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[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐟, 𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐀 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

Chapter 5

Chapter summery: the Dixons try to take care of you

Daryl Dixon x reader

Word count: 1071

Estimated read time: 5 minutes

AN: this one isn’t as much as the last one but it’s the aftermath of chapter 4 so please read with caution

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The pair of you had made it to his complex. You can’t remember the drive. It felt like forever and somehow 2 seconds all at once. Whatever words were aching to be spoken stayed in your throat at you cried with no sound. Your whole body hurt and you don’t know if it was real pain or if you made it up.

Daryl gets out of the truck and slowly walks over to your side of the vehicle. On his walk around the front of the car he looked stressed. Maybe even annoyed. You feel the root of his agrivation was obviously you and what had transpired tonight. You’d been giving him hell since he met you a few days ago.

He opens your truck door and undoes the seatbelt while trying his best not to touch you. Once you are set free from your safety precaution prison you try to hop out of the truck on your own but much to your humiliation and Daryl’s secret concern your legs shake violently before you fall forward onto your hands and knees.

“Ah damn..” you hear Daryl mutter before he bends down to help you stand.

If he could be totally honest he felt like the easiest thing to do would be to carry you to his apartment, but he was unsure if you would even allow him to do so. You had already been through enough tonight and he didn’t want to push it.

He hobbled you up the stairs and leaned you against the outside wall in front of his door. The wall was filthy, just thinking about his own body on it made him cringe. He felt bad he put you there but he also knew you couldn’t stand on your own. Once his door was unlocked he shuffled you in before seating you on the couch at stood to the side of you.

“Ma’ need ta take tha blanket” he spoke softly and grumbly at you while gently tugging at the disgusting blanket that was in his truck.

You loosened your grip on the blanket while continuing to look at your sneakers. You couldn’t speak. You wanted to but you didn’t have the power to say anything.

He took the blanket and walked to the closet to get you a new, fluffier one, while he discarded the old one on the floor of the closet, kicking it all the way in with his foot before shutting the door.

He quickly wrapped the blanket around you and kneeled down before you.

“I need ya ta stay here fore a minute, okay? I’ll be back. Just don’t move”

He stood and walked to Merle’s room. He entered his room and quickly shut the door before turning on the light.

“AUGHhhh. Damn it asshole! I told ya-!” Merle begins to shout but is cut off by Daryl putting his hand over his mouth.

“Shhh!! Keep it tha fuck down man!” He whisper yells. Daryl looks around and takes a towel from the floor and shoved it under the door before going back to Merle, who is giving him a crazy look.

“What tha fuck is goin on? Why tha fuck do I need ta keep quiet in ma own damn apartment?”

“D’ya remember that girl from the diner ya met at jacks?”

“What about ‘er?” Merle cuts his eyes at Daryl for just the mention of you.

“I went ta go get yer damn aspirin an’ some guy attacked er’, I got him off er’ but she was shakin and cryin and I didn’t know what ya do. I jus put her in ma truck and drover here. She’s sitting’ on the couch and she won’t jus talk.”

“She was what!?” Merle whisper shouts. “By who?!?!”

“Some old, fat, fuck I didn’t get a good look at him I was more worried bout tha girl”

“So she’s In the livin room?”

“Ya”

Merle get up out of bed and puts on some pants but remains shirtless before making his way out of the room while Daryl followed.

Merle went to the front of the couch and faced you before kneeling down to your level.

“Hey there darlin’”

You look up from your shoes to see Merle. You begin to cry again before throwing your arms around his neck”

Merle looks shocked but eventually hugs you back before telling you itll be okay.

Daryl just stood by and watched. Utterly confused.

How is Merle so gentle with you but such a dick face to anyone else. What is it about you. Is it the same thing that makes Daryl look at you when you aren’t looking back at him? Is it the thing that makes him so frustrated when he’s around you? What could it be?

Merle sits there for a few minutes with you and lets you cry while Daryl sets up his bed.

‘What if it smells too much like me.. when was the last time I cleaned my sheets? Should I clean them now? Ahhhh just fuck it’

Daryl goes back into the living room and gets the attention of you and Merle by clearing his throat.

“Yer gonna sleep in ma bed while yer here. I’ll take the couch. My room has a lock on the door so if u want you can use that”

You just nod and try standing up, but Merle has to help you so you don’t fall. The tree of you walk to the bedroom and they help you lay down. Merle leaves to go back to bed while Daryl tells you where everything is and how to use the remote if you want to watch tv.

“Oh and uh.. also if ya wanna change I got shorts an some wifebeaters in tha top drawers. Jus take what ya want. Sorry it ain’t no real pajamas but I’m sure you’ll make work.” And with that he shut the door and went to bed.

You were so exauseted but you get this gripping need to change clothes so you took him up on his offer and changed. His clothes smelled just like him. It was comforting. Same with his blankets. You had absolutely no energy to watch tv so you laid under the covers and fell into a deep comforting sleep. Meanwhile Daryl stayed on the couch looking up only thinking about you. Merle on the other hand was fully awake and furious. Thinking about all the things he was gonna do the the fucker that hurt you once he found him.

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Hey! So as I said in the last one my editor has been completely M.I.A on me and I can’t get a hold of them so if there are any mistakes please tell me

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[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐟, 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐀 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

Chapter 4

Chapter summary: it’s strange how just before disaster a day could be so amazing

Tw:attempted sexual assault (very short I promise), cursing, violence, mention of blood, a term for sexuality being used negatively (from Merle obviously)

Daryl Dixon x reader

Word count: 2,658

Estimated read time: 12 minutes

(AN: hi! My editor has been a little unresponsive for a while 😅so if the quality of this one isn’t as good I apologize, I hope you enjoy it from here, this chapter may be a little difficult near the end but I promise it’s worth it!)

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9am

The day started with the same routine as always just before heading off to work. The walk to work was slow and quiet, all that could be seen was some children playing and a couple of cars driving past. The sky was a little overcast and the world seemed blue around you, as if a filter was laid across the earth.

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There it was once again.

‘Is someone following me?”

A quick survey of the land around you told you no one was around. You just couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on your being.

10:45

Picking up the pace of your walking you arrive at the diner. Denise shyly walks up to you as you don your apron.

“What’s up?” You look down at her and Kaya who was also speed walking towards you.

“Uhm could- well we- they just” Denise trembling and stumbling couldn’t seem to say what she needed, but thanks to Kaya you could get the message.

“Oh for Christ sakes denise. _____ the Dixons are at table six and we don’t wanna serve them because Becca just went over there to serve them but Merle asked for you and got a little frustrated when we said you weren’t here yet.”

‘Wait…’

“Holy shit you guys are scared of them?” you inquired

“You aren’t?!?” Denise squeaked, her dirty blonde hair falling in front of her glasses.

“Of course not! They wouldn’t hurt y’all.”

“We know that!” Kaya remarked “that doesn't mean he didn’t make us uncomfortable or yell at us!”

“Oh my lord. Fine I’ll serve them now get back to the counter before the boss gets mad”

As the two girls shuffle back to the counter you try to prepare yourself. ‘Daryl told me to leave them alone but if everyone else refuses to serve them and if Merle is getting aggressive I have no other choice….ugh. I guess I have to do it’ with a loud sigh and heavy feet, you walk up to the table.

“Well good morning y’all. What can I get started for ya?”

“Ga’ mornin’ darlin I’ll get eggs bacon and one of those big ass biscuits, what’ll you have darylina?”

“Fuck off, just get me the same as him” Daryl threw the menu on the table in front of him and crossed his arms.

You don’t bother to write down the order as they are in the diner often, then you try walk away.

“Where are you goin darlin?” Merle drawled

‘Damn! I was so close’ you thought to yourself

“Ohhhh~ just tryna relay your order”

“I know but ya usually talk with us before ya saunter back to the counter”

“Oh uhm well-“ what would be a terrible excuse is quickly interrupted by Merle.

“How’s about ya go give tha order then come sit down”

“Well my boss wouldn’t like that very much, and I just got here” you give a quick glance to Daryl as he scowled at you.

“Oh come on darlin’ it’ll be 2 minutes, jus sit with us”

With yet another heavy long sigh exiting your lungs you nod and Merle smiles. You walk at a fast pace towards the counter and tell the kitchen staff the order before taking off the apron you just put on a few minutes prior.

“Are you leaving already?” You hear Denise quietly squeak next to you.

“No, Merle just wants me to sit with them till their food is done.”

“I don’t think-“

“Yeah I know he won’t like it but he’s just gonna have to deal”

You give Denise a wink and a smile before walking to table six. As Merle sees you approaching he moves over in the old fashion booth seat. You take a quiet seat next to him as the boys finish up their conversation.

“No no no darylina. He said he went all the way with her. Ain’t no way he lied”

“I ain’t sayin Tristan lied I’m just sayin somethin’s up with that girl, Elisiya just don’t seem right to me.”

This is where you decided to insert yourself into their conversation

“Wait which Elisiya?”

“Yeah the one that Tristan claims he slept with” Merle explains

“Oh no they did sleep together” they both look at you silently so you decide to continue. “ they slept together, but Elisiya is gay….”

“What?” They both look at you as they say the question in unison

“She’s gay. She’s been dating girls since highschool. I don’t know why she slept with him but she has a girlfriend now, her name is Bridget. They seem very happy”

“…. Told you” Daryl snaps at Merle childishly.

“You ain’t tell me shit bout her bein a damn queer!”

“Hey!!” You shout “don’t say that!”

“..uhhh say what?” Merle looks at you puzzled.

“You called her a queer in a negative way, I don’t like that and I’m sure she wouldn’t either. respect the people you talk about around me please”

Merle looks at Daryl then at you again before he begins to laugh and Daryl rolls his eyes.

“And what’s so damn amusing?”

“Nothin darlin, jus’ I ain’t never been.. Corrected like that much less by a girl”

“Well it makes me upset because i know her, if someone called you names I’d correct them too”

The silence that followed your comment was uncomfortable and kinda scary, both the men staring at you like you’d grown 3 heads and a tail.

Merle finally decided to pipe up. “Now girl there ain’t never a reason for you to be gettin in trouble for the likes of us, believe you me if someone wants to talk out their dick let em’-“

“ORDER FOR TABLE SIX!!”

The man yelling from the kitchen for their food gave you an out that you aren’t sure you liked. You feel like there should have been a response on your part, but you get up anyway and rush to the counter before setting the plates of the table and getting back to work.

The dixons ate up their food and without a word left.the day at the diner as always flew by with very little mishaps. And before you knew it your shift was over and it was time for you to head to the liquor shop. The walk is as uneventful as ever as a subtle rain begins to fall, casting a beautiful blue over the earth. You enter the store and greet George.

“Afternoon man”

“Hi George, how was winter's appointment?”

“Terrible guess what she’s got”

“Adorable child sindrome and it’s incurable” you gasp jokingly

“Worse, strep”

“Oh gross”

“I know and her babysitter refuses to help out”

‘Gee I wonder why’ you think with an eye roll

“Well I get it G doesn't she have her own shit to deal with, I wouldn’t want to get sick either.”

“I know but now I don’t know what to do. She’s asleep right now at home but I can’t leave her alone until midnight” he expressed with a heavy sigh.

“Well I can close up for you.”

“Really?”

“Sure it’s only 1:20 right now so you can leave now to go check on her, come back and work till six and I got you on the rest”

“___ you are a lifesaver, really. you deserve like a medal or something”

“Or a raise” you smile wide and bat your eyes

“Don’t push your luck”

“Gotcha” you frown jokingly

George goes along with the plan you proposed and left to check on his daughter. You admired him for how amazing of a father he was. You also absolutely adored his daughter. Her long brown hair looked like her father but she had her mothers green eyes, she was probably the kindest quietest, kindest, and cutest kid you’ve ever met. You loved babysitting for her. Once George came back the day came and went and before you knew it it was time for George to go.

“Bye babes I’ll see you tomorrow”

“Bye george!”

And now…. You wait. The store closed at midnight and it was only six. Oh if only you had a sick person related by blood that you could go home to.

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10:46 pm

An older slobby man walked into the store. He reeked of alcohol, old cigarettes, and poor hygiene. He was tall and lanky but had a bit of a beer belly. He huffed and puffed and muttered to himself in an annoyed tone for a couple minutes while making his way around the store.

Heavy steps echoed the isles while he walked until he reached the counter with a bottle of booze and a lighter before giving you a sleazy smile.

‘Gross’

“Evening’ gorgeous”.

You could smell him.

“ a pack of cigarettes I don’t care what kind” he gruffed.

You grabbed him a random pack and tossed it on the counter.

“Hey pretty lady?” You looked up at him to acknowledge you heard “you know what you should do '' he lifted his head to look down on you before coughing and not covering his mouth.

‘Gross’

“What sir”

“Gimme ya number, I’m takin ya out”

‘Oh god’ you cringe

“No thank you sir it’s not professional to give out my number at work”

“I said i want your number” you could tell he was getting agitated and he started looking more violent you don’t know how someone could look violent but he was starting to.

“And I said no thank you, I’m not interested in a date please and thank you” you hand him his bag and receipt “now have a good night sir”

He snatched his bag and mumbled under his breath. He gave you a weird feeling, you look over to the security camera then go back to your work. ‘

‘A little more and I can go home’

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‘I can’t belive Merle is making me go back there’

Daryl thought to himself. after the boys had left the diner Daryl took Merle to look for a job. With very little luck from all 6 places they went to the bar at about 4pm. The brothers stayed at the bar and talked with Merle’s friends about what has happened since Merle was let out, what Merle went in for, and other ridiculous stories. Daryl never liked Merle’s friends much. They were pricks to put it bluntly. Daryl only got along with the guys that he worked with at the auto shop. But even then he couldn’t stand them for more then a couple hours out of work.

The pair finally left the bar to head home at 8pm. Merle had gotten them kicked out because he got shitfaced and thought it would be a great idea to start flirting with one of the bartenders, a bartender that just so happens to be a patrons wife. As always a fight broke out and the owner said he wouldn’t call the cops if they just left. The last thing Merle needs is the cops being called. His parol officer is already up his ass.

Once they got home Merle passed out while Daryl sat and watched tv for a bit. It was peaceful. Merle has a quite boisterous voice that gives Daryl a fucken headache. The only times Daryl gets a break is when Merle is passed out of just gone.

A couple hours later a very grumpy and hungover Merle awakens and is not happy at all. He starts grumbling at Daryl to turn the tv down and then starts barking at Daryl to go to the store.

“I need some FUCKEN aspirin!”

“We don’t have any more Merle I told you!”

“God! Don’t yell man my head feels like someone fucked my ear while I was asleep. Just go to the liquor store and get me some. While you’re at it get me one of those foil wrapped hot burgers they sell.” Merle tosses some loose bills and change at Daryl before turning back over in bed.

Daryl, frustrated and annoyed, picks up the money and heads outside to his truck.

“ It’s 11:40 and you want me to go to the fucken store just cos you got shitfaced” he angrily talks to himself. ‘Maybe I’ll get myself some smokes while I’m there.

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Daryl begrudgingly hops out of his truck and stomps toward the front doors. You jumped at the sound of the door chime. The two of you made eye contact and suddenly the air felt a little colder. He was always so hard to look away from. His blue eyes looked as if they were glowing.

‘Oh my god I need coffee’ you thought, shaking your head.

Daryl made his way through the store quickly before rushing to the counter. He plopped all the items down and stood awkwardly as you scanned them. As soon as he was done without a word he walked out of the store and to his truck.

You watched as he scurried out before looking at the clock. 11:54.

‘I can start closing up. I think Daryl was the last person I needed to help tonight’ you walked through the store turning off the lights and restocked the cups for the morning.

As you starts to lock up you realize you forgot to take out the trash.

‘I can do it quickly’ you think to yourself swinging the bag over your shoulder and heading out the front door to the ally.

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There’s something wrong.

“Who 's there?” You shout out.

‘Someone' s there!’ You can feel the eyes of someone on you.

“Who the fuck is there!!” You reach down to feel your pocket.

‘FUCK my keys are inside!’ You begin to panic. Staring at the entrance of the alleyway. You drop the garbage before booking it in the direction you came in, but whoever was there was too quick. A hand pulled at your hair and pulled you back. You screamed before another hand flew to your mouth. Then that’s when it clicked.

You could smell him.

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Daryl was sitting in his truck smoking a cigarette. He wanted a few minutes of peace before he went home to Merle’s moody hungover ass. He saw you walk out into the alleyway with the trash as he was halfway through his cigarette. He caught himself staring. He couldn’t deny that he found you pretty. Hell more than pretty.

He felt a little bad for the last conversation you two had.

‘If ya could even call that a conversation I just sat there an yelled at tha poor girl’ he thought to himself.

Just as his cigarette had gone out and he was ready to drive away he heard you scream. Panic filled his veins as he surged out of the driver's seat and ran to the alley way. He could barely see but he faintly made out the outline of a man standing over you, pinning you to the wall with his hand over your mouth. He couldn’t see the man’s other hand, and that scared him. Without thinking he punched the man in the side of the head as hard as he could before hitting him in the stomach. The first punch knocked him out. The second got him off you quicker.

He looked to you to see that your t-shirt was ripped and your pants were unbuttoned but not unzipped or pulled down. Then he looked you in the eyes. You were crying and shaking with a bruise over your mouth. You hugged him. He usually would never let you touch him as he hated being touched but he couldn’t push you off, not now. He eased you off of him and walked you to his truck.

“Did you lock up?” He asked.

No answer.

“Where are your keys”.

No answer.

He buckled your seatbelt before shutting the door. He ran into the store and found your keys on the counter. He locked up for you before running back to his truck.

Once he was in the driver's side he found you had turned on the radio and taken the blanket he had splayed across his jump seats. He started to drive away. You knew he didn’t know where you lived so you weren’t surprised when you arrived at his apartment complex.

[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

A thief, A friend, And a brother

Chapter 3

Chapter summary: you have a less than pleasant conversation with Daryl.

Daryl Dixon x reader

Word count: 960

Estimated read time: 6 minutes

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“We don’t have those…” you furrow your eyebrows and awkwardly smile at him.

“What do you mean you don’t have them? We just saw Screwy with a new pack.” Daryl is starting to get frustrated with you.

“I’m very sorry but this month’s shipment was kinda…..destroyed..”

“What the fuck does that mean?!” you flinch a little as Daryl raises his voice.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t yell at my employees.” George exits from the back room and walks up next to you. “We don’t have any because the box they were in was crushed by a shelf in the back room when I was trying to get it down”

“Fuck. Fine give me 2 Camels”

You ring up the two men and send them on their way, but on their way out you see that Daryl left one of his packs on the counter. Grabbing the pack and running outside you look around not able to see them ‘maybe they left in a car?’ Suddenly you feel something grab your arm and pull you into the alley next to the store door.

The person who grabbed you being Daryl Dixon

“Daryl?! You scared the fuck outta me! I thought you were a rapist or something!”

“Quiet down girl!” He whisper yells. “Now you listen- ma’ brother just got out an’ I don’ need people like you givin’ my brother drugs.”

….’wait what is this guy saying?’

“Excuse me?”

“You hear me girl he told me about last night!”

“What about last night?”

“That he met you at jacks house!”

“What the fuck do you think happened at jacks?!”

“I know Jack's his dealer and if you were there you must’ve helped givin’ Merle drugs!!”

After this very quick back and forth and a pregnant pause you end up busting out laughing.

“What the fucks so funny?”

“Oh nothing just that” you stand up straight and wipe your face. “He came over last night lookin’ and Jack wouldn’t sell to him because I was there, all I did was give him weed because he was getting frustrated; and no offense, but I think he’s smoked long enough to not get crazy just off some pot. If you really want to have this talk with anyone talk with Jack. I didn’t give your brother meth or nothin. Just some smoke to calm his nerves.”

Another strangely long moment of silence and some awkward staring later Daryl sighs and his eyebrow lose their tension.

“Sorry…I thought-“

“Don’t be sorry, you were worried about your brother. I get it. I didn’t deserve the attitude though. Your brother is a grown ass man. I doubt anyone could make him stay clean if he didn’t want to.”

“What do you know?” He rolls his eyes at you.

“I know that you don’t do them no matter how much he’s surrounded you by them, I think you’re scared to death thinking about him doing what he does will kill him, I also know that you aren’t as bad as people think you are.”

“What?” His eyebrows furrow once again

“I said-“

“You don’t know nothin ‘bout us! Just because you hear some townspeople talkin’ and feel sorry for us don’t mean you know nothin’!!! Stay away from me and Merel! I mean it.”

Without another word he walks off to an old beat up truck and hops in the passenger side. As it drives away you can see Merel in the drivers side looking a little confused while talking to his brother.

You sigh deeply and look down at your hands, still cradling the box of camels that he paid for but never took. ‘Ugh…I guess I’ll just take the 6$ off of his bill next time they come into the diner..’

“______?” George calls out

“I’m right here”

“Come back inside I need some help with this damn shelf”

“Oh what ever would you do without me good sir” you feign worry and take a mock dramatic tone as you prance to the door.

“Stress my dear. Only stress” he laughed at your theatrics as he tailed you inside

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8:30 pm

“Hey ____?”George calls from the other side of the store, already walking over to you.

“Yeah George?”

“I have to go pick my daughter up from the babysitter early tonight, she has an appointment in the morning. Do you mind closing up for me?”

“No, not at all! Tell Winter hi for me okay?”

“Of course I will, I’ll get my things and be on my way. Goodnight _____”

“Night George!”

You quickly count all the money in the register, restock all missing bottles for the first 3 shelves, and put in another order of “mega gulp” cups. Once all that was done you cleaned out the soda Machines,and wiped off all keypads and counters. Before lastly turning on the alarms and closing all the metal gates and locking up. This was the routine every night, you are pretty sure if you missed even one step of this process even 1 day you would feel a horrible sense of dread until it was done. Everything had a process. Iif something in the process didn’t happen or failed you would spiral until it got done.

You walked yourself home, and at a brisk pace made it into your home and finished another routine.

Get out of gross work clothes

Put in something comfortable (usually shorts and tank top)

Brush hair

Take shower

Brush hair again

Brush teeth

Entertain yourself for an hour

Go to sleep before 10:30

All though you had a good night and the routine went all according to plan you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had been watched. You are pretty sure the feeling started somewhere at the liquor store.

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[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

A thief, A friend, And a brother

Chapter 2

Chapter summary: It feels like after you meet someone you notice them a lot more everyday doesn't it? At least with Mr. Dixon that’s how it is.

Daryl Dixon x reader

Word count:1,282

Estimated read time: 9 minutes

Chapter 3 is out!

A/N:there are a whole lot of original characters names in here, the reason being the flow of the story, while I would love to put real characters names it wouldn’t make sense going forward, I also promise they will help the relationship later, the first few chapters are more background and relationship set up than anything else, hope you enjoy, Daryl time soon.

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You enjoy the places you work, the diner is a little more fun than the liquor store but they were both quite easy for you. You loved the social aspect of the diner and how you could connect with your customers, but you also loved how calm the liquor store was most days. It was also common that you did small day work at the local bookstore for an old man named Mr. Hamlin who paid you for your efforts.

On this particular day your schedule looked like this: 6am-1pm at the diner, then 3:30pm-9pm at the liquor store.

You get dressed and by 5:20 you are out of the house. You arrive at the diner after a short walk at 5:46 and say a quick good morning to your co-workers. your favorite of the employees being a shorter spunky girl named Kaya and a very nice but sheepish named Denise. As you hang up your jacket and put on your apron, customers start entering. The day was fairly quiet until a familiar face from last night entered the diner with a couple friends in tow.

“I got this one yall” you yelled to the other servers as you walked over to the table he chose.

Merle looked up at you and smiled his flirtatious grin. “Well goo’mornin’ darlin’ how you been”

You rolled your eyes at his tone and chuckled a bit “I’ve been great Merle”

“That’s great” he looked at the people of his table and began to point “that one right there is-“

You cut him off and began your own pointing “Tristan, Bentley, Buck, Skrewy and..”

You hesitated and looked at the last person. Daryl didn’t look much like his brother, he was smaller, with more hair and a mole next to his mouth. One thing they did have in common though was their bright blue eyes that looked like doll eyes in a way.

“Oh!” You snapped out of thought. “Daryl, sorry my brain goes 100 miles a minute”

You look back at Merle.

“damn girl you know everyone”

“Well Tristan is my friends older brother, Bentley comes by the liquor store every Sunday for a big cup of Mountain Dew, and Skrewy fixes all my shit when it breaks”

You always knew your town was incredibly small, everyone seemed to be in everyone else’s business. It seemed that everyone knew your neighbor Dolores slept with Roger the mailman- everyone but her husband that is- and the same could be said for Mr. Roberts on 13 Jawson rd sleeping with mrs abbigail when his wife Sharon isn’t home, or how everyone knew Mrs. Crawford was retiring. Everyone knew almost everything and everyone.

“Darlin’, can we get a couple of burgers and beers for the table?” Merel gestures to the table of people while he talks.

You quickly wrote the order on the notepad and asked if they would like anything else before giving the order to the cook. The whole time you served other tables you could feel someone’s eyes on you, those electric blue eyes belonged to Daryl Dixon. Why did you stop when you had to say his name? Were you thinking about all the rumors you heard of him and his family? Did you have something to say? Or did you just not want to serve the town trash? All things were going through his mind as he stared you down. He had a habit of hating people before giving them a chance and to him you were no different than the others.

“____! order for table 6!” The cook shouted for you from across the diner.

“That’s on me!” You yelled backed before going to get the plates and drinks

“Here you guys go, 5 burgers, one with no lettuce, 3 with fries, and 5 beers. Enjoy.”

“Oh we will Miss____, thank you”

You continued your rounds and after about an hour Merle’s party left, and a couple hours later it was time for you to head to the liquor store. With a quick goodbye to Denise and Kaya you were walking your way to the store.

“Well good morning Mr. Murphy!” You yell at the old black man who always seemed to be outside the store smoking his cigarette.

“____ you know good and well it’s no longer morning….. but hello to you too” he chuckled and took another inhale of his cigarette before you walked inside.

“George?! Are you here?!” You cup your mouth looking for your boss.

BANG,CRASH……tonk

“God damn it!!” You hear your boss yell from the back room.

“Are you okay!?” You run toward the noise

“I’m fine, but the shelf and a month’s supply of mega gulp cups are not” he kicks one of the fallen cups in frustration.

George was an interesting man, to you at least. He had long brown hair to the middle of his back, dark brown eyes, and a horrid mouth on him only challenged by a sailor. You often found yourself getting lost in the tattoos that covered the man starting on his forehead, down his chest and arms and eventually falling down to his ankles. For being such an intimidating looking man he was quite childish, but in an extremely fun way. One time the two of you went to go buy his daughter clothes at the thrift store and you spent almost half an hour just looking for where he and his daughter kept disappearing too (they were inside the clothing racks everytime, giggling and screaming when you found them).

“What in the world happened anyway?” You asked a little befuddled at the scene before you.

“I tried grabbin’ the fucken Marlboro shipment box to restock and the shelf crippled itself, cups and the packs went everywhere.”

“Oh I’m so sorry could I help you?”

“Nah I don’t need it, just get out front and work the register, if anyone asks for Marlboro tell them we are out”

“And the cups?”

“I’ll put an out of order paper on the soda machine”

A slight sigh of frustration exists both of you before you walk into the front of the store while George cleans up. As if by coincidence the moment you get behind the register glass you make eye contact with 2 pairs of blue eyes.

“Oh!” You squeak in surprise.

“Well welll darlin’ this the 3rd time in the last 30 hours, you stalkin’ me or somethin?” Merle says, beaming with a cocky smirk.

“Who would stalk you?, And last I checked you’ve been to my friends house, my first job at the diner, and now you’re at my job at a liquor store. Sounds to me like you’re the stalker Mr. Dixon” you returned the smirk.

“If you two are done being fuckin weird I’d like my fuckin smokes” you finally hear the younger brother, Daryl, speak.

“Oh I’m sorry, what kind?”

You knew there was nothing wrong with this man. You had never even met before today. All knowledge you had of him was rumors. “That Dixon boy was in another damn fight”, “the Dixon boys caused another commotion”, “those Dixon boys were caught with drugs again” but you never confirmed any of these things to be true. ‘I don’t believe he was caught with drugs. Merle of course but I can’t see the younger one with them.’ You thought to yourself as you looked at the man while he scanned the cigarette options on the display behind you. ‘He’s got one hell of an ill mannered attitude though; as long as I don’t make him angry everything should be okay.’

The man finally looks back to you from the display and says “Marlboro”

‘Well fuck’

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Special thanks to my beta reader, Niaxn!

Thank you for reading

[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

A thief. A friend, And a brother

Chapter 1

Summery: due to a fun interruption to a night with your best friend you end up becoming an trusted acquaintance of one of 2 very well known brothers in your small home town, what could come of knowing and being seen with a nam with such a bad reputation

Daryl Dixon x reader

Word count :1,165

A/N: hey! This first chapter doesn’t have any Daryl in it as it’s setting up the relationship between reader and Merle, this is a Daryl x reader but I wanted there to be more of a dynamic between everyone. enjoy!

Chapter 2 is out!

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The cold air of a brisk snowy winter kissed your skin as you walk to your friend’s house. A long day of working at the liquor store and dealing with rude old perverted men and underage teens with fake IDs had you beat. Whenever you had a bad day you went to Jack’s house. He was the best at making you feel better. The familiar feeling of crashing on his couch and eating junk while yelling obscenities at each other when playing games, or even just sleeping or talking till the sun came up. You’d known the guy since middle school. You still remember the day you met him as if it only happened minutes ago.

You were being bullied by older boys calling you names you’d never heard before. One of the boys had put his hand on your shoulder. You hit his arm away as hard as you could. As the boy clocked his arm back to get ready to hit you a mysterious flash went by your closed eyes and you heard a thump. When you opened your eyes a boy from your class was standing with his back toward you. The bully was on the ground, unconscious. Since that day he walked you to and from classes. Back then Jack’s hair was short and his skin pale. Now his dark black hair is long, falling below his ears and his middle part causing the curtains to fan over his eyes, and as of recent his skin is a darker tan, achieved from the farm he works at during the summer season.

You kick yourself out of your daydream to ring the door bell of his house. You hear a scramble and a loud crash- which you assume is Jack tripping over his dog again. He opens the door looking disheveled.

“Hey” he says in a mock sexy voice.

“Sup. I brought food” you reply.

The words make him perk up and he lets you into his home.

The two of you get settled and eat while Jack lights a joint. The 2 of you have smoked since high school. You only do it when you feel like you really need it, but for Jack it’s a daily ritual for a stressed out life.

A few hour pass, after a good smoke and some shitty movies your talk is interrupted by a loud knock and holler from the front door.

“Hey sister! I’m finally out and I need somma the good shit!!!” A booming voice yells on the other side of the door.

“Fuck” Jack looks at you. “You need to leave through the back door, now” he tells you with is eyes wide and brows furrowed.

“Why?” You ask.

He looks down, “this guy…he’s not safe and in case there is trouble I don’t need you here”.

“How is he trouble?”

“Don’t worry about it just go”

“No. Not until you tell me”

“Fuck..fine. He just got out of prison, and while I know he would never put his hands on you he is very willing to kick a guys ass, not to mention he has a reputation for making women..uncomfortable”

“I’m sure I can handle myself. Now open the door before he knocks it off the hinges”

Jack looks down and walks to the door. He reaches for the handle and gives you one last “sorry” look before opening the door.

In the doorway there you saw the tall looming man that is Merle Dixon. The Dixons were infamous in your town and not in a good way. Everyone knew the story of the parents, how the mom died, how the dad beat the kids, and how Merle “flirted” with his women. Merle had a younger brother but You never heard much about Daryl around town unless he was in a physical altercation, then everyone in town talked about him. You also only ever saw the younger of the 2 brothers when you worked, but he never spoke much to you or anyone for that matter.

“Damn sister! Took you long enough I was freezing my balls out there.” Merle invited himself in and looks at you splayed across the couch watching the tv. He tapped at your leg as you drew them closer to you making room for him to sit. “Sorry to interrupt your date..” he trails, giving your friend a smirk.

“Uhhh no dude it’s not like that…she’s like family.”

You rise from your very comfortable place on the couch and extend a hand to the large man. “Pleasure. The name’s —————“.

The man takes your hand in a firm handshake before responding with a quick “Merle” then looks at Jack who’s still standing uncomfortably by the door. “What do you want, man?”

“Just got out, need some stuff I’m crawling outta my skin”

“I’m not selling to you in front of someone”

As the conversation escalated you start to think back a little, you always kinda knew jack sold that kinda stuff to people but you also knew that he specifically never sold in front of or to you as a means of keeping you safe and separate from his work. You snap out of it and come back to hear a bit of a commotion.

“You’re my only seller, asshole, who else am I supposed to go to?!?”

“Someone else. I’m not selling anymore”

You could tell Merle was getting more and more frustrated so you came up behind him and tapped his shoulder.

He quickly turned and looked at you with anger. You smiled up at him and handed him a small container, when he opened it he saw 3 large blunts.

“Holy shit girl, thanks but do you got anything harder?”

You snort at his question “Sorry man but I’m not a seller or a user-that’s all we got here. Come back later or find a new seller”.

The tall man looked down at you and smiles widely. “No problem miss” he places a hand on your shoulder before turning around and shooting Jack a smirk before slipping out the front door and driving away.

“Holy shit that almost went so bad” Jack looks down and scoffs a laugh as he runs a hand through his hair. “Thanks man you saved my ass”

“No problem”

“That guy is bad news, we should keep our distance”

“I don’t think so….” You look of, the wheels in your head turning

“What do you mean”

“I mean he doesn’t seem like a bad guy, a druggie maybe, and a little volatile but he don’t seem terrible”

“Whatever- let’s get back to the movie”

[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

Okay but like… a story where the readers friend introduces her to Merle and Daryl sees them hanging out? (Set before twd)

[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

My first real reader insert!

What do I do?

Daryl Dixon x reader short story

Angst and fluff

(Mention of blood and amputation)

You both sit there in your shared bed staring at the ceiling, somehow feeling the darkness stare back. A soft sigh parts past your lips in a tired spell. “It hurts” you say softly trying not to cry thinking about the pain in your lower leg,or… lack there of. “I know” he whispers back. “I told ya not to go with ‘em but ya didn’t listen” Daryl’s words hold a sort of bite to them that stings like a burn, you know it’s only because of the guilt he feels.

“I told you I wanted to help” a tear rolls down your cheek. “You do help. You should know by now ya ain’t quick enough to fight. Going on a run is too damn much! Hell you shake too much to even hold a damn knife, what made you think you could shoot!?” There is a small silence as more tears come out from hiding and roll down your rosie cheeks. “I practiced with you and Rick for weeks….I really tried” your voice cracks and your lip quivers. Daryl looks to you and tries to move closer. “I know ya tried I jus… I shoulda made ya stay… it’s ma fault you got in this damn situation. If I’da jus-“

”stop” you say facing him “we both know I’m stubborn and just because you told me to do something doesn’t mean I will” you try to move closer, wincing in pain at the movement on your leg “I got myself but and I had to do what I had to do so that you didn’t lose me, last I checked you didn’t throw a walker at me” another long pause pursued.

Daryl finally broke the silence “tell me what happened..”. You looked at him through the darkness dumbfounded. “Daryl I don’t think that’s a very good ide-“

“Please” he cuts you off, the begging sound in his voice almost kills you to hear

“…okay”

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Earlier:

A small group of Glenn, Maggie, Rick, Rosita, and yourself all went on a run to a nearby shopping center to look for food and things to keep everyone busy as winter was fast approaching. Rick and Glenn went one way to inspect medicine and seeds for crops to use after the winter. Rosita went another to see if she could find anything that could help in the weapons department, which left you and Maggie to look canned food, blankets and coats for the younger ones.

The 2 of you had successfully found 3 carts worth of cans, so you proceeded to the winter section. As the two of you threw as many blankets as you could into your bags and hand held baskets you let out a slight giggle. “What?” Maggie asks and smiles. You lift up an ugly sweater knitted to look like a hairy topless man with the words “were da ho ho hoes at” sprawled across the top. You both start laughing at the audaciousness of the jumper before Maggie gives you a funny look

“Bet you a can of chicken you can’t get that on Rick” you stop laughing and match her look, “deal” you continue “but I want a can of peaches too”. She thinks it over before sealing the deal with a bubbly “okay”

Your group meets up at the front doors before getting ready to leave. You look out at the peaceful orange sky as the sun sets before you. The group of you walk to the truck and start to load everything in and continue with small talk as to not keep it boring. *tsssskch* you all pause not moving so as to not make noise, shortly after resuming what you were doing. Glenn turns his head tword the sound. “Umm Rick?”

“Yeah?”

“I thought you said this parking lot was blocked off.”

“It is..”

Rick’s head shoots up as he realizes the weight of the question. The pure terror on his face as he sees the herd of walkers walking over a freshly pushed over fence and on their way to you and fast. You realize you wouldn’t be able to get out the way you came in through the fence without getting surrounded and every other direction was bricked off

“We have to fight” Rick announced. You all reach for your weapons and fought as hard as you could. It was solid fight for about 20minutes before a walker cornered you to the side of the truck and you stabbed it in the eye as you pushed it the other way a pain in you lower leg made you let out the loudest most blood curdling scream they had ever heard. A walker that had not been stabbed correctly. “NOO!!” Maggie screams and runs to you. “Shit!” Rosita yells and looks to Rick. Rick does a once over of the area and sees the herd is thinning out “get them in the truck now!!”he yells and hands his belt and axe to Glenn “you need to amputate. Use one of the sweaters they got to wrap it till we get home. We have to hurry” he explained to Glenn who replied in an affirmative nod.

Maggie and Glenn load you into the truck bed while Rick and Rosita get in the truck and start driving. Glenn looks to Maggie and they both understand what they have to do. Maggie picks up a random sweater and rips off the sleeve before tying it around your mouth and putting Rick’s belt just below your knee. “I’m gonna hold your hand okay” Maggie makes you look at her and not at your leg “okay” in the side of your vision you see Glenn swing the axe over his head then you hear a thud.

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“I don’t remember anything after that so I assume I passed out” you finish of your story then look at Daryl. He looks so distraught by the tale almost the the point of tears and vomit. He finally speaks up. “What do I do…, jus tell me what I can do for ya” his voice cracks and the strong man you know starts to crack right in front of you and you realize,

This is how it started with Merle too in a way. Merle didn’t listen, Merle got hurt and needed amputation and Daryl wasn’t there for him or at least that’s what Daryl thinks. You put your hand on his face. “Just hold me and everything will be okay”

“I’m not lettin’ go.”

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