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Daryl speaks, his voice firm and rough. "I don't like you, woman. Never have, never will." You look up at him, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You feel a sting from his harsh words and try to hold back your emotions. "Okay," you say, beginning to walk away, trying to keep your dignity intact. You slowly slump back to the prison, and when you reach the gate, Carl asks, "Where's Daryl?" You shrug, walking to your cell, trying to escape the pain of Daryl's words.

But as you lie down on your cot, you can't shake off the feeling of rejection. Days pass, and you try to avoid Daryl as much as possible. However, it's hard, especially when you're living in such close quarters. One day, as you're walking out of the prison, you see Daryl sitting by the gate, cleaning his crossbow. You try to ignore him, but he looks up and catches your eye. "Hey," he says, his voice a little softer than usual.

You hesitate, unsure of what to say. Then, you shrug and walk over to him. "What?" you ask, trying to sound nonchalant. Daryl looks at you, his eyes searching for something. "I'm not good at feelings, and how could you like an old man like me?" You're taken aback by Daryl's vulnerability, and your heart softens.

"You're not old, Daryl," you say, trying to reassure him. "And feelings aren't always easy for anyone." Daryl snorts, looking away. "You're just saying that to be nice." You take a step closer, your voice gentle. "No, I mean it. And even if I didn't, it's not about age or appearance. It's about who you are as a person."

Daryl's eyes flicker back to yours, searching for sincerity. You hold his gaze, trying to convey that you're genuine. "I...don't know what to say," he mutters, his gruff exterior cracking. You smile, trying to put him at ease. "You don't have to say anything. Just knowing you're trying...means a lot." Daryl nods, his expression softening. For a moment, you see a glimmer of hope, of connection.

Then, he looks away, clearing his throat. "Yeah. Well. Just forget it, okay?" You nod, understanding. "Okay."

As you walk away, you can't help but feel a sense of wonder. Did Daryl just open up to you? You're not sure, but you sense a shift in his demeanor. You realize that beneath his tough exterior, he's struggling with his own emotions. Days pass, and you notice Daryl watching you from afar. You catch him looking at you during meals or while you're working in the prison yard.

You start to feel a flutter in your chest, and you wonder if maybe, just maybe, Daryl feels the same way. One evening, as you're walking back to your cell, Daryl falls into step beside you. "Hey," he says, his voice low and rough. You look up at him, your heart racing. "Hey," you reply, trying to sound casual.

Daryl clears his throat. "I've been thinking...maybe I was wrong about you." You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh?" Daryl nods, his eyes locked on yours. "Yeah. Maybe you're not so bad after all." You smile, feeling a spark of connection. "Maybe I'm not." Daryl's expression softens, and for a moment, you see a glimmer of hope.

Then, he looks away, his mask slipping back into place. "Just don't get too comfortable," he mutters. You laugh, feeling a sense of excitement. "I wouldn't dream of it," you reply, wondering what's next for you and Daryl.

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Just a quick note:

Please be respectful. I am only human. I am also very dyslexic so if anything is spelled wrong please let me know. I’ll happily fix it.

I am a single mom. I will not always be able to post frequently. My family comes first.

I will not do tag list simply because I don’t know how please someone teach me😭

I don’t not give anyone permission to copy my work I work very hard on writing these 😭 it’s my work thank you ❤️(Translating to different languages is fine as long as I am given credit)

Anyway, if y’all have any questions, please feel free to ask,Hazza

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Something I’m working on which one seems more interesting 🤧

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This one is sad:(

You try to hold back your tears, but they fall anyway. You feel like you've been punched in the gut, like all the air has been sucked out of you.

You feel like an outsider, like you're intruding on a moment that's not yours.

You try to compose yourself, to wipe away your tears and pretend like everything is okay. But it's not okay. Your heart is breaking, and you don't know how to stop it.

trying to process your emotions. You don't want to confront Daryl and Leah, not right now. You need some time to think, to figure out what this means.

As you walk away, you feel a sense of numbness. You're not sure what to think or feel.

You try to focus on your breathing, on putting one foot in front of the other. You don't want to break down, not here. You need to find a safe place, somewhere you can process your emotions.

You see a path leading into the woods and take it. The trees surround you, their leaves rustling in the wind. You find a rock and sit down, trying to calm yourself.

As you sit there, you start to feel a sense of clarity. You realize that you deserve better than someone who is unsure of their feelings. You deserve someone who will love you fully, without hesitation.

As you walk back to the community, You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for what's to come.

When you arrive,

You walk past the group, trying to avoid eye contact You just want to get to your spot, to be alone and process your emotions.

As you approach your spot, you see a figure waiting for you. It's Carol, her expression soft and concerned.

"Hey, kiddo," she says, as you approach. "I saw what happened. I'm so sorry."

You nod, feeling a sense of appreciation for her concern.

Carol smiles, her expression gentle. "Well, you're strong enough to move on. And I'm here for you, every step of the way."

You feel a sense of gratitude for Carol's words, for her unwavering support. Maybe, just maybe, you'll get through this after all.

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Merle had been messing with you nonstop since you arrived. You were walking down to the quarry to wash some clothes when Merle appeared, a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes. "Yes, can I help you?"

Merle smirked, his eyes gleaming with trouble. "Oh, I think you can help me, little lady."

"Please, not today. Just leave me alone," you said, frustrated.

Merle chuckled, his smirk growing wider. "Aww, come on now. I'm just trying to be friendly. You're so uptight all the time. You need to learn to relax and have a little fun."

You sighed, frustrated. "Merle, I'm trying to do my laundry here. Can you please just leave me alone?"

Merle took a step closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, I'll leave you alone, all right. But first, you have to answer a question for me."

You hesitated, wary of what he might ask. "What is it?"

Merle's grin grew even wider. "How about you spend the night with a real man?"

You scoffed. "Is the real man your brother?"

Merle's face turned red with anger, and for a moment, you thought you'd gone too far. But then, his expression changed, and he let out a loud laugh. "Oh, you're a feisty one, I'll give you that," he said, chuckling. "But I wasn't talking about my brother. Although, I'm sure Daryl would be happy to oblige."

You felt a surge of annoyance at the suggestion. "Merle, stop it. Just leave me alone."

Merle took a step closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, come on now. I'm just trying to have a little fun. You're so serious all the time. You need to learn to lighten up."

You yelled, "I'm not interested in you now, nor will I ever be! I'd rather fuck your brother!"

The quarry fell silent, with all eyes on you and Merle. You could feel your face burning with embarrassment and anger. Merle's expression turned dark, and he took a step closer to you.

"You're a real firecracker, aren't you?" he said, his voice low and menacing

Suddenly, Daryl appears out of nowhere, his eyes flashing with anger. "Merle, leave her alone," he growls, his voice low and deadly.

Merle smirks, but he takes a step back, his hands raised in mock surrender. "Oh, I was just having a little fun, Daryl. Don't be so serious all the time."

Daryl's eyes narrow, his jaw clenched in anger. "You're not going to leave her alone, are you?" he says, his voice dripping with menace.

Merle shrugs, his smirk still plastered on his face. "I make no promises, little brother."

You can feel the tension between the two brothers, and you know that things are about to escalate. You also know that you've sparked something in Daryl, something that could change everything between you.

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"Hey, do you know that blueberries aren't actually blue?" "For fuck's sake, y/n, can't you be normal for once? Get away from me, go!" Daryl yells at you. You run, feeling a sting from Daryl's harsh words. You didn't mean to annoy him, but it seems like you always do. You trip and fall, skinning your knee on a rock. "Shit," you mutter, standing up and limping back to the community, feeling numb.

As you walk back to the community, you can't help but feel a sense of rejection. You slowly limp to the infirmary. "What happened?" Denise asked. You shrugged. "Nothing."

Denise raises an eyebrow, concerned. "Don't give me that, y/n. I can see you're limping and your knee is bleeding. What did Daryl do this time?" You sigh, feeling a mix of emotions. "He just... yelled at me, okay? Told me to get away from him."

Denise's expression softens. "Ah, sweetie, I'm so sorry. Daryl can be a bit of a handful sometimes." You nod, feeling a lump form in your throat. "I just don't get it, Denise. One minute he's nice to me, the next he's biting my head off. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells around him."

Denise puts a gentle hand on your arm. "Maybe he's just struggling with his own demons, y/n. Maybe he doesn't know how to deal with his feelings." You look at her, curious. "Feelings? What do you mean?"

Denise hesitates, choosing her words carefully. "I think Daryl might have a crush on you, y/n. But he's not very good at showing it." You feel a surprise, a mix of emotions. "A crush? On me? But he's always so gruff and mean!"

Denise smiles. "That's just a front, sweetie. Deep down, Daryl's a softie. But he's been hurt before, and he doesn't know how to open up." You process this information, trying to make sense of Daryl's behavior. A crush? On you? It seems impossible, but at the same time, it makes sense.

Just then, the door to the infirmary bursts open, and Daryl himself walks in. His eyes scan the room, and when they land on you, they narrow. "What are you talking about?" he growls, his voice low.

You avoid eye contact, looking down at your knee as Denise begins to clean and bandage it. Daryl's gaze lingers on you for a moment, then he turns to Denise. "What's going on here?" he asks gruffly.

Denise looks up at him, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Just patching up y/n's knee, Daryl. No need to worry." Daryl's eyes narrow slightly, but he says nothing. He turns and leaves the infirmary, leaving you feeling a mix of emotions.

As Denise finishes up with your knee, she leans in close. "Remember, y/n, Daryl's a complex person. He's got a lot of baggage, but he's also got a heart of gold. Just be patient with him, okay?"

You decide to take some time to process everything, think about your next move. You thank Denise and leave the infirmary, walking back to your quarters in a daze.

As you lie in bed, you can't stop thinking about Daryl and what Denise said. A crush? On you? It seems impossible, but at the same time, it makes sense.

You think about all the times Daryl has yelled at you, but also all the times he's saved you, protected you. You think about his rough exterior and his soft interior. You realize that you have feelings for Daryl too. But how can you get past his gruff exterior and reach the heart of gold that Denise talked about?

As you drift off to sleep, you make a decision. You're going to try to get to know Daryl better, to understand him and his feelings. The next day, you see Daryl in the courtyard, practicing his archery skills. You decide to approach him, to try to start a conversation.

"Hey, Daryl, can I talk to you for a minute?" you ask, feeling a sense of nervousness. Daryl looks up from his archery practice, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What is it?" he asks gruffly.

You take a deep breath and apologize. "I'm sorry if I did something to annoy you yesterday. I know I can be a bit much sometimes." Daryl's expression softens slightly, and he lowers his bow. "It's not you, y/n. I'm just... dealing with some stuff."

You nod, feeling a sense of understanding. "I get it. I've got my own stuff too." Daryl looks at you, his eyes searching for something. "Yeah?" he asks, his voice a little softer.

You nod again. "Yeah. But maybe we can help each other out. You know, talk through our stuff." Daryl's face softens even more, and he nods. "Okay, y/n. Let's talk."

You sit down with Daryl, and for the first time, you really talk. You share your fears, your hopes, your dreams. And Daryl listens, his eyes locked on yours.

As you talk, you realize that there's more to Daryl than meets the eye. There's a deep pain, a deep hurt. But there's also a deep love, a deep loyalty.

You reach out and touch Daryl's hand, trying to offer comfort. He looks at you, surprised, but doesn't pull away. Instead, he turns his hand over, and you find yourself holding it, feeling a spark of electricity.

"I'm so sorry, Daryl," you say, looking into his eyes. "I had no idea you were carrying so much pain." Daryl's eyes well up, and for a moment, you think he might cry. But then, he takes a deep breath and nods.

"It's okay, y/n. Just knowing someone cares... means a lot." You squeeze his hand, feeling a sense of connection. "I care, Daryl. I really do."

Daryl looks at you, his eyes searching for something. Then, he leans in, his face inches from yours. You can feel his breath on your skin, and your heart starts to race.

You kiss him, trying to comfort him. Daryl's lips are soft and warm, and he kisses you back with a gentleness that surprises you. The world around you melts away, and all that's left is the two of you, lost in the moment.

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You were walking along the hot Georgia asphalt, killing any Walkers you saw, until a motorcycle caught your attention. 'Hell yeah, look at you,' you said, carefully mounting the bike until you felt something against your head and a gruff voice said, 'What the hell are you doing on my bike, woman?'

You turned to see a rugged-looking man with thick black hair and a menacing scowl. His eyes narrowed, and his hand tightened around the grip of the gun pressed against your head.

'I, uh, I was just looking,' you stammered, trying to stay calm.

The man snorted. 'You think my bike's a taxi service? Get off, now.'

You slowly got off the bike, your hands raised in surrender. The man kept the gun trained on you, his eyes never leaving yours.

'What's your name?' he growled.

'Y/n, and you?' you replied, your voice steady.

'Daryl,' he said roughly."

"Daryl, huh?" I repeated, trying to sound calm. "Well, Daryl, I'm glad we met. But next time, maybe ask before pointing a gun at someone's head?"

Daryl raised an eyebrow, seemingly taken aback by my boldness. He lowered the gun, but his eyes still narrowed.

"You're a feisty one, I'll give you that," he said, his deep voice a little softer. "What were you doing out here all alone?"

I shrugged. "Just trying to survive. You know how it is."

Daryl nodded, his expression serious. "I do. My group's camped nearby. You're welcome to join us, but don't try anything funny."

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should trust him. But something about Daryl's rough exterior and piercing eyes made me think he might be different.

"Okay," I said finally. "I'll come with you."

Daryl nodded, holstering his gun.

As we walked towards his camp, I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises lay ahead. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a wild ride.

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Suddenly, Daryl stops and looks at you, his expression serious. "Hey, Y/n," he says, his voice a little rougher than usual. "Can I ask you something?"

You nod, feeling a sense of anticipation. "Sure, what is it?"

Daryl's eyes narrow slightly. "What's with you and your instincts? You're always getting us into trouble with your 'feelings'." He says it like it's a bad thing, like you're a liability.

You feel a sting from his words, but you try to brush it off. "I just had a bad feeling”

Daryl snorts. "A bad feeling?

"That's not what I saw," Daryl interrupts, his voice a little louder. "I saw you freaking out and pulling me into your drama. You're always so quick to react, without thinking things through." He shakes his head, his expression disapproving. "It's like you're a magnet for trouble."

You feel a surge of defensiveness, but before you can respond, Daryl's expression changes

His eyes soften, and he looks at you with a hint of concern. "But despite all that," he says, his voice a little gentler, "you're still standing. And you're still fighting. I'll give you that."

You feel a sense of surprise at the sudden change in his tone, and you nod, feeling a sense of gratitude. "Thanks, Daryl," you say.

Daryl's expression hardens again, but you can see the hint of softness in his eyes. "Just be more careful, okay?" he says. "I don't want to have to bail you out of trouble again."

You nod, feeling a sense of relief. "I will," you say. "I promise."

Daryl nods, then turns and walks away, leaving you to wonder what just happened. Did he really just compliment you, or was it just a moment of weakness?

As you watch him go, you realize that Daryl is a complex person, full of contradictions. He's mean and rough, but he's also soft and caring. And you can't help but feel drawn to him, despite his rough exterior.

You follow him, feeling a sense of excitement. What will happen next? Will he open up to you again, or will he push you away?

Only time will tell, but one thing is for sure - you're not giving up on Daryl Dixon anytime soon.

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You’ve been staring at Daryl for hours as he works on his bike, watching the way his arms flex and his muscles ripple beneath his skin. You can't help but be drawn to him, to the way he moves with a quiet confidence and strength.

As the sun begins to set, Daryl looks up and catches your eye.”whatca looking at woman “," he says, his voice low and husky.

You feel a flush rise to your cheeks, but you don't look away. "Nothing”

"You're still looking at me," Daryl says, his voice low and husky. "Even after I called you out."

You feel a flush rise to your cheeks, but you don't look away. "I can't help it," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Daryl's eyes narrow. "You should," he says. "I'm not some pretty boy for you to gawk at."

You feel a sting from his words, but you don't look away. "I know," you say. "You're just...really hot."

Daryl's expression doesn't change, but you see a flicker of something in his eyes. "That's not all I am," he says. "I'm mean, and I'm rough. And I'm not for you."

You feel a pang of disappointment, but you don't look away. "Okay," you say. "I understand."

Daryl's eyes linger on yours for a moment, then he turns back to his bike. "Good," he says. "Now leave me alone."

You feel a sting from his dismissal, but you don't leave. You just stand there, watching him work.

As the sun sets, Daryl finally looks up at you. "You're still here," he says. "Why?"

You take a deep breath. "Because I want to be," you say. "Because I like watching you."

Daryl's expression softens, just for a moment. Then it hardens again. "Fine," he says. "But don't expect anything from me. I'm not going to be nice to you."

You nod, feeling a thrill of excitement. "I don't expect anything," you say. "I just want to be near you."

Daryl's eyes linger on yours, then he turns back to his bike.

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You walked through the woods, your heart racing with every snap of a twig. You had been searching for Daryl for hours, and finally, you saw him. He was leaning against a tree, his eyes fixed on you.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and husky.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you approached him. "Hey," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Daryl pushed off the tree, his movements fluid and graceful. He walked towards you, his eyes never leaving yours.

You felt your heart race faster as he approached, his face inches from yours. "I've been looking for you," he said, his voice low.

You swallowed hard, your mouth dry. "I've been looking for you too," you replied, your voice husky.

Daryl's eyes flashed with desire, and then he kissed you. His lips were hard and demanding, and you felt yourself melting into his embrace.

As you kissed, Daryl's hands roamed your body, his touch setting your skin on fire. You felt yourself getting lost in his embrace, and you knew you never wanted to leave.

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Daryl's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze burning with a intensity that made your heart race. You felt a flutter in your chest as he stepped closer, his face inches from yours.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his breath dancing across your skin.

Your lips parted, but no words came out. You were lost in the depths of his eyes, the connection between you crackling with electricity.

Daryl's fingers brushed against yours, sending shivers down your spine. You felt like you were melting into his touch, your body yearning for more.

But he didn't kiss you. He didn't touch you. He just kept looking at you, his eyes burning with desire.

You knew that look. It was the look of a man who wanted to take his time, to savor every moment.

And you knew that you were ready to let him

The tension between you and Daryl was palpable, but he still didn't make a move. He just kept looking at you, his eyes burning with desire.

You found yourself falling for him more and more each day. You loved the way he made you feel, like you were the only person in the world.

One day, while you were out on a supply run, Daryl caught your hand. "Be careful," he said, his voice low and husky.

You felt a spark of electricity run through your body, and you knew that you couldn't deny your feelings any longer.

When you got back to the camp, Daryl was waiting for you. "We need to talk," he said, his eyes burning with intensity.

You knew that this was it, the moment you'd been waiting for. And as you looked into his eyes, you knew that you were ready to take the next step.

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you can't help but notice the way Daryl looks at you. It's a gaze that's both protective and intense, and it makes your heart race.

You try to brush it off as mere friendship, but deep down, you know that there's something more. You can feel the chemistry between you and Daryl, a spark that's waiting to be ignited.

As the days turn into weeks, you find yourself growing closer to Daryl. You share stories, even a few tears. And through it all, you can feel the bond between you growing stronger.

One night, as you're sitting by the campfire, Daryl turns to you and says, "You know, I'm really glad you're here."

You smile, feeling a flutter in your chest. "I'm glad I'm here too," you say.

Daryl looks at you, his eyes burning with intensity. "I mean, I'm really glad," he says. "You're the first person who's made me feel alive since...well, since everything happened."

You reach out and touch his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity. "I know what you mean," you say.

Daryl looks at you, his eyes searching for something. And then, without saying a word, he leans in and kisses you.

It's a kiss that's both gentle and passionate, a kiss that makes your heart soar. You know in that moment that you're falling in love with Daryl, and that you'll do anything to protect him.

As you pull back, Daryl looks at you with a smile. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time," he says.

You smile back, feeling happy and scared all at once. "I've been wanting you to," you say.

And with that, you know that your relationship with Daryl has changed forever. You're no longer just survivors - you're two people in love, fighting to stay alive in a world gone mad.

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Please help the most kindest person ❤️

I told myself I would not do this because of the anon hate I got last time. I have a house now but that really cut into the cash I have.

Idk what else to say other than I do work now, even though I’m disabled. Yes, I write stories but I work hard and I hurt for doing it.

Anyway, here is a GoFundMe to help with moving costs. If you want me to write something for you, I will. It just might take a while.

Please be kind and understand that I hate asking for help. Do not feel obligated. I love you just the same, whether or not you can donate.

Thank you all🩵

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