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dixondisease · 3 days ago

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Naw I love this!!🥺🥰

At Midnight

Summary: You wake up from a nightmare, and Daryl immediately soothes you. This is a softer side of him that is reserved for you.

Warnings/Tags: emotional hurt/comfort, established relationship, female reader (she/her), season seven, no use of y/n

Word count: 677 words

A/N: The prompt for this piece was created by @dixondisease. This was supposed to be posted yesterday for her account's anniversy, but I forgot. Even though I haven't posted any on this account, I love writing nightmare comfort fics!! I have written quite a few for many different characters. They were my favorite stories when I started reading fanfiction, which was about ten years ago. Anyway, enjoy a lighter piece <3.

You two had been sleeping peacefully when Daryl felt you start to shift beside him. You were whimpering softly and mumbling things that he couldn't quite understand. Your distress was obvious, and he woke up immediately. He pulled you closer and gently stroked your hair. You were shaking, and he could feel your damp skin.

“Shhh, you're okay. I got you, baby.”

Instinctively, you leaned into his touch, but your body was still tense. You were struggling to wake up, and Daryl could tell that you were deep in a nightmare. In an attempt to coax you out of that state, he kissed the top of your head and kept whispering.

“You're safe. It's just a dream, sweetheart. Wake up for me.”

You let out another small whine before your eyelids fluttered open, and you looked at Daryl. You'd started crying at some point, and you were still in a daze. For a moment, you glanced around your shared room as if you weren't sure where you were. You still weren't talking.

“It's okay, baby. We're in our home in Alexandria. You're here with me and I ain't lettin' nothin' happen to you.”

After a moment, you nodded and spoke softly. You were much more subdued than usual, and you still seemed a bit anxious. “Sorry. It felt like I was back there again.”

“I know, sweet girl. I know. You ain't there, though. You ain't never goin' back.

As he spoke, one hand was still stroking your hair, and the other had started rubbing gentle circles on your back. You'd had nightmares before, so he knew how to handle them. It never failed to make his chest ache, though. His girl was so fiery, and it was heartbreaking to see the fear in your eyes when you got like this.

You leaned into his touch and nodded slowly. The anxiety was still present, but Daryl's gentle care definitely lessened it. You always felt loved when he treated you like this - like you were something precious.

“I'm okay. Nothin' is gonna happen to me.”

Seeing that you were starting to calm down, he smiled softly and nodded back. “Exactly. I'm stayin' here with you and I ain't goin' nowhere.”

The panic had passed, and the wave of shame hit you. Even though Daryl always reassured you and had his own demons, you felt guilty. Your ex used to always complain that you were “too much”. You hadn't been with him in years, but his words had stuck with you.

“I'm sorry that you have to deal with me when I get like this. I should be over it by now.”

“Oh, sweetheart. You ain't gotta apologize for nothin'.”

Wanting to soothe you further, Daryl leaned closer and pressed soft kisses on various parts of your face. It always made you giggle when he did this, and tonight was no different. Your soft laughter filled the room, and it only encouraged him more.

You were squirming around, but it was obvious that you weren't making any real effort to get away from him. “Stop gettin' me. You're actin' like a crazy person.”

“Just for you, baby. Only for you.”

He'd stopped peppering your face with kisses, and you melted into his warm touch. You were still exhausted, and it would only be a matter of time before you were out again. Your eyelids were already feeling heavy.

Daryl could see the sleepy expression on your face, and he continued gently rubbing your back. His voice was always gruff, but it was much softer around his girl. He lay you back on his chest and made sure you were settled.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I ain't want you bitchin' 'bout bein' tired when you're on watch tomorrow.”

Rolling your eyes at his teasing, you snuggled against his chest and gently kissed the underside of his jaw. You would've come up with a smartass response, but your body felt heavy with fatigue. Instead, you mumbled softly and closed your eyes.

“Thank you for bein' here with me.”

“Always.”

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dixondisease · 4 days ago

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Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader fanfic idea

Daryl and the group, witness reader get shot… After everything they survived together, her body hits the ground, just when Daryl had started to fall in love with her… It’s a tragic scene but then by a miracle, she mumbles something and Daryl is quick to run to her side and tell the others they’ve got a chance to save her which they successfully do. It was a close call but now it’s clearer than ever that Daryl can’t lose her.

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dixondisease · 5 days ago

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Thank you!!!

Apparently it’s dixondisease day!!!🥳

I never knew this blog was gonna grow into what it is today and I’m deeply thankful for everyone who’s been here to see the evolution, love ya’ll!!

Cheers to my moots!<3

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dixondisease · 5 days ago

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Apparently it’s dixondisease day!!!🥳

I never knew this blog was gonna grow into what it is today and I’m deeply thankful for everyone who’s been here to see the evolution, love ya’ll!!

Cheers to my moots!<3

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dixondisease · 5 days ago

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Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader fanfic idea

Alternate idea to my other idea.

There’s a weird and untrue rumour being spread about reader and while Daryl (Her man) is talking to his brother Rick, she comes up to him and just leans on him without saying a word. He takes her hand in his while not breaking the conversation with Rick then he asks her ”Tired?” And she responds ”There’s a rumour about me…” This draws Ricks attention too… Reader finds it ridiculous and laughs it off but you can tell it’s making her uncomfortable and she’s now afraid to be seen in public. Daryl does not like this… Neither does Rick but he finds it kind of amusing that someone would still do that during these times. Daryl does not like rumours being spread about his girl and he’s gonna deal with it… his way…

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dixondisease · 5 days ago

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Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader fanfic idea

There’s a weird and untrue rumour being spread about reader and once she finds out about this she’s both laughing at how ridiculous it is and afraid to be seen in public. Daryl finds out about this rumour too through someone else and he’s just as shocked, everybody who thought they knew reader is… Daryl who has an interest in reader sees her distress even through her laughing it off. She’s avoiding being around people and he’s determined to find out who started this weird rumour. Honestly he’s kinda pissed cause it’s not okay to spread weird rumours and shit around about someone especially if that someone is the girl he likes and he’s decided to handle the situation himself…

Alternate version

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dixondisease · 6 days ago

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Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader fanfic idea

SOMETHING LIKE THIS!!👇

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dixondisease · 7 days ago

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OMG I CAN’T BREATHE!! THIS IS SO GOOD!😩

This scene lives in my head rent free.

DarylxFemReader, Alexandria Era.

Summary: An answer to one of @dixondisease’s request where Daryl is at dinner (with the group, sorry it’s just Daryl/Reader and Carol/Tobin) but he’s being somewhat suggestive and they end up in the bathroom down the hall. Enjoy!

Warning: Smut. Fluff. Language? Maybe.

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Daryl hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since dinner started—the rough pad of his thumb brushing across his bottom lip as he pops the digit into his mouth to savor every taste of Carol’s food. It’s making your heart race and your face flush pink.

“Everything taste okay?”

Carol has to say your name twice before you jerk your attention up to her concerned expression.

“Y-yeah—yes. Everything was delicious Carol—t-thank you.”

Your eyes cut back to Daryl as a huff of amusement escapes him. His smile. God—his smile is everything. It floods your insides with warmth and love and—Daryl chokes on his drink as you drag your foot up the seam of his jeans, brushing your toes along the inside of his inner thigh as he sits up straighter in his seat.

“Yeah. Real good.” He mutters, letting his ocean eyes fall to your parted lips. Carol and Tobin stand at the same time and start gathering dishes—bringing you to life as you rise to help them.

“We’ve got this. You guys have been on the road all day—take a load off.”

Carol winks.

Daryl clears his throat.

“M’gonna smoke.” He says, chair scraping across the floor desperately as Tobin nods and follows Carol into the kitchen—taking all of the air in the room with them. When Daryl lifts his eyes to yours again it stops you in your tracks, fingers hesitating over your fork as he jerks his head to the hallway and the lone half bath near the end.

His gaze tells you everything you need to know—silverware forgotten as you take off down the hall with Daryl on your heels. He doesn’t bother with the light. Grasping your hips to sit you down on the sinks edge and then his mouth is on yours—tongue demanding as strong hands sink into your hair. He cradles your head as it falls back to the mirror and then his hands are on your thighs, sliding your dress up to your waist as he hooks your panties—pulling them off slowly and without breaking the kiss.

A soft gasp rushes from your lungs as his thumb brushes against you, his own low groan vibrating against your throat as he places soft kisses along your jugular. “Yer always ready for me.” He whispers, eyes closed tight as he slips a finger inside of you—arching your back with another soft moan. “Always sound so pretty for me, princess.” Another finger beckons inside of you, rolling your eyes back in your head as his tongue takes its time across your throat.

His teeth graze the spot just blow your ear, breathing heavy as you sink your nails into his shoulders and try to pull him closer. “Daryl…, please—I need y—-.” His mouth is on yours again, demanding—one hand in your hair pulling you forward as his slow tongue moves with yours, the other deep inside of you—thumb brushing slowly against your clit.

A whimper escapes you with each pass.

Daryl pulls away just enough to take in a breath, eyes wild and searching as your head falls back against the mirror again. “…so beautiful.” He whispers suddenly, shifting the energy in the room for just a second as you reach out to brush your fingers along his jaw. He turns his head and kisses your palm then he’s kissing you again. Working his fingers inside of you until he feels your body begin to coil. Your hands rake into his hair as your moans fill his throat—body quaking with desire as he hits that perfect spot—shattering you as you cry out against his lips.

“Good girl.” The words rumble between you as his kisses turn slow—savoring, bringing out the softest little moans that turn his blood into liquid heat.

“I bet ya taste as good as ya sound baby.”

Another gasp.

Then he’s on his knees before you—spreading your thighs apart to bury his face between your legs. Your body curls around him as he moans into your heat—lapping up every drop like a man starved. Desperate hands grasping your hips to pull you closer, guiding your legs over his shoulders as his tongue fills you—making tiny stars dot your vision as you grasp his hair, pulling gently and bringing on another deep moan from the man on his knees before you.

“Daryl—.”

You clasp your hand over your mouth to muffle the sob that rushes from your lungs, falling back on the sink as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

Body trembling as you come undone.

Daryl doesn’t stop until your moans turn back to whimpers—kissing the insides of each thigh as your body begins to relax in his arms.

When he pushes to his feet—a rough hand running over his mouth you feel your soul leave your body. He looks so sexy standing before you—illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight coming through the window. He looks feral—primal and when his hand clasps his belt you spread your legs wider for him receiving a slow grin as he settles between them.

“Such a good girl for me.” Daryl whispers against your ear, eyes closing as your hand caresses his throat then his chest—sliding between you to stroke him, running your thumb over the sensitive head as his breath catches as you lean forward to kiss him slowly.

You take your time, brushing your tongue against his lips in the same slow motion you’re using to stroke his aching cock. It’s Daryl’s turn to whimper, tightening his fingers in your hair as he forces his tongue into your mouth—kissing you deeply as his hips jerk with need. When he pulls away this time your hand falters, eyes closing as he presses his forehead against yours.

“…gonna make me cum if ya keep doing that.”

His words are feather soft against your lips, setting your soul on fire as you guide him to your soaked center—grasping his hips as he sinks into you with one harsh thrust, his mouth on yours—swallowing the moan that rushes between you.

Daryl groans a slur of profanity against your jaw—one hand coming up to press against the mirror while the other wraps around your hips to hold you against him as he thrusts into you deeply.

Over and over—he feels you tighten around him while he pours everything he has into fucking you. The groan that leaves his throat when you wrap your legs around his hips brings him closer.

Deeper.

Squeezing him so good his strokes falter.

Rough hands sink in your hair—resting his forehead against yours as he fucks up into you harder—stealing his breath as you come undone around him, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck as you cry out desperately—bringing him over the edge with you.

Daryl’s eyes close tight as he fills you, groaning against your temple as his limbs nearly give out and he sinks into you further.

Your breathing is shallow, limbs limp and trembling as Daryl rests against you—forehead still pressed to yours, both of your chests rising and falling in perfect rhythm. His hands, those strong, callused hands now stroke your thighs with a reverence that makes your heart ache.

“You okay?” He mumbles, voice gravel-soft, guilt brushing the edges. You nod, bringing your hand up to sweep his damp hair back from his forehead. “Better than okay.” You whisper and that’s when you see it—his whole face softening, eyes lifting to yours with something raw and beautiful flickering there—like he wants to say something but the words are too big for his chest.

Instead, he leans in and presses the softest kiss to your collarbone. Then another. Then your jaw. Your cheeks. He worships you with his mouth, the way he’s never been taught to with words.

“Daryl.” His name falls from your lips like a warning. If he doesn’t stop neither of you will ever leave this bathroom. He pulls away with a soft laugh, hanging his head between you for a moment before he nods knowingly. Eventually someone—Carol—will come looking for you.

Daryl helps you down from the sink gently, tucking your dress back in place before running his hands down your arms. “You shake like a baby deer.” He whispers with a half-smirk, pulling your panties from his back pocket and crouching slightly to help you step into them.

When he lifts his eyes to yours you see vulnerability like you’ve never seen with him.

Daryl is strong and brave but right now he looks lost in everything he can’t say. He stands, thumb brushing your bottom lip—slow and trembling like he’s never touched anything this soft before. He continues down your jaw—across your cheek. To your neck where your pulse flutters beneath his fingertips.

And then both his hands are cradling your face—calloused palms cupping you so gently, like he’s terrified you might break and you swear he’s never looked at anyone the way he’s looking at you right now.

Like you’re the only peace he’s ever known.

His lips part like maybe he wants to speak but nothing comes. His brow pulls together and you can see him fighting it—the wall, the fear, the aching need to say something he’s never said to anyone before.

He swallows hard, gaze falling as he presses a kiss to your forehead then your nose—finally meeting your lips. His breath is shaky, hands still framing your face like you’re keeping him from falling apart.

It’s the first time you’ve ever seen Daryl scared—not of you but what you mean to him. Just as your hand comes up to cradle the back of his neck—to assure him you know even if he can’t say it—a loud crash from somewhere in the house shatters the moment like glass—jerking you both apart.

Daryl blinks, jaw tightening slightly as he straightens and fumbles with his belt, the clink of the buckle echoing in the quiet. You smooth your dress, cheeks still flushed—heart pounding.

Without a word, he takes your hand—fingers lacing through yours, warm and certain—leading you silently down the hall toward the sound of the crash. Nothing prepares you for what you see when you step into the dining room.

Carol is flat on her back across the table giggling breathlessly. Tobin hovers over her, shirt half undone and eyes feral as he braces a hand beside her head. The table groans beneath them as Carol wraps her legs tight around his waist like they’ve forgotten they were entertaining guests.

You freeze in the doorway—eyes wide, stunned as Tobin finally notices movement and glances up, face red—not from embarrassment but sheer exertion.

“Uh—hey guys. We thought you left—“

You place your hand over your mouth to muffle the laugh bubbling in your throat. “Obviously.” Daryl assures with a grunt—matching Carol’s sly grin as he tugs you towards the door.

“Ya’ll are lucky that table’s solid oak.” He adds, tightening his fingers around yours as you thank them for dinner and slip out into the cool night air.

Daryl huffs out a laugh—shaking his head. “Better them than us.” You whisper, a smile ghosting in your lips. When he looks at you everything stills. His smile softens. The lines around his eyes ease. He steps closer, cupping your face in his hand like it’s instinct, like he has to.

You lift up on your toes to kiss him under the soft glow of the porch light, carding your fingers through the back of his damp hair.

“Y/N…, I…” Daryl chokes on the words desperate to escape him. Shaking his head again—forcing them out. “…love you.”

Four broken words stop you in your tracks. Barely audible but so so powerful. Daryl watches you like you determine his next breath—your smile lighting up his entire world, pulling him out of the darkness.

“I know.” You whisper, letting your thumb brush against the side of his neck. The undeniable shiver that runs through him making you giggle again. “I love you too, Daryl.”

He smiles, unable to meet your eyes as you continue the slow strokes against his skin until he’s squirming—shoulders twitching like he might bolt, but he doesn’t.

He stays.

With you—breathing the same soft night air.

The cicadas hum somewhere far off. The porch creaks beneath your feet. And for once, there’s nothing to run from. No walkers. No fear.

Just this.

Just him.

Daryl slips his arms around your waist and pulls you close, burying his face in the bend of your neck. You feel the brush of his lips there—warm and reverent like he’s finally found exactly where he belongs.

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dixondisease · 8 days ago

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Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader fanfic idea

Daryl and reader were in a relationship the first few years after the outbreak. They were inseparable until reader died... Or at least that’s what Daryl thought and what the whole group thought happened. Years later after having grieved the love of his life, Daryl meets Leah and although he of course could NEVER forget reader, he was able to move on… But then one day his other half isn’t dead anymore… She never was and now she’s right in front of him…. Reader is alive after all these miserable years but he had moved on and he couldn’t be so cruel to Leah that he just ditch her like she’s nothing, he’s not that kind of man but what should he do and what will reader do?

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dixondisease · 8 days ago

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Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader fanfic idea

Daryl’s hair has grown past its usual length and reader somehow gets to cut it a little bit and he ends up liking his hair way more than he expected and probably ever did before so now he walks around with a sense of pride and confidence.

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dixondisease · 8 days ago

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Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader fanfic idea

I had a difficult time trying to write this out but here we go…

While the rest of the group are busy chatting at the dinner table, Daryl keeps making seductive faces towards reader while doing things like sucking food off his fork and his fingers or sipping his drink while keeping intense eye contact with her. While either sitting across or beside each other, she can sometimes feel their knees touch and his feet playing with hers under the table. After doing all that for a little while, Daryl tries to smoothly point in the direction of the bathroom to suggest they both go in there so he can take care of her…

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dixondisease · 9 days ago

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Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader fanfic idea

Reader saying this to Daryl…

”What are you gonna do? Manhandle me?”…

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dixondisease · 9 days ago

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AW this was very comforting🥺🥰

Comfort me

A/N: This one is for my PTSD girlies! we are amazing and sexy but also tragic at times but nonetheless amazing. This so could've been out earlier but i decied to go on a 2 day drinking bender and proceed to forget all the english i've learnt since i was 11. It's okay i have risen again and i can write in english again or this would've and could've been in french

This fic is probs more dramatic and traumatic than @dixondisease, imagined for their the prompt which is hereHERE! but oh well. go check them out they are amazing.

☽ Summary:

☽ Warnings: mentions of child abuse, sorta graphic detail of injury to 5 year old, goreish, screaming, PTSD, Medical malpractice, unintentional self injury.

☽ Word count: 1.1k

“You okay, woman?” Daryl's gruff voice asks but it carries a hint of worry as he approaches you. His words snap you out of your hazy staring contest with the concrete outside the C block. “Hmm? Oh yeah i'm fine , just tired is all, the supply run today took a lot outta me” You nod, your body is tight and stiff with tension and your eyes are hazed over and glassy, jaw ticked tight. “Uh huh” Daryl nods, he knows you better than this, you’re his girl after all. “You been havin a starin contest with th’ concrete for the last half hour”

“I was winning” You quip back but your voice is missing it’s usual sexy overconfidence and smugness instead replaced by a beat up, groggy and slightly shaky manner. “I’m fine really Dar, don’t need to fuss.. I’m gonna go to bed anyway” You sigh as you look down at your watch it’s 20 past 9 at night.

You’d been feeling off and on edge for most of the afternoon, it started when one of the ex-woodbury residents who you do not know the name of made an off handed comment about you avoiding the doctors that live in the prison at all costs and that you need to see one of them about your nasty cough. They were not lying or being malicious as you have been but it still stung, you have avoided Dr S since he arrived and you’ve steered clear of Hershal for the most part after the farm. The very thought of seeing a doctor even though you do have a nasty cough makes your blood run cold.

No one knows why, you never tell and you most likely will take it to your grave as it seems so stupid to most people, a small insignificant fear of doctors to most but to you it’s life changing crippling. Even before the outbreak you hadn’t been to the doctor in almost 10 - 15 years, stepping foot into even a GPs office makes your nerves shot and blood run cold, even the smell of sanitizer or sterile rooms makes your heart beat quicken. You decide what's best for your sanity is to go to bed early so you ask Glenn to fill in for you at watch tonight which he happily does, he knows your situation. As you make your way to your cell Daryl starts to trail behind you to your shared cell, you both peel off your clothes before slithering into bed and into each other's embrace. You’re so mentally drained the moment you hit your pillow and Daryl wraps his arms around you your eyes shut and sleep takes you under.

Suddenly you're back in that hospital room, the bright white sterile roof, the strange semi-coloured faded kids mural on the walls, the vinyl green floors meant to replicate grass. You’re back on that exam table, cross legged like the innocent five year old you were not knowing of the horrors about to occur. You’d broken your wrist about 6 weeks prior and to your knowledge you were back there just to get the cast removed. You look down at the stuffed unicorn in your lap, your mama there a second ago when you look up she’s gone and you’re alone in the room with the man you’ve come to despise and fear.

He’s gloved up, mask on, face shield on and he now has two nurses clearly students. “Now have either of you two removed a cast? No perfect” The Doctor who’s name is now a blur hums too cheerfully for the crime he’s about to commit.

It was all painless, the cast removal at least, that part was more of a slow blur. Now you’re on your back, left arm and both little five year old legs pinned to the table as the doctor who you trusted grabs your freshly healed arm and chuckles cheerfully, “ladies one thing about children's bones are that they are easy to break but… they are so darn resilient” He chimes as he places one big hand fully around your elbow and one around your wrist. The snap of your little arm is engraved into your brain, the vision of your bone piercing your skin and the blood pouring out is burned into your eyes.

Suddenly you’re watching in third person as your current self, your piercing screams echo through the night terror they seem so real because they are. You are screaming in your sleep, now sat upright in bed clawing at your own arms until they are red raw and a bit bloody. Daryl is by your side in bed already trying his best to wake you and comfort you but as he touches you, you’re too out of it and you scream more “Hey hey hey, I’m here s’ me Daryl, you’re safe s’ okay” Daryl says desperately as he grabs both your arms roughly to hold you still, a tactic you shared with him. “No no no no.. stop.. Please make it stop.. Mummy help me” You sob, as you rock trying to claw at your arms although Daryl is holding you still. He’s never seen you this bad before he’s scared and unsure what to do but he pulls you into a bear hug which serves to be working. Your sobs and pleas turn to quiet mumbling which turn to you slowly coming out of it, once you get your bearings after 10-15 minutes the embarrassment hits you hard. “Shit… m’ sorry dar.. Fuck” You whisper as you look at Daryl who is only looking at you with love and concern. “Do not be fuckin sorry sweetheart you can’t help it” He whispers as he kisses you on the temple so tenderly and softly you wonder if it’s even real.

Daryl lies to you both back down again. You’re now enveloped in his arms, your safe space. Daryl rubs his hand up and down your back slowly and softly as he whispers sweet words to you so soft and delicate you can only make out a few soft “it’s okay… safe now… I ain't ever gonna let anyone hurt you”. As you lie in his arms you can’t help but feel an immense amount of guilt for waking him up and carrying on. “Daryl-” You start to whisper.

Daryl, wonderful but annoying man he is cuts you off with a soft but gruff “Don’t even think about apologising it ain’t your fault” and that's the last thing you hear before you start to slowly drift back into sleep as you are so utterly exhausted.

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