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Found Again”

The run had started like any other quiet roads, blue skies, and a whisper of hope that maybe, just maybe, things would go smoothly this time. You were walking beside Maggie, both of you laughing over something Carl had said. Daryl was ahead, scanning the treeline, always alert, while Glenn stayed close to Maggie, hand resting on his knife. Michonne trailed just behind, her sword glinting under the sun, and Rick walked beside his son, his eyes never really leaving the horizon.

It was almost peaceful.

Until the shots rang out.

“Ambush!” Rick shouted, diving for cover behind a rusted truck.

Gunfire erupted from the trees. You hit the ground, heart pounding, ears ringing. The group scattered, taking cover wherever they could but in the chaos, you got separated. A walker lunged from the ditch beside you and you bolted into the woods, ducking low and running as fast as your legs would carry you.

“(Y/N)!” Daryl’s voice echoed behind you, full of panic but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. You just kept running.

⸻

Back at the road, the rest of the group huddled behind a toppled guardrail, breathing hard.

“We need to go back for her,” Daryl growled, pacing like a caged animal. “She’s out there alone.”

“She’s smart,” Michonne said calmly, though her brows were furrowed with worry. “She’ll find cover. But we can’t split again.”

“I should’ve grabbed her,” Daryl muttered, voice tight. “I saw her run she was right there.”

“Daryl,” Rick said gently, “we’ll find her. She’ll find us. We just need to think. She’s tough. You know that better than any of us.”

Maggie nodded, holding Glenn’s hand. “She knows this area. She’ll circle back if she can.”

Carl kicked at a rock, jaw clenched. “She’s not just tough. She’s family. We don’t leave family.”

⸻

You spent hours sneaking through the forest, heart pounding with every sound. You avoided walkers, ducked low when you heard movement that didn’t feel right, and kept your eyes peeled for signs of the group. At one point you thought you saw a piece of Rick’s jacket snagged on a branch. That gave you just enough hope to keep going.

Finally, as the sun began to dip low and the sky turned orange, you saw it.

The group.

They had made a small camp near the edge of the woods. A fire was barely flickering. Glenn was kneeling, tying something down, and Michonne stood with her sword in hand. Maggie and Carl were talking quietly Rick was posted up with his rifle, scanning the trees.

And Daryl he was pacing again.

Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped from the trees.

“Daryl?” you called out, voice hoarse.

His head whipped around.

His eyes widened.

“(Y/N)!”

Before you could take another step, he was running fast, desperate, like nothing else mattered. His arms wrapped around you and lifted you right off your feet, pulling you into the tightest, most overwhelming hug you’d ever felt.

“Goddammit,” he muttered into your hair, voice shaking. “Don’t ever do that again. Thought I lost you.”

You held onto him just as tightly. “I thought I lost all of you…”

Maggie came running over next, tears in her eyes. “Thank God,” she breathed, hugging you both. Carl followed with a wide smile, and even Rick allowed himself a relieved nod.

“You okay?” Daryl asked, cupping your face to look at you, his eyes full of worry.

You nodded, smiling through tears. “Now I am.”

And for the first time all day, it felt like the world wasn’t falling apart. Not when Daryl was holding you like that. Not when you were home again.

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“Don’t Touch Her”

It had been a long day too hot, too loud, too much work. You’d meant to rest for just a minute beneath the big oak tree at the edge of the base, where the breeze still rolled through the tall grass and the shade softened the sun. You leaned back against the trunk, eyes slipping shut as birds chirped somewhere in the distance and your breathing slowly evened out.

Daryl had seen you go out there, sweat still clinging to the back of your neck, that tired look on your face. He didn’t say anything, just followed at a distance, settling into a crouch a few yards away like a silent guardian. Crossbow resting across his knee, cigarette burning low between his fingers. He kept his eyes on you, watching the way your chest rose and fell with every soft breath.

You looked peaceful. Maybe the most peaceful he’d seen you in weeks. And he liked that.

Then he saw the guy some new recruit Rick had taken in, cocky in that way only people who hadn’t seen enough death could be. The guy walked up, boots crunching too loud in the grass, his eyes lingering a little too long on you asleep in the shade.

“Hey,” he said casually, nudging your foot with his boot. “You good? You can’t just nap anywhere, you know.”

You stirred, confused, blinking groggily as you started to sit up.

Before you could even answer, a low voice cut through the space like a knife.

“Back up.”

The guy turned, startled.

Daryl was on his feet, jaw tight, cigarette tossed to the dirt and forgotten. He stalked over, eyes dark and cold, every inch of his body radiating tension. Protective. Angry. Ready.

“She’s fine,” Daryl growled, stepping between you and the guy like a wall. “Don’t touch her.”

“I was just ——”

“You don’t touch her,” Daryl snapped again, voice sharp enough to draw blood. “You see someone sleepin’, you leave ‘em the hell alone. Especially her.”

The guy put his hands up, backing off fast. “Alright, alright. Didn’t mean anything.”

Daryl didn’t say anything else didn’t need to. One look was enough to send the guy walking fast in the other direction.

You rubbed your eyes, still half-asleep, confused. “What… what happened?”

Daryl turned back to you, his whole expression softening the second his eyes landed on your face.

“Nothin’, sunshine,” he said gently, crouching in front of you again. “Just some idiot didn’t know how to mind his business.”

You smiled sleepily, leaning your head into his chest without a word.

Daryl wrapped his arms around you like it was second nature, his hand sliding up to your hair, thumb gently rubbing against your scalp. “You go on back to sleep. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

And he didn’t.

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Tough Head, Soft Hands

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows through the broken trees as you and Daryl pushed through the woods. The run had started out simple grab some meds from a half collapsed clinic, check a few houses nearby, and head back before dark.

But nothing ever stayed simple.

You heard the snap of a branch just seconds before it happened. A walker lunged from behind a half-fallen fence, and Daryl reacted fast, spinning with his crossbow but he didn’t see the second one.

It came out of nowhere, slamming a rusted pipe down hard on his head before you could even scream his name.

“Daryl!”

You shot the walker before it could swing again, the sound of the gun echoing through the trees as it dropped. Daryl stumbled, blood already sliding down the side of his face, matting his hair. He hit one knee, growling through his teeth.

“Shit,” he muttered, shaking his head like he could clear it.

You dropped beside him, grabbing his face with shaking hands. “You’re bleeding bad,” you whispered, panic rising. “You need stitches.”

He blinked at you, clearly dazed but trying to act like it was nothing. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” you snapped, voice cracking. “Come on. We’re going home. Now.”

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By the time you got back to the prison, the sun had dipped below the treeline. Everyone tried to swarm when they saw Daryl’s bloodied face, but one sharp look from you had them backing off.

You dragged him straight to your room, ignoring his complaints, and sat him on the edge of the bed. His hands were clenched into fists, probably more from frustration than pain. You were quiet as you grabbed your small stash of supplies thread, needle, antiseptic, cloth.

He winced when you cleaned the gash, but didn’t say a word.

“I thought I lost you for a second,” you said quietly, dabbing away dried blood.

“You didn’t.” His voice was low. “Ain’t that easy to get rid of me.”

You gave him a look, then threaded the needle with steady fingers. “Hold still.”

As you started stitching the wound, he flinched once, then stayed still. You could feel his eyes on you the whole time watching the way your hands moved, the way your jaw clenched with focus.

“You’re good at this,” he muttered.

“Had to be,” you replied. “People get hurt. Especially stubborn people who don’t duck fast enough.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “You callin’ me stubborn?”

You arched a brow. “I stitched your head. I get to call you whatever I want.”

When it was done, you pressed a soft kiss to the edge of the bandage, just over his temple. He leaned into your touch without hesitation.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

You climbed into his lap, resting your forehead against his. “Next time, I’m bringing the bat.”

He chuckled just a little. “Next time, I’m not takin’ my eyes off you.”

And in that quiet room, with the scent of blood and antiseptic in the air, you held him close. Because no matter how tough Daryl Dixon was he was yours to take care of.

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Just Missed You

The cabin was quiet, lit by the golden glow of the late afternoon sun filtering through the windows. A breeze stirred the curtains, carrying the scent of pine and the distant crackle of someone’s fire. You were curled up on the couch, legs tucked beneath you, flipping through an old book you’d read a hundred times just for the comfort of it.

The place felt peaceful. Homey. Yours and Daryl’s.

The front door creaked open, and in came Daryl, covered in dust and sweat, crossbow slung over his back. His eyes found you immediately.

You smiled. “Hey. Long run?”

He didn’t answer right away just kicked off his boots, dropped his gear by the door, and walked straight over to you. No words. Just this quiet, tired look on his face. Then he dropped down onto the couch, stretched out, and rested his head right in your lap.

You blinked, surprised for a second Daryl wasn’t always this soft, especially not in front of others. But here, with just the two of you, he let it show.

You ran your fingers gently through his messy hair. “You okay?”

He closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. “M’fine. Just… missed ya.”

That simple. No dramatic speech, no extra words. Just the truth. You smiled down at him, heart aching a little at how vulnerable he looked like that tired, worn down, but safe now.

“I’m right here,” you whispered, tracing your fingers down the side of his face. “You always find your way back to me.”

He grunted softly, a small smile ghosting his lips. “Damn right I do.”

So you stayed there, quiet and still, letting him rest, letting him feel you. Because sometimes, the world outside could wait.

Right now, he just needed to be close.

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The sun was sinking low, casting a golden haze through the trees as you and daryl walked side by side into the woods. The world felt quieter out here, away from camp. Just birds, wind, and the steady crunch of leaves beneath our boots.

Daryl had a cigarette tucked between his lips, the smoke curling around his face as he walked with one hand in his pocket, the other holding onto his crossbow strap. He glanced at you from time to time, not saying much but then again, he never had to. His silence always said enough.

“You good?” he finally asked, his voice low and rough like gravel.

You nodded. “Yeah. Just needed to get away for a minute.”

He took a drag and exhaled slow, watching the smoke swirl up into the branches. Then, without warning, he stopped walking and turned to me. His eyes flicked down to his jacket pocket before he pulled something out—something small, hanging from a thin chain.

“Here,” he muttered, holding it out. “Wanted you to have this.”

It was a heart-shaped locket, a little weathered but still beautiful. You took it carefully, your fingers brushing his. When you opened it, there was a tiny scrap of paper inside, folded up tight. You unfolded it slowly, your breath catching as you read the words scrawled in his messy handwriting: “You’re where my heart rests.”

You looked up at him, stunned. “Daryl…”

He shrugged, “Ain’t nothin’ fancy. Just… wanted you to have it. Somethin’ real.”

Your heart thudded, and you stepped closer, locket still in your hand. “It’s more than real. It’s you.”

He nodded, jaw clenched like he was fighting himself. But then his hand came up to cradle my cheek, rough thumb brushing gently across my skin.

“I love you,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

And then he kissed you

It was slow at first, careful like he was still unsure if he deserved it. But when you melted into him, his hands pulled you closer, deepening the kiss like he’d been holding it back for too long.

You and Daryl just sat there after just listing to the birds and wind Daryl smoking his cigarette

“Can I”? You asked

“What do you mean hun”?

“This” you took his cigarette out of his mouth and took a puff

“God that’s nasty” you said coughing

Daryl just laughed

You guys just sat in the woods quite and peaceful

Just you and Daryl

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“Mine. Get Out.”

The rain pattered softly on the roof of Daryl’s cabin, the kind of steady rhythm that made the world feel safe for a change. The storm had driven everyone inside, but for you and Daryl, that wasn’t a bad thing.

You were wrapped up together on his old couch, your legs thrown over his lap, his arms cocooning you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. His flannel blanket was draped over both of you, his chin resting on top of your head, your fingers laced with his against his chest.

“Y’know,” you murmured, “for someone who pretends to hate touch, you sure don’t let go easy.”

“Damn right I don’t,” Daryl grunted, pressing a rough kiss to your temple. “Ain’t lettin’ you go, not even if the world ends again.”

You smiled and nuzzled closer, warm and safe in the storm.

Then

Click. Creeaak.

The door opened without a knock, water dripping from boots.

“Daryl?” Rick’s voice called. “You in here?”

You both froze for half a second not in guilt, just surprise and then Michonne stepped in behind him.

And then they saw you.

You curled up in Daryl’s lap, both of you bundled up under his blanket, tangled together in the softest, most vulnerable version of Daryl Dixon that existed.

Rick opened his mouth.

Michonne raised her eyebrows.

Before either of them could say a single word

“GET OUT.”

Daryl’s voice was sharp, low, and deadly.

Rick blinked. “We were just—”

“I said get the hell out, Rick.” Daryl’s arm tightened around you instinctively, like he was shielding you from a goddamn walker attack. His voice was feral now. “Ain’t none of your business. This is our space.”

Michonne put a hand on Rick’s shoulder, clearly trying not to laugh. “Let’s give them their privacy.”

Rick looked between you and Daryl, then held up his hands in surrender. “Alright. Alright. We’ll come back later.”

“Don’t come back at all unless you knock first,” Daryl snapped, his grip never loosening from around you.

As the door shut behind them, silence fell again.

You slowly looked up at him, blinking. “Daryl…”

He looked down at you, scowling slightly. “Ain’t nobody gonna see you like this but me. They don’t get to see what’s mine.” He said taking you in for a kiss

Your heart thudded.

“Yours, huh?”

He leaned down, forehead against yours, voice softer now but still fierce. “Damn right. Mine.”

You grinned, pulling the blanket tighter around both of you. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

He kissed you, slow and possessive, the firelight flickering beside you, and the rain still falling softly on the roof.

And this time, no one dared interrupt again

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—Not So Alone—

You and Daryl had been chilling in the woods For once, it was just the two of you. No walkers. No chaos.

You were sitting by the tree legs tucked beneath you, watching the trees and leaves get pushed around by the wind while Daryl cleaned his crossbow. He kept stealing glances at you more than usual.

“You keep starin’ you teased, grinning.

He snorted, setting his crossbow aside. “Maybe I am,” he muttered, voice rough and low.

He sat next to you just enjoying the peace but then .—

You barely had time to catch your breath before his hands were on your waist and his lips crashed into yours. You pulled him down with you , fingers tangled in his hair, his weight pressing into you like a shield against the whole world. His kisses were desperate, hungry but still careful

“I love Every damn second,” he breathed, kissing your jaw, then your neck. “Ain’t lettin’ you go.”

And that’s when the you both heard leaves crunching , Daryl picked up his cross bow and pointed at a walker or so he thought .

“Whoa! Okay!” came a familiar voice Rick’s.

Daryl froze. “Shit.”

You sat up, blushing furiously, hair a mess, clothes rumpled. Rick had his eyebrows raised, trying not to grin. Behind him, Michonne smirked knowingly.

Daryl stood, stepping in front of you like he was shielding you from embarrassment too. “ can you ever leave us alone?!”

Michonne crossed her arms. “I would but you guys get at it everywhere all day.”

Rick just laughed. “We were just checkin’ in. Didn’t mean to interrupt…

You groaned and buried your face in your hands while Daryl muttered a string of curses under his breath