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sleepyangelkami · 4 months

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Recently got into the walking dead and let me just say i’m obsessed with your carl fics. It’s alarming how many times i’ve read them lmao.

CLINGY c.grimes

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CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - being clingy was the most natural thing in you and carl's relationship after all the trauma you'd both endured. but when things get too much for carl, he shuts you out, leaving you to assume only the worst.

☆ WARNINGS - clingy relationship, crying, blood, gore, mentions of death, walkers, mean!carl, yelling, stress, mentions of violence, weapons, (2) use of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

clingy was a word you had much distaste for.

when the world literally ended, there wasn't much to do aside from survive and hold onto your loved ones. you'd been alone so long, people slowly falling, dying, leaving. before you knew it, it was just you and the group you'd found. well, they'd found you.

more specifically, he'd found you.

the boy with the sheriff's hat, eyeing you with his gun in the air. you made no sudden movements, eyes cast down on the ground as if you didn't care whether or not the bullet would fly from his gun.

it was just you in the house they'd raided. you didn't have a family, nor a group. just you, covered in blood, starved and in a kind of fetal position, knees pressed against your chest as you eyed the pool of blood surrounding you. some of your own, some from the ones before.

when you'd met the group, you had nothing. dead parents, dead siblings, nothing seemed to matter anymore. the world was gone, the people you loved either dead, taking the easy way out or leaving it to the walkers. or perhaps they'd left you, walking out when things got tough, leaving you and the remains of your family behind.

the screams from outside of the house would alert you of their soon fate afterwards.

you opened up, albeit it was slow.

you liked to believe there was an instant connection between you and the boy. he lowered his gun almost instantly, realising you weren't a threat behind the blood and glassy eyes. how he'd known, you weren't sure. he just did.

he rushed towards you, calling downstairs for his father in a panic.

you didn't speak much at first, staring when he'd offered his name. carl grimes. the boy you'd soon learn to love.

and with time, you made a new family. daryl dixon was a good idea for a father, you soon learned, carol sort of alike a mother when she snuck you an extra one of her homemade cookies.

you lost others, more fell. but you and carl never frayed.

rick and michonne would always catch you together, smiling and looking at one another knowingly. it was safe to say that it was no surprise when carl announced you were together. after all, you were practically joined by the hip.

this brings us back to the beginning. the word clingy.

you hated the word as much as you hated the death surrounding you. could anyone truly be clingy in a world like this? is anyone really too much? you liked to believe that there was no such thing as too much anymore. people died, left, separated. any day could be someone's last. you'd prefer to know that you'd spent all the time with them as you could.

if that was clingy, then so be it.

carl was used to this side of you, he catered to it, if anything, he matched it. he was used to the way you laid against him, talking lowly as he went about his tasks.

there was a grey cloud looming over alexandria at a time like this. the survivors were getting more powerful and it was plaguing carl's mind. you did your best to be as gentle as you possibly could, attempting to console the boy but it seemed no matter what you did, he would find himself bubbling over with anger.

"will you pass me the carving knife?" he cut you off mid-speech, ignoring the way your lips instantly shut closed, eyes searching your side of the table.

you weren't hanging from the boy as you usually were, picking at his hands and fingers, playing with them as though they were dough. you weren't snuggling into him while he placed his arm around you. your normal routine simply didn't exist with the past week or so.

but if space was what he needed, you were more than happy to offer that to him. "okay." you mumbled, picking up the knife you thought was the carving knife and passing it to him.

you didn't know much about knives and guns, usually sitting your head on your knees and listening to the boy speak about them. yet, every time he told you what was what and their intent, everything went in one ear and out the other. he'd often admire the way you asked a thousand questions over, one's he'd already answered. he'd only smile, answering them again.

now you realised perhaps you should have been listening.

apparently, you'd passed him the wrong one. you heard what you assumed was a swear pass his lips in a whisper as he placed the knife back to the table roughly. "what's wrong?" you questioned softly, watching him pick up a thinner knife, sanding it down with the block in his hand.

"got the wrong one." but his voice was anything but the gentle carl you knew and loved. this one was sort of mean, a tone of anger behind his words. "how many times have i explained all of them to you? i mean, you still don't know, seriously?"

it seemed as though the dark cloud over alexandria had moved into the room belonging to carl grimes. you found yourself sneaking your knees closer to your chest, just like the day he'd found you. "sorry." you mumbled, glancing away.

confrontation wasn't exactly your forté.

it didn't help that fighting with carl was a rare experience. "maybe if you just listened to me every now and again we wouldn't have this problem."

offence took over your face, brows knitting together. "I do listen to you." but when he talked about things like knives and guns it was sort of hard for you to keep up.

a scoff left his lips. "sure you do." angry carl never failed to show you a different side of the boy you loved.

you stared at him in shock, wondering where the sudden attitude towards you was coming from. you knew he was stressed, understood it even but you'd done nothing to deserve the hatred being thrown your way.

that was when the shaky, "why're you being so mean?" left your lips.

like i said, confrontation wasn't something you practiced often. you were sort of unsure of where to go in this situation.

carl breathed out a ragged breath, practically throwing the tools onto the table. you jumped slightly, staring at him with widened eyes. "maybe you're the one being too clingy." his eyes stared into yours but they didn't look like the ones you'd fallen for so deeply. "just..." breathing through his nose. "just leave me alone for a bit, yeah?"

clearly, he wasn't in the mood for any of this.

and neither were you.

you spoke no words as you quickly scooped up the bag on the ground, making a haste exit towards the door. the sound of a quick sniffle before you shut the door closed was enough for the weighing bricks to fall down on carl.

the sudden severity of the situation dawned on the boy.

he'd made you cry.

and he swore never to be the cause of your tears.

he didn't run after you, though, much too caught up in his own head. the stress of the entire situation of the saviours was weighing on him too. he crashed his elbows onto the table, shoving his head between his hands and groaning. he wondered if he'd ever get anything right.

before he could get too far with the self pity, his bedroom door swung open to reveal his father.

"what was that?" the older man questioned, not giving a clue to what he was talking about. but carl could guess. "y/n just ran out of here crying, you have somethin' to do with that?"

in a moment like this, disappointed dad gazing at him, carl would have done anything to wipe that look off his face. "dad, you don't get it―" about to explain himself, weave out of whatever this was.

"i don't care." was the answer he gave, having better things to be doing than sorting out this teenage relationship himself. "fix it." and finally slamming the door.

rick always taught carl how respect worked, he punished him when he was wrong, rewarded him when he was right. he didn't teach him to act like this.

it was night fall when carl finally found himself walking around the town of alexandria. he was sort of hoping you were out here instead of back at home for he really didn't feel like speaking to daryl at the door and asking were you home. however, he searched every nook and cranny, every place you usually went when you were upset and yet he walked back empty handed, realising you definitely hadn't been outside.

finally, he found himself standing on your doorstep, sucking in a breath before knocking on the white door, the light from above shining down on his face making him squint.

the door opened to reveal carol, thankfully not daryl. carl really couldn't imagine what daryl would have to say to him right about now. he just hoped he was out hunting somewhere or other, at least then he wouldn't get the urge to haul the boy off his front porch.

"y/n?" is all carol questioned, she was dressed in her own hunting attire and carl could only guess that she was on her way out too.

he pressed his lips into a thin line. "she home."

the woman nodded. "upstairs." before swapping places with the boy, making her way outside while inviting him in. "carl." he looked towards her. "don't make me regret leaving you inside."

he only nodded, allowing her to close the door from the outside.

finally, the silence of your house enveloped him.

you, carol and daryl all lived in the same two story house but sometimes it seemed only you lived here. all the decorations were your work, pictures and photo frames, some of before, some of now, everything screamed... you.

it was that cosiness about you that made him fall for you all that time ago.

his boots found the stairs, making his way up and finding your bedroom door, the last door on the right hallway.

your door was white, a brass handle leading him into the room he'd seen a thousand times before.

he'd imagine your room at the other side of the door, pretty pink bedsheets with matching curtains. he'd found the curtains for you on a separate occasion, you'd been over the moon. and the pretty lights that decorated your walls along with the picture frames and the stuffed animal he'd found tucked away in your bloodied back so long ago, now fresh against your bed.

a sort of comfort from the world before.

he knocked, receiving no answer.

"sweetheart? it's carl." again, he was met with the mere silence as his fingertips hung heavy against the door handle. "i'm coming in, okay?" it wasn't a question, more like a warning.

when he did walk in, he was met with a sight he'd seen before.

tears coating the edges of your eyes, sitting criss-cross legged on your bed in your favourite pijamas, pretty stuffed toy between your legs. carl had seen this before, held you through it, comforted you and swore that whoever hurt you would pay. what was he to do now when he was the cause of your sorrow?

"hey, baby." his tone was as gentle as could be, making his way to sit next to you on the bed. "missed you."

you two were so different.

carl had the stubbornness of a mule, when things got tough he found it awfully hard to apologise, not that he ever had to do it much. though, he'd much prefer for everything to disappear in a blink of an eye, forget everything ever happened and go back to the way you two were.

and when you were upset? you shut off.

"i was thinking..." still avoiding the two words that would seemingly make it all okay. "maybe next week we can go someplace? find somewhere to hang out for the weekend, like a night away." his words prodded no reaction from you. "how's that sound, angel?"

a shrug was the only thing he was met with.

your glassy eyes strayed far from his, not even attempting to look him in the eyes. he sighed, unsure of where to go. "look at me, sweet girl." long fingers entrapping your chin and turning it towards him.

there was a pang of guilt as he looked in your glassy red eyes, evidence that you'd been crying earlier that day. and he'd been the cause of it.

finally, the long awaited. "I'm sorry." and carl the stubborn mule grimes didn't just apologise to anyone. "shouldn't have talked to you liked that, c'mere." in a time like this, all you needed was comfort, that was what compelled you to move with his hands, climbing into his lap. the sound of your soft cries soon filled his ears. "i know, i know, 'm so sorry." hand rubbing circles against your back, holding you close.

you didn't mean to cry the way you did, but the weight of the day collapsing on you was enough for you to cling to the boy.

you buried your head in the crook of his neck, wisps of his own hair in front of your face, his hat steady on his head as he held you so gently, as though you were made of glass.

a wobble of your bottom lip as you pulled away from the boy, holding your hands up to your face as if to shield yourself. there was something so scary about him seeing you cry. "i didn't..." your own voice cracking. "i didn't mean to be clingy."

his heart quite literally shattered.

"no, no." his voice sort of high pitched as he pulled your hands from your face. "no, you're not, sweetheart, i promise you're not."

you sniffled at the boy. "but you said―"

carl couldn't dare to hear the rest of such a sentence. "i didn't mean it, baby, i promise." he pulled you back towards his chest, head finding his neck again only this time you didn't cry as hard, mere sniffles leaving your nose. "was bein' an asshole, baby, 'm so sorry."

it'd take a while for you to believe him.

but he'd do whatever it took.

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cultofdixon · 8 months

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“I love you” told in a silent way

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Eldest Greene!Daughter • The archer and eldest Greene daughter grew close when they met and even turned into a few things. Little did they know that they were expecting • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - Implied Sex / Quickies / Hickeys / Biting • TW: Canon Violence / Injuries / Self Harm Scars / Nausea / Talks of Abortion / Amputation / Pregnancy & Birth

Requested by: Anon

Daryl tried to be sneaky when it came to getting one of Hershel’s horses. He thought it be easier to maneuver through the woods on horseback instead of his bike. Wouldn’t be as loud either.

The man didn’t know anything about horses. Especially with putting the saddle and reins on. But he was trying to be quick so that none of the Greenes would notice.

Little did he know he was being watched.

“You forgot the saddle pad. Protects their back from the saddle…the friction and all”

The youngest Dixon quickly dropped the saddle and didn’t think of aiming his crossbow given the woman he turned toward didn’t seem to be armed.

“Who the hell are you?”

“The owner of the horse you be takin’. Don’t care if you do just thought you might need a hand before you take off”

“I’ve got more questions first—-“

“You want a name or somethin’? Or like why didn’t I show my face when your group stumbled into the ranch with a half dead boy?” She tilted her head after saying all that, watching the man’s body relaxed when she said all that. “I’m Y/N Greene. The eldest Greene daughter and I didn’t show my face because I’m not all too friendly with strangers and my old man isn’t all too proud of me”

Now Daryl was completely relaxed for some strange feeling growing in his chest. This total stranger didn’t leave out anything in the initial meeting…he didn’t feel like he had to pull it out of her.

“Can I at least get your name?”

“Daryl. Uh Daryl Dixon”

“Well nice to meet yea. Let me help you get the saddle on and you can take’em wherever you need to go”

“Ain’t gonna like…question why I’d be takin’ your horse?”

“The best thing about being invisible…is I already know why you’re doing it so I’m gonna help in my smallest way” Y/N got the saddle pad from the open cabinet in the stable approaching her horse to get him set up. “You’re trying to find that Carol woman’s daughter? I’d be careful when riding. Nelly is skittish sometimes”

“That’s understandable when a sicko comes by”

“I’m saying…be more careful with anything as small as a mouse when ridin’” Y/N warns as she tightens the saddle on carefully before taking the reins and handing them to Daryl. “If you don’t come back before nightfall, I’ll come and get yea”

“Not gonna need it” Daryl frowns gripping the reins keeping his gaze to the floor until she started to walk away when he brought his eyes back on her.

When Daryl left the farm, Y/N made her existence known to the others from his group given only Lori and Daryl knew of her. Lori only knowing because she accidentally stumbled across her when she needed air after learning what happened to Carl.

The eldest Greene still kept to herself but started to be help to these new people whenever it was asked. She even understood what Maggie was talking to her about when it came to how strange some of them were with one another. But also being mainly an observer, she told her sister more details.

“Have you seen that Dixon guy recently?” Y/N asks her sister Beth watching her shake her head, leading her to leave the house heading toward the stables.

To her surprise, Hershel stood in a bit of a mood when noticing their horse was gone.

“You know who took her?”

“Yeah and I gave the okay. Now I gotta—“ Y/N went toward one of the stalls when Hershel grabbed her upper arm. “Seriously old man. What now?”

“I don’t trust these people” Hershel sung the same tune ever since this group joined. Y/N quickly pulls her arm out of his grasp avoiding eye contact as she pinches the bridge of her nose to contain herself from exploding. “First we lose another of our people because they were left alone with this guy”

“To save the sheriff’s son—-“

“Then the Glenn fella is hitting on my precious Maggie—-“

“She’s a grown ass woman who can make decisions for herself—-“

“Then your stupid decision to let one of them use one of our horses led them to ask for—-“

“SHUT IT” Y/N hissed. “I ain’t bein’ blamed for stupid shit, dad. You’re a sweet old guy that wouldn’t turn away good people but of course it’s driving yea nuts how high maintenance it is. Now get out of my way”

Her father didn’t leave the stables and watched her go into one of the stalls to push over some hay to reveal her hunting rifle strapping it on her.

“What are you doing?!”

“Going out to save one of them from whatever bullshit he got himself in”

“Seriously?! How can you easily let someone in? How can yea risk your life—-“

“I have given too much to this world that I’m not about to let it take from me. Yeah…I may not know much of this guy but some cosmic whatever is telling me he’s worth it” and with that Y/N left for the woods.

Y/N didn’t walk aimlessly like the Dixon fella might have because she grew up in these woods. She’s seen his crossbow and knows he’s a hunter but unless you know your surroundings, you’re learning as you go. Which meant the fall that Daryl took when Nelly bucked him off, Y/N knew the spot he’d fall into. Daryl had just pulled the arrow out of his side to take out the walker trying to get him but when the sounds of another undead came, he knew he was done for.

Until the sound of gunfire rung through followed by a thud. Daryl in his exhausted state looked up from where he fell finding a blurry blob that was Y/N with her rifle still in a readied position. He scoffs slightly out of annoyance toward himself mainly but a bit toward her that he directed to her when she slid the side of the slope reaching him.

“You’re an idiot…”

“Says the one bleeding” Y/N frowns setting her rifle down beside her, helping Daryl sit up with some resistance. “Gotta close that better or you’ll bleed out before we get back”

“Why do you care? If Merle were here he’d make jokes about a girl touchin’ me”

Y/N sort of ignored his words. Merle? Must be family or at least someone close he’s thinking of because of the blood loss. Least she didn’t have to worry about hallucinations…at least when she’s there.

“I just do. Is that a good enough answer for yea?”

“For now”

“Good” Y/N shrugged off her flannel leaving her in a tank top making the heat rise to Daryl’s face as he turned away when she brought her shirt around his torso to apply pressure to the wound. “When we get back, the old man will patch you up”

“How’d yea even know I’d end up here?”

“I know these woods a bit too well, Dixon”

“So…yea could’ve warned me?”

“Nah. Then that would be doubting your abilities now wouldn’t it?” Y/N frowns bringing his arm around her shoulders hearing him groan when getting back on his feet.

Getting back to where they were was a struggle and resulted in Y/N carrying Daryl on her back to the best of her ability. A few bumps along the way but they made it. Now it was a slow walk back to the farm.

Though neither of them could’ve calculated what’s about to happen, to happen.

Once the two were in the clearing, Y/N heard muffled shouting while Daryl clung onto her really feeling the blood loss get to him. His feeling instantly changed when he felt her tense beside him when the group of men came running over. Daryl scoffs straightening up the best he could, glaring at Rick who held his colt in his face once again.

“That’s the third time you pointed that thing at my head” Daryl scoffs. “Gonna pull the trigger or what?”

Then the ring of a shot powered through and nicked Daryl in the head. The force caused him to fall over and Y/N to instantly approach his side to get him on his back making sure he was still breathing.

“I was kidding” Daryl groans, squinting his eyes from the pain in his head as Rick and Shayne quickly came over to help the guy onto his feet while Y/N got up continuing to carry his gear and grow an unsettling taste in her mouth when Andrea came running over admitting to her firing.

Dale noticed the look in the Greene’s eyes and felt the need to step in front of Andrea when she made her way over to them.

“Next time, if you’re ever unsure about the shot you’re about to take? Don’t take it” Y/N kept her cool and even shot the girl a temporary smile that faded into the resting neutral while she caught up with the others.

The poor guy laid uncomfortably in the bed while Hershel got to work on his stitches. Once the info about Sophia’s possible whereabouts, Hershel couldn’t help but speak his mind.

“If you didn’t go out in the first place, my daughter wouldn’t have felt obligated to save your ass”

“No one told her to come and save me. I would’ve come back somehow”

“Given your injuries, Dixon. Be a little more thankful that Y/N girl went and saved yea” Rick scoffs picking up the map from the bed and leaving to give the man some time to rest without people bothering. Hershel followed behind Rick watching him bother Y/N to get her input on their whereabouts regarding Sophia.

Night came and everyone was having dinner in the dining room while Daryl stuck in the room he was in. Carol came and went, gave him food and thanked him for not stopping his search for Sophia. He didn’t wait to leave until the house fell quiet indicating everyone was asleep. But right as Daryl was about to sit up, Y/N quietly pushed the door open resulting in the archer scrambling to cover his back.

She’s seen them but before his sake, she wasn’t going to say anything. Y/N tossed a bottle of Tylenol in Daryl’s lap making him relax and the sheets fall from covering him. “The old man is gonna want to check your bandages later. Change them and check for infection. Yknow, the good stuff”

“At this hour?”

“Man was a vet. Overnight shifts to check on the more critical asked for late night checks. Yeah you’re a person but it’s just how he does things”

“Can’t…You like check them for me? I hate being in here”

The pondering look on Y/N’s face took a minute before falling into a neutral expression with a hint of a smile followed by a shrug.

“Your tent is the furthest from the group yeah? By the bike?”

“Wild guess”

“But I’m right, right?” Y/N smiles warmly. “I’ll have to get some stuff then meet yea there. But go out the back, that door doesn’t squeak when opening it” she tells him back on her way out of the room.

It took him a bit to get out of the house given he was stitched up and sore from the incident still. But he didn’t think he took that long when finding Y/N leaning against the tree closest to his tent smoking.

“How long—-“

“I just got here. I am faster than you given the circumstances”

“I wasn’t the one that fell on their ass after carrying me up that slope” Daryl scoffs approaching his tent to unzip it but bending slightly caused a whole lot of pain that he stopped. Y/N tapped his shoulder indicating for him to move as he did with a groan followed.

The Greene tossed her cigarette to the ground and stomped it out before opening the tent letting him in first obviously then entering herself.

“You��re gonna have to take your shirt off again, or at least unbutton enough just for me to get to your bandages”

Daryl sat on his cot with a huff and a bit of an annoyed look infused with self-hatred. “You saw’em”

“I only saw what you’re willing to show” Y/N brought herself to her knees setting her first aid box next to him on the cot watching him from the corner of her eye take off his shirt dropping it on the floor next to her. “You’re not the only one riddled with a past, or…scars that explain it. Alright, may I?” She reached to touch the bandage waiting for his approval which was a nod from his end.

Her touch is so…light Daryl thought watching her work with taking the bandage off with wetting the adhesive so it wouldn’t tug at his skin. Gentle… he held the new bandage for her watching her double check her dad’s handy work. The slightest concern graced her features but immediately dissolved.

“My stitches would’ve been neater. But it’ll do the job” Y/N comments as she took the bandage from his hand and started applying it.

“You also some form of doctor in this family?”

“Fuck no” Y/N laughs lightly. “I’ve lived in the city for so long that I’ve encountered my fill of chaos probably within the first year. But ten years later is when I decided to sell my soul back to this fucking farm”

“You hate it here?” Daryl questions instantly, watching Y/N clean up her stuff before leaning back on her hands on the ground. “This shit is a luxury. Even before the apocalypse”

“Mm. I don’t know you well enough to go into grand detail about why this place is really just a burden. But you’ve seen how the old man is. Imagine being his kid on the receiving end to his bs”

“I guess that’s fair” Daryl slipped his shirt on when listening to her speak. “Some parents aren’t fit to be parents”

“As much as that is true, maybe even speaking from your own experience. Most situations involving multiple children, there’s always a favorite. But in this case, there’s the disappointment and the two perfect daughters”

“Why are you sharing this with me?”

Y/N shrugs reaching into her back pocket taking out her pack. “You’re relaxed aren’t you?”

She got that right. She got him to stop thinking about his injury, and a little bit about how his search was pretty much a failure.

Once Y/N put her lighter away after lighting her cigarette, she only took two puffs before Daryl carefully leaned over taking it from her mouth to give it to himself.

“I’m taking that as my leave” She laughs lightly as she brought herself to uncomfortably stand in the tent, hunching over just a bit.

But as Y/N reached to take her kit, Daryl took a hold of her wrist tugging her into his lap catching a bit of a confused look from her. Making his anxiety rise slightly that he read her kindness wrong and part of her didn’t expect much.

“Do what you plan on doing, Dixon” Y/N brought her arm around his shoulders as her other hand gently made sure his bandage was secure but also place itself on his cheek.

It took him a second longer to think about his action before pressing his lips against hers. The softness of her lips against his made his heart start racing and her hand moved from his cheek to his chest to confirm such.

When the morning came, Daryl woke with a groan sitting up in his coat to find beside him being empty but Y/N still remained in the tent getting her jeans back on. He admired the work he done on her neck but his eyes fixated on the burn scars he caught a glimpse of resting on her thighs. She could sense the staring and tensed only for a moment until her pants were back on.

“There’s not enough make up in the world to cover your attack on my neck and chest. But I don’t give a fuck who notices”

“Don’t know about your family, but these folk don’t know when not to include themselves in other’s business. They are def gonna ask where mine came from” Daryl chuckles lightly bringing himself to completely sit on the cot referring to his own hickeys that were more on the neck and shoulder. Including a bite mark that Y/N couldn’t help herself last night, it was either that or wake the whole tent city. “It’s still early”

“Yeah but just like your folks, my family is nosey. Especially my sisters.” She sighs while buttoning up her flannel even if she does prefer it open, just needs a minute to get inside and in her room before the interrogation starts.

“Y/N.”

Y/N turned to Daryl once she sat on the ground to get her shoes on as she could sense the hint of worry coming from the man and she could only assume was toward what he saw.

“We’re not so different” Y/N states finishing tying her shoes. “Mine were just. Self inflicted”

He couldn’t contain his concern even if in his own special way it was only noticed through his eyes and body language. Y/N could read him and part of Daryl worried about that.

“You stop?”

“Don’t be—-“

“I ain’t gonna be one of those nut jobs that tell yea “please stop for me”. Only you can really make that decision”

“Well, I did. When I moved back”

“And how long ago was that?”

“Three months before the world ended” and with that Y/N took her leave, leaving the first aid kit with Daryl giving her a reason to come back.

Even if a part of him wanted to go after her.

The two had their alone time a few times before news of “walkers in the barn” spread to the group. Daryl felt a sense of betrayal since Y/N cares so much about their safety in the past few days that she didn’t tell him anything about it. But when he went to the back door where he’d usually meet her, he heard shouting from inside coming from her.

“Walkers in the goddamn barn, old man?!”

“People are in that barn. Good people. I’m protecting the—-“

“They’re already gone! They stopped being themselves the second the infection spread from the bite”

“You don’t know that”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Y/N scoffed pinching the bridge of her nose trying to contain her anger and failing. “I swear to god if I open it—-“

“—You wouldn’t—-“

“—-and find mom in there after you said she just “disappeared”. I’m going to prove you she’s not mom anymore”

Daryl couldn’t help but flinch when he heard the ring from the slap that came from Hershel’s hand meeting Y/N’s cheek. Normally one would cry but instead she kept her composure and decided to reframe from saying another word or she would’ve acted instead. He quickly stepped away when the door flung open seeing the anger in her eyes and body language. The single tear that rolled off her cheek made him act without realizing and gently brushed it away watching her relax but not enough to fall into his arms and stay there. She pulled herself away shooting him a temporary smile before walking into the woods behind the house to clear her head.

The eldest Greene only returned to the shouting happening and then sudden gun fire which led her to grabbing hers on the way over to the commotion happening by the barn. Y/N froze beside her father watching Maggie comfort him while the others started shooting down the walkers that flooded out. She heard quick footsteps coming as she stopped whoever, Beth, from going any further as she held onto her. She held her as she sobbed watching the dust settle and one walker left started stumbling out.

Sophia.

Daryl quickly latched himself onto Carol before she could even get close to her daughter. Her sobs grew louder the more she was restrained from seeing her little girl that was soon ended by the sheriff that left her all alone in the first place. Rick will forever take that as his fault and won’t ever forget it.

It took them all a second to adjust to what happened as Daryl helped Carol on her feet only for her to thrash out so his grasp from anger and loss. Y/N did her best to keep Beth away from the carnage but she slipped from her grasp causing her to follow her little sister to the pile of walkers.

“Beth, no that’s not—“

“That’s our mom!” She cried as she brought herself to her knees beside the corpse pushing the one on top of it off her. “Ma…”

Her screaming caused everyone to act. The men quickly grabbed at her pulling her away from the reanimated corpse as Y/N quickly came through and slammed her foot into the skull of the sicko. There was a pause in the chaos of Beth screaming, Carol sobbing, and a few of them bickering. Just a pause to let what happened sink in.

“Y/N…” Maggie exhaled watching her fixated gaze to her foot coated in the aged blood as she slowly lifts her foot and stepped away. “Y/N, wait!” She quickly followed her as Y/N made her way past their father.

“I never should’ve come back” Y/N frowns continuing on her way to who knows, and on her route she took the pack of cigarettes out from her back pocket tossing them to the ground which only those who knew would understand.

But she kept her lighter.

After taking care of a few things, Daryl was finally left to take care of himself. Even if he wasn’t going to. His anger feasted mainly on himself compared to being toward others, granted he doesn’t have any reason to be mad toward anybody except for maybe Rick or Hershel for that barn bullshit. Or Shane. Hell he was frustrating himself. He wasn’t going to do anything with her in that sense but needed to find her.

It didn’t take much searching because as much as she hated the place, Y/N stuck close for a lot of reasons. Daryl only found her when she tossed an acorn at his head from above where she sat on one of the branches.

“Obviously looking for me”

“Not for that though.”

“I didn’t do anything if you’re thinking—-“

“No. Well, not entirely” Daryl shrugs watching her climb down the tree to be level with him. “You stalled. Stayed in…the corpse”

“If your mother turned, and you had to end her the way I did…you wouldn’t move right away.”

“Thankfully my mom died in a fire she caused”

“Thankfully?” Y/N scoffs watching him shrug again which made an ill laugh escape her lips. “I wish she didn’t die that way.”

“I wish you didn’t have to be the one to end it. Entirely. I’m sorry”

“Daryl…” Y/N frowns looking him dead in the eye waiting for it. Waiting for him to say it even if his anger started to get the best of him in the moment. “It’s not your fault”

“Stop”

“It’s not”

“But it is!” Daryl snapped in her face realizing she flinched and given all the feelings in the air that day, she couldn’t keep her guard up in that moment. “She wasn’t even mine. Not my daughter. How could I blindly care so much?”

“I was like that in the beginning of whatever we are”

“What?”

“Caring so blindly. I didn’t know you and I came and saved you. Well until that annoying blond put a bullet in you…almost. Then I saved you. In my own way.” Y/N crosses her arms bringing herself close enough to lean against the tree she was just in. “Sometimes, you just care and don’t need a reason. Then the more you know a person all the reasons come to light”

“I care about yea, yknow. Even when I didn’t know a thing”

“You cared about her, without knowing a single thing. From what I heard, there is a person at fault but even then? Rick shouldn’t bully himself for a child running from danger. Kids don’t listen. That’s why they have parents to care for them. Or siblings. It’s harder when the kid has to care for themself. But that’s beside the point…” She turned her head in the direction of the house. “It’s all a shitshow. The end of the world. But we make do with it. Care about those we’ve just met or learned more about in such a little time”

“We need all the people in our lives for as long as we can” Daryl frowns bringing himself closer as Y/N moved her arms to her sides watching him get close enough that she could feel his breath on her. But he brought his forehead to rest against hers, feeling her hands find purchase on his neck. “You’re allowed to fall apart”

And she did. In the comforts of his presence then his arms…and his warm embrace. Things continued to escalate at the farm that eventually, it was set ablaze. All the commotion caused everyone to scramble, lose a few, and meet up on the highway. Daryl’s anxiety shot up when he couldn’t find the eldest Greene sister with her other sisters that were driven to “safety” by Glenn and Hershel.

Then the rustling of the woods were heard and few thought it was more of the walkers. But suddenly, Y/N stumbled out falling against the slope that led to the freeway and before any of her remaining family could rush to her…Daryl was already at her side helping her stand and she was met with a tearful gaze coming from the man that she didn’t care about keeping it a secret anymore…Y/N pressed her lips firmly against his for a short lived kiss before he brought her entirely in his arms holding her.

“Oh you so owe me” Maggie made the comment toward Beth as she glares at her sister. A bet was made. If that wasn’t clear.

“How long have—-“

“No time to act like a father right now. We need to find shelter for the night.” Rick cut off Hershel and gave Daryl a look to start the ride with his bike since he can maneuver and find a path easier. But instead of Carol being on his bike, Y/N took that spot rightfully and not like Carol was complaining.

It was a short ride but long enough for Daryl to realize Y/N’s trembling from the shock of watching her home burn and the struggle of getting out of there alive. She didn’t go unscathed but the cuts were small and not so deep. Daryl still took care of them.

After Rick’s whole speech, it was time to call it a night and stick close to everyone. Daryl took first watch which meant Y/N sticking with him.

“Your old man didn’t look too happy about us”

“He’ll have to get used to it.” Y/N whispered to him feeling his arm snake around her shoulders keeping her close. “Cant believe it’s gone”

“I’m sorry”

Y/N shrugged a little before bringing herself closer to him enjoying the warmth he emitted. “Least I got these on my way out” she pulled out her pack of cigarettes which made a laugh escape Daryl’s lips.

It took some time to get used to the idea that they were going to be moving a lot until something more permanent came along. But they also needed something permanent to come by the end of nine months because Lori was pregnant.

Everyone noticed how stressed Rick would get when Lori would shut him out for his decision making that lead them here so a few did their best to keep that level low.

“Daryl and I are gonna go hunt for dinner while my old man and Carol set up camp for the night” Y/N informs Rick on her way out. “Glenn, Maggie, and T-Dog should be back soon with whatever they scavenged from the few houses around”

“Thanks Y/N, be back before nightfall” Rick stated watching her nod before following Daryl out of the house they decided to make their shelter for the night.

As much as they did what they told Rick what they were going to do. They planned on other things.

“Fuck—-“ Y/N cursed adjusting herself against the counter even with Daryl pinning her against such. “Maybe we do this on the floor next time” her hands slipped resulting in Daryl picking her up still deep inside her velvety walls and forcing her against the wall.

“Better?” He huffed watching her arms move to find purchase around his neck.

“Yes, please continue” Y/N begged as Daryl instantly latched his lips against hers picking up the pace thrusting inside of her using the wall to his advantage so he could bring one of his hands to her clit helping her reach her release.

Her toes curled and heels dug into his back when she reached her high and felt Daryl remove his hand from her clit to have a better grasp on her while he quickened his pace and thrusted harder reaching his own release, spilling inside her warmth. They held onto each other catching their breaths.

“Holy shit…” Y/N gasps softly when Daryl adjusted his stance still inside of her. “So…”

“Round two?” He smirks followed by one appearing on her features pressing her lips against his. Before the two suddenly flinched to the sound of a spring lock. “Shit”

“Mm. Maybe later?”

“Imma hold yea to that, sunshine” Daryl kisses her once more before pulling out of her helping her gain her balance using himself as her steady.

After helping clean up, Daryl checked the trap they set pulling out a raccoon that unfortunately met its end. Y/N stepped out carrying a few finds that would help a few with keeping warm during the colder nights. Blankets, sweaters, etc.

“Think we should set up a few more traps before we head back”

“Sounds good” Y/N extended her hand for Daryl to hand off the raccoon so he could set them up. “I’m gonna put some of these things by your bike so I can sweep around”

“Be careful yeah? I’ll join yea when I’m done”

Y/N kept the catch attached to her backpack on her while the blankets and clothes were left on his bike. She went through a few houses near the one they both were in and stopped in one of the few two stories finding a few more canned goods and took note of how secure the building was. Maybe they could move there for a few weeks? She thought while stepping through the place some more, stopping at the fireplace finding the photos coated in dust. She extended a hand toward one deciding to dust it off and find an old married couple behind the glass. They looked happy. In love. Y/N didn’t quite understand the feeling she was feeling in her chest when staring at the picture of a random couple.

“Anything good?” Daryl’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts as she sets the picture back where it was.

“Nothing I haven’t already put in my bag. I’m ready when you are”

Heading back was quiet and that didn’t concern Daryl much given it was getting late. But Y/N started to act off that it even concerned her. She was more exhausted than usual, finding herself sleeping more in her spot of the house wherever they moved, she ate less, took more of the first night watch shift, and went out less with Daryl. Every time she did, Daryl mainly kept an eye on her and their conversation was smaller than usual. This has been going on for a month, and they’ve been house hoping for three so far. It was about to become winter.

Y/N was taking a longer night watch given Rick, Daryl, and Glenn decided to head out for a small hunting trip to bring back enough game to last them through winter. Even if Daryl said he was going to hunt through the cold months just not as frequently. She was once again lost in her thoughts while looking out into the darkness staring occasionally at the trigger line. Worrying about the group, missing Daryl, fearing what could happen—

“Sweetheart?” Hershel whispered for those sleeping inside but was loud enough to get Y/N’s attention. “How are you feeling?”

Ever since the fire, Hershel has been trying to rekindle the father daughter relationship with his oldest. Even if in her head, he’s always going to be her dad and it wouldn’t take much to repair it. He’s already apologized enough. But she expected it again tonight.

“I’m tired”

“I’ve noticed. Are you falling ill with somethin’? I can go out with Maggie to go look for—-“

“No, no. I’m not sick” Y/N frowns watching her dad take a seat with her. “I don’t feel good. Yeah…but the other thing is just. I love him but I’m afraid to tell him”

Hershel couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him which only brought a glare and a huff out of his daughter. “I told your mother that I loved her, first. She didn’t say it back and honestly? I didn’t expect her to. I just want her to know that I loved her. Then a few months later she tells me she loves me too. For some they say it immediately back, or they take a while. But that doesn’t mean what they do for you, has zero trace of love toward you.”

Y/N couldn’t help the little tears that spilled from her eyes when her dad said such. Hershel gently brought his arm around her shoulder bringing her in so she could rest her head on his shoulder continuing to cry if she needed.

A couple more days passed and the sick feeling turned into vomiting and migraines every other day. Y/N couldn’t shake a feeling and decided to act on it.

“Y/N…” Beth shook her older sister awake as Y/N slowly sits up looking to the other side of her seeing Daryl still fast asleep then she turned to the window finding it still dark out.

“What’s wrong?” She whispers tucking the loose hair in Beth’s face behind her ear.

“I started my period…and I don’t have anything…”

Y/N nodded knowing exactly what she was asking as she tugs her pack over to them rummaging through it. She then realizes she missed her period.

“Uhm. I don’t have anything, love. Maybe ask Mags in the morning? I’ll ask Carol if she’s stumbled across any”

“Okay…” Beth frowns watching her sister go into her bag knowing she at least had pain meds and gave it her to see a small smile form for a moment before she shuffled back.

Her anxiety started to eat at her and she knew the only way to know for sure is to get a test. But that will wait for the morning.

“Hey I’m gonna take a car into the nearby town. Sweep the place one last time before we move again before the weather goes from just cold to snow”

“Sounds like a great idea.” Rick stood up grabbing his coat. “I’ll tag along with you and Daryl”

“If Daryl wants to tag along. I was gonna ask Mags” Y/N states receiving a confused and concerned look from Daryl while her sister lights up with a smile. “Maybe you and Glenn can do one last hunt and check the traps before we move?”

“Alright. But he’s gotta keep up with me like yea do”

“He will” Y/N laughs softly smiling as Daryl snuck in a kiss on the cheek when no one was looking. “We’ll be back before nightfall”

“Yeah I’ll make sure to get some baby stuff if we come across it” Rick tells Lori only to be met with an avoidance in her gaze as her hand stayed on her already showing belly. Y/N couldn’t help the staring toward the two before squeezing her eyes shut and quickly stepping out once she got her backpack and a coat.

Maggie took care of driving and Rick took the passengers, leaving Y/N alone in the backseat scribbling in this journal Maggie found for her on a run with Glenn. She mainly wrote her concerns and the obvious one plaguing her mind was

Is she pregnant?

They were reckless, now he’s going to leave her.

Does he even like kids? He doesn’t talk much to Carl…

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong” Rick frowns looking out the window as Maggie turned to him for a second with a confused look. “She’s mad about it all. What happened with Shane and being pregnant in the apocalypse. She thinks because she had a c-section she’s more likely to have another and we don’t have the tools for it. So it stresses me out…thinking I’m gonna lose my wife. But I can’t voice those concerns because she’s mad at me. Pregnant and mad”

“Pregnancy makes women feel all their emotions times 100, Rick. It’s going to be rough for a while” Maggie pats his shoulder glancing back to find Y/N looking a bit more pale than before. “Sis, you alright?”

Without another word, the second she felt the car stop…Y/N quickly ran out ditching her things and going to vomit into the near by bushes. Maggie frowns unbuckling her seatbelt and about to check on her when she noticed her journal in the backseat. Her hesitation made Rick get out to check on her older sister while she picked up the book to read it.

Maggie wasn’t going to tell Y/N she read it. But then read those entries and felt the same anxiety her sister felt for a moment.

Maggie gave Y/N some time to recollect herself after bolting out of the car. But she didn’t mean to corner her in the pharmacy section of the mini grocery store.

“Mags what’s up with that look on your face?”

“I uhm. I’m sorry”

The apology caught Y/N off guard until Maggie just let it out.

“You’re pregnant?” Maggie frowns and the negative look on her face only made Y/N feel so much worse on the matter. But instead of tears, it was anger.

“AND?! So what if I might be pregnant? Like that isn’t going to be a fucking issue when we already have a pregnant woman in the group and look how she and her man are doing. I haven’t even said I love you yet to Daryl and I don’t even know if he wants kids” then the tears suddenly broke out as she stared at the pregnancy test box she had in her hand. “I can’t get rid of it. I don’t want to lose him. The universe took too much from me already, I can’t lose anymore” she sobbed, Maggie didn’t wait another second bringing her sister into her embrace holding her protectively.

“Y’all are gonna try and see if that car works? Just the two of you?”

“It’s not the first time I hot-wired a car by myself” Y/N stated with Maggie nodding to confirm such.

It’s not that Rick didn’t trust the two, it was going to be night soon and that was his concern. But he also needed to get all their findings back.

“Fine. But you have to camp out if it gets too late”

“We’ve got this. If the lights work, we’ll drive back” Maggie smiles as Rick sighs letting them rock and leaving.

The two gave each other a look and Maggie went into her bag taking out the few pregnancy tests handing them to Y/N. She went back inside one of the buildings to do her business while Maggie got started with hot-wiring the car.

“Y/N I don’t feel good…”

“Yeah I know, bug. I’m sorry I’m working as fast as I can” The sixteen year old Y/N tugged on the wires from under the dash to get the car started while her baby sister Maggie continued to groan in the backseat. Being left to babysit while the folks went into town was killer. Especially when no one expected Maggie to have a skyrocketing fever.

“Sis…” She cried the entire drive as Y/N did her best to be a smooth driver into town and to the nearest ER.

“I’ve gotchu, bug. Everything’s gonna be alright”

“Everything’s gonna be alright” Maggie frowns rubbing Y/N’s back as she did her best to contain her tears while they drove back.

“It won’t…it just won’t�� Y/N wiped away her tears taking the remaining time back to collect herself. She took out the cartoon of cigarettes from her bag staring at the thing knowing her sister’s gaze to burning a hole into the side of her head. “I’m not going to do them, bug” she frowns rolling the window down and tossing the box out hearing the sigh of relief.

“Good…I need to keep you safe. So it keeps my niece or nephew safe”

The smallest joy brought a temporary smile to grace Y/N’s features even if the uncomfortable anxious feeling clawed at her back over how Daryl will react.

When they arrived back, both Glenn and Daryl were waiting outside the house that was lit from the fire T-Dog got started in the fireplace to keep everybody warm. Glenn instantly went to Maggie’s side checking her in his anxious way that was immediately reassured. But Y/N remained in the car with her head down, driving Daryl nuts internally until he noticed Maggie give him a look to join her and that only made his anxiety worse.

“What’s wrong with—-“

“Just let them be. Cmon, gotta give Beth something” Maggie smiles tugging Glenn along back inside until it was just Daryl and Y/N.

The archer shut the door once he entered and before he even said a word, the eldest Greene daughter exhaled.

“I’m pregnant”

Daryl expected more from her but was met with her silence and honestly, that made him worry for her instead of thinking of his feelings about the news. This explains why she hasn’t been feeling well—-but she could’ve let him in. Makes sense why she wanted to go on a run with her sister—-but he could’ve been there for her. Y/N found out alone for a moment—-yet Daryl could’ve help her the second she did.

“You thought I would leave yea”

Y/N instantly shot her head up turning to him as if he read her mind. Daryl gave her a bit of a disappointed look that was met with brimming tears.

“I’m not gonna leave yea. Never.” Daryl stated as fact which led the tears to spill. “I just wish I help you through it. Yeah you had your sister. But you mean so much to me and this is our future. I wasn’t gonna go anywhere before, I definitely ain’t now” he finished his thought as he stepped out of the car rounding to Y/N’s side and gently pulling her into his arms letting her sob into him as he protectively held onto her.

The winter started to present itself and the news stayed within the three (four if you count Maggie blabbing to Glenn, which was only a matter of time before they all knew). Which led to once they found their home to hold off the winter, Daryl brought himself inside after checking the one trap he placed sitting down beside Y/N.

“There’s something we’ve got to say to you all” Y/N started and felt anxious with everybody staring. Guess the fire took away more than just their safety, but her confidence.

“She’s pregnant” Daryl finished resting a hand on her thigh gently rubbing his thumb in a soothing motion for her to relax.

Before any positive thing said can be thrown up in the air. The shocked expressions turned instantly to confusion and toward Lori when she scoffed toward the news.

“Seriously?” Lori beckoned Y/N to confirm it herself as she did with a nod even if her expression fell when the woman started laughing. “Great that’s just great”

“Lori—-“

“No, shut it Rick. It was already trouble taking care of my pregnant self. What makes y’all think we can take care of two? You two should’ve been more careful and found abortion pills”

“Woah! You don’t get to get to be a bitch just because you’re pregnant” Carol hissed drawing a shocked expression out of the Grimes who quickly turned to her husband for a defense. “No you started this on your own and you will finish it”

“None of us asked for you to be pregnant.” T-Dog adds abruptly. “That shit just happens sometimes. No timing is ever perfect”

“But still—-“

“No you don’t get to talk to my——“

“girl like that” Daryl snapped cutting Hershel off. “Don’t take a good thing and fucking stomp on it just because you’re miserable. You have to remember a few of us have some bullets against yea and I ain’t afraid to fire every single one of them if you come at her again” he frowns bringing his arm entirely around Y/N keeping her close, ignoring the tense look on Lori’s face as Rick’s disappointment turned to a bit of sadness when hearing such. But it was quickly shifted to a smile when his son turned to him then toward the two.

“Congratulations?” Carl laughs the tension away resulting in Beth quickly moving over to hug her sister as Hershel made his way patting Daryl on the back before kissing the top of Y/N’s head.

They were going to be okay. Their village will make sure of it.

The winter months were brutal and miserable for everybody. They had to move once through the cold because the roof collapsed in a section of the old house that made it dangerous for everybody. The group ditched their cars and stayed in the neighborhood just for the winter because of the snow. They’ll go back to the cars later, T-Dog and Beth took care of carrying their extra items that weren’t apart of everybody’s individual packs. Carol and Hershel took care of getting the fire going and getting food for the day ready, Hershel also took care of checking both Lori and Y/N every now and then to make sure they are alright. Rick, Glenn, Maggie, and Daryl were the ones in the watch rotation and as much as he protested, Y/N would tag along with Daryl.

“No”

“I’m not that pregnant yet, Daryl. I can go out with you.”

“It’s snowing”

“So?”

“I go huntin’ by myself all the time and I’d rather yea stay warm than suffer with me”

“And you think it’s going to sit well with me having you suffer the colder conditions?” Y/N glared at the man getting frustrated with the back and forth, Daryl was going to argue again when he noticed both of her sisters shaking their heads not to try. Pregnant or not, she will continue to argue until she’s blue in the face.

“Fine. But layer up” Daryl states letting her get ready as he goes into his pack taking out his poncho to put it on over his layers.

The two went through the center of the neighborhood, Daryl hating the snow and Y/N enjoying it. He only hated it because it made tracking animals difficult and before he could tell her about heading back…

“I love you” Y/N tells him watching him freeze in his place as she anxiously adjusts the rifle on her back gripping the strap. “I don’t expect you to say it back now or in a few months or years. I just needed you to know that I love you and you mean so much to me”

Daryl brought himself close pressing his lips firmly against hers bringing his arms around her. They enjoyed themselves for the moment until Y/N heard shuffling and expected a walker but when she looked behind him. There were deer. But when Daryl got a look, he stopped her from readying her rifle which brought out a confused look from her until she noticed a buck making its appearance along with two babies.

Now they were watching the family just be, making Daryl look over to Y/N watching her smile at the display as he brought his hand to rest on her small bump. She glance to his hand for a second before smiling more and resting her hand over his before continuing to look at the deer family. Thankfully on their way back they got a bunny and a few squirrels that made themselves known in the winter.

It wasn’t long before the warmer months came back and Y/N couldn’t ride on Daryl’s bike anymore. She stuck with Glenn and Maggie and with the moving from house to house increasing. T-Dog and Rick took lead with sweeping the houses they come across before the group resided but Daryl followed behind after checking on Y/N. But when herds came through, they didn’t wait and went straight back into the car and only the road.

“Let’s go hunt” Daryl tells Rick watching him nod as Hershel held him back to talk about Lori’s condition given she’s in her ninth month compared to Y/N in her seventh.

Daryl picked up his canteen from his bike going to Y/N and making sure she kept hydrated when the weather got dangerously hot.

“Gonna go hunt with Rick. We’ll be back soon”

“Stay safe, yeah?”

“You too” Daryl quickly kissed her cheek before going with Rick.

The two stumbled across the prison, which then led to the group taking out walkers in the field to give them shelter for the night before heading inside. The group huddled by the fire talking about Rick, what the prison could do for them, and a few miscellaneous things. Maggie happily let her older sister use her lap as a pillow as she laid on her side using her blanket to cushion her belly from the ground.

“Lot of movement today?”

“Yeah…fucking think this baby loves kicking my ribs” Y/N huffed out a laugh as Maggie brushes back her hair smiling at her watching Daryl return to the group with Carol. He knelt behind her resting his poncho over her before getting comfortable. “Done with watch?”

“We’ve got a gate. Besides, if shit happens it’ll alert all of us and Rick hasn’t left the gate”

“You check on him?” Y/N whispers to Daryl when she moved onto her back for a moment to look at him.

“Do I have to?”

“No, but he shouldn’t have to burden what’s going on with him alone. Even if you don’t quite understand it”

Her words rung in his head especially when they dealt with the prisoners, then the Walker outbreak, losing Lori, almost losing Hershel and Carol…it was a lot. Things seem to only escalate and it didn’t help that all the commotion rendered Y/N speechless and she hasn’t spoken a word the moment Lori died.

She could die too

He will raise this baby alone

What will happen to her family?

She can’t die

She won’t die

Y/N stayed by the gate when they left and she knew her dad and Carol were watching her every move that when the cars pulled in she stepped away after opening one of the doors herself even when Carol came with her protests.

The car pulled in and Y/N waited for Daryl to come out but when everybody except him, she gave Rick a confused look while he hung his head.

“Daryl’s not coming back” Glenn ripped the bandaid off watching his partner shoot him a glare for not taking easy. But in Y/N’s head he did the right thing by just going for it.

“We ran into his brother and he’s not a great guy” Rick started. “But blood is blood from what Daryl told us…we just. Can’t let someone like Merle in the prison with us. He’s not a good guy and I’m sorry but Daryl’s not—-“ when he reached to lay a hand on her shoulder, she immediately smacked it away.

“You touch me and I cut your goddamn fucking hand off” Y/N glares at the retired sheriff watching him nod and step away. She glances down to her belly shutting her eyes tight turning away from everybody and started walking back to the prison.

This baby is half her and half him.

If the roles were reversed, she would’ve left with her sisters.

But that doesn’t make it okay for him to go.

“Has she spoken to anyone? Was snapping at Rick the only thing she said?” Carol asks Maggie as she nods while the concern grew on her face.

“Our daddy went to check on her and the baby. Heartbeats good. But going from a lot of movement to it being still…He thinks we should only worry if it stops for the remainder of her pregnancy.”

“Someone should get her to move. Walk around the prison or somethin’. Sitting there will make it worse for her” Hershel shared his concern as the three looked at Y/N sitting on the mattress Daryl pulled out for him originally on the catwalk.

“Nah. Get in an actual bed” Daryl protested Y/N sitting on the mattress but she did anyway.

“Last I checked a mattress is an actual bed”

“Don’t be smart with me, woman” Daryl sat up leaning into her space watching her stern look fall when he started showering her in kisses. “Least lay down with me”

“I wasn’t gonna stay sat up this entire time” Y/N playfully shoves him.

Y/N brought her attention to the young grimes bringing himself up with stairs with two bowls of food. Carl sat down beside her handing her the second one but she refused.

“Please?” Carl frowns watching her gaze turn to him with a look of ‘why?’ as in why would he be doing this for her. “We’ve…uh. We’ve lost enough people”

A sigh escapes her lips as she gently caresses the young one’s cheek giving him a small thoughtful smile before taking the bowl from him and eating.

“Y/N whisperer” Maggie whispers to Beth as the two were the ones to have Carl send up the bowl because Y/N wouldn’t snap at somebody who recently lost their mom.

They both froze when her gaze turned onto them when she finished the bowl of stew. Y/N handed the bowl to Carl as he stacked the empty bowls getting up but noticed her get up with him. She struggled at first and gestured toward one of her sisters to help as Beth quickly made her way up the steps helping her.

“Take a walk with me?” Y/N asks her youngest sister as she smiles nodding. Once the two met the end of the steps. “You too?” She asks Maggie watching her smile warmly.

Soon the three sisters were on the other side of the prison walking in silence and staring at the occasional walker but kept their focus on what’s in front of them.

“If something happens to me. The two of you will take care of them yeah?”

“Nothing is going to happen to you, sis. Nothing” Maggie’s smile instantly faded when her sister said such.

“I know, bug. But please”

“This is your first. Nothing like what happened to Lori will happen to you…” Beth frowns trying not to cry at the thought of losing her older sister. “Can’t lose you…I won’t have it”

“Beth, sweetheart, I know everybody is going to do everything they can to not let the worst case scenario happen…I just. Need the reassurance”

“They will be loved and cared for…if worst comes to worst.” Maggie brought her arm around her sister as Beth did the same, both on either side of Y/N. “We all will be okay”

The moment they got close to the main entrance, the gates were being opened to let in Daryl with his brother Merle shortly behind him. Y/N watched Maggie retract at the sight of the older brother as she brought herself over watching Daryl light up slightly but avoid her gaze.

“So you’re Merle”

“And you’re the woman my brother knocked up. Boy would not shut up about you being the reason he needs to come back. Who woulda thought someone softened my baby brother” Merle smirks and before another word came out of Y/N, everyone around watched her sock the man hard enough in the face that the force knocked him on his ass.

“Your brother is amazing to me even if I want that punch to also be at him for leaving” Y/N frowns looking down at Merle as she held her belly a moment followed by a sigh. “But that was a hundred percent meant for you”

“You just fucking met me”

“You kidnapped my sister and her partner. Beat him to a pulp and let that disgusting man touch my bug.” Y/N stared blankly at the man as it held so much anger that made him nervous. “Just be glad Daryl is your brother. Or I would’ve put a bullet in yea” she stepped away with Beth and Maggie following her while Daryl helped his brother to his feet.

“I like her” Merle smirks and was immediately manhandled by Rick to be put in their makeshift cell since they’re living in the actual ones. The same cell Michonne was in until she got on their good side.

Daryl hesitantly went to the catwalk finding Y/N there as he brought himself to sit with her. The silence was killing him but the way she soften when he returned to her. She couldn’t help but take his hand into hers while the other continued to rub circles on her belly.

“Are you—-“

“Oh I’m mad. But I have to keep calm or the baby won’t move” Y/N frowns feeling him let go of her hand to bring his on her belly thinking it will work…and it did. It was the smallest kick but it got tears to form in Y/N’s eyes making Daryl wipe them away and try to contain his own for his actions. “Are you okay? You ain’t going to leave again right?”

“Right. I ain’t leaving…I promise. I really promise this time” Daryl brought his arms around her holding her as she adjusted to lay comfortably in his embrace.

The plan about the governor escalated and succeeded. He was no longer a threat, but they lost so much in the process. Y/N found herself in the field where they buried their own, holding a flashlight for Daryl as he was burying another body. But it was his brother. The others wouldn’t approve but Y/N knew how much Merle sacrificed and thought he should be honored in a way. Daryl appreciated it. Even if he couldn’t control the tears that fell when he finished burying him. Y/N the best she could, wrapped her arms around him resting her cheek against his back.

“He did good”

“He did good…”

About a month went by and the Woodbury infusion went smoothly, and those started helping making the prison more of a function home. The one finished thing was the water plan that T-Dog brought up, thankful for him.

“You’re hovering”

“Okay?” Daryl scoffs leaning against the cell door to their room. “It either me or your old man”

“As if he’s not already there” Y/N turned to him with an annoyed look listening to Daryl sigh before Hershel made himself known. “I’m not going to fucking pop”

“That’s a creative way of putting it. You’re close to your due date. We want you to be safe”

“Yeah whatever.” Y/N pushed herself up and off the bed as they both were quick to her sides. “Okay I will kick that fake leg and make you fall and kick him in the balls if you both don’t stop hovering”

“Okay I will listen but I ain’t stopping him” Hershel pats Daryl’s shoulder. “Call me or Dr. S for any change”

Daryl nods watching him go as he gave a blank look to his girl crossing his arms. Y/N instantly glared at him but he kept his stance.

“I want to take a walk”

“I’ll go with yea.”

“Fine. But I’ll punch you over if you pick me up when I’m too tired” Y/N waddled past as he crossed his heart before following behind her.

There was a lot of commotion outside. Rick started working on the farm with Maggie, Glenn and a few Woodbury folk were clearing walkers, Tyreese was helping Carol build the outdoor grill along with Sasha helping with getting tables in, Beth was taking care of Judith as Carl rambled on about some comics that Michonne found for him, and Michonne was out on her weekly runs. Daryl helped around but mainly took the morning and night shifts when Y/N was asleep so that he would be there for her the rest of the time.

“Alex?”

“Nah, we ain’t having a boy anyway”

“I get it. But if it happens we still need a name”

“Robin goes both ways”

“God you’re so fucking lucky I like that name. And Fallon. But not for a boy name”

“Mmm…” Daryl glanced around thinking about a name for her sake. “Mark”

“Do you like Mark?”

“No”

“Then why did you—-“ Y/N scoffed. “Hunter’s mark?”

“You wanted boy names” Daryl shrugs. “Mark is a name. Hunter is also a name”

“Next thing you’re gonna say is Striker and that’s because of a brand of crossbows” Y/N continued to walk leaving Daryl a bit surprised that she knew that before catching up with her.

They were walking for two hours and Daryl was confused for half of the walk wondering why she even decided to walk for that long. Until she went back inside grabbing onto his shirt giving him a pain filled look.

“I thought it was nothing”

“What was nothing?”

“The fucking pain, Dixon. It’s too much”

It clicked a little late for Daryl but he instantly picked up Y/N only for her to start punching his chest in protest. “HERSHEL!” He shouted for the man while bringing his girl to the infirmary of the prison.

“Stop” Y/N whines hunched over in the bed as the contractions were awful for her. She smacked away Hershel’s hand when he tried to get a blood pressure cuff they found on her. “It’s too much. I’m not ready” she sobbed.

“I know sweetheart but the baby is. I’m gonna—-“

“Hell fucking no. I’m not having my dad check down there” Y/N covered her lower half with the blanket as Daryl felt her squeeze the crap out of his hand. He can take it.

“Beth. Get Caleb right now” Hershel shouted watching her exit the room as a small group formed at the entrance. “Unless you’re helping. Keep that area open”

When the other doctor arrived, Y/N was already reaching an uncomfortable amount of pain as she leans into Daryl feeling him rub circles on her back not like it did much. The words the doctor was saying weren’t registering but when he gestured for the blanket to look making her nod quickly.

“Yeah baby ain’t waiting. She’s crowning. We have anything for gloves?” Caleb asks as Hershel shakes his head before handing him a towel to catch the baby in. “Well alright.” He set the towel down for a moment and dunk his hands into the bucket Glenn got once he was asked earlier so it would be a bit more sterile. “You have to push on the next contraction”

“No…” She whined gripping Daryl’s hand tightly again. “It hurts I don’t want to”

“You have to sunshine. You have to push”

“But I’m tired” She whined followed by sobs as Daryl brushes the hair out of her face pressing his forehead against hers.

“Cmon sunshine. We gotta meet our little one” He whispers to her looking her in the eye as her voice started to tremble. “I love you. I love you so much Y/N. You’re being so strong right now and gotta continue to be alright? You gotta push now”

Y/N started to sob even more from the pain, the anxiety, the deceleration. She nodded listening to her partner as she waited for the next contraction to push resulting in her screaming which had a bit of an echo through the parts of the prison close to the infirmary.

“Good almost there” Caleb reassures. “One more big push”

“One more sunshine. One more and our little one is here”

One more push…led to the room filled with sobs. Tears from Y/N continued, tears broke out from Daryl, and the loud sobs that erupted from their baby girl being handed to the mother. Soft congratulations left the doctor’s mouth but nothing registered as the two’s attentions were glued to this little girl. A healthy little girl.

“You did good, mama” Daryl choked up wiping his tears looking at their little girl in her arms finally calming down. “She’s perfect, yeah?”

“So perfect” Y/N sobbed through a smile turning to him as he instantly kissed her. “I love you…”

“I love you” Daryl smiles keeping his family close.

When night fell, they moved back into their cellblock once everything was cleaned up and Y/N was well enough to walk. She was fast asleep in their bed as Daryl was wide awake sat up in the bed beside her holding their little girl that looked up at him with the same blue eyes he had.

“You are…so perfect, Robin”

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Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU Headcannons: Part Three | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word count: 861.

A/n: So I've made it a habit recently to post a fic every one-two days, but I was extremely busy today, so I didn't have time to start working on any of my other requests. I still wanted to post something, though, so here's a part three to my personal headcannons for the SSHD AU that nobody asked for. This is mostly set in the future but before the outbreak. I hope y'all like these! If you wanna see more, let me know.

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★ After graduating high school, you went to college to get a degree in teaching.

★ Daryl didn't go to college, however. He felt like more school was unnecessary for him, but he encouraged you to do it since he knew you wanted to become a teacher.

★ Daryl managed to land a job as an apprentice of sorts to a mechanic and got a second job as a bouncer after a while, and used some (most of it but he didn't tell you that) of the money to help pay for your tuition and textbooks.

★ You had your suspicions about it, and got a job of your own to help pay for everything. However, Daryl shot down any talks of you getting a second job, claiming that one job was already hard enough added on top of college.

★ The two of you rented a crappy, worn down apartment until you graduated and landed a full-time teaching job at a kindergarten near Atlanta, and you and Daryl finally managed to upgrade to a decent apartment.

★ Once the two of you had settled down and had gotten hitched at the courthouse, you invited your mother over for a housewarming of sorts.

★ She definitely tore into you both for eloping, but in the end, she was ultimately happy for the two of you.

★ She started teasingly calling you Mrs Dixon at every opportunity, and playfully threatening Daryl that if he ever broke your heart, she'd kill him.

★ She was a decade too late for that talk, however, so Daryl paid it no mind whatsoever.

★ Your mom was practically your best friend, so when she died three years later due to cancer, you were devastated.

★ You regretted not having a proper wedding like your mom had wanted you to have, but Daryl assured you that she didn't hate you for it.

★ Daryl was also heartbroken. He couldn't believe that the sweet woman who had basically taken him in was dead.

★ It was a hard couple of months after that, but Daryl refrained from falling into old habits and distancing himself to deal with his emotions alone. He reminded himself that you were a team and that you needed him more than ever at that moment. He couldn't pull away at a time like that.

★ Things got better with time. With the both of you taking the time to properly grieve and mourn, it got easier. The sadness when you thought of her death never fully vanquished, but with time, you were feeling better, visiting her grave whenever you had the chance.

★ When you and Daryl moved from the trailer park all those years ago, he didn't tell anyone from his family where he was going.

★ He didn't even tell his father. He just packed his bags with his things and silently disappeared from the trailer.

★ Merle didn't know about it, either. Daryl loved his brother but he knew what a dick he was and what he involved himself in, and he didn't want that in his new life with you. He wanted to start fresh, wipe the slate clean.

★ It was a couple of months before the outbreak when you and Daryl saw Merle again. You were walking around, doing grocery shopping, when you bumped into him.

★ Merle was immensely surprised when he noted the wedding rings on both of your fingers, and demanded to know why he wasn't invited to the wedding.

★ However, he guessed he shouldn't have been surprised when Daryl bitterly spat out that there wasn't a wedding and that you eloped. If he knew anything about Daryl, it's that he doesn't do big, fancy events.

★ About a month before the outbreak, you started feeling nauseous and more tired than usual. A total of three pregnancy tests confirmed that the reason for that wasn't because you were ill, but because you had a life growing inside of you.

★ Daryl was surprised to find out you were pregnant. Neither of you planned the pregnancy and it was extremely unexpected.

★ However, you both decided to keep the baby.

★ Daryl was scared of what parenthood had in store for him. He didn't want to end up like his father or be even worse than him.

★ It took for you to gently talk him through his fears for him to start calming down.

★ After he was calmed down, he allowed himself to feel happy. The two of you were in a stable environment with enough money between the both of you to accommodate a baby, so he felt himself relax.

★ That didn't last long, because soon the two of you would hear about the dead rising and see the news reports that warn you to evacuate immediately.

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I’ve been on a bit of a walking dead kick recently and fell in love with your writing. I was wondering if you would do a fluffy Daryl x reader. Where reader has been part of the group from the start and is super outgoing but is almost always with Daryl. They do everything together and he’s trying to work up the nerve to confess (maybe around Alexandria). Then one day she goes “how come you never kiss me?” And he’s so confused and she’s all like I mean we’re dating aren’t we? Could be a cute idea?

A Long Time Coming

Daryl Dixon x plus size reader

Daryl has loved you since the beginning; with all your softness and beauty, you always felt unobtainable to the hunter but as it turns out, he had nothing to worry about, because you were already his all along

Warnings: A big old load of fluff, Daryl’s usual angst and he’s a little dumb (is that news to anyone), implied smut

WC: 1.3k

Minors DNI

Spring hit Alexandria hard. Flowers popped up everywhere and it seemed that the forest around the township was coming back to life. But for Daryl, that meant he had to get back to work.

The sun was just barely over the horizon as the hunter quietly slipped from his home, crossbow slung over his shoulder. By his count, the scant deer population should be returning to Virginia about now and their meat stores have run dangerously low by the winter months.

He did like the silence of the early morning though. Everything was still and if Daryl closed his eyes and concentrated hard enough, he could pretend that the world was back to normal and he had just woken up from a fucked up nightmare.

The houses around him were still dark as he walked the main road towards the gate. Well, all except one. He knew that he shouldn’t bother you, you were probably asleep on your couch again. But he really just wanted to walk in and take you into his arms and fall back to sleep with you.

It was a habit he had developed long before they found safety behind Alexandria’s walls. He was the natural protector of the group even if it was a reluctant roll at first, but he had always had this urge to constantly make sure that you were safe. If he couldn’t see you, his stomach would drop and his veins fill with dread as he imagined the terrible things that might have happened to you. Yet as soon as you would trot back into his line of sight, all of that fear was washed away in an instant.

Daryl knew what he felt was love during one night at the prison. He had been on night watch in one of the guard towers when you sleepily stumbled into the room, blanket wrapped around your shoulders, a pillow tucked under your arm and only one of your feet had a sock on it. Without any words, you plopped down next to him and cuddled into his broad shoulder before falling asleep.

You were his sunshine and he would do everything in his power to keep it that way, even if that meant hiding his feelings for you. In Daryl’s mind, there was absolutely no way that you would want him, he was far too broken, far too old. But still he yearned.

With dragging feet, he continued to walk past your home. He kept his head down, his greasy hair which was long overdue for a haircut falling over his eyes as if the dark strands could shield him from the ache in his chest that he always seemed to get when he thought of you.

Abraham opened the gate for him without a word and Daryl slipped quietly into the wilderness, determined to run from his feelings, at least for a while.

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“Daryl Dixon you are a god!” Your squeal broke said man from his daze. The cigarette he had been smoking was now mostly ash and hung precariously between his thick fingers. You stood below him on the street, looking up at him as he sat on his porch.

“What’d I do now?” He answered sharply, eyes darting away from you since you had decided that today was the day you would wear the most distracting outfit in the world (one of his flannels and tight jeans).

Your smile somehow got even brighter and you took that as your cue to skip your way up the steps to his home and plop down beside him on the small bench. Heat exploded all over Daryl’s body as your thick thigh pressed against the side of his leg. Your arms wound around his bicep so you could prop your chin up on the hard muscle.

“You brought home the biggest buck I’ve ever seen! And now we all get to be well fed for a good while. You’re my hero.” You cooed. Daryl felt his brain short-circuit and, he hated to admit it, his pants tighten at the sight of your gorgeous eyes fixated on his face as you called him your hero.

Clearing his throat, he spoke with a slightly shaken voice. “It was nothin. Jus doin ma job.” You tutted and gave him a stern look while squeezing his upper arm.

“Stop it. You did good today, just like everyday. You deserve some celebration for all the amazing things you do for us, for me.” And his heart stopped. The way you held onto him, the way you looked at him, the way you spoke to him, it was all too much. The urge to confess to you how he truly felt was becoming an overwhelming need. It grew like a wave, slowly getting larger and larger until it was like a tsunami.

Your gaze softened as you looked up at the hunter. The wave was beginning to crest. A hand unwrapped itself from his bicep and was placed firmly on his chest, right above his heart. “Daryl?”

His words were caught in his throat, he couldn’t answer you so he nodded instead. You took a deep breath before speaking again. “Why don’t you ever kiss me?”

The wave broke, shattering against the shoreline of his heart. “What?” It came out as more of an exhale than words but obviously you understood him because your fingers curled into his shirt and you looked away as if ashamed.

“Well, we’ve been together for such a long time and you’ve never even tried to kiss me or initiate physical contact. And I know you don’t really like touching people but you always let me hug you and hold your hand. So I was wondering why you have never kissed me.” You spoke quickly in an almost panicked manner, the words falling from your lips in a torrent.

Daryl was frozen. “We-we’re together?” Your head tilted cutely as you regarded him.

“Yes? Daryl, we’ve been together since the farm. Remember, I told you that I loved you after you got shot and then I held you all night.” The memory slapped him in the face. You were right, that did happen but evidently, he forgot because of the copious amount of pain medication he had been on at the time.

“Fuck.” He growled. There was only a moment of hesitation as the air between you went still. His eyes dropped to your lips, then traveled back up to meet your gaze and then he kissed you.

Your lips were softer than he had ever imagined. They tasted faintly of your homegrown tea and honey you farmed yourself. With his free hand, he cupped your soft jaw, his thumb brushing against your full cheek. His body was alight with electricity and a little bit of self-deprecation. How could he have forgotten you proclaiming your love for him?

He could kiss you forever but soon enough, you pulled back slightly so you could catch your breath. But Daryl needed to keep touching you. His own lips travelled down the length of your throat to the base of your neck. “D-Daryl.” You clutched at him.

He didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop, not now, not when he finally has you in his arms.

“Jesus! Get a room!” You shot apart, startled by the sudden voice. Carl had his arms crossed as he glared at you both, a stern look on his face. “Nobody wants to see that.” He spat.

You rolled your eyes while you stood, pulling Daryl to his feet beside you. “Maybe we will.” You stuck your tongue out at the teen and he responded likewise as you walked away and into Daryl’s home.

“We will?” The hunter asked quietly. You looked back at him from over your shoulder with a smoldering look.

“It’s been a long time coming, Dixon.” Daryl tripped over his own feet as you led him back to his room.

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Desert Rose

Chapter 58 ~ As Deep as a Wound

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 5

✧ Word Count : 4.4k

In this chapter ~ When the group settles down for the night after the torturous day, Daryl and Rose take a moment to sneak off away from the watchful eyes. Though emotions seem to run high when she is asked about the memories that haunt her, opening up to the one person she could truly trust.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ROSE POV *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Time seemed to move by quickly these days. But I guess being with the ones you love, catching up on all the many things you missed, it tends to speed up the process. Naturally we had all began slowing down throughout the hours that had passed, the world growing dark as we made it a mission to find a large enough space to sleep for the night. Though the one thing I couldn't seem to shake, was everything that went down at Terminus as I began hearing bits and pieces of the story.

I couldn't believe the things that they must've seen, and the fact that some of them were almost executed didn't sit too well with me. But I had Carol to thank for saving all of them, and believe me, I did so many times that I'm pretty sure she began to get a little annoyed at my gratitude.

And although I was going around and catching up with anyone I laid my eyes on, Daryl didn't let me wander too far.

It made sense to me however; I felt the exact same way. Because at one time or another, we thought the other was dead, leaving us to deal with a very hard and traumatic thing to process. The feeling of having each other close by, was just the kind of wake up call that we both needed to see the reality we ended up with. That we had both truly made it right back to each other, like we had promised in the very beginning of it all.

But the two of us still hadn't said all of the things we truly needed to say to each other. Not having a moment alone from the others since we were all reunited, only glancing at each other in silent agreement that we wanted to be completely alone when the day was done. An audience being present last time we had a vulnerable and intimate moment wasn't exactly ideal for either of us.

At the time neither one of us cared about that, only focusing solely on each other, but I was starting to feel the secondhand embarrassment the longer it lingered in my mind. Crying in public wasn't one of my favorite things to do, believe it or not. It sure as hell seemed like it with how much I was doing it recently though.

Currently everyone was starting to settle down for the night and tried to set up sleeping arrangements as we found a decent spot far from the destroyed community. And though we walked for hours to get away from the terrifying place, they all still seemed to be a little on edge as paranoia was creeping back into their minds. Especially the newcomers.

I still hadn't really interacted much with them, but they seemed nice enough from the very few glances that we had exchanged. There was a big guy with red hair who carried guns like they were his baby, and by the looks of it he was with the woman with the pigtails and short shorts. Then there was a guy with a mullet who seemed way too serious for my liking, and another girl with short brown hair and a charming smile. She seemed like the coolest to me.

The group moved softly and quietly as they got situated in the place we would be camping out for the night, a fire we had lit only minutes ago growing and providing a little extra warmth for us all. I sat there silently with my knees to my chest, watching the flames wiggle in front of me as I spaced off and let my mind run, mostly just exhausted from all the recent events.

But a simple nudge on my shoulder seemed to pull me out of my trance, looking up to see Daryl offering me his hand. I smiled up at him and gladly took it as he pulled me up to my feet with ease, not letting me go as he slowly dragged me away from everyone else. We walked away wordlessly, somehow not even catching any of their attention as we slowly slipped deeper into the forest to finally have a moment alone.

And the second we were far enough away, Daryl dropped his crossbow to the ground before wrapping his arms around me once again. I sighed in content as I instantly melted into his frame, craving the warmth he provided in the coldness of the night.

We rocked a little back and forth as tears began to pool in my eyes for the millionth time that day alone. It was partly because of how tired I was; I hadn't slept for a full night in about three weeks, and it was starting to have a really bad effect on me. But I would be lying to myself if I said the tears somehow weren't for the man holding me impossibly closer to him.

I still couldn't wrap my brain around the fact that I was with him, but he kept his promise, just like he said he would.

He pulled away suddenly and kissed me slowly, tears still staining our cheeks. My eyes fluttered, not knowing how badly I had needed that until it was happening. He then broke away to kiss away the tears that had fallen down my face, wiping away anymore that he missed with his knuckles. A small smile was brought to my face as I looked at him so lovingly, whilst he seemed to look at me as if I was going to disappear all over again.

"I'm...I'm just so happy." I said, not being able to find the right words.

He shook his head as he let out a breath of disbelief, "I can't believe yer alive." he spoke before his face then dropped, "I thought I lost ya forever."

"I'm here." I promised, "I'm not going anywhere...God, I missed you so much." I whispered, moving some of the hair from his face so I could easily see his eyes.

"Oh, you have no idea." he said with a light chuckle, "Never wanna feel that way again...not knowin whether or not yer alive..." he trailed off.

I shook my head, "You won't- we won't...I still can't believe this is real. You're really here."

"M' really here." he pecked my lips a few times, "M' here."

I nodded as my eyes gazed upon his face, frowning slightly to myself when I saw one of his eyes was completely bruised, cuts scattered all over his skin in various places. "What happened to you?" I whispered, a part of me almost not wanting to know the real answer.

His face faltered, but I watched as he took a small step back from me, nodding to himself before opening his mouth to speak again.

He filled me in completely, somehow not missing a single detail. How hard he tried to find me with Beth right by his side the entire time, briefly informing me about what happened to her only two nights ago, how they got separated from each other. It broke my heart to hear not only that, but how hard he tried to find her the moment he realized she was gone.

He then mentioned the Claimers, the same assholes that Rick and I had run into in the abandoned house, telling me the whole story about what they did to each of them. Why his face was still slightly beaten and bruised.

He didn't go into grave detail about Terminus like Rick did, but I understood completely. I couldn't even begin to imagine how horrifying it must've been for all of them, even watching him talk about it amazed me. But then again, he was stronger than anyone I've ever met.

By the time he was finally done, we were sat across from each other on the dirt, watching as he let out an emotional sigh, "I tried...I tried so hard to find ya-"

"You did," I interrupted as I gently took his hand in my own, "You found me."

He shook his head, "Nah...you found me."

"What's the difference? We're together, that's all that matters to me. You kept your promise love, you tracked me for miles and miles on end. That alone is enough to make me swoon all over again." I joked lightly.

He smiled a little and reached into his pocket, "Well...this kept me goin." he muttered, pulling out something to place in the palm of my hand.

I looked down in slight confusion until my eyes landed on the familiar picture he stole from me, feeling myself smile, "You still have this?"

He scoffed, "Course I still have it." he said, making a motion with his hand for me to give it back.

I rolled my eyes at the fact that he thought I would take it from him, but I handed it back regardless. He placed it back in his pocket so delicately like he was afraid he would rip it by accident or drop it into the mud somehow. Like it was the most precious thing in the world to him.

He then leaned the other way to fish around in his opposite pants pocket, and to my surprise, he revealed the purple clip that fell out of my hair what felt like ages ago. "You found it." I said in disbelief, delicately taking it from his grasp.

He nodded, "Was the only thing I could find."

"Thank you." I said, leaning up to kiss his cheek, maneuvering slightly to place it in my jacket for safe keeping.

When I looked back up toward him I found he was already looking at me, however he wasn't looking in my eyes. Instead his gaze followed the cuts that would be permanent my skin forever, and I braced myself for the next question that would fall out of his mouth. I was only surprised he hadn't mentioned something about it earlier.

He leaned closer and cupped my right cheek as he scanned the other, rubbing his thumb softly over my chin. I leaned into his touch, though he looked at me with a certain dread in his eyes.

"What happened, hon?" he asked softly.

I sighed and closed my eyes to try and keep myself together, ignoring the memories replaying over and over again in my mind. I felt him take the other side of my face as gently as possible, to try and avoid the wound that was still healing, offering me comfort to know that he was still right there. Waiting to listen, through fearing the answer.

I almost wanted to pull back and shake my head, go to great extents to not have to tell him what I went through that night. Not even daring to want to repeat the phrase let alone relive it. Wanting to brush it off completely, make up an excuse, anything to just desperately forget about that awful moment forever.

But the very second I looked back up into his eyes, seeing so much concern written all over his face, I knew I had to tell him.

I breathed in and out deeply before finally speaking, "When I got separated from Rick and the others...one night this random man approached me in the woods. I immediately knew what he was trying to do, but...this other guy came out of nowhere and-" I cut myself off suddenly, trying to swallow the lump in my throat that caused my voice to crack.

I closed my eyes tightly as I breathed shakily, "He...got on top of me...pinned me down...but when I fought back, he cut up my face, my neck." I stuttered, tears threatening to spill all over again, "He- he tried to-"

But he didn't let me finish, hearing enough of the horrible things as he brought me in closer to him, wrapping his arms around me tightly again.

He shushed me as I cried onto his chest, clinging onto him for dear life as I almost never wanted to let him go. I was so grateful he was there to listen, to comfort me when I told him. But I knew even the vague story would send his blood boiling.

I felt him tense up suddenly the longer he thought about it, "I'll track em down and skin em alive." he spoke in a low voice.

Shaking my head, I didn't pull away from him as I spoke, "I killed them...they didn't even get the chance to do anything, but...I can- I can still feel his hands all over me, it's- it's so haunting." I stuttered out.

I heard him sigh sadly as he gently placed a kiss on the top of my head, "I'm so sorry, baby." he whispered into my hair.

I only nodded as I didn't feel the need to say anything else, holding onto him tighter as I painfully pushed the images out of my head. He didn't hesitate to mutter reassuring things to me, how he would protect me from anything, and how sorry he was that he wasn't around when it happened. But in my opinion, I thought it was foolish that he was apologizing for something that he couldn't have stopped. He couldn't have predicted the events, nor could he have prevented them. All I really needed from him now was his support and comfort. I just needed him.

He then finally pulled away, almost abruptly to look me over once again, "Did I...did I do anythin to make ya uncomfortable?" he asked softly.

"Oh God, no." I said immediately, "Never. I don't think it's possible. You're about the only person who can make me feel the safest, and I just...I love you."

"I love ya more. Just tell me if anythin's too much, or too overwhelmin, alright?"

I nodded my head, "I will, I promise."

After that we just stayed in each other's arms for what felt like forever, but no amount of time would ever be enough. I could spend weeks on end not leaving this man's side, and I don't think I would ever get tired of it. He was so soft and careful after I told him what happened to me, not that I expected anything else, but I truly didn't know how he would really react. After all, how is one supposed to process something like that?

It all happened recently and was still hard to talk about, I could sense he felt a little guilty for bringing it up in the first place. But I knew I had to tell him eventually. My face was obviously a dead giveaway to something bad happening to me.

And though I would never admit it out loud, to anyone let alone him as well, the flashbacks replayed in my mind more often than I was ever willing to say. It was traumatizing, it was to be expected, but it was eating me up inside. I truly didn't know how I would be able to get past it, see though all of the haunting memories, it seemed almost impossible.

But I wanted to trust time. Trust that it would heal the things that I couldn't.

Eventually we made our way back to the group hand in hand, finding everyone pretty much asleep around the dying fire. I scanned the area around us to see who was on watch and noticed Maggie sleeping alone on a nearby sleeping bag.

I felt Daryl's hand leave mine as he set up a spot for us to sleep, but I gently grabbed his shoulder so he would look back at me.

"I'm going to talk to Glenn for a little bit, I'll be back soon." I whispered.

He grew a little concerned, "Are ya sure? Ya need to sleep, Rosie."

"I'm not that tired, plus we have a lot to catch up on. I won't be long, I promise."

He hesitantly nodded his head before placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. I smiled up at him before turning around, stepping over snoozing bodies to see which way the man went. I followed the pattern of leaves his feet left behind before I eventually spotted him sitting close to the side of the road, a gun in his lap, staring at his surroundings.

"Don't freak out." I said in a quiet voice, just coming out of the tree line.

He visibly flinched and spun around to see who it was, but once he saw it was just me he relaxed and smiled tiredly. I returned the gesture as I approached, taking a seat right next to him with a soft huff.

"You scared the shit out of me." he whispered.

I couldn't help but laugh, "Some bodyguard you are."

He rolled his eyes, nudging me playfully, "Shut up."

I smiled a little at the banter, before we both let the silence linger for a moment as we looked out toward the darkness ahead. I leaned back on my hands as I rested my head on my shoulder, feeling more tired than I was willing to admit. But I missed him, willing to stay up for as long as I could if it meant I was able to spend time with him again.

"So...you just found those guys while you were looking for Maggie?" I asked, jerking my head back to where the group lied.

He nodded, "Yeah, Tara actually made it out with me from the prison. And we found those three a little while down the road."

"Tara? She's the one with the shorter hair, yeah?" I asked.

"Yep." he replied simply.

I nodded in response, though suddenly grew a little confused as the wheels seemed to turn in my head. "Wait...how was she with you at the prison?"

His eyes widened ever so slightly, his mouth parting as he tried to think of an answer but his silence was all the confirmation I needed, and I stood up abruptly. He called my name quietly as I turned around and began to storm back, but I ignored him, wanting to give her a piece of my goddamn mind.

"Rose, don't." he begged quietly, catching up enough to pull my arm back gently.

"Why?" I asked not so quietly, ripping my arm out of his hold, "She was with The Governor? And you want her to stay with us? She was fucking attacking us, blowing up our home, and you-"

"No, no she never shot at us. She never wanted that...she was scared and on her own and she helped me find Maggie. Just please...give her a chance like I did." he pleaded.

I glanced him over once, twice, trying to see if he was telling me the truth, or fibbing now to avoid a fight. She was on his side, but Glenn claimed she was a good person. Hell, I thought the same thing when I briefly met her until I found out she was with the man that broke all of us apart, took everything we had. But she helped him find Maggie and stuck right by his side the entire time, so I felt I had to give her a little credit.

With a sigh and a reluctant roll of my eyes, I finally nodded my head as he let out a breath of relief, gesturing for me to come back and sit down. I followed his lead as we plopped down together on the grass, thinking to myself silently for a few moments.

"I'm sorry," I finally said, "I just have had some trust issues when it comes to strangers lately."

He nodded, "Yeah, I noticed." he said, gesturing toward my face.

My eyes closed involuntarily as I pressed my lips together, still somehow being able to feel his eyes running all over me though I could no longer look at him. I clearly didn't have a mirror on me, but obviously the markings were very noticeable since nearly everyone kept pointing them out to me as if I wasn't aware. And in the back of my mind I knew these would slowly turn into scars over time, ones that I wouldn't be able to hide.

"Can I ask what happened?" he asked cautiously.

I stayed quiet for a moment as my eyes opened again, settling with staring at the ground below me, "Some assholes that shouldn't have ever fucked with me." I mumbled before meeting his eyes, "And they look worse than I do."

"Good." he said instantly.

I desperately wanted to change the subject, and I knew by the look on his face he could tell, "So... tell me a little more about that trio back there." I eventually pulled out of my ass.

He took a breath, "Well, the guy with the red hair; Abraham, is uh...well he's a character."

"I'm not really sure what that means but okay."

"He's just...well you'll hear some of the shit that comes out of his mouth." I nodded in understanding, "And um he's with the girl; Rosita, and she's pretty cool, I guess. But the last guy Eugene...he's something alright."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Okay, you're being very vague about these people."

"Sorry, sorry, he's just...really smart and apparently knows how to stop this whole thing. I don't think they're staying with us for very long, they have to get him to Washington."

"He knows the cure?" I asked in slight disbelief, watching as he nodded his head, "Bullshit."

"It's true." he confirmed confidently.

I put a hand on his shoulder almost sympathetically, "Glenn honey, you are just about the most gullible person left on this planet." I stated, watching his expression morph into a slight glare, "And I say that with love."

He rolled his eyes and shrugged my hand off, "Whatever." he muttered with a small smile.

"And that leaves Tara...the girl who tried to kill us but then...saved your ass I suppose." I teased.

He nodded, "Yeah, pretty much."

There was a beat of silence before I asked, "Does Maggie know?"

He almost tensed at the question, not being able to meet my eyes as he continued to look out into the distance, as if I hadn't even opened my mouth at all. That was a good enough answer for me.

"Glenn," I said sternly, "She deserves to know about that. After what happened to her dad-"

"Stop." he cut me off with a shake of his head.

"No, you can't keep something like that from her. I mean do you really think she would want her around after knowing who's side she was on?"

He paused for a moment before finally meeting my eyes, "She saved me more times than I can count while we were out there. She helped me through everything and when the three of them wanted to stop, to get to Washington, Tara stuck with me anyways. She could've left, but she didn't. I know she's a good person."

"Okay, but honey, good person or not...Maggie needs to know." I said gently.

In the back of my mind, I knew that he knew he had to tell her eventually and obviously it was going to be hard, but it was the right thing to do. It just made me wonder who Maggie thought this random girl was and where she came from. What kind of story they cooked up for the time being, or maybe she just didn't care too much, focusing solely on Glenn whom she found after searching for ages.

Eventually after what felt like hours, he nodded his head, "I'll tell her."

"Good." I said simply, before giving his had a reassuring squeeze.

As we talked for a little bit longer, he told me that even after everything that happened, he still kept my drawing I drew of us safe and sound in his backpack. It warmed my heart not only that he still had the sketch I gave him, but that he held onto it, and it was one of the most important things to him. I wordlessly pulled out the necklace he gave me out of my shirt, and he smiled brightly at the sight. I always found myself playing with it randomly, a constant reminder that the man was always with me. I hadn't taken it off once since he first gave it to me, and I didn't plan to anytime soon.

After some time passed, I found myself yawning and he was quick to point it out as he gestured towards me, "That right there is a sign we need to stop talking." he said with a laugh.

"When do we ever stop talking?" I asked tiredly.

He shook his head at me, "Sleep. I'm gonna switch shifts with Rick in an hour or two anyways."

I couldn't argue much with that, knowing that I was getting closer to falling asleep sitting up the longer I sat out there to talk with him. I reluctantly stood to my feet, mumbling a goodnight as I slowly made my way back to the camp that was set up for the night.

As I finally found my way back through the trees, I noticed that the fire was still going, causing my brows to furrow and do a scan to see who the hell was still up at this time. But then my eyes landed on Daryl, still very much awake as he sat upright, waiting for me to come back. My pace seemed to quicken once I saw him staring off into space in boredom, his eyes shifting towards me once I was close enough, giving me a small smile.

"Hey." he said innocently.

I tilted my head in concern, "Love, you didn't have to wait up for me. I'm sorry I talked to him for so long."

He shook his head, "Nah don't apologize, I wanted to. Just in case ya needed me."

There was a hidden meaning behind those words, but for me I could see it crystal clearly. In the back of my mind, sleeping in the woods again after the attack did put me a little on edge and I didn't want to be alone. But I didn't even really ponder or worry over it until he said something just now. It amazed me that he knew me better than I knew myself sometimes.

When I didn't say anything to his sweet comment, he patted the space next to him a few times to invite me over. I smiled and walked over to sit next to him, the both of us then laying down together to try and get comfortable for the night. I rested my head on his chest to listen to the steady beat of his heart, though I felt that it increased the moment I got closer to him, and I let myself hum in content.

"Thank you." I whispered.

He moved his head to look down at me, "For what?"

"Everything."

In response, felt him place a lingering kiss on the top of my head, and my eyelids started to get heavier with each second that passed. For the first time in the past week, I was safe, I was calm, I was home. I fell asleep that night without tossing and turning, because of the strong arms that wrapped around me protectively. I didn't wake up multiple times throughout the night, because I knew that he was beside me the whole time. And I didn't cry myself to sleep thinking about the family I lost, because they were right here with me sleeping peacefully.

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New World🍂Part.14

Summary: You grew up in a crappy town with one friend who kept you going, everything started to fall into place, that’s until the world ended and the dead ruled the world, now you and your best friend Daryl Dixon had to stay alive but will you finally confess?

Part.13

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The next morning we packed up some of the food and heading out hoping to find the others and if we couldn’t then we’ll just have to come back here

As we walked along the ever lasting road Judith was snacking on little treats I was feeding her, thankful she was a quiet baby so we didn’t have to worry about another attraction for walkers

“Ya sure yer good holding her?” Daryl asked as he adjusted the crossbow over his shoulder

“Oh ya I’m fine, I gotta get use to it anyways”

“How’s the baby been?”

“She’s good, she’s been kicking around in there definitely gonna be a wild one definitely a Dixon” I said as Judith giggled

“She?”

“I don’t know I don’t like calling her “it” and I just feel deep down she’s our little girl I dreamed of”

“Maybe she is, all we got left is hope”

Judith fell asleep in my arms as we continued walking as we came to a town full of deserted houses

“Maybe we should check these, there might be supplies” I said pointing to a White House on the corner, he grumbled in agreement, he searched the place first before he gave the all clear that I could explore the house

“Seems like someone was here recently” I said noticing the cereal dishes on the table

“Mmmm be on the look out”

Looking around the bedrooms I found another baby blanket for Judith and some baby clothes that’ll fit her better

“Find anything?” Daryl called from the doorway

“Just some baby supplies for Jude, you?”

“How about these?” He asked holding up a lacy blue thong

“DARYL! Put that away you’re crazy”

“Well I’m keepin em until ya wanna have some fun”

“Yer lucky I love you Dixon” I said trying to cover the rising blush on my face as I heard him let out a laugh

He sat on the bed watching me as I continued to rummage through the room, Judith tucked against my chest still sleeping

“Yer gonna be a great mom” I looked back at him smiling

“You think?”

“Look how yer with lil asskicker, she loves ya”

“I won’t say I’m not nervous or scared because I am, Jesus I’m terrified but to know I’ll be able to hold a little baby that we have together, that’s what keeps me hopeful that something might work out, that we can be a family” I said as I sat next to him

“Ya got nothin to be scared about, I got ya, all three of ya”

After rummaging through a few more houses we decided to keep walking maybe meeting up with whoever was in these houses before us

“Did ya hear that?” He asks stopping me in my track as we listened out again, two voices in the near distance, a male and a female oddly familiar, he took my hand leading me through the tree until we saw a road, a silhouette of a two family members I thought I’d never see again

“I’m gonna go first, they’ll be on guard, wait for my signal” he whispered as he left the tree line approaching Rick and Michonne

They shot up hearing Daryl’s walking, katana and gun pointed right at him as his hands were raised

“Rick it’s me” he groaned in his gravely voice I love so much

They lowered their weapons sharing emotional hugs just like Daryl and I did when we reunited, we all really became a family at the prison so finding others again made that hopeless feeling dwindle just a little more

He whistled obvious signal for me, I walked out and they all looked in my direction

“Y/n?” Michonne called running to me and squeezing me tight

“I missed you”

“I missed you too”

She pulled back to I could see Rick

“I’ve got a surprise” I smiled pulling Judith out of her nap sack against my chest that was covering her, Rick ran over swiping her out of my arms holding her tight, crying in joy as he placed a kiss to my forehead

“Thank you so much” he said with so much hope as I saw Carl come out of van joining us

“She was amazing, never fussy, I’d do it all over again” I said resting my hands on my belly

“How’s the baby?” Michonne asked as we sat down on the road, Daryl on my left Carl on my right

“She’s good, tired but we’re doing better after finding Daryl again, now you guys, hope we find more” I said as Carl leaned against me, we were close at the farm and start of the prison before everything happened, it was nice to have him around again, just wanting to protect him

“She?” Carl asked

“I just have a feeling she’s a girl, call it mothers intuition”

“Either way she’ll be beautiful” Michonne smiled

“Thanks”

We continued to catch up and everything, they told us about some guys they came across and had to run away from, when we heard rustling around us, men soon surrounding us, we all stood in defence, ricks gun out, Michonne katana, and Daryl’s crossbow

“Look at this, the prick who killed our guy” it was them, the group they were telling us about

A man I hadn’t seen behind me took hold of me wrapping his arms around me so I couldn’t move

“Weapons down or the knocked up one gets killed first”

Everyone dropped them, Daryl looking at me with fearful eyes

“Dont ya touch her” Daryl growled

“Hmmm I don’t think so I think I’m gonna have some fun with this one” he laughed in my ear as the other men started beating on Daryl, Michonne and Rick trying to stop them

I groaned when I was pushed to my knees feeling the pebbles from the road dig into me making me whine the emotions high, he took my shirt and ripped it in half exposing my chest and bump

“Don’t touch me pig” I said getting enough strength to kick him off, take my knife out of my waist band and stab him right through the chest

Everyone stopped what they were doing turning to me, but my eyes were on the man that had Carl pushed to the ground

“Let him go” he laughed mockingly, the rage boiled in me when I heard Carl cry, I walked over as he stepped back taking his hands off Carl

“Woah woah” he said before I pushed the knife straight into his throat blood splattering all over my face, watching him drop to the ground, this gave the others enough distraction to finish off the others, when they were all dead Daryl ran to me, his face busted but in this moment he didn’t seem to care about that

“Are ya okay peach?” He asked looking over my body, anger evident on his face when he noticed my shirt was ripped

“I’m….im fine, are you okay, you’re bleeding”

“Don’t worry, here change” he said as he went into my backpack pulling out a shirt we got from a house, he used the ripped shirt to wipe off the blood covering face then helping me put on the fresh one

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to but……but I had to”

“Ya saved us peach it’s okay” he said holding me to his chest

“Come on, let’s leave the men to talk you need rest” Michonne said guiding me to the back of the van with Judith and Carl, finally feeling the adrenaline wear off

“I feel sick” I groaned leaning against the window

“Just sleep, we’ll worry about everything tomorrow”

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My Iron Lung - The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader: 1

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Disoriented.

Disoriented was the only word that could be used to explain that agonizing plane trip to Georgia, and in following, the extensive drive to Kings County. Your childhood home, the one in which you shared with your older brother, Rick, the same man who was shot in a police chase and left in a comatose state in the hospital.

When you got the call, it was late that evening, having just clocked out of work early to get some very needed shut eye. You hadn’t slept in days, being called to the office to investigate a newly reported bacteria in one of the patients donated for study.

You were walking to your car, the bastard sitting alone in an empty hospital lot. You had stayed late tonight, being the last to finalize a recent study.

“Hey-! Lori, just the girl I was missing.” You cheered, exhaustion lacing your tone as you opened your car door. “What’s up?”

There was no response, just heavy breathing, an unfocused mind on the other side of the phone. You could tell something was very wrong.

“Lo?” Your voice came out more raw than intended, worry now flooding your mind. You knew of your brother’s marital issues. Christ, he’d call you in distress, day by day about the countless nonsense they chose to argue about. “Lo? Did you guys fight-? Hey, you’re okay right?” You knew Rick wasn’t aggressive, never in your life could you imagine he’d get violent, not with Lori. He treated that woman as if she was fragile, like he was afraid to speak his mind. That’s what pissed her off so much, you knew that. “Just- breathe! Hey, it’s okay-“

“No-“ Lori’s voice croaked out, pained, broken whimpers following as she failed to keep her composure.

“Oh, sweetheart.” You frowned, adjusting your position in your front seat. The doors were locked, key resting in the cars ignition. “Really- it’s going to be okay-“

“Rick’s been shot-!”

You fell silent, jaw slacking as your eyes nearly widened out of their sockets. Your lips quivered, small cracks of sound escaping your throat before you cleared it. “..he’s dead?”

It was more of a statement than a question. You didn’t want to know the answer, but at the same time, you needed it.

“..No- no, not yet. He’s- he’s in the hospital right now- he’s in a coma they said.” She was afraid to answer, voice shaking as if she couldn’t believe it herself. This poor woman.

Carl. Oh, poor Carl.

“I’m coming.”

“Oh-“ Lori sounded relieved, her breath releasing as if she had been holding it in. “Oh- but I don’t want you to get in trouble with your job-“

“That’s my brother, Lori.” You whisper “and you’re my family. You need me more than they do.” Do not cry. Do not cry. Do not cry. He was still alive- you could make it to see him.

“Oh god-“ she started to cry, her voice breaking under the pressure, long ugly sobs releasing into the phone.

“I’m coming, Lo. I promise.”

Working as an epidemiologist was plenty difficult, but being across seas was even harder. You and your brother shared many values, one of them being family oriented. You loved your family. Your sister in law, your nephew, your parents, but your brother was the closest person you ever had to a best friend. Seeing as you grew up quite sheltered under the protection of your older brother and his best friend, Shane, you never found the need to venture outside that circle.

That was until you all grew up, and they chose their professions, and you chose yours.

“Remember when we were little and I stole your toy truck?” You whispered, firm hand gripping his own. Rick looked like every other body you had seen in your line of work. But he wasn’t like them.

That seems like a insensitive thing to say- as if those bodies weren’t people too, once alive- laughing, crying- breathing people. (ironic considering what you’re reading huh? guess we’re all just bodies in the grand scheme of things.) but the difference was- Rick wasn’t dead. He was in an induced comatose state, hooked up to several ivs, machines clicking and beeping as they worked to keep him stabilized. It sounded like your new life, the sounds you had grown so accustomed to- now surrounding the memories of a life you once lived.

They had gone into surgery before you had even arrived, bullet wounds dressed in thick, white bandages. You wouldn’t label yourself as a paranoid individual, but you wouldn’t lie when you said you checked them at least once or twice since you had been there. They had to force you out by the time visitation hours closed- you begged, attempting to use your badge, your rank as an individual, to stay with him in the hospital. Your brother had always been a protector- but seeing him now, you felt as if it was your time to return the favor. Alas, most people in the United States who worked in healthcare were jackasses, so they were the least bit lenient, and you were sent home.

Shane had temporarily moved in with Lori and Carl, your sister in-law and nephew almost dependent on him as Rick slipped into his unresponsive state. You didn’t blame her for needing the extra help, that’s why you had flown all the way from the UK to see her.

Now, you would say your relationship with Shane was strained- you two definitely got along FAIRLY well in your youth- but let’s just say, his aggravating ass could’ve been an attributing factor to your occupation being across the ocean. So seeing him now- well, you wished it'd be under better circumstances- this didn’t really give you the chance to be an ass towards him.

“Hey, Aunt Y/N-“ Carl started.

“Yeah babe?”

“What’s it like? In Europe?” He came to sit next to you, the couch barely shifting underneath his weight.

“It’s not as hot as this, I can tell you that. Jesus Christ, I don’t know how you put up with it. So glad I left-“

He giggled at that, head leaning down upon your shoulder. You smiled. You had never given a thought to having kids- hell, you never really dwelled on relationships. High School was a mess, leaving you with an untasteful look into what future relationships could hold for you- highschool sweethearts were hard to come by, Lori and Rick being an exception, but even now you could attest that there was nothing “sweet” about them. They had a rocky relationship, as much as you’d like to say you didn’t blame either of them for their quarrels, Lori left you often surprised at what problem she had conjured up against your brother. Nevertheless, your brother raised you right, and you knew she meant well. For the most part.

“It’s not that bad! We have ice cream-“

“Oooh yes, Ice Cream.” Shane joined in, walking over to the couch with a mug in his hand. Coffee sounded so good right now. “Y/N, I didn’t get to welcome you back properly- so, I hope this will suffice. You’ve been real busy with Rick- so. Relax a bit.”

You take the mug almost immediately, eyelids slightly lowering as you brought it near to your face. You sipped from it, body immediately encased in a foreign warmth. You couldn’t imagine a world without coffee. (Woo child, get ready too.) “Relaxing would be wonderful, Shane. If only that was possible.”

He laughed, save his questionable sense of humor, as his hands went to mess with the remote control to the tv.

“Can I have some coffee-?” Carl curiously asked, eyes wide as he took in the glorious mug cemented in your hands. He half expected you to hiss, like a vampire revealed in the light- but you merely smiled, hands lowering the mug to his lips.

“Careful Carl, it’s hot.” You giggled. He honestly felt more like a brother than a nephew, reminding you of Rick when he was younger. It was uncanny.

He took one sip and recoiled- cheeks puffing out as heat swelled to his face. “Gross-! It tastes burnt!”

“Yeah, because there’s no sugar in it, idiot.” You responded, hand going to mess with his hair. He groaned in response, body sinking into the couch to avoid your hand. Despite the noise, Shane seemed rather distracted by what was on the tv, driving your attention away from giving Carl the biggest noogie of his life.

‘UK GOES UNDER GROWING PANDEMIC, MARTIAL LAW ACTIVE’ in big bold letters. A news lady giving a report, videos and photos of strange, sickly people. What a time to come over to the states, am I right? What the hell did you miss? Surely this couldn’t be related to the patient you had seen a week ago- something couldn’t spread this fast. Not normally, you’d get a sign first- a warning.

Was that patient your warning? Had you left them unattended to see your brother- was this your fault?

“Well shit, you know anything about that?” Shane pointed the remote at the tv, drawing his hand back down to the side of the couch. You jumped, almost as if he had read your thoughts. “Lori, you hearin’ this?” He called to her, distracting her from her frazzled, grieving state in the other room.

“What?” Now she had another thing to worry about- great, thanks Shane. “What the hell is that?”

You just stared, eyes narrowed, struggling to fully understand the concept placed in front of you. Videos of people biting- no, eating other people. It was something out of the horror games you’d used to play- Silent Hill level shit. “I didn’t hear about any of this.” You whispered, eyes trailing down to Carl, who seemed equally perplexed as his mother. She looked so lost.

“I’m sure it’ll be taken care of- Martial Law is a big deal.” The only thing you could muster, eyes meeting Lori’s. She looks grateful for your attempt, but it did nothing to calm the panic behind her eyes.

And as if the good lord was smiling down on you, he decided to prove you wrong. One more fucking time.

Which brings you to now, things stuffed in a car as you waited on Shane to come back with your brother. You were semi-confident- (haha, right)- in your abilities, as a scientist and a doctor, that you could take care of your brother in his state while you got the FUCK out of Kings County and to Atlanta. The pandemic- newly named the Apocalypse, was the fuel of everyone’s Halloween, Michael Jackson: Thriller inspired nightmare. Zombies everywhere, but they weren’t dancing- no, they were just- doing.. zombie things. I guess.

That’s making light of a situation that was not fucking funny. It actually, to your dismay, was as dry and dark as Shane’s humor.

Carl and Lori laid in the back seat of the car, huddled away from the windows as you sat in the driver's seat. Stressed was an understatement, you were scared shitless. Waiting for your brother and his best friend to come out of those hospital doors, government troops rushing in and out of them at the same time- guns, gunshots, sirens- those dead people walking the streets, steering for any sound, anything that moves.

“Shiiit, come on Shane- come on-“ you were gripping the steering wheel, leather squeaking as you strangled it, nails nearly folding in on themselves as you pressed. “Oh shit-“ you watched as a gun was shot by an army soldier, a bullet fatally landing in a corpse's head, its body dropping afterward. Blood flew everywhere, your eyes growing heavy as you wished to close them- close them and wake up only to find that this was a dream.

You know that before this, you had wished your brothers accident was a dream- a stupid, fucked dream, but this was so much worse- and the candle on top? it might’ve just been your fault.

But to your experience, the Grimes family had a strange way of coming to church, and if being the subject of every plague was your way of repenting, God was giving you no chance to miss it this time.

Which, must've been why he had sent Shane back out of that building without your brother over his shoulder.

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Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon season two, part four

Synopsis: Based on the events of The Walking Dead television series, Y/N Grimes, younger sister of Rick Grimes, attempts to survive in a world now inhabited by walkers. Family has always meant everything to her, but in this new world, can she keep her family safe and together?

Show: The Walking Dead (S1-S11)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Warnings: coarse language, violence, character deaths, drug and alcohol references, series spoilers and general The Walking Dead content warnings!

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Morning came quickly, despite your mostly sleepless night. You’d been in and out on the rocking chair on the porch, every small sound shaking you awake. When a few of the others had gone off to collect stones for Otis’ funeral, you’d wasted no time in joining them. It wasn’t long before you spotted Daryl and the others arriving. You all met up at the front of the farmhouse.

Dale approached Rick. “How is he?”

Lori smiled beside her husband. “He’ll pull through. Thanks to Hershel and his people.”

“And Shane.” Rick added. “We’d have lost Carl if not for him.”

You kicked lightly at the grass beneath your feet. As much as Rick was right, you hated standing by while he praised a traitor. Having known Shane most of your life, you felt beyond betrayed by what he had done and you couldn’t imagine how much it would hurt Rick. They were never just best friends; more like brothers. Hell, Shane was like your brother too, until recently.

“Thank god,” Carol said, hugging Lori. “We were so worried.”

“How did it happen?” Dale asked.

“A hunting accident. That’s all– just a stupid accident.”

Moments later you would all gather around an old tree, where Patricia had decided to keep a memorial for Otis. Everyone began stacking rocks in the spot as Hershel spoke of God, Otis and the legacy he left behind.

You had come to know what happened in the woods, Otis accidentally shooting Carl. As angry as you were, you had to admire that the man had risked his life to try and save your nephew.

“Shane, will you speak for Otis?” Hershel asked.

You looked to Shane, who was pale as a ghost.

“I’m not good at it.” Shane responded. “I’m sorry.”

“You were the last one with him.” Patricia spoke up. “You shared his final moments. Please. I need to know his death had meaning.”

“Okay.” Shane whispered, his eyes shifting to the ground for a moment. “We were about done, almost out of ammo. We were down to pistols by then. I was limping real bad. Ankle all swollen up. ‘We’ve got to save the boy’, see, that’s what he said. He gave me his backpack and shoved me ahead. Said to run and that he’d cover me. When I looked back…” Shane took a deep breath. “If not for Otis, I’d have never made it out alive and that goes for Carl too. It was Otis. He saved us both. If any death ever had meaning, it was his.”

Patricia smiled, nodding as tears fell down her cheeks. Shane turned to the pile of rocks, placing another one on top. You watched him closely, noticing his hands shaking ever so slightly. Daryl had been watching him too, your eyes connecting with a shared confusion. Whatever had happened with Otis, Shane was not himself.

…

“How long has this girl been lost?” Hershel asked.

“This’ll be day there.” Rick responded.

Maggie hurried over with a map, laying it across the hood of the car you were gathered around. “County survey map. Shows terrain and elevations.”

“This is perfect. We can finally get this thing organized.” Rick spoke. “We’ll grid the whole area and start searching in teams.”

“Not you. Not today.” Hershel said. “You gave three units of blood. You wouldn’t be hiking five minutes in this heat before passing out.” He then turned to Shane. “And your ankle… Push it now, you’ll be laid up for a month, no good to anybody.”

“Guess it’s just me.” Daryl sighed. “I’m gonna head back to the creek, work my way from there.”

“I’ll join you.” You spoke, earning a nod from him.

“I can still be useful. I’ll drive up the interstate, see if Sophia wandered back.” Shane suggested.

“Alright, tomorrow then.” Rick responded. “We’ll start doing this right.”

“That means we can’t have our people out there with just knives. They need the gun training we’ve promised them.”

Hershel shook his head. “I’d prefer you not carrying guns on my property. We’ve managed so far without turning this into an armed camp.”

“All due respect, you get a crowd of those things wandering in here…” Shane trailed off.

“Look, we’re guests here.” Rick spoke. “This is your property and we will respect that.”

Rick took his gun out of the holster, placing it on the hood of the car. Shane reluctantly followed suit.

“I’m heading out so I’ll be keeping mine.” You spoke, folding your arms across your chest.

Rick nodded. “First things first: Set camp, find Sophia.”

“I hate to be the one to ask, but somebody’s got to. What happens if we find her and she’s bit?” Shane asked. “I think we should all be clear on how we handle that.”

“You do what has to be done.”

“And her mother? What do you tell her?” Maggie asked.

“The truth.” Andrea spoke up.

“It won’t be easy, but she’ll understand.” You agreed.

“I’ll gather and secure all the weapons. Make sure no one’s carrying till we’re at a practice range off site.” Shane nodded. “I do request one rifle man on lookout. Dale’s got experience.”

“Our people would feel safer, less inclined to carry a gun.” Rick agreed, and Hershel nodded. “Thank you.”

Everyone slowly parted ways, heading off to prepare for whatever job they were given. You found your backpack in the back of one of the cars, rummaging through it to make sure you had everything you needed. Luckily, you had enough water and a few granola bars to tie you over until you got back.

You headed back towards the farmhouse, watching as Rick came out and began approaching Daryl.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be back before dark.” Daryl mumbled, waving him off.

“Hey,” Rick spoke. “We got a base. We can get this search properly organized now.”

“You got a point or we just chatting?” Daryl asked.

“My point is it lets you off the hook.” Rick spoke, glancing over Daryl’s shoulder at you for a moment. “You don’t owe us anything.”

Daryl turned around, noticing you just a few steps away. He left out a small huff, beginning to walk past you and towards the farm’s main road. “My other plans fell through.”

…

“I hope Shane and Andrea are having better luck than we are.” You huffed, pushing your way through some bushes.

It had been a few hours since you’d left the farm and any trail you’d found belonged to a walker or animals. Luckily, Daryl had started teaching you a few things about tracking. It was still mostly lost on you, but you appreciated it.

“Doubt she made it back to the highway after all this time.” Daryl responded.

“Well, she’s got to be somewhere.” You spoke. “Surely she couldn’t have wandered off that far, dead or alive.”

Daryl paused, eyeing you for a moment. “You think she’s gone?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. It’s hard to keep holding out hope after everything that’s happened in the last few days.”

“Carl’s a tough kid. He’ll bounce back before you know it.”

You nodded in agreement, spotting a house through the trees. “Do you think Sophia might’ve hidden in there?”

“Only one way to find out.” Daryl replied, pushing his way through the brush.

It was an open area, a run down house sitting in the middle. Some wilting flowers and many weeds were scattered around the place. It looked long abandoned, but you prayed you’d find her alive inside.

Daryl approached the door with his crossbow in hand, looking back at you. You held your knife up and nodded, prompting him to open the door.

You followed Daryl’s lead as the two of you made your way through the house. It was silent besides the sound of your footsteps across the creaking floor.

As you arrived in the kitchen, there was a small panty with the door cracked open ever so slightly.

You exchanged a glance with Daryl before pulling open the door, revealing a small set up of blankets and a pillow on the floor.

“She’s small enough, she could’ve been hiding out in here.” You spoke, lowering your knife to your side.

“Then where the hell’d she go?” Daryl huffed, turning around and peering out the kitchen window.

“It’s wishful thinking, but maybe she went off to find some water.” You picked up an empty bottle from the ground. “It looks like whoever was here ran out.”

You headed towards the kitchen cupboards, opening them up and grabbing whatever you could from the higher shelves.

Daryl looked back at you and you shrugged, placing it all on the table. “If it’s her and she comes back, at least she’ll be able to reach the food now.”

“It’s getting dark,” Daryl mumbled. “We should head back.”

“I’ll come back here tomorrow, see if any of this food has been eaten.”

With that, the two of you left the house and began your journey back to the farm. Even though you were hopeful you’d found where Sophia had been living, you hoped someone else had actually managed to find her.

Before you reached the forest again, Daryl veered off towards a section of flowers that were still somehow blooming among the dead ones. He eyed them for a moment before picking one out and heading back towards you.

“A flower?” You asked..

He nodded. “Figured Carol could use something nice.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”

…

By the time you arrived back at the farm, the sun was nearly gone for the day. Rick noticed the two of you on the path, rushing over as Daryl headed off to find Carol.

“How did it go?” He asked.

“We found an old house, but that’s it. Did anyone else have any luck?”

Rick shook his head.

“How is Carl?”

“He’s doing better.” Rick smiled slightly. “He’s up, talking Lori’s ear off.”

You laughed. “That’s my nephew.”

“How did things go with Daryl?” Rick asked.

“It went fine.” You responded. “I mean, he taught me a bit about tracking. Had my back when we ran into walkers.”

Rick nodded. “You think he can be trusted?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You don’t?”

“It’s not like we got off on the best foot.” Rick spoke. “He’s an asset, there’s no disputing that, I just worry.”

“I trust him more than I trust Shane.” You mumbled.

“Shane?” Rick questioned. “What happened with Shane?”

You shook your head. “It’s nothing, really. He’s just been a completely different person for a while now. You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”

“It’s a different world. Are any of the same people we were?”

You bit your tongue, knowing it wasn’t your place to tell him about what happened with Lori. It wasn’t your place to tell him about the affair, either.

“You’re right.” You spoke. “You’re right, it’s just a hard adjustment I guess.”

Rick smiled at you. “Now that we have this place, maybe we can all start getting back to normal. Somewhat, at least.”

“I hope so.”

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AN: Hi, here is the next chapter! I'm sorry it's been so long since an update, it's been a weird week. I hope you all enjoy this one! I'm going to try to get started on the next chapter tomorrow so it's not as long as a wait for the next one. Please remember to like/reblog if you enjoyed!

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carl-grimes-fav-wife · 7 months

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You and me Always, Forever Part 1 Carl Grimes x Female reader

THESE AREN'T MY CHARACTERS THEY ARE FROM THE WALKING DEAD SHOW Warnings: Blood, Mention of death, Cursing, Reader calling Daryl daddy (non sexual way he's her father you fool). N/n stands for nickname TEXT MEANING Purple: Y/n speaking Blue: Carl speaking Green: Other characters speaking Red: Sexual content/Topic Pink + Italics: Thoughts TIME PERIOD: END OF SEASON 3- START OF SEASON 4 Requested: No

He stood there. The boy that had been my best friend since the beginning of this whole shit show. Maggie was holding his newborn baby sister covered in blood. Rick was crying and screaming. But the only thing I was focused on was Carl. The poor boy had just lost his mom and his father wasn’t really comforting him. I was debating on whether or not to hug him. I ended up deciding to hug him. I ran over to him and wrapped my arms around him. “I’m so sorry Carl. I’m so, so sorry.” I said. He just stood there for a minute before hugging me back. “I-I killed her- I- I killed my mom, y/n…” I started to stroke his hair. “You did what you had to Carl. It’s not your fault. You’re not a bad person .” He just kept crying. I felt awful. His father went into the section Lori had died in. “Shh it’ll be okay Carl…”

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A few weeks later Daryl and Maggie had just recently gotten back from getting baby supplies. I was sitting in Carl's cell with him with his baby sister. "She's really cute. You pick a name out yet?" "Yeah I guess she is... And no not yet" "Oh shit dads back. You good if I leave for a little bit? My dad just got back and-“ Carl had cut me off “JUST STOP Y/N! I'M NOT A BABY, I'M FINE TO BE BY MYSELF!” “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make it seem like I thought you were... Never mind. I'll talk to you later Carl." I said walking off. "He just needs time to cool off... This is a lot for him. After all were still just kids." I took a few minutes before I went to find my dad. Once I did find him I walked over to him and hugged him. "HI daddy! Welcome back. I have a question. Do you think Carl will ever be happy again?" "Eventually. Yer just gotta give the kid some time. Alright, Pumpkin?" My dad said, hugging me back and kissing my forehead. "Okay daddy. Thank you." "Course pumpkin. I'd do anythin for ya sweetie. I'm gonna go check on Rick. Justa make sure Carl's alright?" "Okay daddy. Cya later!" I said running off to check on my bestfriend. "Cya sweetheart."

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A few months later "I hate her Carl! Ugh why did my dad have to bring her back here!" I said pacing back and forth in Carl's cell. "I dunno. What's so bad about her I think she's sorta nice." He said while laying on his bed "Carl! You're supposed to be on MY side! She's so annoying I hate her. I dunno why my dad even likes her she's not even that pretty." I stopped to look at him "You don't know for sure if he even likes her. She JUST got here. He's just being nice. I dunno what you want me to say Y/n." He looked over at me "Just listen I guess? You're my best friend. And he definitely does like her. I mean c'mon when is Daryl nice to anyone? Plus its not like you're happy with your dad either. After he let the governors people in." "But Y/n he found her. It's different. I wouldn't think to much about it. But anyways. You talk a lot. And you talk with your hands a lot" "Rude. And I do not!" "Its the truth n/n" "Whatever." "C'mon Y/nnnn don't be like that." "Ill do whatever I want." "You're cute when you're upset." "What?" "Nothing" "Carl I actually didn't hear you- whatever." I said sitting next to his bed "I'll tell you someday. Promise." He put his hat on my head and I smiled. "I'll hold you to that then, Grimes." "I know you will. Dixon." ----------------------------------- It had only been a few weeks since I had that conversation with Carl. We both thought things would get better. But boy, were we wrong. The governor had attacked again. Hershel died. Michonne almost died. I got separated from Carl. I thought the world was as shitty as it could get before but no. Without him everything seemed way worse. I was constantly worried if he was alive or not. I hope he was. I dunno what I'd do if I never saw him and his pretty blue eyes again. I'd probably die. This is all so weird. Before the apocalypse being friends with a boy would be weird. But now a boy's my best friend. And to make this whole shit show better when I got separated I also stuck with Valerie. I'm pretty sure my dad likes her. He acts like it. All I want is to just see my dad and Carl again. That's all I care about. They're all I care about. I will admit she can keep me alive. Sort've. But how long till she can't? ----------------------------------- Carl's POV No. No. I wish this was a all just a bad dream. But it wasn't. In the span of a few months I lost my mom, sister, and bestfriend. I used to think girls had cooties but now? Now I don't think their all that bad. I mean hell my bestfriends a girl. Probably the nicest and prettiest girl I've ever seen but that doesn't matter. What matters is making sure she didn't die. The only thing really stopping me from that is my dad. God I hate saying that but after we left the prison he was so beat up. He's trying but he's really starting to piss me off. He's acting as if he's stronger than me. He usually is but with the condition his in right now. He's practically useless. I get he's trying to protect me cause I'm his son and he just lost his daughter but still. I'm not a baby anymore and I don't need him treating me like one. He's doing an okay job taking care and protecting me now. But how long till he can't? ----------------------------------- Y/ns POV

Holy shit. It's him. It's actually him. I didn't think I'd ever see him again. I didn't know I could be this happy to see someone. HOLY SHIT. Dad was with them too?! I started crying. I was so happy. But dad didn't seem to notice me. He ran right to Valerie. Saying I was pissed and hurt was an understatement. But if he wanted to hug her first I would hug Carl first. I ran over to Carl and he ran to me and we hugged each other. "I thought I'd never see you again." "I didn't think I'd ever see you again ever either... Oh my god I love you so much Y/n. I lost Judith and I thought I lost you. I wouldn't be able to live with both of you gone. God I love you so much." I pulled away from him and looked at him. Still somewhat hugging. "Wait- Judith- she's? You love me?" "Yeah... I don't really wanna talk about it... And of course I do. You mean a lot to me." "I dunno what to say Carl... I love you too." "You do?" "Yeah... Yeah I do." "Good." He kissed my cheek and hugged me again. "I'd do anything for you, Y/n."

----------------------------------- I hoped you enjoyed! Sorry if it wasn't the best it's my first fanfic! Part two should be up soon!

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SKELETONS | ch. 45

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Hey all! Someone recently brought to my attention that I have been falsely tagging this series with an "x reader" tag. I'm sorry if that's caused any confusion! I'll be fixing that as soon as I can.

Summary: Daryl and Iris continue onward with the group of survivors they've discovered... until a reunion goes sideways and they are forced to make a choice. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; threatening; murder; false accusations; brutality; beating someone to death; discarding of bodies; homemade alcohol (potentially dangerous); betrayal; framing someone; implications of sexual assault; looting bodies

Chapter 45 - Us and Them

Iris jumped when a pair of hands slammed on the trunk of the car, calling their attention to Len. He stormed aside their car, attempted to yank Daryl’s side door open, only to find it locked. He then punched the window, giving Iris a reason to step out of the car and point her knife at him.

“Lay off. A scratch on this car is a scratch on you.” She warned. Len scoffed, backing up as Daryl got out, facing him.

“You got to be kidding me… Christ. Give it here.” Len demanded, holding out his hand.

“You step back.” Daryl said lowly.

“My half was in the bag. Now it’s gone.” Len stated by way of explanation. “Now ain’t nobody around here interested in no half a damn cottontail except you. Ain’t that right?”

“You’re the only one still thinking about that crap.” Daryl grunted, rolling his eyes.

“Empty your bag.” Len demanded, reaching around into the car.

“I said step back.” Daryl repeated louder, slamming the car door before he could get his grimy fingers in there. This drew a little more attention, the others coming around and standing by. Joe came forward, watching them both carefully. He stepped beside Iris, reaching into the car and pulling the bag out.

“Did you take his rabbit, Daryl?” He asked slowly. “Just tell me the truth.”

“I didn’t take nothing.” Daryl spat.

“What do we got here?” Joe said, upturning his bag and pouring the contents out all over the floor. Cinnamon sticks, a switch, an extra shirt, the ass-half of the rabbit… and the front half.

“Well, look at that.” Len said, narrowing his eyes.

“You put that there, didn’t you?” Iris accused, glaring.

"You lied.” Len stated to Daryl, ignoring her.

“Didn’t you?” She said louder.

“You lied. You stole!” Len accused louder, pointing his finger into Daryl’s chest. Daryl shoved him backward. “We gonna teach this fool or what, Joe? Huh?”

“Whoa, whoa.” Joe said, stepping forward between them again. “Now, Daryl says he didn’t take your half of the rabbit. So we got a little conundrum here. Either he’s lying, which is an actionable offense, or you didn’t plant it on him like some pussy, punk-ass, cheating, coward cop, did you? ‘Cause while that wouldn’t be specifically breaking the rules, it’d be disappointing.”

“It would.” Len agreed, nodding, facing Joe much closer now. “I didn’t.”

“Good.” Joe replied, patting his shoulder before he turned back to Daryl. “Well…” He whipped around so fast Iris didn’t even see Len hit the floor after his fist connected with his jaw. “Teach him a lesson, gents. He’s a lying sack of shit. I’m sick of it. Teach him all the way.” Len groaned before the men laid into him. Every way they could beat the shit out of him, they did. And Joe turned around casually, facing Daryl and Iris once more. “I saw him do it.”

“Why didn’t you try to stop him?” Daryl asked, narrowing his eyes.

“He wanted to play that out. I let him.” Joe answered with a shrug. “You told the truth. He lied. You understand the rules. He doesn’t.” Joe bent down, picking up the head-half of the rabbit and tossing it to Daryl. “Looks like you get the head, too.” Iris recoiled slightly as Len started to bleed. He was groaning, drooling all over the floor. His jaw was broken, his teeth scattered across the concrete. They kept hitting him, kicking him. Eventually, his body stopped lurching in pain. He stopped grunting and moaning. They left his corpse there, going back to their own business. It was Iris who had to walk over and put her knife through his brain.

When they woke up the next morning, someone had stepped up and removed Len’s body from the floor. They gathered their things quickly and moved out. Iris was grateful for the step into fresh air for about fifteen seconds before she glanced down, finding Len’s body thrown off the edge of the entrance platform. Unceremoniously dumped, meaningless and forgotten. One of his own arrows was stabbed through his chest. Daryl and Iris both recoiled. Daryl picked up the bloody tarp they’d used to carry him out, debating for a moment whether or not to cover him. In the end, the bloody tarp stayed put, and Len’s body was left for the maggots.

They moved on, cutting through a field to move along the train tracks without the extra miles. Joe continued to walk at the back of their little group with Daryl and Iris. He had a steel flask that he drank out of often, eventually passing it to Daryl.

“White lightning.” He explained. “Easiest thing to make with the least amount of supplies.” Iris raised an eyebrow. Sugar, water, yeast. Delicious. Daryl took a hearty sip. “I’d start slow if I was you. Your stomach’s probably emptier than you think.” He offered the flask to Iris, who shook her head.

“I ain’t been lit at dawn since before everything fell apart.” Daryl stated.

“Fell apart?” Joe asked, making a face. “I never looked at it like that. Seems to me like things are finally starting to fall together. At least for guys like us. Living like this, surviving. We’ve been doing this from the start, right?” They stepped up onto the tracks, finding a sign. There was a big railroad map with a black star in the centre. It was underlined many times with thick black print reading TERMINUS. It came with another sign above it that read SANCTUARY FOR ALL, COMMUNITY FOR ALL, THOSE WHO ARRIVE SURVIVE.

“Getting closer.” One of the men stated. Daryl and Iris stopped to read the sign.

“You’ve seen this before?” Daryl asked. “Oh, yeah. I’ll tell you what it is, it’s a lie. Ain’t no sanctuary for all. Ain’t gonna welcome guys like you and me with open arms.” Joe explained, frowning at the sign.

“That’s where we’re headed?” Iris asked.

“Now you’re asking?”

“Yes.” She said flatly. He chuckled.

“We were in a house minding our own business and this walking piece of fecal matter was hiding in the home. Strangled our colleague Lou and left him to turn. Lou came at all of us. He lit out. We tracked him to these tracks, one of those signs and thus we’ve got a destination in mind.” Joe explained.

“You see his face?” Daryl asked.

“Only Tony.” Joe replied, motioning to Iris’ next murder target. “That’s enough for a reckoning.” Tony stopped on the tracks, looking down at the ground at something. He stepped closer, only for Daryl to interrupt him. “Claimed.” He called. Tony grimaced, stepping back as Daryl picked it up. A whole damn strawberry plant, roots and all. The others kept moving. Iris smiled softly as Daryl tucked it into his bag. Hopefully it could survive long enough for them to plant it somewhere.

They kept walking through the night. Joe claimed he had a feeling they were pretty close to the guy who killed their man. Iris wasn’t so sure, that is, until they spotted a light through the trees. A fire. It was snuffed out after a minute, but Joe urged them all to stop, to be silent as they moved through the woods. It was the man, he was certain. He and another guy took point as they got closer to the edge. There were to survivors sitting on logs on the road. A truck nearby with another one inside. Asleep. Iris took one step closer and blanched.

Rick and Michonne stood still as Joe confronted them. He held a pistol to the side of Rick’s head, the others coming in and surrounding them like they’d surrounded Daryl and Iris. Carl was asleep in the truck. If Rick killed Lou, he must have had a good reason. Iris grabbed Daryl’s arm and he nodded silently, staying back a second to register the situation before surging forward. These assholes might have their system, but they were dumb. If Rick and Michonne were armed enough, they could take them.

“You screwed up, asshole.” Joe declared. “You hear me? You screwed up! Today is a day of reckoning, sir. Restitution. A balancing of the whole damn universe.” Carl jumped up in his seat as one of the guys slammed his hands on the window like a walker. “Shit, and I was thinking of turning in for the night on New Year’s Eve. Now who’s gonna count down the ball dropper with me, huh? Ten Mississippi. Nine Mississippi. Eight Mississippi—“

“Joe!” Daryl called, stepping forward. “Hold up.” Iris stepped up beside him, making eye contact with Michonne and Rick. They looked hurt, confused, impatient. They wanted to know what the deal was, and so did Iris. She was a half-step behind Daryl, and took the opportunity these idiots gave her by not paying her any mind these past few days to gesture with her hand at her side. Stay calm. Wait. She turned, making eye contact with Carl, and offering a small smile. He was just as fearful as his dad.

“You’re stopping me on eight, Daryl.” Joe stated, frowning. Daryl continued to step forward while Iris stayed by the truck. She’d have to get Carl out before the asshole on the other side did. Carl inched slowly away from him, getting the gist.

“Hold up.” Daryl repeated.

“This is the guy that killed Lou, so we got nothing to talk about.” One of the men hissed, adjusting his grip on his rifle.

“The thing about nowadays is we got nothing but time.” Joe corrected. “Say your piece, Daryl.”

“These people.” Daryl began surely. “You’re gonna let them go. These are good people.”

“Now, I think Lou would disagree with you on that.” Joe countered. “I’ll of course have to speak for him and all, ‘cause your friend here strangled him in a bathroom.”

“You want blood. I get it.” Daryl agreed. He put down his bag, his crossbow, spreading his arms wide. “Take it from me, man.” He offered. “Come on.” Iris’ eyes went wide, and she almost opened her mouth to protest. That would not be happening.

“This man killed our friend.” Joe said sincerely, his eyes all wide and innocent. Iris knew then that these people were much more dangerous than she realized. At least Joe was. He was damn smart, and he knew exactly what each twitch of his eyebrow did to anyone who looked at him. “You say he’s good people. See, now that right there is a lie. It’s a lie!” At that, two of the guys grabbed each arm, slamming Daryl into the ground.

“No!” Rick yelled. They grabbed him by the vest, hauling him against the truck and beginning to hit him. Hard. Iris backed off, slipping behind the tailgate. The other son of a bitch who scared Carl was standing on the other side, watching gleefully. Iris crept up behind him, burying her knife in the soft spot between his neck and shoulder. He barely gurgled, and Iris dragged him down behind the truck. No one seemed to notice. Sad.

She then crept forward, opening the truck door a little. Carl turned away from Daryl, his eyes wide. Iris held her finger to her lips, beckoning. She handed him a knife. Rick spotted them out of the corner of his eye, and Iris kept her finger up. He looked away, back to Daryl. Michonne glowered at Tony, who held his own pistol to her head.

“You’ll get yours. Just you wait.” He assured, licking his lips.

“Listen, it was me. It was just me.” Rick pleaded.

“See, now that’s right. That’s not some damn lie.” Joe agreed. “Look, we can settle this. We’re reasonable men. First, we’re gonna beat Daryl to death. Then we’ll have the boy. Then we’ll have your girl, and his—“ He stopped, looking to his left to see his man dead on the ground. He frowned. “Where the hell is the girl?”

“Scum of the fucking earth.” Iris spat, throwing her knife right in Tony’s eye. He screamed, collapsing, allowing Michonne to get up. Carl attacked one of the guys who was beating on Daryl, and Rick slammed his head backward into Joe’s face. The gunshot rang out, right past Rick’s ear, but a miss nonetheless. Joe recoiled, clutching his still-sore nose. Rick stood, his ears probably ringing like hell, and started fist-fighting Joe.

One of the men slapped Iris into the ground, holding his gun to her head. Joe had his arms wrapped around Rick, wrestling with him. Rick leaned back before sinking his teeth into Joe’s neck, ripping out a chunk of his throat. He spat it out into the ground, Joe crying out in pain as his blood gushed.

His body collapsed to the ground, Michonne and Daryl making quick work of the others. Michonne shot two with Tony’s gun, and Daryl beating his other attacker into the ground, smashing his skull with his boot. He fell back into the truck, staggering on his feet.

They spent the night there. They looted the bodies, gathering the bags of shitty supplies. Most of it was bullshit, but the weapons were nice. Michonne slept with Carl and a barely-conscious Daryl in the truck, while Rick spent the night bouncing his knee, sitting on the ground against the door. Iris sat in the truck bed facing the other way, just in case. Even as the run rose, her adrenaline burned. The way those men spoke, their actions… What they would have done to Michonne, to herself, to Carl. What they did do to Daryl… It was terrifying.

Iris jumped out of the truck bed when she decided it was late enough in the morning. She had begun treating her own wounds, preparing to treat everyone else’s. Particularly Daryl’s. He didn’t sleep long, and he didn’t look particularly beaten. At least, his face seemed alright with the fleeting glimpse she got before he went off to survey the area. Rick was covered in blood, particularly his face. She said nothing, simply kneeling down with a rag and a bottle of water, wetting it for him.

“We should save it to drink.” He protested, but Iris shook her head. “You should. For… for Carl.” She said softly. Rick’s brows knit together, but he accepted the rag with a nod. Daryl returned after a few minutes, joining them on the ground outside the truck.

“We didn’t know what they were.” He admitted, staring holes into the asphalt.

“How’d you wind up with them?” Rick asked.

“We were with Beth. We got out together. We were with her for a while…” Daryl trailed off.

“Is she dead?”

“We don’t know.” Iris murmured. “She’s just… gone. After that, they found us near the train tracks.” She explained. Rick nodded in understanding.

“I knew they were bad, but… they had a code.” Daryl said, scowling down into the pavement. “It was simple. Stupid, but it was something. They didn’t… they didn’t hurt Iris…” Iris pressed her lips together into a thin line, sighing. Rick nodded.

“They said they were looking for some guy.” Iris continued. “Last night, they said they spotted him. We were gonna leave, until… until we saw you. We didn’t know what they could do.” Rick nodded, looking up at them. It would have felt innocent, were it not for the blood still covering his face.

“It’s not on you. Either of you.” He assured softly. “You got Carl out. You got us out. You being back with us here, now, that’s everything. You’re family.” He said firmly. There was a short beat of silence, and Iris smiled when Rick took her hand in his.

“What you did… anybody would have done that.” Daryl murmured.

“No, not that.” Rick denied, shaking his head. He had a far off look in his eyes as he thought about it.

“Something happened.” Daryl insisted. “That wasn’t you.”

“You both saw what I did to Tyreese.” Rick stated, huffing. “It ain’t all of it, but that’s me. That’s why I’m here now. That’s why Carl is. I want to keep him safe. That’s all that matters.”

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Walking back into the cell hall after everything that happened is a breath of fresh air.

Approaching the cell with caution, I'm almost afraid to interrupt the quiet chatter coming from inside. We've been gone for almost a full day, night having fallen over the prison, bringing with it a sense of calm. The first person to turn around and notice us is Beth, gasping at the sight of us, alerting the others of our return. The conversation morphs into curious mutters, questions of if we're okay and where we've been, as I continue into the cell, the sounds of their voices a faraway ambience. I come to a stop at the bed, unable to contain my smile.

The chatter dies away. There's a baby in Lori's arms, and its the most precious thing I ever saw.

"Would you like to hold her?" The woman weakly croaks, offering the bundle to me. "It's okay. She's a little sleepy."

"'She'?" I softly exclaim as Carol helps me embrace her, resting her heavy little head in the crux of my elbow, her whole body weighing no more than a few bottles of water. Wow. A girl. Ya couldn't tell like this, aside from the pink blanket she's swaddled in — she looks more like a doll than a baby. She's warmer than I thought. Her cheeks are fat and perfectly smooth, her nose a cute button, her lashes so small and delicate I think somebody must've taken the time to stick them there. I even wonder if she has angel wings. "Hi, baby. I'm Harley."

Looking up at Carl, I match his beaming smile. After months and months of waiting, he's officially a big brother.

"I think she likes you," Lori whispers to me, while everyone else looks on with fond gazes, not a sad face in sight.

"Y'know, she don't look like no Bob-ette," I decide, earning myself a round of hushed laughter. "I changed my mind."

Carol teases, "I don't think her Mom would've let you name her that, anyway."

As Dad steps forward, she takes the baby from me and places her in his arms, letting him take her as carefully as he'd take a glass vase.

"She got a name at all, yet?" He asks, looking down at her pristine face, sweat and dirt plastered all over his own skin.

"No," Carl shakes his head. "Not yet."

"Well, how about 'Little Ass-kicker?"

"Dad," I protest, making sure not to raise my voice too much. "How come I gets, 'Chicken,' and the baby gets, 'Ass-kicker'?"

As more quiet laughter breaks out, my Dad placates, "Hey, I'm only pullin' ya leg. We all know you're the top ass-kicker."

"You can teach her when she grows up," Glenn agrees, with Maggie hugging his side, her head resting against his shoulder.

"Me, too," Carl adds. "We can both teach her."

Looking back down at the baby, my Dad gently bounces her in his arms with the sort of ease only a parent could muster. I think back on the day Carl and I were sitting under that tree on the farm and we overheard his Momma blurt that she was pregnant, the months we spent out in the snow together, unsure if she and the baby would survive, and I think it's quite amazing that we managed to get here at all.

Suddenly, my Dad's eyes begin to well up, and he blinks the tears away as he hands the baby back to Lori.

"Good job," He mutters to her, kissing her cheek before standing back up.

Maggie smiles sympathetically, her own eyes slightly watery. "You alright, Daryl?"

"Yeah, s'just—," He clears his throat, swiping the heel of his palm over his eyes. "Reminds me of when Harley was born."

After a long stretch of silence, Carol asks, "Where's T-Dog?"

I avert my gaze to the floor as Glenn hesitates to answer for us. "He—... He was with Daryl and Harley."

"We made it outta the courtyard together," Dad explains, his tone grim. "Found our way into another part of the prison. Hid ourselves in some cupboard or other, dead knockin' on the door. We was already trapped in there 'fore we realized T'd been bit on the way in."

"Oh, God," Carol gasps, covering her mouth in shock, her silver brows knitting tightly over her tearful eyes. "No."

"We waited long as we could," He tells her in a comforting way. "And I promise you he ain't turned."

"Oh, God," She says again, as Carl puts a hand on her shoulder.

T-Dog was with us folk from the quarry since the very beginning. It's hard losin' somebody who saw you through all the ups and downs of a year in a world like this, almost as if to think that just because you've known them such a long time, it means they're invincible.

"I guess now's a great time to ask," Dad jokes, looking at Glenn. "Where's Rick?"

"The pressure got to him. When Maggie and Carol came back with Lori, she could barely walk, barely talk. They'd had to—," He pauses, uncomfortable with what he's saying. "—To perform a C-section. It wasn't pretty. Nobody knew where you guys were. We had no idea if Harley was alone, or if you were even still alive. That freaked him out even more, and then he saw the baby and he just ran."

"I stitched her up before the bleeding could get any worse." Herschel reassures us before we can ask. I look over at Lori, whose hair is tussled messily over her shoulder, looking more exhausted than anything. "She'll be bed-bound for weeks, but she's stable."

Glenn continues, "I've tried speaking to him, but I think he just needs some space right now. He's a live wire."

"Where is he?" Dad asks, but I don't think he plans on going out and finding him right now.

"In the boiler room of this cell block."

"He'll be glad to know Daryl and Harley are alive," Lori says, a badly concealed look of hurt in her eyes. "Somebody should talk to him again."

Glenn smiles a bit. "Maybe later, hey?"

"What a shit-show." Dad deadpans, what I'm sure everyone's thinking. "How'd this even happen? Y'all find out?"

"It was one of the prisoners," He says. "Rick thought he'd left him to die in a courtyard, but he escaped. Wanted revenge, I guess."

"Rick blames himself for that, too," Maggie adds sadly.

"Well, the bastard got it. He dead now?"

Glenn only nods.

When the baby burps up some spit, Beth quickly wipes it away with a little rag, and the rest of us decide it's time to go to bed.

"The baby is really cute," I whisper down to Beth and Carl as we all try to go to sleep, the cell block peacefully quiet.

"She looks like Mom," He smiles in the light of the electric lamp, blanket up to his chin. "I can't pinpoint it, but it's just... It's her."

"Go to sleep," My Dad's voice echoes.

"Sorry," We all call out, before Carl reaches over and flips off the light.

In the sudden darkness of our cell, I pull my blankets up, sighing deeply. All this talk of the baby is a bittersweet tang in my mouth, the aftertaste of gunpowder and blood never far behind. It's sad that T-Dog ain't get the chance to see the new addition to our family.

When somebody coughs, I'm reminded to take out my hearing aids and stuff them under my pillow.

The noise came from the prisoners' cell. Through their locked door, I can see a pair of feet sticking out from the bottom bunk as one of the men tosses and turns. I don't like it any more than I did before, but the two prisoners, whose names are Axel and Oscar, returned to the prison just like I thought they would. Though, it wasn't for the reasons I guessed. They ain't chickened out or starved. Glenn told us they heard the alarms blaring in the distance, knew something had gone wrong, and came running back to offer us whatever help they could.

I think it was just an excuse for them to cowardly weasel their way back in and steal a bed and a warm meal offa us, but even I know I can't blame them for that. We all want to be safe. Besides, they did help Rick and Glenn find the controls to shut off the alarms, and they ain't seem too sad about their dead buddy that set them off to begin with, neither. I guess they ain't done too badly for themselves.

They're lucky they're so pathetic, and that their cell block is completely run over by walkers, now.

But they ain't never gonna be T-Dog, and I hope they don't forget about that granola bar he gave 'em til the day they die.

The prison now has a graveyard before it has a farm.

The next morning, the white ball of the sun rises over the trees in the distant forest as I sit in the dry grass, watching as my Dad stomps the shovelhead into the dirt and pours it into a pile beside him, the repetitive noise of it all nearly lulling me back to sleep.

This is where T-Dog is gonna be buried, on the edge of the field, overlooking the sunrise. Never thought I'd say that.

Once Dad's finished the grave, he drives the shovel into the ground and steps out of it, sitting beside me in the sun.

"I wantchu to feel safe here," He sighs after a short pause, looking away from the forest to study my face. "You know I always want that."

"I feel safe," I tell him, and it's the truth. "You're here."

"And I'll always do my best to keep you safe, but what happened yesterday was scary. Weren't it?"

I nod again. "I'm just gonna miss him, I think."

"Me, too. I'm sorry you had to be there for it."

"You think it hurt?"

"No," He says sternly, in a way that makes me believe him instantly. "No, baby, it don't hurt like that. He would'a felt nothing."

"Like Tank?"

"Yeah. Like Tank," He agrees. "Like Morales. Sometimes, endin' the suffering is the kindest thing to do. Ain't I taught you that?"

Whenever he and Uncle Kyle used to take me hunting, I would always get upset if we ever came across a wounded animal, and it would be laying in the dirt, kicking its legs, honking in pain, and they'd just shoot it in the head. I'd cry, Why don't we help it? Why doesn't it get a plaster like when I'm hurt?, and Dad would say, Baby, sometimes being kind means you gotta do an unkind thing.

Hearing the sound of wheels wobbling loudly behind us, I turn around and see Glenn, Maggie, Axel, and Oscar making their way down the hill with a big wheelbarrow, a white sheet billowing out from it like a woman's long hair. I already know what's inside of it.

"The others will be here soon," Glenn says to greet us, setting the wheelbarrow down close to the open grave.

My Dad stands up and takes his shoulder in thanks, all of us gazing down at the covered lump — T-Dog's body.

"He was a good guy," Oscar muses somewhat indifferently. "He gave us couple of nobodies some extra food before we left."

"He was family," Glenn corrects him, offended.

"I had one friend like that in my entire life," He says. "You got a whole group. I'm sorry for your loss."

"Well, thanks for helpin' us go back for him," Maggie smiles weakly, before the first of our group begin to head over. "I guess it's time."

After the funeral, we return to the cell block, where Lori is tryna breastfeed the baby without any luck. I thought new Mommas always had enough milk to feed their babies, but Herschel tells us that isn't the case when the Momma has been through what Lori's been through — Sickness, starvation, injury, strain, a thing called, malnutrition. Her body just doesn't have what it needs to make milk.

"Somebody will have to go on a supply run," He shakes his head as Lori shushes the crying, hungry baby.

"I just feel so bad," She whispers, strong guilt written all over her face. "What kind of Mom can't feed her own child?"

"It's okay, Mom. We'll go," Carl comforts her, looking expectantly up at the adults, "Won't we?"

My Dad sends a questioning glance to Glenn, the only other person who can make big decisions for the group without Rick around.

"Please?" Carl continues. "My Dad said you'll let us help out more. You've been training us to deal with walkers. We're ready."

Dad looks at me with a brow raised. "And you wanna come, too?"

Nodding, I think of T-Dog. He would'a gone. I know it. Rick and Dad were right — This isn't a game — but we're not gonna learn much about surviving the world outside if spend every day inside the prison, only ever waiting for a time we might be old enough to try, that might not even come. We might be young, and we might'a messed up going after the infirmary on our own, but this is the right way.

Looking like he's thinking the same thing, Dad eventually decides, "Alright, then. As long as you give it the green light?"

Lori considers it for a moment, looking at her son. "I think you're right, baby. You're ready. And they'll take care of you."

His eyes light up. "So, that's a yes?"

"Yes," She nods, smiling faintly. "You be careful, though."

"Of course." He gives her cheek a small kiss, pulling away. "Thank you, Mom."

"Thank you, Dad," I say with a smile.

"I'm thinkin' we check out that strip mall on Durn Street," He says, pushing himself off the wall. "And, Glenn, I'm thinkin' you stay."

Agreeing, Maggie offers, "I'll come with you guys."

"Are you sure?" Glenn asks, lowering his voice. "With everything you've been through—?"

"I wanna go," She reassures him. "For Lori and the baby, I have to."

Relenting, he cups her jaw with his hand and gives her a quick kiss. "Okay. I love you."

"I love you," She smiles as they pull apart, before we exchange a bunch more goodbyes with each other and head outta the cell block.

It takes about ten minutes to walk to Durn Street, but I don't mind. The weather is good, the gentle breeze carrying the warmth of the sun along with it, the trees on either side of the highway quietly rustling against each other like smooth paper, a relaxing sound.

It would be a good opportunity to take in the ambience, like I often enjoy doing, if not for the fact that Maggie and Carl are singing some country song that never seems to end. Rising to the challenge, my Dad and I begin to sing a song of our own — A crazy one he used to play on the radio all the time — until they're forced to belt it out in an even louder, more annoying volume, leading us to do the same.

When we do eventually get there, after a long singing battle that nobody wins, I'm feeling better than I have in days.

"Remember it ain't Winter anymore," My Dad reminds us as we step into the car park. "I know we used to let'chu come along with us a lot more back then, like when we went searchin' for presents, but it's warmed up since. Walkers ain't in low supply, now."

"Thanks, Captain obvious," I say in a funny voice, earning a scolding look.

"Yeah, and who are you?" He jokes. "Captain smartass?"

"Sounds about right," Maggie teases, coming to a stop in front of the pharmacy and knocking on the window. "Anybody home?"

We wait a moment or two, my Dad lifting his crossbow and shooting down the single walker that comes to greet us.

"Could be more inside," She warns us as she steps through the doorway.

She's right. We find a a pair of rotting walkers holed up in a cupboard at the back of the pharmacy, guarding some bottles of medicine and other supplies, and another walker slumped behind the service counter, but we take them out before they can do any damage.

After we've looted all the baby formula we can find, which is only one small tub, we're back on the road again.

Of course, we sing all the way back home, too.

When we return to the cell hall in the early afternoon, the sight that greets us is a surprisingly sweet one.

Carol is passing the baby to Rick, whose fingers tremble as he reaches out for her. His blue eyes, wide and unblinking, stare at her small, doll-like face as he holds her against his chest, almost as if unsure if he'll poison her just by touch. He certainly looks like he's been locked away in a boiler room for two days, but for whatever reason, he's chosen to be here if only for a moment. Sometimes I wish I could hide away, too.

Pulling us over to the side, Herschel quietly asks, "How did you do? Everything alright?"

"We're fine, Daddy," Maggie whispers with a smile, kissing his cheek in greeting. "Kids did great, and we managed to find some formula."

"Only one tub." Dad warns. "It ain't much, but we didn't wanna overstay our welcome. We can go back and search more another time."

As Glenn approaches, Herschel puts a hand on Dad's shoulder. "Don't worry, son. Any little bit helps."

She hugs Glenn tight, only pulling away after a long moment. "Hey, you."

"So glad you're alright," He says, looking around at each of us.

"I killed a walker," I tell him proudly.

"Did you? Wow," He croons, even though it's a simple achievement. "Well done, Harley."

"And look who's here," Carol says to Rick, gesturing to us with a small, excited smile on her face. "Daryl and Harley. They're okay."

Rick's gaze meets mine. It feels like I've been slapped across the face without even being touched, but I recover quickly. I can see the relief flood through him in real time, before he moves onto my Dad, then back to me, making sure we're really here, really alive.

He searches for a third person, but he doesn't find them.

"I'm sorry," He mutters, his voice hoarse, stuck at the bottom of his throat. "I didn't think—...."

"Save it," Dad says gently, shaking his head. "Weren't your fault."

"I—"

"I said, 'Save it'."

After the farm burnt down, Rick promised us with the flames of the campfire reflected over his face that he would keep us safe. All Winter, he thirsted after finding a home for us, to the point where it became the only thing he ever wanted to talk about, if he talked at all.

What happened yesterday wasn't Rick's fault any more than it was mine, or Dad's, or T-Dog's.

I know he must feel like he's failed us — failed T-Dog, and maybe even the baby in his arms — but he hasn't. He never has.

Nodding slowly, Rick looks back down at his daughter, but unlike my Dad, he doesn't start bouncing her, doesn't coo at her, stroke her cheek, sing her a lullaby — He just stares, stares, and stares, like he would stare at a blank wall, contemplating nothing at all.

When she stirs, her face scrunching up in anger, Herschel speaks up. "She's hungry. Let me make her a bottle."

"Hey," Rick croons softly, his voice soothing out the wrinkles in the baby's forehead. "Hey, don't worry."

I almost don't notice the smile tugging at Lori's lips.

Author's Note.

A short and simple chapter. I think writing T-Dog's death threw me off a little bit, leaving me unsure of where to lead us next with this chapter (especially since we're in a bit of an awkward spot between major events), so sorry if this felt like filler - It kinda was! Hopefully, satisfying filler.

Can't believe we're so close to meeting Merle again. It's gonna turn everything upside down.

Hope you enjoyed reading and I'll see you in the next chapter! 💙😊

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Coming out to my favorite The Walking Dead characters <3

fem!reader who's a lesbian because i craved some self-love when i decided to write this 🫶

Carol Peletier

you are really really nervous to say the least

she's like your adoptive mom and you really want her to be supportive of you

one day you were making cookies together for the group and she could tell something was off about you

"what's been going on with you recently?"

of course she noticed wdym?

because of the nervousness you started blabbing and she had to be the mom in the situation and tell you to take deep breaths to calm you down a bit

sat you down and had a whole conversation with you

she's a really good listener btw <3

"sweetheart ofc i support you and still love you, why woud your sexsuality ever change that?"

Daryl Dixon

daryl was probably the scariest out of everyone in the group to come out to

mostly because of the whole merle thing

you two were just out hunting and you stopped by a tree to get some rest

"hey daryl?"

him just turning your head towards you

"can i tell you something?"

he nodded and then proceeded to wait 10 minutes for you to find the courage to tell him what you wanted

"okay kid are you gonna spit it out or not?"

"I'M A LESBIAN OKAY?!"

*dead silence for about 20 minutes*

"i'm really proud of you kid" <3

Negan Smith

i don't think you would necessarily come out to him

i think you two were just walking together and saw a really hot couple walking by

both of you complementing the same gender

"damn he's hot as hell"

"wow she's really beautiful"

both of you are really shocked by that

EVEN THO IT WAS OBVIOUS ASF

and we all know he always found rick to be very very handsome (secretly ofc ;)

Rosita Espinosa

again not really a planned coming out

scavenging together just got you talking

"so what do you think tara would like for our anniversary?"

*just staring at her in disbelief* 😳

"wait you are also a lesbian?"

"no, i'm bisexual, i've been with both man and women, i literally dated abraham, wait a minute what do you mean "also a lesbian"? "

safe to say that she is surprised

she thought she would notice it quicker

"thank you for telling me btw" 🤍

#the walking dead #carol peletier #carol peletier x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #negan smith #negan smith x reader #rosita espinosa #rosita espinosa x reader #a hint of rosita x tara? 😏

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ive been getting into twd show only recently (many deaths have been spoiled for me so i might as well) and i love glenn sm and i NEED a gn! reader watching glenn falling in love with maggie, hurt no comfort and maybe MAYBE glenn realizing y/n liked him but they've either moved on from relationships completely/they left the group for some reason(mayhaps theyve been bitten and want to protect the group ? up to you)

ive had this floating in my brain for a while and thought i might as well request. sorry if thisbis poorly explained im exhausted atm 💀

much love ! /p

- anon

Death

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: The Green Farm was a miracle to the whole group. Except for one person.

Warnings: Angst but ends in fluff, Cussing, Unreciprocated feelings from Glenn, Anxiety. Daryl romance. Does not follow the script.

Fandom: The Walking Dead

The beating in my chest as I held onto Daryl, racing down a dirt road on his motorcycle, just kept getting louder and louder.

Hearing Carl had been shot while I was searching for Carol's missing daughter, Sophia, certainly wasn't a happy way to end my day. There was still no sign of Sophia, she had been missing for a few hours now. I wanted to try and comfort Carol but before I could we had gotten word of Carl's current state.

The sun was setting as Daryl turned into a farm, followed by the rest of the group. I hopped off of the bike as soon as it stopped, rushing towards the house. It was old, the white paint chipping but homey especially for these days.

As I and a couple others made it to the porch the front door opened swiftly, revealing an older gentleman and a young lady behind him.

“Hello, you must be Rick's group.”, the older man stated. “I’m Hershel, I own this farm. This is Maggie, if you hadn't had the chance for introductions while she was collecting the boy's mother.” ‘Maggie’ raised her hand slightly in greeting.

I decided to speak up, I needed some questions answered before my anxiety got the better of me.

“Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt but is Carl alright? What happened?” The man, Hershel, sighed and nodded. He gestured for Maggie to go back inside as he stepped onto the porch, closing the door behind him.

“The boy, Carl, he was shot by my farm hand, Otis.-” Daryl interrupted him.

“YOUR farm hand did THIS! How can we trust you when it's your man who did it!” Daryl Dixon, ever the man to not know when to shut his mouth.

But Hershel just continued after giving Daryl a pointed look. Dale had to stop Daryl from erupting again.

“The bullet has shattered inside of him. I will need to perform surgery in order to remove all of the shards.” He paused and looked behind him, at the door. “There is a problem though.”

I inwardly groaned. For a moment my anxiety was relived knowing that Carl was still alive, however now it was all rushing back.

“We do not have the equipment to perform the surgery. Otis and your friend Shane have volunteered to go to a nearby hospital to obtain the equipment, the place has been overrun but it's all we can do.”

Fuck.

I couldn't listen anymore, my heartbeat was simultaneously beating in my ears and not at all, my hands were clammy and my face felt hot. I can’t breathe. I-I can’t-

I looked through the group for one certain person. My closest friend in the group, Glenn. When I first arrived in the group Glenn was the first to take a liking to me, he convinced Shane that he should let me join. We reminisced on our lives together and talked about what we would have done had this whole thing hadn't happened.

Finally, I found his face, my vision seemed to be tunneling even though the vision range had not changed. I didn't even care about what Hershel was saying anymore. I didn't care about the people in my way. I just had to get to Glenn.

I pushed through the crowd. I could faintly hear Hershel calling me but I ignored it. I could feel my body giving out. I saw Glenn walking towards me with his hands outstretched, as soon as I made it to him I felt my body drop and I lost consciousness.

I heard birds chirping outside before the sun's light hit my eyes. Even from behind my eyes lids I could tell the light was bright, the time was probably around noon. Under my hands, I could feel the soft touch of a blanket, and under my head a pillow. Blinking my eyes open slowly I saw a yellow-stained ceiling, turning my head I let my eyes search for my friends. I thought the room was empty at first until my eyes were drawn to slight movement in the corner. Daryl stood leaning against the wall.

I wish my heart didn't sink when I realized Glenn wasn't there.

“Ya really scared us ya know” Daryl walked towards the bed. I suddenly felt incredibly guilty, with Sophie missing and Carl getting shot and now me fainting, I knew the group had gone through too much lately. Not to mention the walkers.

“How's Carl?” I asked as soon as I found my voice. Daryl scoffed.

“He's gonna be fine, Shane ‘n that farmhand are out looking for supplies. Are you ok?” I signed.

“I'm fine I just panicked.” I almost asked about Glenn but I stopped myself.

It didn't seem to matter though because Daryl answered my question anyway, “Glenn's talking to that Maggie girl, he just left.”

Oh.

“Oh ok.” I settled into the blanket and looked toward the window by the bed. I shouldn't feel this way about Glenn, I knew that. He only saw me as a friend maybe even a sister. When I first came to this group he was the one who convinced everyone I could stay. He let me stay in his tent until I found my own, he even shared his food with me if he thought I was still hungry.

He became my best friend.

“Why aren't you out looking for Sophia?” That made him scoff too, he sat down next the bed.

“Maybe because the only person I give a rats-ass about passed out for no reason and wouldn't wake up for hours.”

I sat up and swung my legs off the bed.

“Hey, be careful.” He grabbed my arm as I stumbled and helped me rebalance myself. Before he let go I took his hand and forced him to look at me.

“Thank you for staying with me. I don't know what I would have done if I had woken up alone."

For a second he stayed quiet before replying with, “No problem.” as he walked with me out of the room.

For weeks I've watched Glenn grow away from me. I know he didn't mean to, but for weeks I've seen so much change in my little group.

First, Carl seemed to be recovering from his wound. The surgery was a success although the Greene family lost Otis in the process.

I helped Daryl in his search for Sophia, every day from daybreak to sundown we searched the woods for Carol's little girl but we never found anything. Me and Daryl became closer than ever during this time.

“So how was your life before all of this shit?” I looked at him startled at the question. No one ever talked about the past, at least not anymore. Dodging a large snake next to my foot, I answered.

“It was ok. Nothing too exciting, I had a job and some friends I hung out with but not much worth noting.”

“I'm sure everything about you is worth noting.” I looked at him startled once again but he continued walking like he didn't say anything.

As the days continued I felt myself becoming less heartbroken over the fact that Glenn spent most of his time with Maggie. At first, I couldn't stand to see them together. And even though I'm not thrilled that they seem to be a match made in heaven, I'm starting to think maybe my match was never Glenn, to begin with.

As my feelings for Glenn dissipated my heart grew for none other than Daryl Dixon. However, it seemed as the history was repeating itself. Harboring feelings for a friend didn't go too well the first time and I can't afford to lose Daryl, so I kept them quiet waiting for the day he would eventually fall in love with someone other than me.

Sophias gone.

She had been gone this whole time, trapped in a walker right next to us in the Greene barn. I watched in horror as Rick shot her and suddenly I felt sick. I watched as Carol lost it and the whole group fell into mourning. I was going to puke.

I left, I left as fast as I could. I wasn't thinking. I couldn't stop thinking about the girl I considered to be a niece who had been a fucking walker this whole time. She was dead. Carol had lost her daughter. How can one exist in a world like this?

I started to run. I didn't stop running. I ran straight into the woods not caring about the stinging I felt as sticks scraped against my arms and legs. And I kept running with tears in my eyes until I found the river. The river where we found Sophia's doll. This was probably where she had died.

I collapsed onto my knees. I screamed and cried and I thought about how Carol must be feeling so much worse. I didn't think about anything other than that poor girl. The fear she must have felt and the god-awful death that befell upon her. She didn't deserve that. No one does.

So I screamed and cried until my throat hurt and I couldn't physically cry anymore. I knew the walkers were coming, every little noise I made put me in more danger but I just didn't care.

And I didn't care for so long until I heard the disgusting gurgle of the horrible creatures that had taken Carol's daughter away. Made her one of them.

But still, I didn't move. I sat and I knew what was going to happen and I stayed there. I stayed still until I heard the whistle of an arrow through wind. I heard the sound of flesh being penetrated and a collapsing body. I felt someone grab me, shake me, and yell but I didn't comprehend them, instead, my gaze stayed on the sand below my fingers.

So they picked me up and carried me back to the farm and still I didn't speak.

I sat on the bed, the same bed from weeks ago, with Daryl kneeling in front of me. As he looked at me neither of us said a word only staring holes into each other.

After a few minutes, the door opened to reveal Glenn standing on the other side. He didn't say anything but as we looked at each other, we knew. He knew how I felt and I knew how he felt and we both knew it was going to be ok between us. We would always be good friends. As he closed the door, Daryl spoke.

“I-Why? Why would you do that? I don't think you understand how much I was worried, I searched for you for hours. I felt like I was looking for Sophia all over again, and right after we found her like that…” He looked down and grabbed both of my arms almost as if making sure I wouldn't do it again.

“I- I don't know. I feel like the world is gone. Everyone is dying and there's nothing to stop it. I wasn't thinking but I didn't care. I didn't care what happened to me. I didn't care if I…died.” I was crying again, sobbing as I realized Daryl had a couple of tears running down his cheeks too.

Without warning he engulfed me in his arms and rocked me. I cried for so long and I think he may have too, though I didn't mention it.

“I … care about you so much.” He started, “So much it hurts sometimes. I've never felt like this before and if I'm being honest I wish I didn't. I wish I didn't because it's new and that fuckin scares me. But I can't be without you. Please don't ever do that again. Just talk to me.” His voice cracked making me hurt even more. “Please.”

I could only nod as we stayed together, never letting go. It might not be okay today and it might not be ok ever again but only then in that room sitting on that bed, it felt like it was ok.

#twd fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader

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A/N: if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @bakedcrispss - thanks so much!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

spoilers: set in season 2

WARNING: references to self-inflicted wounds + gore

Angel

As soon as Shane arrived back at the farm, Daryl ran up to the truck, and when he saw that he was alone, he immediately aimed his crossbow at Shane’s buzzcut.

“Woah man, cool it!” Shane called, raising his hands above his head, feigning innocence as the rest of the group approached.

Rick had his hand over his gun in his pocket as he sprinted over, but Daryl was not going to back down.

“Where is she!?!” He snarled.

Daryl had been your best friend since the beginning; he tried to warn you, he told you that Shane would try something. You and Shane had never gotten along, you had hated him from the moment he joined the group. When he started doing shit that was beyond stupid on the farm, you were the only one completely on Dale’s side. After Dale’s tragic death, Shane somehow talked Rick into letting you go on a run with him; he told Rick he wanted to ‘clear the air with you’, and although you didnt believe that for a second, you agreed to go. You thought that if he tried something, you’d get through it and live to tell the tale, you’d finally expose him for the monster he was.

Shane tried to put on the same act he did when he came back without Otis. “She didnt make it, she’s dead, man.”

Daryl’s crossbow jolted in his shaking hands, his grip turning his knuckles white. “Like HELL she is! What’d you do with ‘er!?!”

Shane shook his head. “I tried to get her man, we were overrun! The walkers, they got her. Im real sorry.”

Rick reached the battlefield and stood between the two men, looking between Daryl and his best friend, whose behaviour recently had been less than trustworthy.

“Daryl, we’ll get to the bottom of this.” Rick said, holding his hand out to the one man who truly didnt feel like he blonged in the group.

“Naw, everyone’s gon’ trust this asshole like they did before! Im goin’ out to look for ‘er myself.” Daryl lowered his crossbow, sending a final venomous scowl at Shane before he swung his crossbow over his shoulder and walked away. As much as he wanted to beat Shane to the ground, he would need just cause for the rest of the group to believe him, so he had to get to the bottom of it himself.

Daryl returned to his own camp on the farm, the distance between him and the others far more than physical. He packed a bag with everything he had, food and bandages, water, a spare knife, whatever you might need. Some part of him knew you had to still be alive. He would spend the rest of his life searching for you to prove it to himself if he had to.

“DARYL!” A voice shouted from the distance, and when Daryl turned to face it, he saw Carol sprinting towards him with everything she had.

“She’s back!” Carol yelled, and that was all Daryl needed to hear. He dropped everything and bolted for Hershel’s house.

The sight that greeted him was as much of a relief as it was a cause for panic, you were screaming and fighting against Rick and Glenn, they were holding you back from Shane, who was trying his best not to look terrified. Daryl stood in front of you, blocking your view of Shane, and holding your face so that you looked at him.

“Hey, angel, you good?” He asked you. Obviously, Daryl could tell you were far from good, but he used the nickname he gave you as a distraction. You once joked that rather than being two peas in a pod, you were the angel wings to his jacket, and ever since, he’s quietly referred to you as his angel. Never in front of the others, until just then.

Your eyes locked onto Daryl’s and instantly filled with tears. Your blood spattered face crumbled, and Daryl watched the main source of his strength fracture before his eyes.

“Get ‘er inside.” He told Rick and Glenn, who nodded and practically carried you into the farmhouse.

Daryl planned to follow you right away, but he had something to do first. He couldnt risk looking directly at Shane without potentially launching into a rage, he needed to be with you first, so he restrained himself and averted his gaze. Glancing over his shoulder, forcing his eyes to the ground, Daryl growled.

“When I find out what’chu did, yer dead where ya stand.”

With that, he went in the house after you, following the sounds of your cries to one of the guest bedrooms. Hershel was looking over you, Glenn and Rick standing at the doorway watching you with worried eyes. Daryl walked past them, unable to spare them so much as a glance when you were right in front of him. He sat down on the opposite side of the bed, giving Hershel the space to check you over for injuries. As soon as you registered Daryl’s presence, you grabbed his hands, your eyes closing in a pained blink.

“You’re alright, (Y/N), no serious injuries and no scratches or bites. I’ve dressed the cuts on your abdomen, but they dont require stitches. It’s more shock than anything else.” Hershel concluded, and Daryl nodded, paying far more attention to Hershel’s words than you were able to.

Hershel rose to his feet and left the room, Glenn following after him. Rick lingered for a moment, waiting for Daryl to say something.

“Make sure he dont go nowhere.” Was all Daryl told him, and Rick only nodded in reply as he walked away, leaving you and Daryl to talk.

“Hey, angel-“ Daryl began, his voice so much softer than it had just been, because he was talking to you. “-can you tell me what happened?”

You visibly shuddered in response, and Daryl squeezed your hands to comfort you. Your eyes were still closed, but your lips parted, and your hoarse voice told him everything.

“So, what’s the real reason you’re bringing me out here?” You asked Shane as you sat in the passenger seat, your eyes facing forward but your peripheral vision locked onto him, so that you appeared completely unbothered, but the entire time you kept an eye on him.

“Tryin’ to clear the air, like I said. I dont want this animosity between us anymore.” Shane answered, lying through his teeth.

You scoffed into a laugh, but didnt say anything else. It was obvious that he wasnt going to be honest about his intentions, but you had to be ready for anything.

It took roughly half an hour to reach the destination Shane had chosen, a warehouse of some kind.

“What’re we doing here?” You questioned, wondering what excuse Shane was going to conjure up, but he didnt even bother.

“Just follow me.” He uttered as he jumped out of the truck, slamming the door behind him.

You could’ve just got in the drivers seat and driven home right then, but you had to prove to everyone that Shane was a threat to the group, you had to have undeniable evidence. So, you followed him.

The warehouse sounded empty, you couldnt hear any groans or the shuffling of walkers, but you couldnt fathom what Shane had brought you here for. Was he planning to just execute you and drive off? He led you to a store room of some kind, it was pitch black inside, but you could hear the groans from beyond the door.

“There’s some medical supplies in there. Go in and get ‘em, I’ll cover you.” Shane told you, but he wasnt even trying to sound innocent anymore.

“You really think Im going to-“

But Shane didnt even let you argue with him, he grabbed your arm with one hand, opened the store room door with the other, and shoved you inside. He held the door shut with his own body weight so that you couldnt escape. You yelled at him, banged against the door with your fists, and the sound drew the walkers to you. There was no way Shane was going to let you out, so you had to form a plan. Quickly. The walkers couldnt see you, only hear you, and Shane couldnt see you without coming in. So, you made a scene. Feeling around for something sharp on the shelves, you found a tool of some kind and cut into your stomach, enough to make you bleed but not deep enough to cause serious damage. You tried to aim your blood puddles in a particular spot, all the while dodging the walkers that were aimlessly reaching for you and ignoring whatever abuse Shane was shouting at you from the other side of the door. Once you created what you thought was a believably bloody scene, you tore some of your hair out and threw it on the floor. It wasnt much, but it was the best you could do. Shane was no genius, you hoped it wouldnt take much to fool him. With the scene set, you searched around in the dark for anything that you could hide behind. With a hiding spot found, you returned to the door and banged against it again, leaving scraped, bloody handprints on it as you screamed and cried theatrically. The walkers shuffled over, and smelling the blood on the floor, started lapping at it like dogs. You ran to your hiding spot, and waited. Shane waited, too. You counted another five minutes before he took your silence as a sign, and he opened the door to investigate. He saw the walkers still licking the blood stained floor, your hair stuck to their rotting faces as they looked up at what they thought was their next meal. Shane shot each one of them in the head while laughing, and he was still laughing when he walked out of the warehouse. You waited until you heard the truck speed off before you left the warehouse, and then you walked all the way back to the farm. A couple of times, Shane drove back up the road out of paranoia, just to check you definitely werent following him somehow, and each time you had to duck into the forest for cover.

Daryl struggled listening to what Shane had put you through, he couldnt believe what he was hearing. “How’d ya think to do all that in the warehouse? Werent’cha scared?”

You nodded, laughing grimly. “Terrified, but I couldnt stop thinking of how upset you’d be without me, I had to make it back, so I did whatever I had to do.” Your eyes finally opened, meeting Daryl’s teary ones.

“You’re really livin’ up to yer angel name, y’know that?” Daryl told you, sniffling and blinking back tears, laughing slightly at himself. He squeezed your hands again. “You should get some rest, been a rough day.”

You smiled weakly at him as you laid back on the bed. “You’re not wrong there! Promise you’ll be here when I wake up?”

Daryl smiled back at you. “Wouldnt wanna be anywhere else.” He rose to his feet. “I’ll be right back, just gotta handle somethin’.”

You let go of his hand and smiled after him as he headed for the door. You blew Daryl a kiss, and he caught it, stopping in the doorway to do so, but then he decided to stay a moment.

“When you were stuck in there, you said he was shoutin’ at ya...what was he sayin’? If you don’ mind me askin’.” He asked, knowing that whatever Shane had said to you was going to rile him up that little bit more.

You frowned and stared off at the wall as you thought back. “Uhh, I wasnt really focussing on it, but a couple of times he said your name and I couldnt ignore it. He was saying stuff like I’d end up just like Sophia, and you wouldnt be able to save me just like you couldnt save her.”

Daryl managed to control his expression as he nodded rigidly. “I’ll be back soon, you go ‘head and start sleepin’.”

You smiled at him, giving him a small salute. “Yes sir!” Your gesture made him smile despite what you’d just told him, but the smile disappeared as soon as he headed for the stairs.

A storm thudded down the stairs of Hershel’s family home that day, it burst through the front door, slamming the wood against the wall with the force of it, and it locked onto its target.

Rick had made sure he didnt go anywhere, which made this a whole lot easier. All Daryl could see was red, and he was determined to bring that view to everyone else as he speed walked over to Shane and greeted him with a vicious right hook, blood sputtering from his mouth as he fell to the floor with the impact. Rick tried to jump between the two again, but Glenn held him back, knowing that Daryl knew far more about this situation than anyone else, and for now it was up to him to deliver justice. Daryl had so much to say to the scum on the ground, but he was never very good with words, so he settled for a hard kick to Shane’s gut, causing him to curl into himself and yell out. Crouching down, Daryl forced Shane onto his back, and then delivered several more heavy punches to his face. Red. Everyone could see it now. The grass was stained with it, Daryl’s clothes, Shane’s clothes, Shane’s face. It was all the same to Daryl. Once he thought he’d beaten enough of the life out of Shane to leave him guaranteed permanent damage, Daryl stood up. He started walking back to the house, but Shane coughed out one final dig.

“You still didnt save her.”

Daryl stopped dead in his tracks, taking a whole second to process that, before the storm was over Shane once more, and a final punch cracked through his nose.

“She don’ need me t’ save her, she saved her damn self! You underestimated ‘er. I wont be leavin’ her side til she’s alright again, and when she is - and she will be - if I see yer face again, it’ll be your spine I break next. Clear?” Daryl slowly stood back up, looming over Shane. He spat on him to emphasise how inferior the man beneath him was, and then he was gone like the wind.

The mixture of his and Shane’s blood dripped from Daryl’s knuckles as he returned to Hershel’s home, creating a small trail behind him. He approached the guest room quietly, almost tiptoeing, greatly contrasting the thudding steps he’d had before. When he reached the doorway, he saw that you were sound asleep, a smile still on your face. Daryl’s heart melted at the sight of you, and he slumped down in the chair at your bedside. He went to take ahold of your hand, but noticing how bloody his were, he quickly wiped them on his shirt so that you didnt freak out when you woke up. He knew once he held your hand, he wouldnt let go, and if you woke up holding his hand when it was so bloody, you’d lose your mind worrying about him. The bruises and splits in his knuckles were still going to get a disapproving frown from you, but he couldnt exactly prevent that now.

All Daryl could do was sit, and finally relax with the knowledge that you were safe, because he would sooner die than let you shed a single tear if he could help it. You had saved yourself, and in turn, saved Daryl, because for the brief moment that he wondered if you really were gone, he realised the end of the world was no longer worth seeing. And in that moment, sitting at your side, holding your hand as you slept, Daryl realised something else. Angel just might be an understatement.

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