got rid of her”

“Fine, then we’ll get rid of yours”, a shot rang through the walkie making you jump in your spot, “next goes inside your man here”, Simon cursed and kicked, it was funny. 

“that’s not necessary”, he said, trying to fake the most laid back voice ever

“We want to speak to her”, he demanded, “I want proof of life!”

Simon stuck the the walkie to your face and clicked the button

“Hey Rick”, you mumbled into the thing, “I’m alive”, you said, you couldn’t say you were fine though. He called your name

“We are coming…!”

“There she is!”, Simon interrupted, “I gotta say, it's been a delight to have her here”, he said, “I have enjoyed her company so much”, you trembled in your spot

“Son of a bitch if you touch a single hair…”

“Maybe we already did”

The next thing that could be heard through the walkie was someone moaning in pain, you guessed they were beating the hell out of one of their hostages.

“Let me hear it from her”, Rick demanded. 

Simon out the walkie in your mouth again

“Rick, I’m fine”, you said, more assertive this time

“Tough one I’ll give him that”, he mumbled. “Five for one, uh? you must be really valuable for them”, he said to you

“We want her back, now”, demanded Rick, “the exchange, in an hour”

“I don’t think so pal”, said Simon, “I have to think it through first”

“Are you Negan?”, Rick asked

“We are all Negan”, he said back

“So, when?”, he asked urgently… 

“Tomorrow 9 am, the farm near I-66”

“No, I don't think so, why don’t we meet in the very same spot where she was taken, 9 am?”, that damn sector 8 was proving to be a pain in Simon’s ass.

“So you can go there first and blow our brains out?”, he asked, fair point

“We got five of your guys”, said Rick, “maybe you take your chances”, Simon seemed to really think about, really, really think about it

He changed the channel on the walkie

“Alfa chanel, clear, over”, 

“I’m here”, answered another voice in the walkie 

“They want a trade, they have our men”

“Then make the trade, idiot”, he said, a familiar voice, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it, he then changed channels again

“You got yourself a deal”, he said happily, this dude had issues

“Tomorrow, 9 am”, said Rick, and that was all.

You were somewhat relieved, but who were you kidding? When does a hostage exchange ever end well? never, not in movies and series you have seen at least

“This is the last night you are going to be joining us, what would you like to eat? uh? pedigree or friskies?”, he teased, you only groaned as he finally let you stand up from that table.

You guessed he had stuff to plan, so Baer himself came to collect you to lead you back to your suite

“See?”, he asked, “I know you better than you think”, he teased, “tomorrow we’ll see what your people are made of”

“You'll come to a hard reality”, you said

“Oh, because you are so badass?”, he mocked, “you don’t know half of the shit I have seen in this place, the things that happened since you left us”, you rolled your eyes

“You said that I left you, left the team”, you said matter of factly, “I am a villain in your story and that’s alright you know why?”, you asked as you had reached the door

“Why?”

“Because you are a clown in mine”, you said with the sweetest smile you’ve got, you gave him the finger and he pushed you angrily into the closet and closed the door, “alright, I’m sorry!”, you said through the door, as you didn’t hear steps walking away, “this might be the last night we’ve got to catch up”, you said

“Oh believe, it won’t be the last”, he said, you frowned, “Negan will make you all kneel, so I’ll be seeing you each week, when you bring me food and supplies”

“You are delusional”, you accused, “you know shit about us, what we have lived through, the things we have done”, you said, “we will break before we bend”, you said, “this isn’t the old world anymore”, you only hear him chuckle. There was silence, but neither of you moved, “What happened with Pope?”, you asked him through the door

“I told him that we had to leave that crap city”, he said, “DC was the way to go, you said it”, you bit your lip, “that I was leaving and of course he had to come with, but he refused, he wanted to wait for you”, he said, and that broke your heart, “he refused to leave because he thought you were coming back for him, so I left him most of the food and I left him there”

You let yourself slip by the wall to the floor.

“Not so chatty now, uh?”, he said, and then he left. 

Curiosity killed the cat, and sometimes, satisfaction didn’t bring it back.

PCN: Its like Im on crack with this story, hehehe.

This is where I start to deviate fromt he story, because i don't want anybody to die, and i really think they could have pulled it off better jejejeje

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