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   Almost collapsing into his arms, she couldn’t believe this had happened, not Carl. Why him? The one she thought would manage to see this shit through, manage to live through it all, be able to fight till the end. But now – standing here, looking at his grave… she couldn’t do it. Couldn’t watch more of her friends die - and for what?    “Ain’t your fault. Ain’t no one’s but bastard Negan - we woulda been safe here in Alexandria if he hadn’t come and fucked it.” her words riddled with spite, anger and hate. She wanted to kill Negan. Put him in the ground once and for all. But right now - she needed to be there for her friends.     “Y’alright?” she asked, tone softening, looking up at him, her arms still wrapped around him. 

 No he wasn’t alright. In fact he was just as alright as the day Glenn died. No...No he wasn’t okay. But right now she needed him and he’d be strong. He’s always be the strong one for them. Even when he knew deep down inside that part of him died when Merle did.

 He had been weak. And through that weakness he let the bastard destroy everything he held dear. Another body in the ground. Another friend gone....and there was nothing he could do.

 So he stayed silent, hiding his broken gaze under a mess of disheveled brunette locks. The Hunter just pulled her tighter against him, hugging her in his own self mechanism of keeping her safe. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t let anyone else die. No more.

“...M’fine.” Was all he could whisper. A lie.

“But that son of a bitch is gonna pay f’this.” Negan would know the fury and hell of a spiteful Dixon. 

"I'm not okay..." Tears stung her blue orbs as the words left her lips. She couldn't do this anymore...

Daryl sighed, tugging her to his chest and pulling her into one of his very rare hugs. He knew he was no good at words but maybe this would be enough to comfort her. 

“…M’sorry.” He whispered, his southern drawl low and quiet with guilt deep seeded in his murmur. The youngest  Dixon wish he could take her pain away. If only for a moment.

But it’d never be enough.

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“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“You’re damn crazy if you think I’m leavin’ your ass here alone. Ain’t never gonna happen big brother.”

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"I'm not okay..." Tears stung her blue orbs as the words left her lips. She couldn't do this anymore...

Daryl sighed, tugging her to his chest and pulling her into one of his very rare hugs. He knew he was no good at words but maybe this would be enough to comfort her. 

“…M’sorry.” He whispered, his southern drawl low and quiet with guilt deep seeded in his murmur. The youngest  Dixon wish he could take her pain away. If only for a moment.

But it’d never be enough.

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I’ll be back soon. I’ll bring your daddy, too, okay? Can you say bye-bye? Bye. Bye-bye. Bye.

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by Frank Ockenfels

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     Rick can’t accomplish anything, if not with trust. If he broke it, he’s sure it’d break him too. Since the farm, Rick thought himself someone who would do whatever it takes to make sure that the people who looked to him as a leader would survive. His methods had changed, his path had changed and altered here and there through everything that they’d been through. And he knows that he doesn’t always get it right, he knows there are times he needs someone to grab him by the shoulders and shake him out whatever the hell he’s gotten himself into. Hell, when they’d first arrived at Alexandria, he’d snapped, but he was brought back together again.

     He relies on others as much as he wants them to rely on him.

     And he needs Daryl. He trusts him to be at his side just as much as he trusts him to tell him when he screws up. But it means the world to him to hear those three words. Enough that a smile curves on his lips, eyes staying on his.

     ❝ I need you to, ❞ he whispers back and that trust – it goes both ways. He sees the blush, feels the hand on his chest and there’s a moment’s hesitation but he tilts his head, foreheads coming apart as he leans in, pressing the kiss to his cheek. And in that moment, he hopes like hell he didn’t just make it awkward.

 “Aint no reason why I wouldn’t by now. I’ve come with you this far haven’t I?” Daryl Dixon had finally found his redemption as a human being but it took the end of the world to get to it. He didn’t mind though. He barley had a life before all this happened. He had no friend, no family except Merle. This...This was where e wanted to be and he was content.

 He also wasn’t shy of the fact that their great and mighty leader was still utterly dependent on those he called his group. They was his fuel and vise versa. The codependency between them could be seen as weakness to others but not to him. Not for his Rick. It kept him human.

 What he wasn’t expecting however was the gentle kiss to his cheek. He was stunned for a moment but didn’t pull away, in fact his light taint of red on his face only grew to crawl up his ears now too. For a moment he just stared wide eyed at Rick then licked his lips before doing something really stupid. Closing  the small gap between them again he sheepishly lent in, kissing Rick on the lips in a shy peck before pulling away quickly in a quiet panic, hoping to god Rick didn’t hit him or worse....shoot him. “I-I...sorry.” The Dixon Hunter whispered. 

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This is basically their entire relationship. 

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For those blaming Tara and Daryl for Carl dying?  It’s not there fault. Carl got his ass bitten when he helped that new guy. They had nothing to do with it so um, lay off? Thankies <3 

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1.03 - “Tell It to the Frogs” – 8.05 - “The Big Scary U”

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I will miss Rick yelling:

“CCCAAAAAARRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL”

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HOOOO OOOOOOOH THIS ISN’T GOOD

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Who’s not ready raise your hands

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spillcdblood:

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      It’s never going to be too much. And the smile that jumps to Rick’s face is only indicative of that. In a lot of ways, Rick thinks that he’s cynical. At times, he fights against it, but no doubt he’s hit the bottom of it once or twice, where he’s been more paranoid than open to the thought that people can be good. People outside of them anyway. Daryl had been one of the people that helped him to see that, to recognize there’s still good – that his paranoid reaction isn’t the only one needed.

      And now, there’s still times he goes too far in one direction, where fear of losing anything else drives him to extremes that bring on severe consequences. He needs his family to pull him back from the brink sometimes. And everything he does, it’s all for them, he couldn’t do any of this without them – without Daryl.

      ❝ I don’t want to be on the other side without you, ❞ he admits, as their foreheads touch. His eyes meet Daryl’s, meaning the words coming out of him. ❝ You’re gonna get there, alright? We’re all gonna see it. ❞ He reaches up with only a second’s hesitation, hand cupping Daryl’s cheek briefly before it slides back and down, clasping the back of his neck to hold them together. ❝ We’re gonna win this. ❞

 With a home e came out of in the past, it was no wonder why he kept people at bay. It took time for a Dixon to trust you, to love you but once you earned it. Once you got that far into their heart? A Dixon was loyal to you till death did you part. He was as loyal as a dog and maybe even more so. There was absolutely nothing he wouldn’t do for Rick. He was one of the very few men he’d die for...he’d live for. And that was saying something.

 Daryl couldn’t help but lean into Rick’s touch. After all he’d gone through, it was still soft, still calming and reassuring. It didn’t speak force or power it spoke of a man who loved the people he’s come to call is family. The Hunter couldn't help the small blush finding it’s way back on his cheeks, but this time didn’t care if it could be seen or not.

“I trust you.” The brunette murmured quietly, for only Rick to hear. Three words that had once only been for Merle. His hand came closer, pressing on Rick’s chest was and covering over his heart. His way of saying whatever happens, that Daryl Dixon was his and his alone.