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Hi!

It's me again, as I said my inspiration is coming back to me again and I have a few new ideas and some requests to write and post so here I am!

This time I come with another AlphaDaryl one shot.

I hope you like it!

Marked.

AlphaDaryl Dixon x OmegaReader.

One shot.

Warnings: Bad language. Violence. Fighting. Marked Omega. ABO Dynamics. Smut.

Words: 5800

Summary: You and Daryl are together but you don't think that Daryl is fine with it.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @srhxpci @green-eyedladywrites @xxtinasxxblog @hail-yourselves

(I can here this gif...)

"Help! Please somebody help me!" you screamed as you ran.

"Come back here, bitch! We both know you are craving it!" he trails behind you licking his lips in a lewd signature.

His scent like Alpha reaches your nostrils, choking you, your mind clouds wanting to submit to his demands, but you fought against it, you weren't going to let him bend you over. Running you managed to put distance between you, your legs were tired, but you weren't going to stop. You screamed when you felt arms lift you off the ground making you lose your balance. You kicked, scrambled and even bit him on the arm, he cursed loudly and slammed you against a wall in an attempt to block you.

"Stop the fuck, ya whore!" he shouted and hit you harder. "I'm gonna make ya mine, ya're close to yer heat."

"No! No, no, please! Somebody help me!" you screamed again in the hope that someone could hear you.

"Merle, let her go!" You heard a voice on the other side of the alley, You tried to look for where it came from. "Stop it, Merle, don't be an asshole!" you heard his voice again.

You were shaken as the newcomer pushed this Merle guy off of you. You saw them struggle, fight, actually one of them, the one chasing you didn't seem to be in his full faculties as he moved clumsily, perhaps drunk, but his instinct had dragged him to you anyway. That day you had finished your shift early, you felt you were close to your heat cycle and you didn't want to have problems with the company so you agreed with your colleagues to have those days off and they all agreed. However you didn't get very far because of that Merle who had been chasing you.

"Leave her alone!" You heard again, the other man stood next to you to protect you.

"Come on, lil'brother, don't be a pussy!" You yelled at him trying to dodge him. "She's an Omega about to go into heat and she's gonna be mine."

"Ain't gonna touch her! She ain't wanna ya to touch her, don't ya see? Get the hell out of here, Merle."

"Get the hell out of here? Who do y'think ya are to order me around, Daryl?" Daryl, that was the name of the man protecting you. "Have ya forgotten who the big brother is?"

"That's the least of it, now, Merle, get a hold of yerself and let her go." Daryl was intensifying his own Alpha instinct to try to control his brother and you felt dizzy.

"No, I'm gonna fuck her, I'm gonna give her what she needs and..."

"And then what, ya'll dump her and find someone else?"

"Exactly, we are Alphas and the Omegas exist to please us." He smiled a sickening grin and Daryl growled at his brother's words. "Get out of the way."

"No..." His hand closed around your wrist and you trembled hard. Daryl felt his instincts spiraling out of control by the minute. Merle reminded him more and more of his father every day, Daryl felt like he was losing him with each passing day, but he wouldn't let him hurt you too. He'd been through that scenario before. "Not this time."

Your eyes widened as the Alpha that was meant to save you, pulled at you, his mouth closed on your neck and his teeth buried into your skin. You cried out in pain and even felt some pleasure as his lips brushed your neck. You closed your eyes and clenched your fists, the heat, the need that was beginning to form in your stomach due to the heat began to subside, his Mark as your Alpha was beginning to take effect on you, calming you down. You moaned softly letting yourself be done, holding onto his arm. Merle's lecherous smile turned into a grimace of distaste and he glared at his brother with hatred.

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528 notas. Fecha de publicación: 4 de julio de 2022

Hello! I'm so glad that your requests are finally open, gawd I've waited for this day 😭❤️.

So I would like to request a Norman and Reader smut where reader is also a part of the TWD cast and her character is paired opposite Daryl's in the show and while shooting for Daryl and Reader segs scenes under the sheets Norman actually makes her come 😏🤓

Hi anon!!

Sorry for taking me so long! But I was pretty busy with my work and my mini series. I'm really sorry! I hope you are still here!

I hope you'll like it!!

Enjoy!!

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Under the sheets.

Norman Reedus x Reader.

Anon request. One shot.

Warnings: Smut. Not much plot.

Words: 3470.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @thefemininemystiquee @green-eyedladywrites @hail-yourselves @ruinedbythehobbit @xxtinasxxblog @ravenwings73 @spenciepoo338 @b-tchymoon @minervadashwood @darylssluttt @let-love-bleeds-red

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You're a little nervous, you've been going over the script for several weeks, but finally the scene has arrived. The Walking Dead was a great opportunity for you, even though you started in the middle of the show, but you soon fit in with the cast, everyone welcomed you as one of them, they helped you with the complicated scenes.

Your character is part of The Kingdom, at the beginning your character doesn't interact much with Daryl, your affinity is linked to Carol, your first scene together was in Shiva's cage, you were already there and Daryl hides there looking for a moment of solitude, but he is surprised to find you next to the tigress.

The idea of the screenwriters is to form a relationship with you and Daryl, at first you are not convinced, Daryl is a beloved character, but it is not something forced, little by little your bond and your shots together are more frequent and as time goes by, people are comfortable with you around the archer.

Your relationship with Norman developed as slowly as your character's relationship with Daryl. At first you would stand on the sidelines on one side of the table to eat, you would share small conversations with the group, on the other side Norman would talk to Andy and Melissa, he didn't purposely ignore you, he tended to surround himself with the people he knew and felt more comfortable with. But you couldn't help but watch him, you tried to be discreet, you admired from a distance the way he acted, how he took the script and studied it until he became the Daryl he wanted to show the world. As your characters interacted, so did you and little by little you began to trust each other, to spend more time together, you no longer sat on one side of the table, Norman made room for you near his group and even though you all talked, you felt special for being there.

A year ago your character confessed to Daryl, after all the bad things Alexandria and its inhabitants had been through, your character couldn't take it anymore and told Daryl everything she felt. Your characters shared their first on-camera kiss.

It was the first time you kissed Norman.

Since then, a year ago, you feel Norman fooling around with you more evidently than you thought, it was nothing special, he didn't have any magic phrase, or anything like that, Norman is patient, he looks at you, he smiles at you, he jokes and talks to you, he makes it natural, easy and that's what has made you crazy about him.

That's why now you're shaking like a flan.

Your characters' relationship has been well accepted, so the producers want to go a step further and show some intimacy between you and Daryl, they wanted you to have a moment of peace and passion after so much pain and suffering.

The room is set up to shoot the scene, it's the room you share almost from the moment you arrive in Alexandria, when your character gets him to let his guard down. The lighting is dim, it's hot, hotter than it usually is in Georgia, there are several cameras, but you are relatively "alone". Norman appears in the room then dressed in Daryl's clothes, hair disheveled, but he was clean, neat, which was odd to his character, but the producers are excited.

"Alright guys, let's get started, remember, you're the one who starts the action." He looks at you indicating what to do. "We all know Daryl needs that push, take it easy, don't get overwhelmed."

"Okay..." You throat clear and put your script aside then face Norman.

You stare at each other, Norman immediately takes his stance as Daryl, but before you start to speak, he slyly winks at you and your cheeks redden.

"Daryl, stop it." You ask him nervously. "We have peace again." You walk up to him, resting your hands on his shoulders.

"Ya dunno that..." He's changed his voice to the gruff, growling tone so characteristic of Daryl. "What if they come back, what if another Negan shows up, another Alpha...?"

"Stop, no, don't think about that." You hold his face so he'll look at you. "Alexandria is safe again. We can relax, a little, take care of our people... be happy." You whisper without taking your eyes off him.

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604 notas. Fecha de publicación: 15 de septiembre de 2022

Can you write daryl smut where the reader likes daryl but she thinks he didn't like her because there's an age gap and he's always quiet around her? Then one day she catches him touching himself while saying her name so she confesses her feelings and at first he's embarrassed/shy but the reader asks what he was thinking about and she does whatever he tells her to do.

Hi Anon!

Thanks for your request! Sorry if it took me so long!

I hope you'll like it!

Enjoy!!

Thinking about you.

Daryl Dixon (45) FemReader (25)

Anon Request.

Warnings: Smut. Handjob. Blowjob. Unprotected sex (don't do that).

Words: 3600

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @ruinedbythehobbit @srhxpci @xxtinasxxblog

You aren't sure why he hates you that much. You aren't sure what did you do. You try to think about something but your mind is blank.

You love Daryl.

Yeah maybe the word is too strong but is what you feel when you're around him. You feel yourself protected, safe, good. And all those feelings have been growing with the time you've spent together. Well not just with him, the group in general, but you know that what you feel for him is not a simple friendship.

You first met at the prison, you were part of Sasha and Tyreese's group and although you were initially welcomed, you stayed, Woodbury sounded ominous when Michonne showed up talking about the Governor. At first Daryl didn't trust, just like the others, as the days went by he seemed more comfortable, but you were also aware that he wouldn't let you make too much of an effort. Back then you were younger and 'frailer' than you are now, you were scared to death, you didn't know how to fight, you barely had the strength to help keep the prison fence up when the beams that held it up had to be repositioned, but you wanted to help, you always tried to be useful, even though you always ended up in your cell, with Beth, taking care of Judith.

"Go back inside." Daryl said to you one day taking some huge logs from your hands that you had managed to grab to help Rick build his farm. "They need ya more there, fix somethin' to eat, help Beth with the baby, keep an eye on Carl. Ya ain't helping us here."

This maybe have been the longest conversation you had with Daryl and it hurt. It hurt because you were trying to change and his cold, curt tone shattered your hopes. Since then you tried to stay away, alert, but distant, unfortunately his way of treating you didn't change your feelings for him. They grew stronger when the flu attacked you inside the prison and he took care of you.

"Ya can't die here." He told you by leaving you a bowl of soup in your cell, his mouth covered with a handkerchief so he wouldn't catch it.

You're not sure if he said it because he thought you wouldn't hear him because of your condition or that you would end up forgetting it, as an unimportant anecdote. When the prison fell and you were all separated for a moment you thought you would never see him or any of your companions again. You cried for days, heartbroken, until you were reunited again in Terminus, Carol had saved you and when you saw him embrace your companion like that, the pieces of your heart were not completely healed.

Now you live safely in Alexandria, you have settled in the community after Deanna has assessed whether or not you are useful to them that you can stay. Some of you have settled in well there, giving thanks for recovering some things lost from the previous world. Like hot water. But others are having a hard time accepting that this place is good, that you are safe.

Daryl is one of them.

He's constantly coming and going, he's still out hunting, he's still out exploring, he's still Rick's watchdog, and he doesn't trust the people in the community. If there was distance between you before, now a chasm has been created that you are sure you will never be able to cross.

You sigh long, tired, sorry. Carl looks at you curiously, the two of you on the porch of one of the houses the community has assigned you. You're taking care of Judith, that role hasn't changed much since you left the prison, only Beth is no longer with you to help you. Sometimes you miss her. You were good friends and her death was unjust. You know Daryl suffered a lot because of it too and sometimes you think he was in love with her, and that's why he stays away from you, because he doesn't want anything more to do with girls. Daryl needs a strong, determined woman, capable of protecting her own.

"You're more pensive than usual today." Carl's voice pulls you out of your thoughts and you smile sadly.

"Sorry, I'm having a weird day today..." You mutter looking at him out of the corner of your eye, playing with Judith who is amusing herself with your hands.

"Is it because Daryl isn't back yet?" he asks you and you feel your cheeks take on a rosy hue. "He's been on patrol for several days, but he'll be back. You know how he is."

"Y-yeah, I'm not worried, I don't..."

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663 notas. Fecha de publicación: 6 de mayo de 2022

Hello! Since requests are open I was wondering if you could write something like this: reader and Daryl have been dating since the prison and now they live together in Alexandria (pre Negan) reader likes to wear really girly clothes specially skirts, that drives Daryl crazy of lust because he likes her legs too much and one day while she is cooking he comes home and eats her up while she’s still wearing her skirt 👁👄👁 something like that 😮‍💨.

Hi sweetie!!

I'm here with your request! Sorry for taking so long, I hope you like it!!

Thanks for you request it was really fun to write it! I change somethings I hope you don't mind.

Domestic life.

Daryl Dixon x Femreader.

Request: @mariannambl

Era Alexandria pre-negan.

Warnings: Smut. Oral sex.

Words: 1560.

Summary: you are living in the community and things are going pretty well, you left your warrior clothes and you look more like a girl now, and Daryl can't control himself.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @srhxpci @twdeadfanfic @darylsgarden

You and Daryl started a relationship in the prison, it's true that you both had feelings for each other before, but running around, killing zombies, looking for supplies, in short; surviving, didn't give you much time to put your feelings on the table.

However at the prison you both broke, T-Dog's death, Hershel's leg, Carol's disappearance and most of all Judith. There was so much chaos and hope at almost the same time in such a small interval that you all saw saturated. Looking for food for the little baby you both threw up your feelings, it was a continuous babbling and stammering of incoherent words until you realized that you were both talking and asking for the same thing. There were many things to perfect and many walls to jump over, on both your parts, but it was worth every day to come back and be together.

However now there are new things for Daryl to adapt to. Since the Prison fell you wandered in search of a new refuge, you were separated only to find yourselves back in a community of the insane, you got out of there unscathed by the skin of your teeth and when Alexandria took you in at first you were skeptical of their way of running the community, that such a place could not exist without having some trouble. Surprisingly, they didn't discover any and you gradually adapted to the new community.

Daryl still remembers the look on his face when he saw you trying to fit in. You had abandoned your warrior clothes, your ripped t-shirts, your tough jackets, your gloves, jeans and boots for a nice spring dress that revealed your bare arms and long legs, you had washed your hair and it fell long and free over your shoulders and back.

Daryl had never felt as animalistic as he did that day.

Animal for the simple reason of wanting to touch you. Of wanting to cover every inch of exposed skin with his hands, without anyone else being able to see it or even touch it. It wasn't as if he had never seen you naked or touched you, when stability and peace were part of the daily life in prison, you two took the step to know each other more intimately, he knew every corner of your body just as you knew every corner of his, he liked to hug you or caress your legs when you were huddled in the cell you shared.

But this was different. A new feeling of need and desire came over him every time he saw the skirt of your dresses dance as you walked the streets of Alexandria. You were still warriors, survivors of a broken world, but again you had a safe place to return to and be able to have some sense of normalcy.

That same afternoon Daryl returns from a patrol with Aaron, with his new bike and a task to accomplish almost every day, Daryl feels more in his own skin again. So much peace and calm overwhelms him a little and he always needs to get out from within those walls, however when he gets home and the warmth of home and the nice smell of food and knowing he'll sleep without having to be alert, with you. He wouldn't trade that for anything. He opens the door leaving his dirty boots and crossbow at the entrance, there are no rules inside the house you share, but the hunter always tries to leave things in sight and easy to have at hand, besides he doesn't want to dirty the house with mud or viscera of the dead, which you also appreciate. Today was a good day, they found a family wandering lost and almost malnourished on the side of the road, a couple with two small children, the man immediately tried to defend his family, but when they told them about Alexandria their faces lit up with hope. Daryl feels like he has done a great deed, that he is trying to save as many people as possible. It feels good, like every living person cleans up a little bit of what once was before the world fell.

He sighs long taking off his vest to leave it on the coat rack at the entrance, he needs a shower as the heat is once again beating down on the region and although they haven't had to eliminate any Walkers, his skin is covered in fine sweat and dust from riding the bike. He is ready to climb the stairs when a new smell hits him in the nose and it's not him.

Almonds.

It's a very faint scent but still Daryl's nose detects it, perhaps because of all his years of experience in the forest his senses have always been more developed than other people's. He growls low and moves slowly towards the living room of the house finding you there, immersed in your reading, you have had a shower already, your hair is still damp on your shoulders, you are curled up with your legs folded over the couch, your summer dress clings to your chest and the skirt has ridden up to mid-thigh revealing a lot of skin on your legs. You smell like almonds.

And suddenly Daryl is hungry.

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709 notas. Fecha de publicación: 20 de marzo de 2022

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Hey there, finally found your blog. May I have a request to you to write Daryl Dixon smut.

Era: Prison (I miss the short-haired Daryl lol)

(Geeez this gave me a weird idea after I watched Willy's wonderland)

Daryl became hot and bothered after his girlfriend (The Reader) wore the zip-up crop top that she found in the run a few weeks ago when Rick told them there was an abandoned kiddie pizzeria that Maggie was always told and the two decided to go on, as the two kept collecting the supplies as many as they could suddenly Daryl froze when he saw the sign "Fun Room" and he started to think all of his fantasies, The reader saw him decided to go and ask him if he was alright and he just nods and the two go and check that room if it was clear. Until Daryl can't take it anymore he pulls the reader close to him and kisses her, he tells her that the top she wears keep teasing him from the start and he unzips her top revealing the bare breasts that he always loved. The reader smiled and started to give him a treat like going down on him and riding him. (Sorry this is kinda weird heh)

Hi Anon!

I loved your request, I had few ideas but finally this is what's pop up.

I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

I hope it doesn't too late.

I have to confess that I had a lot of fun putting Daryl on the edge and imagining it was great.

As always sorry for my english!

That fuckin' thin'

Anon Request.

Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Prison Era.

Warnings: SMUT. Dirty talk. Dirty thoughts. Messing clothes. Daryl horny like a teenager.

Words: 2666

Summary: You found a zip-up crop top at the last run and this fucking thing it’s making Daryl going crazy.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @twdeadfanfic @purple-serenity @ruinedbythehobbit

Up and Down.

Up and down again.

Fuck he’s going to exploted.

You didn’t notice what are you doing, every fucking day, every fucking moment when you are nervous or bored you play with the zip of your small, tigh crop top tha you found the last week when you went on a run with Maggie and Glenn. Daryl hates that fucking thing. It's useless as hell, for Lord sake’s. You are in an apocalyptic world, you need more clothes over you than this small piece that barely covers your chest.

Up and down.

Daryl's eyes follow the continuous movement of your hand, gripping the ring head of the zipper, going up and down just enough and just enough so that the redneck can see how your breasts press against the tiny open strip, crying out for freedom, to be locked up again. Daryl can understand that you are hot, unfortunately you are in the hottest months, Georgia is having no mercy on you and in the prison, despite being a spacious place, the heat is thundering, but that is torture. He can't stop staring. It is impossible not to fix his gaze every time he hears the zipper hiss.

He stirs in his seat wanting to get some control over himself. Fuck he's not a fucking teenager anymore, he should be able to control his impulses, even more so knowing you're not alone. You've hit the road again, you've ducked into an old pizzeria looking for something to take back to the prison, maybe even find some more survivors. Maggie and Glenn are with you and Daryl doesn't know whether to thank them or curse his luck.

Up and down again.

Daryl feels a growl scratch his throat, you've shifted your position closer to one of the windows, somehow looking for a breeze that manages to ease your heat, with the glare of the sun against your skin, Daryl can perfectly see the thin layer of sweat that adorns your skin, your breasts glistening, insinuating, calling out to them. He just wants to go up there and cut your hands off, demand you stop the fuck or he'll end up sticking his head between your breasts in the end, a gentle breeze sways your hair making you sigh, Daryl feels his cock jump in his pants when he sees your nipples marking themselves on the fabric of your top. Of course you don't wear a fucking bra.

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thewalkingdead-kinkmeme · 2 months

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Shane, Merle — "Bad Guys" Club

In response to the anon(s?) saying that Shane get's character bashed, I would like a fill where Shane and Merle find common ground because of the fact that people can't find the reason in their logic, and how hard it is putting up with a bunch of softies who like you to be the bad guy but in the next second turn to you in their hour of need when they can't do the deed.

Bonus points is S1!Daryl makes a cameo.

Fill: None

#C: Shane Walsh #C: Merle Dixon #C: Daryl Dixon #P: General | No Pairing #T: Bonding Over Something #Fill: None

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bisqitsforbreakfast · 4 months

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Merle Gray🖤💛

Merle Gray is my blessed little enby alt character. They’re a musician: a singer, perhaps also a dabbler in keyboard/piano. Merle is my excuse to make pretty alternative outfits and make more metal-inclined character playlists >:).

Personality-wise, although a little emotionally detached, but they’re a big softie. The type to convince you that dressing you in head to toe goth attire for fun is a very good idea.

Despite living in a futuristic dystopia, they still have their cozy nightly routine of skin-care, and yoga to wind down after a long day

(Nobody mention the fact his face looks different in each one shshshs you saw NOTHING. I might have forgotten to reference old art of him, so I didn’t get his face to look the same in different art lmao)

#art #artwork #oc art #ocs #cyberpunk oc #my ocs #oc #original character #oc artwork #artists on tumblr #digital art #my art #merle gray #bisqitsforbreakfast

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fandomsaremykryponite · 2 years

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I have a quick question. Once Daryl becomes involved with the older MacManuses, will the children call him something different than Daryl?

Love your writing.

Hi Anon!!

Thanks for the question! Glad you like my writing!

I was wondering if anyone was gonna asked that. Yes, the kids will call Daryl something other than his name. It's not anything exciting and won't be until towards the end of Part 6, which covers season 3 of TWD. I've given him and the kids little scenes throughout this part and the next to really build up to it.

In fact, there's an angsty one between Leia and Daryl coming up soon with a cute fluffy scene later on. Then, I have one between Daryl and Sean as well, but it's towards the end of this part as it goes into the group's time surviving winter. In part 6, there's also ones for Luke and Norman as well. Little moments for them.

I tried to establish in part 4 that Daryl had been a bit involved in the kids' lives at the quarry. Though, he does try to keep himself at a distance so as to not overstep and bc he feels like he doesn't belong with anyone other than Merle. But, the kids like him anyway and we all know that Daryl is a bit of a softie when it comes to kids. So, I felt like being looked up to by Leia really gives him some good development.

Idk. I could be dorking up his character like this, but hey. It's what I decided to write. The only thing I can do is try to develop it as best I can so that it fits in either the already established character development in canon.

Let me know what you think. Again, thanks for the ask and I'm super stoked that you love what I've put out so far. Feel free to reach out again if you have any other questions.

I hope you continue to enjoy reading my fic series as I have been writing them.

#author talks #thanks for the ask!#author ramblings #answered asks

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fernpost · 2 years

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Cycle 11 - Humans

[link to ao3]

[first] - [previous] - [next]

Lucretia has decided that she hates the desert. The heat beats down on them; oppressive and without care for how little water they have left.

Their feet drag through the sand, and she tries to pick her feet up to keep more sand from getting in her shoes but each step she takes sinks deep into the ground, making it impossible to walk with any sort of efficiency.

Magnus is pretending to be okay, talking nonstop about a weird frozen drink he had in one of the earlier cycles. Just thinking about drinking something almost makes her snap at Magnus, and she probably would have if Barry didn’t get to it first.

“Magnus, bud, I’m going to need you to cool it with the drink-talk, or I’m going to fall over and die.” Barry is looking the worst out of all of them. Magnus has been tanning nicely in the sun, and Lucretia was smart enough to bring a shirt to drape over her head for shade and to keep cool. But Barry’s skin does not take to the sun well; he’s bright red, sweat dripping down his face. The skin on his nose is already beginning to peel, and she sees him wince as he brings his hand up to wipe at his face when he bumps the tender skin.

“Okay, fine. What do you want to talk about then?” Magnus soldiers on, heading towards the mountains in the distance that would hopefully be their salvation. (Lucretia was never going on a Light recovery mission without the ship again. Probably).

“I don’t know. Just not that.” Barry’s voice is cracked, and if they didn’t have so much more to go and so little water left, she would have offered him some. They had just taken a water break, though, so they continue onwards.

The quiet lasts only a moment before Magnus is speaking again. “Fucked up that they sent only the humans on this mission, isn’t it.”

Lucretia chuckles a little, “Taako and Merle are on their own mission too.”

Magnus shrugs, “well, yeah. But they lumped us all together. Rude.”

“If I remember correctly,” Barry begins, “me and Lucretia volunteered to go through the desert because I have the magic to keep us alive if we need it because our other spellcasters with those types of spells are headed the other way, also in the desert. So it’s not like we’re the only ones in this sandy hell. Lucretia wanted to go to the great library the town folks said was in the town at the edge. And, you volunteered. Same as the rest of us.”

Magnus is quiet for a minute, and Lucretia knows him well enough to see the gears in his head turning. Probably reconsidering ever offering to help guard them, but he’s a big softy and always wants to be helpful.

Until the heat kicks in, apparently. A loud groan fills the empty desert air as Magnus swings his arms widely in the air. “I’m too old for all this walking.”

Lucretia butts in, “rude to complain about that with Barry right there.”

“Hey!”

Magnus’s deep, hearty chuckle always fills her with warmth, and despite the disgusting heat, the feeling remains comforting. His cheerful attitude is almost always appreciated. “I’m, like, thirty now!”

Scuffing his feet, Barry kicks sand up at Magnus, “and yet you still look fresh out of childhood.”

Lucretia stumbles as the thought hits her. She should be in her early thirty's by now. She had hoped to publish her own stories by this point. Maybe not start a family, but she had wanted to finally have the time to start dating, see if it was something for her. She had planned to open her own publishing firm eventually. She was supposed to go to her cousin's wedding, he'd just gotten engaged when-

She couldn't do any of that. Gods, even if they did stop the Hunger how was she supposed to go back to the way things were? How would she deal with aging again after not changing for so long? It was already hard to be seen as young and immature because she looked twenty, what about in ten more years? When she's forty in the body of a twenty-year-old?

“We really haven’t been aging, have we?” She looks at her companions, a little wide eyed, “I could be twenty for decades.”

She almost runs into Barry when he stops walking. “Shit. It’s hard to notice on the others because they all age so much slower naturally, but yeah. We’re going to look like this. Until it’s over.”

“How long is ‘until it’s over’ going to be, do you think?” It’s been a long time since Lucretia has heard Magnus’s voice sound so… so small. She decides then and there she hates it. She never wants him to sound like that again. But she’s never been good with words- not spoken ones. She can write down anything, but comfort? Honest conversation? She’s had practice the past decade, but not enough. Never enough.

Barry seems at a loss for words as well, but he gathers himself faster. “I don’t know.” It’s not what Magnus wants to hear- what any of them want to hear. But it’s the truth, and they all know that.

“Yeah, okay.” Magnus begins walking again. They’re all quiet for a good while. Lucretia tries not to think about how she may never see herself age- see herself get old and middle aged. She tries and tries not to think as the heat cooks them alive and- “At least I won’t have to complain about my back like Barry and Merle do.”

“Don't lump me in with Merle!” Barry startles out a laugh, and Lucretia huffs her own out as well.

Of all the people to never grow old with, she supposes she can handle doing so with them.

#lucretia #magnus burnsides #barry bluejeans #taz balance #the stolen century #my works

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phoenixblack89 · 3 years

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SNEAK PEEK SUNDAY!

Special thanks to @writingdeadangel for helping me decide what to post

My lovely tag squad - @fandomsaremykryponite @lilythemadqueen @browneyes528 @darylsgirl @boondoctorwho

SPOILER WARNING FOR VERY MUCH LATER CHAPTERS!

Phoenix wandered around, as per the King's instructions to enjoy the Kingdom before the negotiations could begin. She spotted a small church and wandered over, looking up at the stained glass windows she sighed.

Her faith had been lost a long time ago. Gone.

The same as the brothers who meant everything to her. She pulled the rosary from under her shirt and ran her fingers over it. Her own had been lost when the prison fell and all she found of her boys was this single rosary. She traced the initials craved into the bottom - MM. It made her heart ache to think that Connor's had been lost to her, just like the man himself. Tears came to her eyes as she stood there, not noticing the men approaching her.

"Why do you cry so, my lady?"

Her head flew up and she gave an awkward curtsy to the king, who smiled at her miserable attempt. His eyes drawn to the rosary on her chest. Shiva padded over and sniffed at her belly, her head nudging against the wooden item lightly purring.

"I... I lost someone very dear to me... I haven't set foot in a church for a very long time." She whispered as the tiger returned to the dreadlocked man's side. His lips curved at the corner and whispered into Jerry's ear.

"Faith is something we all must cling to in these dark times. Perhaps you need to talk to someone whose faith has yet to be shaken? Jerry will fetch them for you."

Jerry nodded and rushed off, taking Shiva with him. The king stood beside her in companionable silent. His eyes roving over her figure.

Is this her? The one they insist is alive and well? Perhaps four hearts will be mended today.

He sighed and watched the girl play with the rosary.

"Yer majesty!"

The pair turned towards the yell as Phoenix's breath caught in her throat.

Striding towards her, metal arm shining in the sun was a ghost.

As he got closer he began to run, his arms thrown wide as she rushed past the King and threw herself at him. Merle's booming laugh echoing around her as he lifted her and spun her in happiness.

"Girl! You are one sorry sight for this ol' man!" He said setting her back on her feet, holding her at arms length to look at her. "My baby brother wit' ya?"

"Yea Daryl's here. And Rick and Michonne. And...." her body shook with tears as she caught a glimpse of silver beads around his neck. He glanced down and pulled it out - her rosary. He slowly raised it above his head and slipped it over hers.

"Looks better on ya than me" he smiled, wrinkles crinkling the corner of his eyes. She gave a sob and clutched his shirt, burying her head into his neck. "Aww come now. No tears fer ol' Merle."

He nodded to the king as he passed, patting the man on the shoulder lightly. Merle shushed the girl as she cried against him, rocking gently side to side. Loud footsteps of multiple people approached and Merle smirked as they came to a sudden stop. A loud sob came from the blond man in front of him.

"Firebug, lookie" he said pulling her out of his arms and spinning her. Her heart hitched in her chest, eyes disbelieving as her lower lip wobbled.

Connor walked slowly to her, his hands running over her arms and face as tears fell from the both of them.

"Ye alive!" He whispered, as his twin approached the three. Daryl running up and grabbing his brother into his arms tightly, laughing through his own tears, Merle teasingly calling him a big softie and pushing him away. Phoenix nodded and gazed up at the twins as they engulfed her into their arms. Their lips brushing against her hair as they sunk to their knees in relief and pure joy.

She clung to them for what seemed hours but could of been mere minutes. She turned to Murphy and slipped his rosary over her head and back to the man's chest, where it truly belonged.

"I missed you! So much." She whispered as Connor pulled her back into his arms. He smiled down at her and cupped her cheek.

"Can I kiss ye beautiful wife?" He whispered in her ear, stroking his thumb across her scarred cheek. She gave her answer in the form of throwing herself against him, her lips meeting his in a frantic clash. The joyful spark she had always felt rushed through her veins as they kissed passionately, Connor letting a soft moan float into her mouth as his tongue was granted access to hers.

A loud clearing of the throat made the pair part, both faces red and chests heaving in desire.

"Well I am jealous missy! Ain't greeted ol' Merle that way." Daryl cuffed him around the head as he laughed. "I'm only joking Darlena! I know she's married"

Damn leprechaun was stealing her away again he thought, watching as the blond grasped her waist lustfully.

"Aye my pretty little wife." Connor said, smiling down at her, before claiming her mouth once more. Her eyes closed and he glanced through half lidded eyes at Daryl, making it clear she was his and his alone. Daryl bristled and clenched his jaw as she pulled away, smiling widely. "Shall we go refamilarise ourselves pet?"

She let out a giggle and allowed him to pull her away from her family and friends. She shot a look over her shoulder at Daryl and smiled sadly at him as he nodded his head in reply.

#twd daryl #twd fanfiction #Bds fanfic #PhoenixBWrites #Fera Ingris #sneak peek sunday #daryl x oc #connor macmanus #connor x oc

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heytherejulietx · 4 years

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Shut up ~ Daryl Dixon

Masterlist

Requests are OPEN

Notes - I realllyyyy don’t know how I feel about this one, but I’m gonna post it anyways because why not someone might end up liking it more than I do.

Warnings - Mentions of injury, kind of explicit jokes.

Word count - 1.4k.

Taking in a deep breath Y/N laced the boots she was putting on, grabbing her jacket and shrugging it on over her shoulders before leaving her tent as quietly as she could. She'd been sharing one with her nephew, Carl, whilst Rick and Lori kept in one together, though whilst Carl was recovering in the Greene house she had it to herself. Grabbing the machete that she'd kept in her tent she left, zipping the tent back up before jogging to the edge of the woods, looking around to make sure nobody had seen her.

Machete in her hand, she started walking through the trees, planning on getting an extra look for Sophia. She knew her brother and Shane were doing everything they could, but she felt there should be people out at night too. A little girl shouldn't spend the night in the woods.

Just as she started pushing further through the trees she felt something clamp down on her wrist, a flinch running through her as she turned around, lifting the machete in case it was a walker. Though instead she was met with a cold glare, and rolled her eyes at who was stood in front of her.

"What do you want, Dixon?" She asked, trying to yank her wrist out of his grip.

"Your brother know you're out here?" He asked, and she scoffed. Rick probably had him playing bodyguard.

"Yes, we spoke last night." She spoke with a false innocence, clearly lying, before pulling her wrist away and turning around, continuing through the forest.

"You're gonna get yourself killed!" Daryl called after her, and she just shrugged.

"Death's part of the ride." Y/N shrugged. "But if you're that worried you could always join me?" She offered, grinning to herself when she heard him groan.

After a moment Daryl had matched her pace, walking beside her as they stepped through the forest, a comfortable silence set between the two. Daryl and Y/N had spoken before - she used to go hunting with him and Merle back when everything had just started. Though since Rick had come back she seemed to spend more time with her brother, which was completely reasonable. She thought he had died, Shane had told her that.

"How come you're out here so late?" Daryl asked after a moment, glancing at her as they walked.

"Fancied a nice walk in the night air." She responded with a roll of her eyes. "What do you think I'm doing, genius? I'm looking for Sophia."

"Why go now? Just wait until the mornin' then go with your brother and Shane." He spoke again, his gruff voice breaking the silence once more.

"Because a little girl shouldn't have to be out on her own, especially not in the dark. I ran away from home once and spent the night in my local park, I was terrified." She let out a slight chuckle at the memory.

"You ran away from home?" Daryl asked, a smirk forming at his lips.

"Oh yeah, I was so mad at my parents one night I packed a bag and left when they were out, went to go away for the night. Rick was worried sick - it was so funny when he found me at the park after sneaking out himself." She let out a laugh, shaking her head. "Wish it could be like that, y'know. Just run away from our problems and not come back."

As she started laughing again her foot slipped and she ended up tripping over a stick, causing her to tumble down a hill that they were about to walk down, one that neither of them had seen in the dark. Y/N groaned once she'd stopped rolling, a sharp pain in her side causing her to squeeze her eyes shut.

"Y/N! You okay?!" She heard Daryl yell.

"I'm good!" She groaned back, moving to lay on her back and open her eyes.

As her eyelids opened she could see a walker start to lean down to bite her, causing her to let out a shriek. Moving up her arms she pushed it back by its shoulders, though the arm on the side that was hurting caused a sharp pain to shoot through her side, causing her to drop that arm and move her forearm so it was resting over the walker's neck. Her arm was weakening - the face lowering closer and closer to her face as she weakened. Her teeth were gritted, face scrunching up as she searched the floor around her for her machete that she'd dropped on the way down the hill, it's face getting even closer.

"Come on!" She groaned, and just as she felt her arm was about to drop, she heard a crossbow being fired and saw a bolt go through the side of the walker's head, a long breath leaving her lips as the lip body finally dropped over her.

"Are you okay? You bit?" Daryl asked, tugging the body off of her before crouching down beside her.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She breathed out, leaning her head back on the floor and letting out a deep breath. "I'm good."

"C'mon. We should head back." Daryl reached out to grab her arm, tugging her to her feet, though Y/N winced at the tug.

"What?" Daryl asked, now looking her over for any signs of injury.

"I think I hurt my side when I fell down the hill." She shook her head, pushing some hair out of her face.

Daryl scrunched his eyebrows up, before setting his crossbow back on his back. Gently grabbing the edge of her shirt he lifted it up just enough to move his hand to her side, fingers running over it, until he'd reached a spot that caused her to wince again.

"Probably a bruised rib." He commented, though even after he'd finished talking he didn't move his hand.

Y/N watched him, gentle eyes locking with his own as she let out a deep breath. Moving her own hands to the sides of his face she pulled him forwards, his other hand moving to her other waist as she pressed her lips to his, allowing her eyes to close as they kissed. The kiss was somehow both passionate and gentle - not what she'd expected from Daryl at all.

Once they'd pulled away Y/N smiled gently, moving her hands from his face. Daryl stared at her for another moment before pulling his hands away from her slowly, reaching down to the floor to pick up her machete before handing it to her.

"Here." He said, before grabbing her hand and tugging her gently to the bottom of the hill.

"See, you're just a big softie on the inside." Y/N teased, causing Daryl to give her a playful glare as he wrapped his arm around her middle, starting to help her up the hill. "Sure you don't wanna stay a little longer and, y'know, do the dirty?" She offered sarcastically, causing Daryl to let out a snort.

"Shut up." He grumbled, though the edge of his lips were turning upwards into a smirk.

Y/N smirked again, raising an eyebrow. "Is that what you're gonna tell me when I'm being too loud during-"

Daryl cut her off by pressing his lips to hers, kissing her once more. His other hand moved to her hair and he kissed her for longer than before, shooting her another playful glare once he'd pulled away. "Shut up." He repeated, continuing to help her up the hill.

"Fine." Y/N laughed, grinning as her cheeks heated up.

They walked the rest of the way in silence, Daryl's arm keeping around her waist even once they'd made it up the hill. Once they were back at the Farm he helped her towards the camp, only letting go once they neared her tent.

"We'll get that side of yours fixed up in the morning, 'kay?" He asked, and she nodded, shooting him a smile.

"Sure I can't persuade you into my tent for some fun?" She wiggled her eyebrows playfully, causing Daryl to push her arm gently in the direction of her own tent.

"Shut up. Go to bed. We'll talk tomorrow." He said, shaking his head.

"Night Daryl." She commented with a laugh, making her way to her tent.

"Night Y/N." He responded, playfully flipping her off before making his way into the RV he was staying in.

#the walking dead #the walking dead one shot #the walking dead imagine #daryl dixon #daryl dixon oneshot #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon one shot #rick grimes #rick grimes imagine #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x reader

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neuronary · 3 years

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Angus wound up staying with Madam Director - Lucretia, she’d told him, since the Bureau of Balance wasn’t really a thing anymore - when everything was over.

It was largely unintentional at first; Angus had simply not thought beyond summoning a bubble to take him back to base and collapsing directly into bed once he was certain they’d won. But then it had been the Director - Lucretia, except he couldn’t call her that, so maybe Miss Lucretia? - to find him less than an hour later and drag him to the medical bay to get treated. Angus had tried to protest, but she had not-so-gently informed him that making sure he didn’t bleed out wasn’t a waste of any cleric’s spell slots, and kept an eagle eye while he underwent several healing spells.

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“Get some rest, kid,” one of the clerics - a kind looking elf woman - had told him.

“Okay, ma’am,” he’d replied, before pitching sideways, directly into Madam Lucretia’s waiting arms. “Sorry,” he’d proceeded to mumble into her neck before he finally fell back to sleep.

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Once everything had settled down a bit more, it just made sense; he and Miss-Director-Lucretia-Ma’am - he’d been flustered and half-asleep still and she had done a poor job at concealing her laughter - had a lot in common. They both preferred the quiet whirrs and shudders of their lunar home to idle conversation. They both loved pens - a fact Angus had discovered a little before the Crystal Kingdom escapade. They both read their way through small libraries worth of books in just a few months and were often eager to exchange recommendations.

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“Analysis On Crime Scene Blood Splatters and Other Viscera,” the Director had said, smiling, on Angus’ birthday, as she handed over a slim, but ultimately informative book.

“What the actual fuck,” Killian had muttered behind them. “He’s ten.”

Despite the Tres Horny Boys’ Caleb Cleveland themed gift set - a Caleb Cleveland duck from Magnus, the latest instalment in the series from Merle, and a precisely decorated birthday cake from Taako - the book became Angus’ secret favourite. He read it many times over, always paying careful attention to the neat inscription inside the front cover:

‘Angus McDonald,

You are already the world’s greatest detective, and I am well aware that there is much information in this book that you might already be familiar with. Even so, self-improvement is something we can always strive for, and perhaps there are secrets yet to be unveiled in the world of BPA.

Have a wonderful tenth birthday, and congratulations on reaching double digits.

Yours,

Director Lucretia.’

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They didn’t share many specific interests, but very few of their interests strayed from the umbrella terms of ‘morbid’ or ‘nerdy’, so it was easy enough to find common ground. They both sat in silence in the library or Madam Lucretia’s office, sipping tea and reading books. They both defaulted to not speaking because…

Well. Because they were both accustomed to loneliness.

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“So what about your parents, kid?” Merle grumbled at him, about a week after the Day.

Angus took another slow spoonful of ice cream and pondered his response.

“My father lives here in Neverwinter,” he said, after a moment. It was technically true. His birth father had survived the Day and remained in Neverwinter, safe and sound. Angus didn’t need to mention that they hadn’t ever actually spoken to one another.

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Madam Lucretia put on a persona just as much and just as frequently as Angus - the bright, bubbly boy detective and the infallible Director of the Bureau - that both of them sometimes wondered how much of it was still an act. (Most of it, probably. Madam Lucretia managed to be terrifying and the planar system’s biggest softie all in one.) They both knew how to play up to those personas to get what they wanted, and they relished equally in letting them go.

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“That’s not what Caleb Cleveland would say!”

Killian and Carey were smothering laughter behind him, but Angus was far too upset to care.

“And they’ve made it way too obvious that the killer is--”

“Woah! Spoilers, little man!”

“But it’s obvious,” Angus whined.

“Not to those of us that aren’t seasoned detectives, munchkin.”

#this is godawful but it's a warm-up so #angus mcdonald #lucretia taz #taz balance #i would give my life for these two nerds #ficlet

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thewalkingdead-fan101 · 4 years

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In this hell Daryl Dixon X Reader part 1/??

Hey guys! This is my first ever story that I have published/ might ever publish? This story Is following the survivors from season one, and the reader of course.

I do apologise in advance if its not the greatest, but I hope you guys like it :)

Warnings- Talk of Abuse, Abuse, Swearing, Blood, Gore (its the walking dead so I Guess that's a part of it :))

It has been two months now... Two months since the world had gone to shit, two months since my brother Shane kicked down my door and shoved me into a car with a woman who would turn out to be my best friend and her son who was like a nephew to me.

Since the outbreak had hit, we have found other survivors, now we are a group. We work together to continue to live to continue to exist.

I never thought that I’d be in this predicament. I laugh out of spite as I look down at the two little sticks in my hand, two blue lines on one and a plus on the other.

I hear a twig snap and turn around to see a walker snarling and slowly stumbling my way.

Shoving the tests into my jacket pocket, and wipe my tears before walking towards it. The snarls get louder and greedier as I get closer.

“Oh shut up.” I say as I kick the walker in the stomach and watch it fall down, stomping on its head, hearing the crunch of it’s skull between the earth and my boot. The sound making me sick.

The walk back to camp was quiet, all I could hear was the crunch of fallen leaves under my shoes.

My mind was wandering.

How could I let this happen? How stupid could i be? It’s the fucking apocalypse! In what way is this okay?!

I see the RV and Dale standing up top, keeping watch as he was when I left. His attention snapped towards me as I walked out of the tree-line.

“Hey Dale, it’s just me.” “I was wondering where you ran off to.” “Just went for a little stroll. I ran into a walker, about 5 clicks south east.” “What?! Are you okay?” “I’m fine Dale, I put it down. They seem to be getting closer.” “We will keep an eye on it. You’ll have to tell Shane.” “I will, do you know where he is?” “He went down to the quarry to get water.” “Okay, I’ll y’all to him when he gets back, do you know where Lori is?” “I don’t, try her tent though.” “Will do, thanks Dale.”

I made my way through the camp and around the fire pit. I found myself standing outside of the blue and cream coloured tent and took a deep breath.

"Lori?" I heard a rustle and the door was pulled aside, revealing her familiar brown eyes.

"Oh, hey sweetheart, come in." She smiled "Where's Carl?" I asked. "He is with Sophia and Carol, I just finished cutting his hair. Why?"

I softly smiled, then the tears started flowing. Lori ran over and hugged me, sitting us both down on her cot. "Shhh, honey what's wrong?" She asked rubbing soft circles on my back. “Lori, I messed up.” I said between sniffles. “What? What do you mean?”

I stood up and paced before her. I could feel her eyes on me.

“(Y/n) you’re worrying me, what’s going on?”

I reached into my pocket and handed her the two tests. The silence was deafening, it felt like hours until Lori spoke up.

“How?” “I don’t know. I made sure we used protection, and we always do.” “What made you suspect this?” “I’ve been feeling off, not to mention I’m late. I’ve never been late.” “How are you feeling?” “All I want to do is cry. I’m terrified.” I softly cried. “Come here.”

She opened her arms and pulled me close, softy rocking me.

“You’ll be okay, it’s all going to be okay.” “What if it’s not?” “What’s done is done. There’s no point in thinking the worst. You have to be positive. You have to deal with this now.”

I sat quietly with her, so many thoughts rushing through my head.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.” She softly joked. “It’s Daryl’s isn’t it?” I nodded my head and laid back. “How’d you know?” “I’ve noticed small changes lately between the two of you.” “What do you mean?” “If anyone goes near you or gets too close he glares.” “That’s just him.” “No honey..You need to tell him.” “I know, I just don’t want him to hate me.” “Oh honey..." She sighed. "I-I don't know what to do.." "Just tell him, it’s never an easy thing to do.” "I know.” “And you have to tell Shane.” “I almost forgot about Shane for a minute.” “Don’t tell him that. I don’t know how his ego would take it.”

We both laughed.

“Thank you.” “What for honey?” “The advice, listening.” “Look, im here for you. Your family now.” “Thank you." I hugged her. “I remember telling Rick I was Pregnant with Carl. I was worried for nothing.” "How did he die?" "Rick?" I nodded. "He was shot on duty, Shane was with him when it happened. He was comatose when everything happened. Shane went to get Rick before he came and got us and he was gone.” "I'm so sorry Lori." I whispered hugging her once more. "It's ok." She smiled weakly.

We were both startled by the sound of a blaring car alarm.

"What is that?" I asked "I don't know, let's go and see." We ran outside and to the R.V. "Dale! What is that?!"I yelled up to him. "A stolen car Is my guess." He answered

I nodded and looked towards where the source of the noise was coming from. It was a red Dodge Challenger that pulled up, only for Glenn to jump out, smiling as if he had just won the lottery.

"Holy crap, turn that damn thing off!" "I don't know how!" "Pop the hood, please." "My sister, Andrea" Amy began "Pop the damn hood!" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" "Is she alright?" "Yeah, yeah, she's ok, she's ok!" "Why aren't they with you?" I asked "Why isn't she with you? Where is she?" "She's ok?" "Yes! Yeah fine, everybody is..well Merle, not so much..." "Are you crazy? Driving this squealing bastard up here? You trying to draw every walker for miles?" Shane snapped. "Shane.." I tried "I think we're ok." Dale said "You call being stupid ok?" He asked dale in disbelief. "The alarm was echoing all over these hills. It'd be hard to pinpoint the source....." Shane glared at him. "I'm not arguing, I'm just saying.. And It wouldn't hurt you to think more carefully next time, would it?" He scolded Glenn. "Sorry...got a cool car" he smiled sheepishly. A truck pulled up behind the car. And everyone got out.

"Amy" "Andrea!" Amy sobbed as they ran to each other and hugging as if they were dying tomorrow. "Papa! Daddy!" Morales's kids ran up to him as did his wife. I looked at Lori who was now with Carl talking to him, tears in both of their eyes . "You are a welcome sight" dale laughed hugging morales. "I thought we had lost you folks for sure!" He exclaimed. "How did y'all get out of there anyway?" Shane asked. "A new guy.. He got us out." Glenn said. "What do you mean new guy?" I asked "New guy?" Shane asked "Yeah, crazy vato just got into town.." Morales said. "Hey, helicopter boy! Come say hello." He called out to the truck. A man dressed in a police uniform emerged. "The guys a cop, just like you.."

I looked at Shane's face and he looked stunned.

Carl had ran past me and Lori following in pursuit. The man started to cry and he ran to Carl. "Dad! Dad!" They all hugged sobbing.

I started to cry, for the reunion of a family, that was thought to be impossible.

Later on that night I was lying on my cot, staring at the tarp. My tent door opened and Shane put his head in. "Come on. Foods getting cold." "I'm not hungry." I sighed. "What? You're always hungry." He laughed. "Shut up." I smiled and smacked his arm.

I sat up making room for him to sit next to me. "Any way what's up. You seem different. More weird.” He asked sitting with me. “So, I need you to Promise me that you won't be mad.” "What’s going on?” “Shane.” “Okay, I promise?" He asked. "Shane... I'm scared" "What why? Walkers can't come near us.." "They’re getting close though, I ran into one earlier today. I’m okay, I wasn’t hurt. But It's not that." He nodded. "I’ll do another perimeter check first thing in the morning. What is it? "I'm pregnant." I blurted out. He tensed up. "Shane." "No... Just be quiet.." He whispered. "You promi-“ "I don’t care. I’m mad. You're 18! So who is it? Please don't be Glenn."

I shook my head.

"Ok please be Glenn." “It’s not Glenn.” He sighed. “By the way im 22.” “Still too young.” “Shane-“ “Who is the father?�� “Look it’s not a big-“ “I’m only asking you one more time, before I go out and ask everyone in the camp if they’ve slept with you.” “Daryl.” I sighed softly. “I can’t hear you.” “Daryl is.” I said more confident. “Are you kidding?” “What? no.” “When did this start?” “Shane, I-“ “When did this start?” He asked raising his voice slightly. “About 6 weeks.” “How?” “What?” “How did it start?” “Shane this isn’t any of your business.” “It’s is. How did it start?” “Merle was being a creep and Daryl told him to leave me alone and then he and I started talking. He is really sweet.” “He isn’t-“ “Shane, shut up. You asked and I’m telling you. Anyway. The next day was the same as every other day. Daryl being Daryl and keeping to himself, I tried to talk to him and he was weary. After a week he was a little more talkative and then one night we ran into each other and one thing led to another. For a while there it was only hook ups, and then after a few weeks we connected. He still is weary and doesn’t really talk much.” "(Y/n)! he is like twice your age!" "Not even." "I don't care" “How is this any different than you and mrs Cooper?” He stayed silent.

"Just please Shane.. Don't do anything.." "I don’t like this.." “You don’t have to. Can I show you something?" "I guess..." I stood up and grabbed my jacket, bringing out the two tests. "Is that?" “Yeah, I didn’t want to just ‘guess’ I was pregnant.” "Wow..how far along do you think?" "3 or 4 weeks." I said. "Who knows?" "Only you and Lori..." “I’m not happy with this, but I love you. And if this is what you want I can’t stand in your way. Make sure you eat.”

Shane left the tent and I laid back down. After about an hour of hearing thunder rumbling I fell asleep.

I woke up, and I watched the shadow of the leaves dancing in the wind on the roof of my tent above me. Sighing, I sit up and stretch. I pull on my worn jeans and slip my boots on over my socks.

Walking out of the tent and looking around everyone else seemed to be awake, Rick was the only one asleep... I don't blame him "Hello (Y/N) ." "Morning Dale." I smiled. I climbed atop the R.v. He looked over and smiled. “Sleep well? We missed you at dinner last night.” “Yeah, I wasn’t really hungry.” “Whatever you and Shane spoke about last night he was a bit hot headed when he returned to the fire.” “Yeah. I wouldn’t doubt it. We got into an argument.” “Are you okay?” “Yeah I’m good.” “As long as you’re alright.” I smiled. “Hey Dale.” "Yeah?" "I can trust you with anything right?" "Yeah.. Why?" “I want you to know because you’re really important to me.” “Go on” "I'm pregnant." "What was that?” "I'm pregnant, Roughly 3-4 weeks. I’m telling you because i respect you a lot and you’re a father figure to me. Thank you.” “You’re pregnant? That’s great! I mean it’s not the greatest timing but a baby is a blessing.” “Really?” “Yes! Irva and I were going to have a baby. We lost it though. Didn’t want to try again.” “I’m so sorry you went through that Dale.” “I just want to say thank you for trusting me enough to tell me, your secret is safe with me.”

We shared a quick hug before I walked towards the ladder. "I should probably start getting things ready." "Don't do anything too exhausting." He smiled. "I'll try" I laughed.

Once I touched the ground I walked over towards Carol. "Hey honey." She smiled at me, the faint outlines of bruises on her arms. I smiled softly back. "Hey Carol..do you need any help?" "Sure honey." She smiled I grabbed one of the baskets and started to hang up clothing. After about half an hour Rick emerged from the Grimes’ tent. We all greeted him. "They're still a little damp. But the sun'll have them dry in no time." Carol said to him. "You washed my clothes?" "Well, best we could, scrubbing on a washboard ain't half as good as my old Maytag back home." "Yeah or the laundromats" I said softly, making Carol laugh and Rick smile. "That's very kind. Thank you."

I finished up with the laundry and walked over to where Glenn was standing watching his precious car get torn up. "It's a shame... I'd love to have that car." I said aloud. "It's nice isn't it?" "Yeah." I smiled. Shane came back in the jeep with the huge containers of water. He got out. "Water's here y'all, just a reminder to boil before use." He yelled out.

It wasn’t long until we heard a scream. "Mom!" "Carl?" "Dad!" We all ran towards the screaming. "Baby!" "Mom!" "Mommy!" "Rick!" Morales threw rick a weapon as we all made our way through the trees. "Carl!" "Carl!" "Mom!" "Carl! Baby!" "Mom!" "I've got him, I've got him." Lori hugged Carl. And Sophia hugged Carol. I followed behind the guys and saw a walker eating a deer.

Amy and Andrea both stood next to me. I've grown close to everyone in the group, well with the exception of Ed... And I've been accepting Merle.

All of the guys started to bash the hell out of the walker. Amy and Andrea hugged each other. When finally the head came off. "It's the first one we've had up here. The first one this close. They never come this far up the mountain." Dale said. "Well, they're running out of food in the city, that's what." Jim said A branch snapped and everyone was alert. "Oh Jesus." Dale sighed. "Son of a bitch... That's my deer!" I heard the familiar voice of Daryl call out. I tensed up and smiled.

"Look at it, all gnawed on by this... Filthy, disease bearing, motherless poxy bastard!" He exclaimed kicking its body. "Calm down, son. That's not helping." Dale interrupted "What do you know about it old man?, why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to On Golden Pond?" Daryl then sighed. "I've been tracking this deer for miles." He said pulling out every arrow. "I was gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison., do you think we could cut around this chewed up part right here?" "I would not risk that." "That's a damn shame, well, I got some squirrel, about a dozen or so. That'll have to do."

The smell of the walker was travelling to my nostril and I started to feel nauseous. The decapitated head started to move, Turning around i ran to the closest shrub, collapsing to my knees and vomiting. "Oh my god.." I heard Amy say behind me. "Come on people, what the hell?" Daryl asked using an arrow on its head.

I felt some one up behind me holding my hair back and rubbing my back. "Sweetie it's ok, let it all out." Lori soothed. It just kept coming and coming. By now everyone was around me. "What's wrong? Ain't ever seen a walker die before?" Daryl sneered. "Are you ok?" Amy asked. "What happened to her?" After a few minutes it was safe to get up. I wiped my mouth. "Sorry." I managed to get out. "It's ok, but are you?" Andrea asked.

All of the men left leaving just me, Lori, Amy, Andrea, Jacqui and carol, as well as Miranda. "Guys-." I looked over at Lori when she started to speak.

"(Y/n) is pregnant..." "I'm 3 or 4 weeks along." "I thought you were, I just didn't want to bring it up honey, you’ve got all the symptoms.." Carol sighed. "Oh my god, you're having a baby." Amy squeaked quietly. "Yeah." "Congratulations." They all said and hugged me. “This is crazy. You know that right?” Andrea asked “Yeah, can you guys please not say anything to anyone..." "We won't. " We walked back over and stood under the shelter of the R.V.

"Merle! Merle! Get your ugly ass out here! I got us some squirrel! Lets stew 'em up." "Daryl, just slow up a bit, I need to talk to you." Shane called. "About what?" "About Merle. There was a... There was a problem in Atlanta" "He dead?" "We're not sure." "He either is or he ain't!" "No easy way to say this, so, I'll just say it." Rick said "Who are you?" "Rick grimes" "Rick grimes, you got something you want to tell me?" "Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked to a piece of metal. He's still there. "Hold on, let me process this. You're saying you hand cuffed my brother to a roof? And you left him there?!" "Yeah.” I knew what he was thinking so I pushed Rick out of the way as Daryl threw the chain of squirrels, hitting me with full force. Shane tackled him to the ground. Lori ran over to me as did Andrea and Amy, helping me and bringing me back to the R.v. "Are you ok?" Lori asked. I nodded my head watching Daryl. He pulled a knife out.

"Watch out for the knife." Rick pushed daryl back, getting Shane to put him into a head lock. "You'd best let me go!" "Nah, I think it's better if I don't." "Choke holding's illegal." "Yeah, you can file a complaint." Shane said not letting go. "Come on man, we'll keep this up all day." "I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic. Do you think we can manage that?" Daryl glared at him. "Do you think we can manage that?" Rick asked once again. They let him go.

"What I did was not on a whim. Your brother does not work and play well with others." "It's not Rick’s fault." We all looked at T-dog. "I had the key, I dropped it." "You couldn't pick it up?!" "Well I dropped it down a drain." "Dary-" "Just shut up!" "If its supposed to make me feel Better, it dont" "Maybe this will. Look, I chained the door to the roof, so the geeks couldn't Get at him, with a pad lock." "It's gotta count for something." "Daryl.." I tried "Not now!" He snapped. We were all silent. "Hell with all y'all!" He looked at Rick and then T-dog.

"Just tell me where he is, so I can go get him." "He'll show you, isn't that right." Lori said "I'm going back." Rick said making Lori go to Carl. After half an hour Rick was ready and he was having a discussion with Shane. "I need to talk to you." I told him. "Not now." Daryl replied "Yes now!, I've been waiting to talk and now that you're leaving again I thought I should tell you." "I'm not interested in what ya have to say! I'm getting my brother back." "Thanks." I said with a scoff "Wh-" "Just go! Your brother is more important." I sighed walking away.

After another 10minutes they got in and left. "You didn't tell him did you?" I looked at Dale. "No, he didn't give me a chance." I sighed. "(Y/n)!, we need your help!" I saw the girls starting to take the washing down to quarry. "Duty calls." "Go ." He smiled at me.

I ran to catch up. I grabbed a basket and went down with them. Once we reached the quarry I saw Shane with Carl across with a net, Shane started yelling and splashing around making Carl laugh. I was walking with Jacqui and Andrea with more clothes from Carols wagon to the water. "I'm beginning to question the division of labour here." Jacqui said. We continued to wash the clothes. "Can someone explain to me how the women wound up doing all the Hattie McDaniel work?" "The world ended. Didn't you get the memo?" Amy said making us giggle I looked to carol who looked over to Ed. "It's just the way it is" she said. "I do miss my Maytag.” Carol sighed. "I miss my Benz, my sat-nav" Andrea piped up "I miss my coffee maker, with that dual-drip filter and built-in grinder, honey." "I miss my computer, and texting." Amy sighed. "I miss hot water..." I stated. "We hear you honey." Jacqui said. "I miss my vibrator." Andrea confessed. "Oh!" Jacqui said. "Oh my god!" Amy laughed. "Me too" Carol said. Making us all laugh loudly. "What's so funny?" Ed asked "Just swapping war stories, Ed." "Yeah" "Problem, Ed?" "Not that concerns you" "And you ought to focus on your work. This ain't no comedy club." He said toward carol. "Ed, we’re just having a little laugh to brighten things up a bit, something you obviously don't know how to do." I said bitterly. "You shut your mouth." He said to me.

I turned around and continued washing. He stayed there for what felt like forever until Andrea spoke up. "Ed, tell you what... You don't like how your laundry is done, you are welcome to pitch in and do it yourself. Here." She threw it at him. And he threw it back. "Oh!" "Ain't my job missy." "Andrea don't." "No Andrea." I backed Amy up. "What is your job, ed? Sitting on your ass smoking cigarettes" "It sure as hell ain't listening to some uppity smart-mouthed bitch." "And ours isn't listening to a halfwit asshole such as your self." I answered him. "I've told you before shut up! Now come on let's go!" He said towards Carol. "I don't think she needs to go anywhere with you Ed." Andrea said to him. "It's none of your business, come on now, you heard me." "Carol." We all asked. "Andrea, please, it doesn't matter..." She said "Carol yes it does." "No honey" she whispered. "Hey don't think I won't knock you on your ass, just cos you are come college educated cooze, all right." He said to Andrea. "You'd have to get through me first." I warned. He looked at carol. "Now you come on now, or you gonna regret it later." He said to Carol. "So she can show up with fresh bruises later, Ed? Yeah we've seen them." Jacqui spoke up. "Stay out of this." He chuckled. "Now come on! You know what, this ain't none of y'all's business." "No, I've stayed outta this for too long, and now it is my business." I said. "You don't wanna keep prodding the bull here, ok? Now I am done talking, come on." He grabbed carol. "No, no carol, you don't" "You don't tell me what?! I’ll tell you what!" He slapped her and Andrea pushed him. His grip had tightened. All of us yelling at him. "Get off her!" "Come here! Come here!" He kept yelling. We finally got her away from him. "ED!" I yelled at him. He looked at me and I hit him square in the jaw. Making him slap me harder than he had hit Carol, I fell to the ground.

He was dragged away, and I saw Shane being the one who dragged him away. "Are you okay?" Amy asked. "I'm fine, look after carol." "Get off me!" Ed yelled at Shane. I looked over to see Shane throwing punch after punch. "Shane!" "Shane! Stop! Just stop!" "Shane!! Stop it!" "Stop!" He stopped. "You put up your hands on your wife, your little girl, my sister or anybody else in this camp I will not stop next time. Do you hear me? Do you hear me? I'll beat you to death ed!" Shane punched him one last time. Carol ran to ed after and kept apologising.

"Are you sure you’re ok?" Jacqui and Amy asked. "I'm fine just a busted lip and bloody nose. I grew up with Shane, i’ll be fine." I said getting up.

We all packed up the things and Carol got Ed into the car, she drove him and the laundry up to camp, the rest of us decided to walk. "Thank you." Andrea spoke. "For what?" I asked. "For helping me stand up to him." "I actually can't believe you hit him." Amy laughed "I know.. Neither can I.” I laughed “I just hope that the baby is alright." Jacqui said looking down. "It'll be fine." We made it back to the camp after 10 minutes.

I made eye contact with Lori who rushed over as soon as she seen the blood. "What happened?!" "Lori! Calm down I copped a hit off of ed after he copped one off of me. It’s only a busted lip and a bloody nose." "He deserved it." "Shane almost killed him." "I wouldn't blame him." "Look I'm going to go and lie down, I'm tired." "Ok honey." "(Y/n)!" I looked over to Shane. "Are you ok?" "God! I'm fine." "Ok, just tell me other wise." "Will do!" I went to my tent and fell asleep. I woke up to Lori shaking me. "Dinner is ready." I nodded and sat up. "Sounds good, what are we having?" "Fish, Amy and Andrea caught them." "Ok, let's go." I smiled.

We walked towards the campfire and sat down. I ate some of my food and laughed along with everyone's jokes and their stories. "(Y/n), what was Shane like growing up?" Jacqui asked, "Here we go." Shane laughed. "He was the type of brother that would do anything for his little sister, including tea parties and dress ups, oh and the make-up and hair do's oh and this one -" "Ok enough of that." Shane cut me off. "I was going to say this one time I fell out of the tree in our backyard, I would’ve been about 12, I broke my arm and Shane was in the hospital with me, he bought me chocolates and balloons and a flower, that happened to be dead." Everyone awed. "And where do you think you're going?" Andrea asked Amy as Amy stood up. "I'm going to go and pee.. So much for being discreet around here." We all laughed. I started to play with my food, not feeling well, and the fact that daryl probably hates me right now. "(Y/n)?" "Huh? What?" I asked. "I said are you ok?" morales asked "Oh, I'm-"

I was cut off by a loud scream, both Andrea and I looked over to where Amy was, now being eaten alive by a walker. Everyone started running and yelling, grabbing weapons. Carl was with Lori, and Sophia with Carol. I grabbed my knife and started to help with killing the walkers. One was coming up behind Shane, so I ran up behind it and stabbed it with my knife. "(Y/n/n)! Get in the RV now!" Shane scolded. "No! Shane I am helping." I said killing another walker. "I am not risking your life! So get inside!" He stated killing one also. "No Shane! And that's final!" I said as I killed more and more walkers. I dropped my knife, a walker cornering me ,and everyone was pretty much out of ammo, when all of a sudden an arrow went through the walkers head, making it fall on me. I pushed it off of me. There were then gunshots and soon after the walkers were dead, I heard a snarl turning around, I seen one behind me, an arrow lodging itself through its eye, I stood frozen. I felt two hands on my shoulders. "Are you ok?" Daryl asked. I started to function properly again and I hugged him. “I needed you and you weren't here." I whispered "I was trying to get Merle.” "And how did that work out for you? I don’t see him anywhere!” I pushed him off me. “What is wrong with ya?” He snapped. I scoffed. “What is wrong with me? The group was just attacked and you went out on a rescue mission. I get that he is your brother, and I respect that. If it was Shane I would go back as well. Daryl we just lost our people.” “They might be your people, they sure as shit ain’t mine.” “Merle is a trigger happy idiot, he only cares for himself! He doesn't care for you!" "He is the only one that has ever cared for me he’s the only family i'll ever have!" He yelled. "You know what you're an ass!" I said pushing him backwards.  I walked away, and I sat with Andrea who was sitting over Amy's body. "I'm so sorry." I whispered, rubbing circles on her back. "It's not your fault." "I'll give you some time. If you need me, im here.” "Thank you." She whispered hugging me.  I got up and walked over to Shane. “You were an idiot out there! I told you to get to safety. What were you thinking?”  “Shane, if I didn’t help, we could’ve lost a lot more of our people.”  “I don’t care, we could’ve lost you.” "I know, but it should've been me not them, they were all good people Shane." "Don't say that." He scolded me as I hugged him. "They all were good people, we lost them, and If I lost my baby sister Id never." "What?" "Never be able to cope." "Shane?" "Yeah?" "You scared me the earlier today." "When?" "At the quarry." "I'm sorry." "I know." He hugged me close as he looked around for anymore possible threats.  After we were given the clear, we all sat down and grieved for our lost ones. After a few hours the sun was rising. I got up when I saw Daryl walking toward me. I tried to walk off when he grabbed my arm, pulling me over to him.  "What's wrong with you Lately?” "Nothing that you can do about it anyway." "Honestly why are you being a bitch?" I know that what he said wasn't bad, but it hurt like hell, hormones of being pregnant I guess. Normally I would take being called a bitch into my stride. I saw Jacqui looking at me, she started to walk over.

"Dixon, treat her with more respect! She doesn't deserve this." She said walking away with me. “Mind ya own business. Stuck up-”

Before I could process what was happening my hand collided with his face. Everyone’s faces were shocked when I turned around. "I guess you and merle are more alike Thani thought Daryl." I said to him grabbing Jacqui's hand and walking away. "Why would you do that?" She asked. "Because you definitely don't deserve to be spoken to like that.” I looked back and saw him walking to help everyone else. "Sit down honey, we will do this." I nodded and sat down.

"Why do we all get stuck with doing work, you don't have to do anything?" Jim asked. "Jim, shut up" Shane snapped. He did as told and continued working. Lori came over to me and started talking.

"Still haven't told him yet?" "No." "Honey." "I know. It’s just hard." I looked over to where he was, angrily shoving the pick-axe into the dead skulls, to make sure, sweat on his forehead. “A walker got him!" Jacqui called out.  I looked over to Jim and Jacqui, everyone rushing over to where they were. I pushed everyone out of the way and he held the shovel tighter to protect himself. Someone pushed me behind them protectively, coming face to face with a pair of angel wings. "Show us." Daryl said, still making sure I was there. After a minute of arguing Shane ripped Jim's shirt up, revealing the gruesome bite. Lori sat down with Jim as the rest of us moved away and started talking.  "We should put a pick-axe through his skull and the dead girls and be done with it." Daryl stated. "For the love of god, the mans still alive." T-dog whispered. "Only a matter of time." Daryl replied loudly, making us look at Jim. "How long does it have to kill you?" Glenn asked quietly "I've never seen a survivor of a bite before, have you?" Jacqui asked. I shook my head. "I'm not going to take a chance." Daryl said turning around, "No Daryl, if we do that, that's our humanity gone and I am not-" "You're not what?" Daryl asked suspiciously. "Nothing, I don't feel too good." I said backing up.  My breath hitched in my throat and I turned around and ran. I didn't get far as I dropped to my knees, heaving and gagging. "Oh shit!" I heard Shane, shortly after the sound of footsteps came close and someone was kneeling beside me. "Are you ok?" Shane asked me. I shook my head in response. After what seemed like forever I finally got all of the contents of my stomach out. I reached out for Shane and he helped me up slowly. I turned around and saw everyone staring at me. The girls all knew and so did Dale and Shane. Daryl looked at me and sighed.  "We're you bit?" He asked aloud from a distance making sure everyone could hear. "No, It's just the smell, it's getting to me, and I didn't eat much." I covered up. "Daryl, if she was bit, she'd have a fever." "Shane, I need to tell him.” He nodded in response. "Daryl! Come here.” Daryl nodded.  We walked over to where my tent is. “What? I need to get rid of ‘em.” He motioned to the bodies. “What I am about to tell you is really important. I really, really like you Daryl.” “Get on with it, we don’t have all day.” He rolled his eyes, with his arms crossed. “Daryl, I’m pregnant.” Breathed out. “Na, you ain’t.” “I am, I took two tests.” “It ain’t mine. It’s probably T-dogs. You two are close.” “Are you being serious?” “We always used condoms. It ain’t mine.” “Daryl. It’s your baby. I’ve only been with you. Condoms can break.” He shook his head. “We have been together every second night if not every night, since we started this thing between us, there is no way that this isn’t your baby.” He stormed off, grabbing his crossbow.  I stood there alone, watching him walk away and start loading corpses into his truck. I waited until he was out of sight, until I made my way back to the others. "Are you alright?" Lori asked as I rejoined what was left of our small group. “I told him. He is mad, thinks I slept with T-dog.” "You should've said something." "I tried. Numerous times." "Don't stress, it isn't good for the baby." She said hugging me. I heard a branch snap.  "I think we should deal with this right now!" I heard daryl yell, coming out of the woods raising his crossbow at Jim. Rick raised his gun a Daryl's head. "We don't kill the living." "Says the one with a gun to my head." "Daryl, put it down. Please." I whispered the last part softly touching his arm, making him slowly lower the crossbow, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. Rick lowered his gun and I saw Daryl glare at him. "Come with me." Rick looked at Jim. "Where are you taking me?" "Somewhere safe" Rick said taking him to the RV.  After about an hour Amy woke up. Andrea had shot her at least five minutes after she awoke. I watched her wrap her own sister up in a white sheet. "(Y/n)?" I heard Rick ask. "Yeah?" "I need you to stay here and watch Jim as we bury the others." "Yeah, I'll do it." "No you aren't!" I head both Daryl and Shane protest. I looked at them both. "Why not?" I challenged. I saw Shane back up a bit. "What if he turns, and you get bit." Daryl snapped. “Look im an adult, not that you’d care at this point, regarding our previous conversation Dixon. I won't, because i'll have this." I said pulling my knife out of my boot. Daryl shot Rick a glare. "If she gets hurt I'm going to stomp your ass." He threatened leaving. Shane looked at him and walked away. "Go, I'll watch him." I smiled Rick thanked me before joining his wife and son. I climbed up into the RV and saw Carol sitting there looking after him.  "You can go, it’s my turn to look over him." I smiled weakly. "Are you sure? I-" "Carol, you have to bury your husband. Sophia needs you honey." I hugged her. "I-ill be back soon." Carol stuttered with tears slowly running down her face. I nodded and sat down. "How are you going to do it?" Jim asked coughing "Do what?" "End this" "Jim. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." I smiled dampening a cloth and wiping the sweat off of his head. "Thank you." He panted. "Would you like a drink?" "Please." I got up and went to the refrigerator grabbing the bottle of water that had been placed in there. I walked back to Jim. He couldn't hold the bottle still he was shaking that bad. "Here, I'll help." I steadied the bottle to his mouth and he drank. I pulled the bottle away and done the cap up. "I- I never got to say congratulations." He said with a weak and tired smile. "Thanks." I whispered. He went to smile but he started to cough, I handed him the red bucket that he had become far to familiar with. Blood was coming up with each cough. After a few minutes he stopped. "I'm sorry you have to look over me." "Jim, please stop saying sorry." He nodded his head. I heard a voice outside of the RV and looked out of the window. I saw almost everyone walking back. Jacqui came in and sat down next to me. "It's my watch honey." She stated. "Are-" "Just go, I'm surprised that you put up with me that long." Jim softly laughed. "Honestly Jim! You make me sound horrible." I said amused. He smiled at me and I smiled back. "I'm going to see you soon okay?" I asked. He nodded his head. I slowly walked out of the RV. I went to my tent and entered it.

I laid down on my sleeping bag and looked at the tarp that lay above. I heard footsteps outside of my tent, followed by Daryl entering and laying next to me. He pulled me close and I rested my head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry for snapping earlier." He spoke. "I'm sorry for not telling you when I was originally going to." “When was that?” "You were angry at everyone for leaving merle on that Roof, I tried To tell you then.” The tent was quiet, I could only hear Daryls breath, and my own. “Im 3-4 weeks along-” "It's been decided. We're heading to the CDC" he cut me off. "Rick or Shane's idea?" "Ricks" "I bet Shane wasn't happy about that." I laughed.  The silence was too much, I lifted my head and kissed his lips softly, him kissing back. The kiss slowly turned into a heated make out session. "(Y/n)! We're leaving in 20!" Shane called out interrupting us. I pulled away. "Cock-block" Daryl groaned. I softly laughed. I got my back pack and daryl got his crossbow and his bag. "I'll put our things with Merle's bike in the truck." Daryl said taking my bag. I sighed as I started to take our tent apart. "Here, let me help you." I looked up to see Lori. "Thanks." "You should be doing the light stuff." "I'm fine with this honestly." “If you say so." She said.  I looked over to see Shane walk over. "Ok ladies, this is a mans job." He said pulling the tent apart. Lori scoffed and left. After 5 minutes Shane looked at me.  "And that is how you pack away a tent." "Nice job. Now take it to the RV with the other tents." I smiled sweetly. He rolled his eyes as he grabbed it and started to walk away. I walked to where the rest of the group was.  "Now, everyone stay on channel 40, but keep the chatter down. Jim will stay in the RV with Jacqui, so he is in good hands. Questions?" Rick asked I shook my head but morales stood up, his family joining. "We're not going." I looked at him shocked. "What?" I asked in disbelief. "Heading the opposite way, we've got family in Birmingham." He finished. "You won't make it alone." Rick said. "We'll take our chances." "That's a lot of pressure to hold on yourself." "We can handle it." Miranda said with a soft smile. "I really think-" "I've got to do what's best for my family." Morales spoke Rick nodded his head. "I understand. Channel 40 ... If you change your mind." He softly smiled back. Morales nodded. We all said our goodbyes and they got into the van. After a while they where out of sight. "Is everyone ready to go?" "Yeah." "Yep." "Sure." We all piled into out vehicles. The RV pulled out onto the road, Rick following behind in the Cherokee, then T-dog in the church van, Daryl and myself and then Shane following in his jeep.....  The journey so far has been silent, we’ve been on the road for about 20 minutes. I put my head on the window and sighed. "What's wrong with ya?" Daryl asked "Nothing." "Bullshit." “Im just tired?” “It ain’t that.” “It’s not important.” "Fine." We sat in silence for at least another 5 minutes, when everyone in front of us had started to pull up. "What the hell?" Daryl started. We both got out and gathered around the front of the RV. "What happened?" I asked "It's the hose, it's completely shot." Dale sighed. "I thought you fixed it earlier." I commented. "Yeah, didn't you jury-rig it or something?" Rick asked. "It's not holding, I was going to strip the cube van." "Shit." Shane sighed. "There's got to be a gas station, or an abandoned car between here and the highway." Rick sighed. We all traded wary looks. "Glenn, Dale, it shouldn't take us long." Rick stated. "I'll go this time." Shane piped up. "You sure?" "Yeah, you stay with your family." Shane said putting some things in his jeep. I looked at Daryl. "Shane!" I called after him. He turned around. "What?" "Be safe" He nodded. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Your brother is the toughest son of a bitch there is." I heard Rick say removing his hand. "You don't say" I chuckled. "I never knew that Shane had a sister." I sighed. "Well, I wasn't the best person to be related to, I was 14 when our parents died, I was in Shane's custody , Shane and I got into a huge fight causing Shane to move out. He left me with my fathers brother who was an alcoholic, he was an abusive drunk, I almost died a few times, so I-I ran away, Shane doesn't know about our uncle. I stole from a gas station, that at the time earlier in the same week a someone tried to hold it up, so they had a few police men stationed there. I refused to tell them who my family was, because I at the time I was on my own, I mean Shane was alive, I thought he hated me, my uncle was a drunk who would get me into more trouble, my parents were dead and if they Weren't they'd be disappointed. It turns out, my cousin worked at the station and he called our grandmother, she took me in and helped me through everything, she had gotten me a job at the bakery that she worked at, she swore she'd never tell Shane about any of this, she kept to her word and didn't, after 6 years of living with her on the out skirts of King County, she had passed, and I re-united with my brother at our grams funeral. When the outbreak hit he showed up at our grandmothers house with Lori and Carl. For quite a chunk of our lives, Shane and I lost contact. Which is why you haven’t heard about me.” By the time I had finished everyone was standing with us listening. "Sorry." I whispered. "Don't be." "What were you two fighting about?" Dale asked. Memories came flooding back. "I-I- dont remember." I lied pushing past people.

I was waiting, for two and a half hours. I was at the movies with a friend, it had finished at 7.15pm. I was 14, Shane was meant to pick me up. So at 9.20 I decided to walk home, it was a twenty minute drive from home to the cinema, he should’ve been here by now. It was 9.55 by the time I got home. Shane was no where to be seen. I sat on the bottom step, watching the front door, waiting for my brother to walk in. Surely he had a good reason to not be there when he said he would. After an hour of waiting, Shane still wasn’t home. I stood up, and got a glass of water to take with me to bed. I hear the door open and I walked over to see Shane walk in with three women, Barely dressed, caked faces. The girls were giggling, Shane was plastered. They ignored me and made their way up the stairs and into the master room. The next day the girls left, and Shane walked out, pleased with himself. "What was that a new record?" I asked sourly. "What's up your ass?" He scoffed. “You forgot about me again.”  “No I didn’t.” “The movie finished at 7.15 last night and I waited until 9.20 for you.” “I had plans.”  “I could see that.”  “You got home, it’s not a big deal.”  “To you it might not be. But it is to me Shane, you promised. Mom and dad can’t come pick me up because you forgot.” “So what? You’re okay. You’re grown. Deal with it.” “Shane-“ “I can’t fucking do this. Im not your father, I don’t want you.” Shane grabbed a coat and left. This time he didn’t come back.

I walked to the truck, grabbed my bag and pulled out my water bottle, taking a sip. "What are ya doing?" Daryl asked. I offered my bottle to him, for him to shake his head. I put the bottle back. “I was thirsty.” I responded.  “Are you okay?” "Sure." I said shoving my bag back into the truck. I tried to push past but he blocked me. "Don't start." He said. “Start what?”  “Being a bitch.” “You gonna hit me like ed hit me, knock me on my ass? Go on, take your shot." I slightly raised my voice. Pure anger went through his eyes. "When did he hit you?!" He said raising his voice only that the two of us could hear. “It doesn’t matter, im okay.” I replied, softly pushing him out of the way. I walked to where T-dog and Jacqui were sitting. "You alright, I saw you two talking.” Jacqui asked. “Yeah im good.” "I'm sorry." T-dog said "About?" "Your past." "Don't be, that's why it's in the past, we gotta keep, keeping on.” They both smiled. "(Y/n)!" I turned my head and saw Lori, signalling for me to goto her. "I'll talk to you guys later." I smiled.

I walked to the Cherokee and stood with her. "Hey, is everything okay?" "Yeah it's fine, word of advice.." "Yeah." "Fit in as much sex before you start growing bigger, trust me." She whispered I laughed causing everyones attention to land on us. "Don't make me laugh, I doubt we will be even sleeping next to each other." "Why?" "I don’t think this is something he wants.” "Daryl loves you, I can see it in his eyes." I looked over to where Daryl was, talking with Rick about whatever. I heard a rustle in a bush and grabbed my knife. Lori heard it too, pushing the kids behind her. I looked to where Daryl was with Rick and they were still talking, so were the others. "(Y/n). Don't."

I ignored Lori's protests and started walking. I saw a squirrel, torn to shreds on the ground, and saw a walker eating another one. I quietly snuck up behind it and as it turned around I shoved the knife into its skull, blood now all over my knife and a little bit on my shirt.

I heard a twig snap behind me and I turned around, running into a hard chest. "You shouldn't be alone out here." "Daryl you scared the shit out of me.” “I don’t want you out here alone.” “Daryl. I’m not a doll.” I snapped. Moving around him and heading back to the cars, he grabs my waist and pull me into him, kissing me hard, dropping his crossbow. I kissed back with just as much force. He licked my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I parted my mouth and our tongues fought for dominance. My hands slipped under his vest and ran over his chest. He held me close, not letting me go. We were interrupted by a snapping twig. There was a walker, it was coming toward us. He walked in front of me and grabbed the crossbow, shooting it in the eye. "We should go back." I whispered. "Yeah." He nodded. He grabbed my hand and we walked back to the others.

"Are you okay?" Lori asked as soon as she saw me. "Yeah, I'm fine. We just talked." "Are you going to use my advice?" "To be honest. We kind of tried that then, until a walker ruined it. My sex drive is on high and I just." "I know, I was exactly like that when i was pregnant with Carl." I saw Shane pull up in the jeep, getting out and handing the hose to dale. Glenn and dale started to work on the hose. "It will only take me a few minutes." Dale said looking back to everyone. "Everyone, let's get ready to head out, as soon as the RV is fixed we are moving out." Shane called. Shane made his was to his jeep, passing the RV door. It opened, Rick carrying Jim.  "What is going on?" Shane asked Rick. "Rick?" I asked "He doesn't want to go any further." Rick said regretting it. Rick carried Jim to a tree and set him down against it. "Are we just going to leave him here?" Glenn asked "No! We can't. It isn't right!" I protested. "Please just go." Jim sighed softly. We all stood there, looking at Jim. "He wants to die peacefully." Andrea spoke up. We all looked at her. Rick got out a bottle of water and placed it beside Jim. "What the hell man?!" Daryl asked. "He's made his decision, I can't force him, I can't force anyone of you." "What's the point of going to the CDC then? we're close." Shane said. "I think it's still the right plan." Rick argued softly "He can't take the bouncing around in that thing, look at him." Carol sighed. We all looked at him. Shane focused on Rick. "We're really just walking away? I don't want to live with that." Shane said. "Shouldn't we.. You know?" T-dog asked. Rick cut him down with a glare.

Andrea kneeled and kissed Jim's forehead, she stood back up and turned away. Glenn stood forward. "Hang in there bro." Dale follows. "Good luck." "I really wish that we weren't doing this, but it is what you want and I respect that.” I said kneeling and kissing his forehead, and wiping his hair away from his eyes. I stood up and walked to the pick up. Daryl looked at Jim and nodded coldly, the followed me to the truck. The others followed with their goodbyes. The RV pulled out slowly, all of us following pursuit. Looking out of the window I share one last smile at Jim. Series Masterlist Next Part

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My Girl

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 2,858

Summary: During a hunt with her boyfriend, the reader is left alone for a brief moment. And in that short span of time, she’s fighting for her life with no sign of surviving.

Requested by: @leej2468 #17 - “This is going to hurt.” #82 - “I trust you.” - Daryl and the reader are on a run and something went wrong. The reader is injured with a dislocated shoulder.

Warnings: season 2 spoilers? fluff, injury, dislocated shoulder, the usual walking dead violence, language and such with possible typos.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry if Daryl seems a little out of character? He does, but then he doesn’t to me. I mean... he’s so comfortable with the reader especially since they’ve known each other for years so like it makes sense??? Also, I don’t think is the greatest, but it’s what I came up with :/ Anywho, I hope you all enjoy the fic nonetheless!!

The gifs I use aren’t mine, so all credit goes to their respective owners.

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Hearing them crunch beneath you, the rest of the colorful autumn leaves gracefully fell down around you as you trekked in front of Daryl. The sun was bright as hell, giving you a substantial amount of warmth while a gust of breeze would travel your way every so often. During this time of year, it was a tad colder considering winter was just around the corner which meant extra layers to wear, hunting and going on runs almost everyday to stock up on supplies… and snow.

“Dixon, I can feel your eyes on me,” you teased before you turned around to see him with a big smirk on his face, not ashamed he had gotten caught. You and the hunter were very close before the apocalypse, best of friends even though you harbored a crush on him. Merle would tease his brother about making a move or tell you guys to shut up and just kiss already. Sometimes he would even take it upon himself to flirt with you, but it was just all fun and games. Later on, Daryl had told you it was to make him jealous, a part of Merle’s stupid plan to get you two together. In the end, you two had finally admitted your feelings at the farm after Daryl came back with an arrow in his side. Merle would be proud that his little baby brother finally got the girl.

“Gotta nice view.” You snorted and shook your head, stopping in your tracks to walk in sync next to the archer who stared at you, amused. Your hands brushed together, the both of you thinking the same thing as you intertwined them. Daryl brought your linked hands together and pressed a soft kiss, smiling as he did so, looking at you while you giggled. He was a big softie even though he denied it every time, but you both knew you were right, hell even the group teased him about it.

“I hope we can bring back something good because the squirrels we caught aren’t going to be enough,” you brought up after a few minutes of silently walking. Daryl tugged on the rope of squirrels on his shoulder while he rubbed your hand with his thumb, trying to comfort you.

“Hey, we’ll be fine. We always find a way.” You were still worried, but you nodded nonetheless. Winter was coming and the group was going out on runs everyday to stock up on can goods and other supplies, so you didn’t have to go out of hibernation as Carl liked to call it. You and Daryl were the ones in charge of hunting and occasionally going on runs as well. Squirrels and other small animals were the only thing that you guys saw and caught, but you needed more especially since Lori was pregnant. You needed a deer or something. One deer could last you a couple weeks to a month, maybe less considering you had a whole group to feed, but maybe more if you rationed properly.

After an hour of endlessly walking through the woods, you had snagged two rabbits and a squirrel. You were disappointed, so Daryl suggested another hour before you guys would head back and maybe you could get a deer heading home. You highly doubted it, but you were damn hopeful. If not, then you’d be out there tomorrow.

You and Daryl came at an impasse, the path you were sticking to was interrupted by a steep hill that lead down to a shallow river. The both of you decided to go along the edge, still hopeful that you’d find a deer. Maybe a deer was drinking some water? Wouldn’t that be something.

“Do you remember the way back to the place we’re staying at?” You rolled your shoulders and readjusted your grip on your compound bow, feeling tired and stiff from all the walking you had done. You had been hunting for roughly two hours and the thought of retreating back ‘home’ for three more hours exhausted you. You were definitely making Glenn rub your feet and massage your shoulders when you get back.

He playfully scoffed and gave you a ‘of-course-I-do’ look. “Hey, I just thought I’d ask, ‘cause I sure as hell don’t remember.” Your boyfriend shook his head with a smirk before striding ahead, making you groan since your feet were killing you. You were usually fine with all the hunting and traveling, but you weren’t used to doing it every single day for hours on end, especially with bouncing from one location to another. The farm became your safe haven and you were hoping to find another one.

“Daryl,” you whined. “My feet are killing me, can we-” Daryl whipped around with his finger over his chapped lips, signalling you to shut your mouth. Any other time, you’d question him, but considering you were in the apocalypse and trusted him, you kept quiet and halted your movements. Your brows were furrowed though, letting him know you were beyond confused. Was it walkers, people?

The hunter quickly motioned for you to come to him, so you carefully stepped beside him. He pointed in front of you, over your shoulder, and at first you couldn’t see anything, but then you squinted and saw the bushes move. Your eyes widened as you let out a breathless chuckle, smiling at the sight before you… a deer. Since the mammal was a little bit far, you could only see their head peeking out of all the greenery, chewing on their meal as they scanned the area.

“I’m gonna go get that deer, ya stay here,” Daryl whispered, earning a nod from you before he went in the direction the deer was in. Since he was capable of catching a deer alone, you took the opportunity to sit down near the edge of the hill and rest. Setting down your bow, you untied one of your boots to massage your foot. You closed your eyes at the sensation, moaning to yourself and enjoying the sound of the stream flowing beneath. You stretched your leg and went to put your shoe back on before soothing your other foot, but suddenly footsteps and growls could be heard from behind you.

You hurriedly unsheathed your dagger from your ankle holster, discarding your shoe, and whipped around to see two walkers very close to you and another making its way over. Mentally cursing yourself for letting your guard down, you stabbed one in its skull, struggling to keep the other away from you, but it kept nabbing onto your parka. As you were about to withdraw your blade, you took a step back to get away from the dead, but your foot never made contact with the ground.

You tumbled down the hill, hitting numerous branches and rocks with the walker not far behind. Instinctively, you covered your face with your arms and grunted at the harsh contact your body was suffering from. A shriek left your lips, the hill had hills within them like a roller-coaster or a series of waves, making you pop fly up before hitting the ground hard. Something struck your shoulder, making you wince as you rolled down further, finally coming to a stop in the water.

The calf deep water was ice cold as you struggled to get up, the excruciating pain in your right shoulder preventing you from doing so easily. You couldn’t sit there and clutch onto your injury, you had to fight for your life first. Not knowing where your other knife had gone, you searched frantically for something to aid you in killing the walker that was coming towards you. The third walker that you had almost forgotten about was rolling down the hill, so you needed to find something quick.

As you were sliding backwards with your injured arm hugging your torso, your hand hit something big and solid. Gripping the object, you gave the creature a blow to the head once it stooped in front of you, and it fell over along with the rock that slipped from your grasp. You panicked and went to reach for it, but the last walker had gotten on top of you. Despite the pain, you wrapped one hand around its throat while the other tried to fight off its hands, not wanting to be ripped open like Dale.

This was it. You were going to die. You were going to die and never see your family again- never see Daryl again. He wasn’t too far away from you and he would blame himself when he would find your lifeless body. You wanted to scream his name, but you couldn’t… nothing audible would come out. The inevitable was about to happen, but you kept fighting, you weren’t about to give up even though your thoughts were. The walker was growling and snapping its jaw, inching closer and closer as you grew weak in fending it off.

All of a sudden, an arrow was staring just inches away from your face, sticking through the walker’s eye, making yours widen in shock. Tears streamed down your face as you shoved the dead weight off, hearing your name and quick paced footsteps splash the water coming towards you. Daryl kneeled beside you and set his crossbow down before you immediately wrapped your uninjured arm around his neck tight, trying not to have a panic attack. You buried your face in the crook of his neck and cried, feeling him secure his arms around your waist even tighter. You were soaking wet, but he didn’t seem to care.

After a couple minutes, you loosened your grasp and withdrew, feeling a pair of hands on the sides of your face. The archer’s piercing blues were glossy, scanning your features and he rubbed your tears away with his thumbs. Your hands went to hold his wrists while your lip quivered, trying to hold back your cries.

“I… I couldn’t call for… for you. It wouldn’t… it wouldn’t let me,” you choked, motioning to your throat. Daryl shook his head and embraced you once again, whispering that it was alright, that you were safe now. As much as you wanted to stay in his arms, your shoulder was killing you and you let out an involuntary wince causing Daryl to quickly retreat with worried, apologetic eyes.

You instantly caressed his cheek. “It’s okay, just my shoulder. It’s fuckin’ killin’ me. I think… I must’ve dislocated it.”

“Here, lemme see.” Whimpering in pain, you shrugged off your jacket with Daryl’s help. You were wearing a black long sleeve shirt that was low cut, exposing the top of your chest. Your boyfriend only had to move the fabric near you shoulder a tad before seeing your bone was, in fact, out of place.

“Uh, I don’t think it’s supposed to look like that,” you mumbled, grimacing at the sight. Daryl was quiet, so you glanced up to see him already staring at you with sympathetic eyes that were also nervous. Him biting his lip also being a dead give away.

“Do ya trust me?” You furrowed your brows and frowned thinking it was a stupid question. Of course you did, you’d put your life in his hands, hell, he saved you from that walker just mere moments ago.

By the look on your face, he knew you thought it was stupid to ask, but you were going to hate him for what he had to do next. “Just spit it out, Dixon. I’m in a lot of pain right now and will be for weeks. Not to mention I’m soaking wet and not in the good way.”

Daryl softly chuckled, but it quickly dissipated when he softly grabbed your wrist that was cradled against your chest, with both of his hands, making you swallow thickly. “This is going to hurt.”

“I trust you,” you smiled even though you weren’t looking forward to what he was about to do.

He slowly stretched your arm out in front of you and began to bring it towards him, pulling until the ball of your arm bone would go back into your shoulder socket. You bit your lip hard and shut your eyes as he continued to tug, which made you lean back so you didn’t go forward. Suddenly, you heard a pop followed by a sensation, it still hurt like hell, but it felt normal.

Daryl shrugged off his winged vest before peeling off his leather jacket and brought his knife up to it. You hurriedly placed your palm over his hand that gripped the bladed weapon. “No, Daryl, just use my jacket. Besides, it’s wet and I can’t use it.” You lifted the black material and offered it to him.

He shook his head and pointed at it with his knife. “Nah, it’s ya favorite jacket, just gonna use mine.”

“But that’s your only jacket.”

He looked down at his jacket and huffed as he peered back up at you. “Yer stubborn, ya know that?” He gravelly said, snatching your parka in a jokingly manner, making you smile and nod.

You watched in bewilderment as he meticulously cut up your jacket and maneuvered it around your injury, the perfect makeshift sling. Honestly, you didn’t pay attention to how he managed to put your arm in a sling and knot it, you couldn’t help but stare at him the entire time in awe. You thought you were going to faint when he wrapped you in his jacket despite your protests.

He sat back and stared at his work satisfied. “It feel alright? I can readjust-”

“It’s perfect.” You leaned over and pecked his lips, brushing some hair out of his face, staring into his orbs with tears brimming your own. “Thank you.” You weren’t just thanking him for creating your sling, but for saving your life… for loving you.

The archer shook his head with his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles and knowing your appreciation had a deeper meaning. “Ain’t gotta thank me, gotta take care of my girl.”

Butterflies flew crazy in your stomach and you could feel your heart almost pound out of your chest. His girl. You don’t think you would ever get over the fact that he was yours and you were his.

Daryl tapped your thigh, pulling you out of your trance before standing up, offering his hand to the only one you could use. When you accepted, his attention went down to your feet and by his befuddled reaction you followed. “Where’s ya shoe?”

You nervously chuckled, wiping your eyes before they could release tears. Scratching the back of your head, you glanced over to the ground above that you were once on, averting your eyes away so he wouldn’t notice. Oh, but he sure did. He did a double take, catching on and glared at you, waiting for an answer.

“I may or may not have… taken my shoe off ‘cause my feet were killin’ me which then led me to get jumped ‘cause I wasn’t payin’ attention like an idiot,” you confessed rapidly with a small voice, shutting your eyes to prepare yourself for the scolding he was about to do. When no words were spoken, you cautiously opened one eye to see him with a tiny smile. “Why are you lookin’ at me like that?” You questioned, tugging his jacket tighter around your frame.

Your boyfriend shrugged, his smile more evident before he grabbed his crossbow off the ground and began to walk across the river. Having no other choice but to follow, you huffed. What a tease. “So what’s your plan, smart guy?”

“Walk down the river ‘til there’s an easier path ta the top. I’m gettin’ deja vu just bein’ down here n’ we ain’t gonna try climbin’ with ya bein’ all crippled.

You rolled your eyes even though he was right. There was no chance in hell that you were going to be able to get back up there regardless if he helped you or not. “Crippled my ass. I could still put up a fight,” you mumbled grumpily, imagining yourself whooping some ass one-handed. “Also, that reminds me… my dagger’s up there in a walker’s skull.”

“Alright macho girl, we’ll get ‘em along with our food. I dropped everythin’ ta slide down and getcha.”

You scoffed at the nickname… wait, food? FOOD! Your near-death experience and detour made you forget why you were out there in the first damn place. “Wait a minute, what happened to that deer? Did you get it?” You sped up to walk alongside the archer, excitement and hope flooding your features as you grabbed onto his arm, waiting for his face to show any sign of an answer.

He continued to walk as if you weren’t there which earned a tug on his forearm and a plea for him to spit it out. Daryl peered down at you with a smirk and with that you snaked your arm around his neck from the side to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“I can’t wait to tell everyone I got hurt ‘cause I fought off a bunch of walkers to get the deer before they could,” you proudly said, skipping in front of a very confused Daryl.

“Aye, don’ ya dare!”

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