#the walking dead universe

[biscuitbox23]

“I’m alright on the other side, what about you?”

Summary: After your death, Daryl starts to lose his mind. He hallucinates about you in the woods, taunting him. well, that's what he thinks.

Author’s Note: I had to admit, I almost cried while proofreading this, not because the story is sad but because of the amount of grammar mistakes (I have a love/hate relationship with Grammarly).

warnings: mentions of character death, violence, typically angst shit.

Word count: 1.1k

Daryl's heart ached with a fierce longing for you. He spent countless nights consumed by anger and bargaining with fate, but nothing could ease the pain of your absence. The emptiness he felt inside was all-encompassing, and he knew that only you could have offered him any measure of solace.

He kept blaming himself for it every day despite your recklessness. You were torn at the hip by a walker and had to go through the hell of letting the blood flow and allowing the horde of walkers to rip through your body. Daryl tried his best to keep you alive.

He walked through the woods, away from the prison for now. It was quiet, other than the occasional squeaks of squirrels and rustles of the wind. Your death was recent, and it had an enormous impact on him. You were the type of person who feared death, so you did what you could to survive. You didn't want to give up because you were scared. He acted like a knight saving a fallen princess. It was ill-fated from the start.

You had met Daryl and his brother at the beginning of the camp when the situation was unfolding. Despite Daryl's rude attitude and his brother's questionable behavior, you always checked in on them. Making sure they were doing well. However, as the world around them crumbled, things started to change. Daryl's brother disappeared, and now you were gone too. For Daryl, his world had crumbled beneath his feet, leaving him lost in a sea of chaos and despair. Even so, you were always there for him, always willing to offer a helping hand or a kind word. You even helped him find Sophia, not because you wanted anything in return, but simply because it was the right thing to do.

But there was a saying, 'If you're a good person, you die out there.' 

You were good enough to try and get him a way to escape on one run. The only thing is, you had no other way out. The best you could do was look at him with a deep sigh. The look on your face still haunts his dreams.

You left with acceptance. You didn't beg for your life at that point. It was just a sigh of acceptance, knowing there would be no way out. Back in camp, when things went wrong, you were like a scared little mouse that Daryl had to save your ass almost all the time. And it was okay for him. 

"Still sulking over me?" You chuckled smugly.

Daryl felt himself jolt up from the ground. Your voice echoes through the woods. as if you were still there, sharing a cigarette with him like it always was. He enjoyed your company, and he needed it more now.

"Y/n?" Daryl breathed out. 

"Hey, Dare," You puffed out smoke from your lungs as you leaned on a tree, "Guess you get a little jumpy now, huh?" The cigarette hung between your middle and pointer finger, tapping the small paper-wrapped intoxicant with your thumb to let some ash out. The ash trickled down like snow to the ground.

Daryl doesn't respond, just watching you look around at the trees as you lean back to the tree. Your eyes met him, a big grin forming on your face.

"Come on, you used to talk to me a lot. What's bothering you?" You looked at him with a chilled-out smile.

"Nothin' just missed you..." Daryl said, his voice hoarse and husky.

"I missed you too, Dare," You chuckled, "at least you were the last person I saw when I died..." You shrugged sheepishly. Your tone was casual, almost as if you weren't terrified anymore. 

"Don't..." Daryl sighed deeply, "Don't remind me... please."

"Well, you gotta live with it," You scoffed, now on a tree trunk, taking a sip of a beer. Every time Daryl looked away, you started moving from one place to another, "live to fight another day, Daryl."

"You're the one who killed yourself to save me," Daryl spat as you looked over at him lazily.

"I didn't kill myself, Daryl. I sacrificed myself," You smiled, sitting on a log now. You held onto a leaf, examining the intricacy of nature. Your clothes changed too. You wore an orange-shaded striped sweater and jorts, like when he first saw you.

"No, you didn't. You killed yourself. You do not even know how long I have left," Daryl shook his head, feeling himself starting to lose it a little.

"Don't say that," you rolled your eyes.

"I have every right to. You were stupid to do that and sacrifice yourself for me," Daryl sighed deeply.

"I had no choice. There was nowhere to run," you said sheepishly.

"It could've been me in there, don't you think?" Daryl spat his tone with rage and anger.

"No, but you can protect yourself," you shrugged as if you weren't bothered. "I can't, but you got Judith's formula, didn't you?"

There was an eerie, long pause. 

"It's okay, Daryl," your tone became gentler, more reassuring, "you can't save everyone, and that's okay."

You went over to him and hugged him from behind. He refused to look at you, knowing that once he looks at you, all he sees is his imagination. Despite his desperation to forgive himself and the longing for acceptance of your death, his mind can't help but think of you.

"I liked the way you cook squirrel," you smiled softly, hugging him tighter, "It tastes nice..." 

Bringing up the small memory made Daryl feel his heart sink. 

"you're not real, are you?" He asked as he looked at your arms wrapped around his waist. His hand reaches to your fingers, feeling your soft, cold flesh. Similar to when somebody dies in the hospital, their body becomes frigid as ice.

"I am," you console him, resting your cheek on his broad back and the leather bracing half of your face, "I'm living on the other side, Daryl."

"Is it nice there?" Daryl asks quietly, feeling his eyes tear up. He took a small halt but continued, "The other side?"

"Yeah, it's nice..." You nodded, "I'm alright on the other side. What about you?"

"I guess it's alright, too," Daryl's smile formed on his lips.

Knowing that you're happy somewhere brought him ease. It gave him a chance to move on calmly. That was when he opened his eyes, finally seeing you nowhere in the woods. A hallucination in which Daryl managed to move on. Walking back to the prison to finally let go of the burden of you.

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tag list:@richardsamboramylove55

A/n: Hello everyone! Yes I have brought you another tear jerker (i think). I have to admit I wasn’t really attracted to Daryl Dixon when I first saw him I started shipping him with Carol 😭 but anyways, I watched the Judas music video and OML he is so fine. Thank you lady Gaga for giving me the motivation to write about him ❤️

[wincheskka]

TROY OTTO IN THE FTWD 8B TRAILER (gifs)

HE LOOKS SO GOOD I CAN'T HANDLE IT !!!!

[darylsfavoritegirl]

this is sequel to one of my very first fics here which was requested by @kissmeunicornbaobei

so make sure to read that one first!!

Summary: So they finally convince to take this girl into the prison, not much is happening just some grumpy daryl and a sassy y/n lol

A/n: i've been reading fanfics here for quite a while now though my first fanfic was a first narration fic and the second one was "y/n" but it's not "you" pronouns it's literally "she/her"... i tried to reduce using y/n cuz it sounds ear-grating when you don't use it with "you" soooo don't mind it!! i'm still an amateur :))

Warnings: bruising because of daryl's harsh grip on y/n's arm lol, also idek if its because i love me some sexual tension between strangers, there are some "accidental" grindings and them touching eachother without meaning to soo

Y/n could hear their muffled conversation as she was ambling away to the other direction. She was wending her way rather slowly, blood rushing to her cheeks everytime she contemplated her odds out in the wilderness where one couldn't have a better chance of surviving all alone.

She debated the worst possible scenerio inside of her head. Her body started to tremble lightly due to her self-pity. She pulled her drenched hair aside, breathing out at the sultry feeling.

The heat wave hitting the side of her posture were rushing from the woods. She halted suddenly as she could swore her body was evaporating like a machine off of factory.

She exhaled exasperatedly when she put down her backpack on the ground and kneelt beside. She took her leather jacket off, her arms soaked in sweat. She lifted her head to two men as she coughed softly. They turned to her stopping, eyeing her down.

"Fuckin' punks." She shook her head as she grabbed a tin can out of her bag that was designed for liquor, uncorking it. She could get a whiff of the algae-infested odour and even take a peek at it. She shaked the can over her mouth, a few water droplets sliding down her tongue.

"Ugh." She grimaced as she tossed it to the ground. She had no water and she didn't know where she could find some. She wiped the sweat beading her forehead with her wrists and screwed her eyes shut to prevent herself from weeping as those men were observing her. She could feel her cheeks burning under the heat as she sat down in the same position, still.

Her ears caught the attention of delicate footsteps drawing near her, one of them must be approaching me; she got hot inside of her head.

She raised her head as her fingers shifted to her neck, scratching it lightly. She felt the dampness of her hair on her hand and a sense of repulsion washed all over her at the feeling. One of her eyes were shut tightly because of the blazing sunshine. Her hand shifted to her forehead, shielding the sunshine as she pressed her lips together.

"What now?" She hissed as she gained strength from the burning ground with her palms, knee and got up, facing Rick. She avoided eye contact and leered at the woods with crossed arms

Rick narrowed his eyes at her, his annoyance growing thicker with her attitude.

"This is my last offering." He stated, squinting his eyes at her as if to force her to look at him in the eyes.

Y/n's eyes caught his piercing gaze as she remained indifferent.

"Now, you ain't gonna survive out here 'till you find a clean water source." He huffed, gazing at the woods with an exaggerated manner.

"Which is very unlikely." He remarked, shifting his gaze at hers. A vague smirk appearing on his face.

Y/n observed him and Daryl behind.

"I say let 'er do whatever she damn pleases." Daryl snapped airily as he sensed her judgemental glares and unpleasant body language.

He came closer, his eyes scanning Y/n the entire time. Even when he came next to Rick, he didn't take his eyes off of her. Daryl had placed his crossbow on his hands.

All of them exchanged hesitant glances. Y/n could feel her heart pounding on her ears as she tried to maintain her heaving chest.

"C'mon. Let's go." Daryl uttered low, grabbing Rick by the shoulder lightly, patting it two times swiftly as he turned around. A look of disinterest flickered across his face, feeling bummed out with her attitude towards their efforts of helping her. Rick stayed put. Daryl sighed audibly as he turned the other way around to face the two of them.

"Look, if she wanna go and die by herself. Fine." Daryl barked, becoming enraged with both of them.

"Ain't my problem." He added low, his eyes fixated on Rick.

Rick leered at him, trying to convey a message with his eyes and turned to Y/n when she spoke.

"I'll come with you." She said in a rush, her chin up as she wasn't looking neither of them in the eyes.

Daryl and Rick exchanged subtle glances with lowered eyelids. They finally broke her, scraped off the persuasion and bullheadedness.

A few minutes passed like years when all of them approached a red sedan with dirty windows, smeared muds half dried.

Y/n glanced at Daryl and Rick from the corner of her eyes as she reached out her hand to the door handle.

"Do you have more belongings from where you come?" Rick asked, interruping her action with furrowed brows owing to the sunshine obstructing a clear view. She looked at him, not taking the strands of hair infront of her face and shook her head. She felt Daryl leering at both of them on her shoulders and swiftly turned on her tiptoes. Daryl wasn't paying any attention to her as if she was a graveghost. His eyes were locked on Rick's and Y/n turned her head slightly to the side and saw Rick nodding.

She felt her heart skipping a beat as she glimpsed back and forth between the two. She remained silent as her lips twitched for a hot minute. Her hands met behind her back, close to her hips as she attempted to appear at ease.

Y/n peeked at Rick's hand reaching his back pocket on his jeans. She exhaled vaguely. She eyeballed Daryl without moving her head at all and shifted her hand near her pistol case. If anything were to unfold at that moment, she was helpless more than ever. She couldn't take out two men, not while being stuck between two of them.

She felt her palm sweating and trembling. She peered both of them back and forth without blinking an eye. She was inhaling from her mouth, seeking to be as plain as possible.

Daryl looked at her, eyeing her up and down as he took a few steps forward and grabbed the handcuffs that was thrown to him by Rick.

She froze, shrugging her shoulder as she withdrew her hand to her side. She couldn't help but let out a frustrated chuckle.

"You gonna handcuff me now?" She fumed with the last bits of energy left in her body.

Daryl remained apathetic and moved forward towards her. His irritation towards her was evident. One could detect it just by glancing at those stern eyes of his.

Y/n didn't shift her position. Her mouth was slightly ajar with a hollow look bearing her eyes. She developed a small hunch with the weight of her backpack and the startlement caused by their abrupt decision.

She chuckled nervously as she stared Rick, trying to convince him otherwise with her absent-minded gaze. Though it was vain, he was the one to throw the handcuffs first after all.

She shifted her eyes to Daryl who was standing only a few inches from her.

"You still think I'm a threat?" She uttered in disbelief, regaining a better posture as she processed the gravity of the situation.

"In a damn ride, hell yeah." Daryl insisted, smugness features dancing on his face to dictate they were the superior in that exact moment.

"It's for precaution." Rick declared, his hands were on his hips as he rested his body weight on his left leg. His gestures and body language were indicating a huge inattentiveness, already unengaged with the entire hustle.

Y/n sighed, unwilling to resent as Daryl grabbed her by the biceps with an unyielding clutch.

She shook her arm to free herself while glancing at him with an intense glare. She turned around and leaned against the car as her backpack slided off her arms.

Daryl came closer and gripped her wrists firmly. Y/n sighed exasperatedly at the flamey feeling of the car against her bare skin. Her upper torso was bent over slightly so that Daryl could handcuff her. She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh as she ducked her head, leaning it on the car while feeling Daryl's jeans brushing against her bare legs.

"Is this really necessary?" She spoke tall, placing her chin on the car with fatigued, barely opened eyes; causing Rick to lift his head at their direction.

"It 's with ya." Daryl grunted behind her ear as he let go off his obstinate clutch and yanked the handcuffs to check incase of something unfolding that could catch them off guard.

She winced softly at the pain of metal hitting her skin as she eyeballed Daryl from the corner of her eyes with furrowed brows. She straightened her back and shook her arms lightly as Rick opened the door for her.

His eyes followed her gaze in an apologetic way, indicating that it wasn't personal. She tried to get seated in the car clumsily due to falling out of kilter with her hands combined with a handcuff behind her ass.

Rick closed the door, leering at her through the dirty car window as he sat on the driver's seat. Y/n looked down at the window crank that seemed to have been replaced for an automatic one. There was no way she could open it with her hands.

Y/n's eyes met with Rick's on the rear-view mirror. Rick figured out her struggle right away as he opened the passenger's seat window by the crank and mumbled to Daryl who was standing infront of the door.

"Daryl."

Y/n spotted his head gesturing backward at her as he started the car. Daryl tossed his crossbow on the passenger seat as he moved next to the backseat door and opened it.

Daryl got inside of the car and placed his fist on the backseat, the seat dipping under his weight as he moved his body close to hers and reached out to open the window manually.

Y/n leaned back to the seat in a rush, a sensation of being exposed washed all over her followed by the feeling under an abnormal threat towards his body. She found herself being unsure of the appropriate course of action. She sat down there in a peculiar silence, being lost with words to utter and actions to take.

The actuality of her hands being strapped behind her -now starting to hurt- didn't make the situation better. She thought, she could embrace her arms around her or inspect her nails instead of leaning back stiffly as all her view was Daryl and the odd chaining sensations of defenselessness.

Blood rushing to her cheeks rosed them with abashment. She was feeling like a highschooler infront of a guy she had a huge crush on, once again, though that phase ended some time ago and the new world order didn't resemble anything in the past.

Daryl's hand grazed her soft thighs as he pulled himself away. He didn't seem to mind nor notice. She heard him grunting "Virginia summer." under his breath to Rick as he got out of the car and sat on the passenger seat.

Y/n felt as if getting back to life with her steady breaths and leaned-forward posture. She loathed at the thought of her weakness towards him when he didn't seem to be bothered at all.

She sensed her body functioning the way they should at once when the engines started. She slowly swallowed her dry spit and found herself leering at the back of Daryl's head when her eyes met with Rick on the rear-view mirror and she halted with the piercing gaze through Daryl.

The dust particles and the stimulating breeze were merged with eachother in the sickening heat of the air. She licked her lips and started observing the walkers that they were passing by.

She squinted her eyes now and then, having nothing at her hands to prevent dust particles and her own hair getting into her eyes, causing them to water and burn.

The ride went on like this with the offbeat silence when she heard another grunt from Daryl. She was pulled back to Earth with his voice, turning her weary eyes to him.

"Here." He uttered with a grey bottle of water in his hand, reaching it out to her. His eyes remained on the road for a second or so and then shifted to her.

"Ya ain't had water in a good while now."

"God knows how long." He assumed while some of the water droplets spilled down the center console of the car due to poor, gravel roads.

Y/n peered back and forth between him and the water bottle with self-sorry going through her veins. She hopped on her ass to sideways to come the center of the seat as if she was bouncing on a ballon.

She leaned forward, her neck going even further so that her mouth could get a good grip around the water bottle. The water bottle shaking and spilling water everywhere didn't make the situation any better. She, once again, felt self-sorry washing all over her like lightenings off of a feral storm. She creased her brows at Daryl when he extended the water bottle further.

Daryl's grip and stance got firmer to make it easier for her to drink it, though it was helpless; water started running down her chins to her thighs and t-shirt. She kept drinking the water, not knowing where to lock her gaze on. Her eyes met with Daryl's eyes observing her lips cautiously. He, then, shifted his gaze on hers and shook his eyes lightly, making the situation even awkward.

Y/n looked down at the water droplets on her t-shirt when Daryl pulled the water bottle away and as she raised her head to make an eye contact with him, he inquired.

"Wan' sum more?"

She nodded her head as she reached a bit further and started gulping down the water as an odd eye contact formed itself between the two of them. Funny was the new world, a redneck stranger feeding her with water. He darted away his eyes to Rick as he started driving the car slower so that she wouldn't choke on water.

He withdrew the water bottle, placing it in the backpack laying on the front of his legs. Y/n leaned back as the wind blowing at her face dried off the water on her chin and left the neckline of her tanktop damp.

She made out the reason why neither of them were saying a word to eachother was due to her presence in the car. She was astounded that they didn't even bother to blindfold her. Her suspicion grew thicker as they were in the car for 20-25 minutes long.

The car halted infront of a prison with a big yard.

"This explains the handcuffs." She complained under her breath as Rick and Daryl stepped out of the car.

Y/n felt her chest heaving for a hot second when her eyes spotted Daryl approaching near the car door and opening it.

She leered at him with narrowed eyes owing to the blazing sunshine obstructing her view behind Daryl's head. He didn't say a word as he leaned infront of her and grabbed the backpack that was sitting on the dirty rags covering the floor.

He mumbled something to Rick as he slunged the backpack filled with guns and magazines. He eyeballed y/n with an uninterested glare as he gripped her from her left forearm and yanked it.

"C'mon." Daryl uttered as he clutched his crossbow and scanned the area incase of a walker in the perimeter attacking them.

"I can't do anything within your walls." She huffed, scrutinizing the people glaring at the three of them. Everybody stopped what they were doing at that moment to gaze at them intensely. There was a big garden and a small fence with a few pigs wandering inside. An old man who was an amputee walking along with an asian boy closed the distance between them and the fence.

The old man approached the fence even closer and put his left hand on it as he held his crutches on one hand. Y/n rejected glaring at him, following unwritten morals even in that moment.

Daryl walked toward the gate, still gripping her arm; not paying attention to his harsh grip. Y/n turned her head around to see Rick looking at her. She tilted her head lightly, an undertone of apologeticness and annoyance flickering across her eyes, she halted while doing so when Daryl drew her towards himself roughly, causing Y/n to bump into him as if to fall down.

She regained her balance, glancing up at Daryl.

"Watch where yer goin' ." He scowled, looking at her up and down as if she was the one at fault.

"I would if you-" She complained, only to be interrupted by his words to a small kid with a cowboy hat.

"Help yer old man." Daryl uttered casually, not looking at the kid as he pulled her by the biceps to get her walk behind him. His eyes sternly fixated on the second gate, a road that seemed endless with a slight hilly.

Y/n peered down at her biceps, seeing Daryl's knuckles whitening. She took a deep breath, her hair dancing in the air as he walked aggressively, y/n having to follow his steps.

"I'm not some kind of a cage animal you asshole." She hissed loud, her brows furrowed out of anguish.

She endeavored to free herself from his rough clutch, whimpering quietly under her breath. Her face started to cramp owing to the faces she made, aiming to get him let her arm go.

He kept the distance between them as he opened the second gate with a set of keys that was hanging on his belt.

"That's it." She fumed, shaking her arm furiously with all her power. She freed herself from his grip, glimpsing down at her biceps and seeing it bruise slightly.

His eyes caught hers as he moved forward swiftly and yanked her by the forearm, this time not so harshly.

"Those handcuffs ain't comin' off 'till Rick decides what he's gon' do wit' ya." He spoke low, walking past the gate with her besides him. The attention on them grew denser. People not even trying to conceal their inquisitive eyes with shovels and bowls on their hands, stopping in the midst of their daily errands under the wrathing sun.

"He was the one willin' ta take ya in, anyhow." He grunted, finally halting in the center of the concrete yard surrounded by poorly situated prison buildings, watch towers and many more.

"So, you're like his bitch?" She teased, aiming to enrage him. To her thought, he couldn't act out infront of all these people, some looking rather sensible.

Daryl spun his head to her, not minding the curious eyes and the whispers that the wind carried all the way to them.

"I ain't nobody's bitch." He hoarsed inside of his mouth, leering at Rick coming from behind who was joking with the little kid with loud chuckles.

He turned his gaze back at her. A wide grin was bearing her face with her left brow arched.

"Hmmm." She mocked, swaying her body softly without realizing as Daryl gradually let go off her arm when Rick started talking.

".... Now we got a new survivor." He added to the words neither y/n and Daryl decided to tune in.

"She isn't gonna stay in the cellblocks for now. For precaution." He remarked, turning to her and slightly raising his right hand to her, indicating it wasn't personal.

She shrugged her shoulders at his words, being extremely disinterested until Rick uttered his final words to the crowd surrounding them.

"Get used to it, people." He peeked at the kid next to him and sniggered as he placed his hand on his shoulder.

Daryl was a few inches behind y/n when her attention fixated on Rick walking into one of the buildings.

"Hey." She uttered, taking an attentive step.

"Tell your henchman to uncuff me." She narrowed her eyes after observing some people grinning slyly while others seemed taken aback.

A subtle smirk tugged on her lips when she begged.

"Please."

Rick's eyes shifted an inch or so to Daryl and nodded his head softly. She turned her head aswell, aspiring to see an unsettled and incensed Daryl only to not.

Her smirk vanished subtly, though she aimed to not make it evident when Daryl came close her from the behind and yanked the handcuffs.

She didn't try to look at him uncuffing her hands owing to the fact that she felt ludicrous. An odd minute passed when she felt the alleviating sense of free wrists and drew them to herself to massage them.

Daryl scanned her with a penetrating stare as he dropped the bag on the ground cautiously. He shifted his gaze to the gate and started ambling.

A blonde girl with a baby in her hands started approaching toward her when she scrutinized the area with a blank stare.

footnote

praying that you understand the sexual tension between daryl and her while he handcuffs her and feeds her on water while she cant use her hands🙏

let me know what yall think!!!

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

NEW MUSE!!!

The queen herself is now a muse because no one can stop me

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Okay but I will beg for an awkward, cute Daryl one bed trope confession fic. 👀 I feel like I haven’t seen nearly enough of them for him.

I live this out in my head at least six times a day.

Also this has way more of a plot than I intended and way longer than I intended, 2k lmao, but. Ya know me.

(Gif off of pinterest. not mine)-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

"Didn't have to come out here, ya know." Daryl mumbles, stripping himself out of his poncho as he sets it out to dry, whistling to Dog as I shift my weight back and forth between my feet. From what I've gathered from Carol's stories, Dog was possibly the best thing to happen to Daryl in a really long time. He was a loyal companion, he's kept Daryl safe, and I can only imagine that he's been a comfort to him like he was to me all those years.

My hands itch to reach out to him, to hug him, to be back in his arms after all this time. After Rick, he took off, unable to move on and unable to accept Rick's untimely death. It was a hard experience to move on from, to grow as a civilization following the explosion at the bridge. But we all had to do it, even Michonne eventually had to set herself back down on earth and be there for her kids.

But Carol has been trying to convince him for years to come home, to go to any of the locations to at least be safe and sound with other people, other people he claimed to love and care for at one point. But he didn't want to, he wanted to be on his own, without anyone holding him down. He claimed it was how it should've been from the start.

This was the longest we'd gone without seeing each other since we've known each other, since the beginning of this whole thing. The longest I've gone without seeing him, being near him, high-fiving him, anything.

It took me months to get his location out of Carol's beautiful mind, begging and pleading and doing her jobs. I worked in the mud, I made food, I worked with people I hated to work with, I babysat Negan for hours and hours on end just to be able to come and see the man who's currently acting as if I'm not even here.

Daryl still doesn't realize how much he was missed. How much he is missed.

"It's been three years, Daryl." I sit down on the log in front of the fire, watching him as he works around the camp, ignoring the obvious- ignoring me. "I came all the way out here for you, will you please just talk to me?" I plead, shivering a bit as I run my hands over my upper arms, trying to gain all the warmth from the fire as I can.

Daryl turns to me, jaw gritted and chest heaving as he blinks rapidly. His eyes look over my shivering frame, my clothes damp from walking through the rain and a look of realization passes over his expression. He softens a bit, wiping his hands off on his pants as he steps around the fire to sit next to me.

"You walked here? In the rain?" He asks, my head bobbing in a simple nod as he sighs, shrugging off his jacket to wrap around my shoulders before pulling me into his side. "Dumbass." I chuckle, sniffling as I tug the jacket further around me, cuddling into his side.

An hour had to have passed before I started yawning, Daryl laughing quietly at my side as he stands, holding his hands out for me to take. He helps me up as I wobble a bit, body weak from walking the last few days. It had been the worst walk than it could've possibly been, between the walkers, the freezing rain, the lack of comfort. It was bad, but the endgame was going to be worth it- it is worth it.

"Lie down." Daryl nods towards his make shift cot, his arms supporting me as I lay back, feeling Daryl pull at my boots.

"I can do it-"

"Shut up." He laughs, untying my boots and tossing them onto the ground. Leaning over to his bag, watching him as I rest my arms under my head as he pulls out a fresh pair of socks, waving them in front of me as I reach out for them. "I got it, you need't rest." He whispers, sitting down on the edge of the cot as he pulls my wet socks off.

It makes my heart happy to see him again, to let him take care of me like he used to. He always kept me out of trouble, saved me if I was in trouble, and helped me heal from any and all trouble I've been through since the world went to shit.

"Thanks." I whisper, curling my legs up to my chest as I scoot over, making enough room for him on the cot. He looks down at me with a sideways glance, hands on his hips as Dog nuzzles his way into the makeshift tent. "Come on, D, stop acting like we haven't slept in worse conditions." I chuckle, my heart fluttering as he sighs with a playful eye roll, sitting down beside me. I watch as his fingers pull at his gloves, tossing them to the side along with his vest.

He lays down quietly on his back, hands resting on his chest as his fingers drum nervously. He looks boyish, biting at the inside of his cheek, eyes avoiding looking over at me due to the proximity. Proximity and closeness were never things he was particularly good with, always liking his own space because it made it easier for him to think. But I'd be lying if I said that seeing him so nervous around me wasn't the least bit exciting. It was more than exciting to me and it was exactly the reaction I want to get out of him.

"Our first sleepover." I tease, watching as a cringed smile appears on his lips, awkward and nervous as I snicker under my breath. He finally moves, tilting his head to look at me, our noses inches away as his bangs fall in his face as Dog jumps up onto the bed between our legs. With gentle eyes, he reaches up, moving some of my damp hair off of my neck, eyes now locked on the newly exposed skin.

"Gonna kill Carol for lettin' you come out here alone." I snort, scooting a bit closer to him as he lets out a nervous breath, my heart hammering against my chest as I watch him look over me, a glint of worry in his eyes.

"I'm fine. It was my choice." I assure but he shakes his head with a curt shrug.

"A dumb one." He scoffs, running a hand through his hair as I reach over to shove him playfully. "I'm just messin' with you." He smiles his fingers brushing against mine between us as I take a deep breath, my eyes flickering over his tired expression.

The art of eye contact was always mine and Daryl's thing, conveying more emotion through them without having to say a word. He has novels written behind his eyes, describing all of the pain and anguish that he's felt over the years along with the trust that he holds in me. My eyes convey a similar look but I'm not sure if Daryl is tuned in enough to read just how much I trust him and why. My trust goes deeper with him, venturing past care and into a more meaningful feeling, a feeling that I could only hope and pray that he returns.

"You look different." He whispers, biting at his lips as I smile, my eyes drooping a bit as I shrug. "What's different?" His eagerness makes my whole body heats up, my hands reaching out to play with the necklace around his neck, previously given to him by Judith. He watches me fondly as I do so, goosebumps erupting on his skin as I feel him shiver as my fingers brush against his clavicle.

"I told Carol I was coming to see you so she cut my hair." I admit, my eyes averting from his at my confession, embarrassment swarming around us as he lets out a quiet 'oh' as I cringe. "My skin's cleared up over the years too, Siddiq is great with natural anti-inflammatories." I blabber on, watching as he watches me speak.

"You look good." My brows tick up at his compliment, not expecting it at all. "I mean, uh-" he cuts himself off, clearing his throat as he rolls back onto his back, putting a bit of distance between us as I chuckle.

"You look good too. Just a little lonely." I reach up, poking his cheek as he huffs, reaching up to rub a hand over his face. I know he liked being alone, he liked his alone time so he could think and breathe, but I know there was apart of him that's happy that I'm here.

"Not anymore." The smile on his lips comforts me as I scoot closer to him, resting my head on his chest as his arm wraps around my shoulder. My knees move to rest on his hip, still curled up as he lets out a deep breath.

A few moments go by, my eyes fluttering shut at the sound of his heart beating slowly, a reminder that he's here with me, safe and sound and in my arms. But I'd be stupid to ignore the way he's fidgeting, even Dog whines every once in a while at the way that he's stirring.

"Can I tell you somethin'?" He asks suddenly, taking me off guard as I tilt my chin to look up at him through my lashes. "Can't laugh or nothing." I hold up my pinky to him, an action I used to do frequently with him when I would make him promise that he'd be safe. Instinctively, his pinky wraps around mine. He takes a deep breath in before looking up at the ceiling, his tongue sweeping out to wet his lips. "I bugged Carol 'bout you every time she'd come out here." My stomach flips at his confession, my brows pulling together as I grin.

"Oh, so you did miss me?" I tease, watching as he nods, his arm tightening around me as the wind whistles outside the tent, the sound chilling me to my bones.

"More than you think." He admits, voice shaking a bit as he gulps, letting me get impossibly closer to him without hesitation. My arm wraps around him, resting on his other bicep as I trace over the skin. "Every time I'd go out to hunt with traps I'd hear your damn voice in the back'a my head telling me not to step in one." I giggle quietly, quickly followed by a yawn as his fingers run through my hair. "Hope you stay."

"I told you I'd stand by you and not walk away, even when you do." I feel him press a simple kiss to the top of my head as he stutters out a reply.

"If you want to, you can stay. I want you to." I lean up a bit, resting my weight on my elbow as I look down at him, feeling his hand at the nape of my neck. He looks embarrassed almost, cheeks blushed as he mutters, "I, uh, want you." My breathing stops at his second confession of the night, my heart skipping a million beats in my chest as my lips part. "Been meaning to tell you that."

"Only took ten years of knowing each other, Daryl- Jesus." I chuckle, my hand reaching up to cup his cheek gently as he sends me a tight lipped smile and a nod, tilting his head to hide in my shoulder. I just giggle, hugging him close to me and I press a kiss against his cheek.

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[stellssheikh]

these are both necessities and if they don't magically come into my life i am going to throw a fit.

[demifiendrsa]

The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live NYCC Teaser

The six-episode Rick and Michonne spinoff in The Walking Dead universe, The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live, will premiere on AMC in February 2024.

[happy74827]

I’m literally SCREAMING!! AHHHH It looks so good!!!

[sickoherd]

DARYL DIXON — dont leave me.

angst :(

summary: daryl doesnt want you to go…

no pronouns for reader mentioned.

era: alexandra, pre-negan

warnings !! swearing, death, mentions of blood, sad daryl :( lil clexa reference

“daryl, please!”

you tried to reach for the gun in his pocket, but daryl wasnt having it. he removed it and angrily threw it down in the floor.

the floor covered in your blood, much like his vest, shirt and his hands. his everything, you are his everything.

it had all happened too quickly, he had been moving on purely adrenaline, trying to get you to safety.

you hadn’t know there was a bomb, no one could’ve known. daryl wished he did, he regretted not going before the run to scout the place out properly before letting you go anywhere near it.

he’d do anything to swap your places in that moment, even if it meant leaving you, it was better than having you die.

the only downside in daryl’s mind, he didn’t trust anyone else enough to protect you when he was gone.

maybe rick, but his priorities were carl and judith. michonne, too.

everyone else had their priorities.

but you were his, his to protect, and love.

as he was yours.

with every ounce of his being, he was yours.

and now, you were dying. he had failed to protect you, and now you would leave him, forever.

“’m sorry y/n, pl-please don’ leave me!”

his heart was beating so rapidly, threatening to break out of his chest.

even with tears streaming down your cheeks and blood in your hair, you were beautiful. daryl always though you were an angel.

you were his saviour, without you, he most likely would’ve ended his own life by now. without you, he had to reason to keep going, to live.

and as you had told him countless times when he had wanted to give up, ‘life should be about more than just surviving.’

“oh daryl, you did everything you could, its not your fault.”

thats the one time daryl would disagree with you. it was his fault.

“don’ leave me. don’ ya dare fuckin’ leave me!” daryl’s hands rested on your cheeks, holding you how he held you the first time you kissed him.

he had been so unsure of your feelings, no matter how obvious you would make them, he thought there would be no way in hell you could like him back. but you did, and he was grateful for that.

“i love you daryl, please stay safe, for me?”

for you, he’d do anything.

“i love ya, so goddamn much…” with that, he kissed you.

you put every ounce of passion you had left into it, and with his kiss, the pain dulled. it continued, until it was a light burning sensation, and your head went faint.

and as you closed your eyes a final time, his heart shattered.

you were his everything.

[biscuitbox23]

Dead weight.

summary: you run into the woods to get away from the group, you were reaching the end of your life as you suffer from aplastic anemia, only to get stopped by Rick.

A/n: I’m not a medical expert, i have no familiarity with the field of medicine I am just an idiot who is a sucker for terribly made sad stories. This may be a very long opening to the actual climax so im sorry for that :( please do DM me for advice on how i can make my fanfictions better!

Warnings: inaccurate depictions of the illness, non-established relationship (rick and reader), mentions of death, angst, cursing. (Not much due to me being a minor.) somewhat bad grammar since English isn’t my second language.

words: 1.3K

It has been a while, well, a while since you had a good stock of medicine. You had been in an abandoned cabin a few months after the outbreak. During it, you got stuck in a pharmacy in Atlanta. The law was gone now, so you hoarded a ton of antibiotics, capsules, injections, and anything you could get your grubby hands on.

When Rick and Daryl saved you from a trio of men who were trying to take advantage of you, you joined them and did not stay inside forever, especially when blood stained the floors of your shelter. It was a mistake.

You wanted to stay with yourself, isolated from the horrors and sacrifices that the world has offered now. It was harder to find medication now that most stores were stripped clean. It was easier for you to catch minor fevers, and you tended to have more rest than the others in the group. The only reason you were there is because you knew how to survive.

In the woods, in the apocalypse, no problem. Whatever your dad knew your dad would teach you, he was an outdoor person and loved to forage different shrooms and plants. God knows what happened to him.

You grew closer to the group, helping them find food and clean water, scavenging what you can find in abandoned retail stores (even if it does not have much importance.)

Now you find yourself walking out of Alexandria by attempting to climb the steel borders to the outside of the wall, your head spinning as drowsiness has consumed you to your very core, yet you still have the urge to continue. Or else you are just dead weight. You had a few foot slips —you swear, Enid makes it look easy— but managed to get out. You can sense your muscles aching as if you did not even have the strength to pull yourself up despite climbing trees more than a million times when you were a teen. You needed to disappear 

from the people, the group. Rick.

Rick was a leader, for sure. He had all the correct morals and cunningness and looked up to him for it. You were no longer the person of any use to him and his group. You could not even defend yourself without stumbling down to the ground.

You were around when T-dog and Lori passed away. You 

remembered falling for Rick when you first saw him, only to discover he had a pregnant wife and a kid. It started like a rocky road. You were so used to the isolation that it took a lot of convincing to get you to come with them to the prison.

You took a liking to his daughter Judith. You loved babies. It was a surprise. You thought that you would never find a baby in this world again. Carl was the closest to you. You tell him stories about your life and would do the same, reminiscing about the world that used to be. He praised his father a lot and got a good idea of what Rick was like as a father. Hershel would check up on your health while Rick would stand beside the old sport as Hershel examines you.

Making your way into the woods, you stopped by a tree to take a breather. Your hands were on your knees as you stared down to the ground, crinkles of the leaves crushing on the bottom of your shoes. The night was cold and airy. The chill on the tip of your nose was evident as you took one more glance at the haven that shielded the real outside world from its inhabitants. The sour stench of rotting meat was not detectable and gave some fresh air — It is not like you cannot get fresh air in Alexandria. You want to be alone most of the time.

“thought I'd find you here." A voice called out, the voice echoing in your ears sounding familiar as the crunching of leaves has gotten closer and closer.

“fuck” you curse under your breath, “how did you find me?”

“Carl saw you tryin’ to climb the walls.”

“huh,” you playfully scoffed but was met with a chill and a cough, “thought I was being sneaky…”

“what're you doin’ out here?” Rick asks out of the blue, staring you up and down as you lean back into the tree.

“Rick," you sighed heavily, “go back.”

“I'm not goin’ back till you tell me what happened, y‘know that, don’t you?” Rick asked with a twinge of concern mixed with his southern drawl.

You paused.

“I'm leaving, Alexandria,” You rubbed your forehead as your stomach grumbled. Sliding down to sit as your back leaned onto the tree further.

“If this is about your illness we can make—“Before Rick could finish his sentence you interrupted.

“Make it work? Yeah, I don’t think so…” You retorted, “You don’t understand, Rick. I have a condition where my bone marrow doesn't produce enough blood cells, and I have no meds to help me, what are the chances of finding a pharmacy? A pharmacy where it has all the things I need to survive?” You spat, frustration filling your mind like hot liquid.

“Denise can help you, Y/n, you have seen her efforts in helping you,” You can sense Rick’s desperation to get you back to Alexandria’s infirmary. His voice remained gentle but firm.

“Why, Rick?” Your eyes stared into Rick's ocean blue orbs, frustration, and confusion, “I’m not strong, anymore. I can’t go on runs, anymore. I can’t protect anyone.”

“Because we still need you—“

“Maybe it’s you who still needs me, Rick…” You spat, leaning your head on the wood as you got the strength to finally stand up, with the support of the tree, of course.

“Y/n we can discuss this once we get back,” Rick sighed, coming closer to you as he held both your arms gently.

A rush of adrenaline painfully scours into your veins as you push him away with all the remaining strength you have.

“GODDAMNIT RICK, WHY CANT YOU JUST LET ME DIE OUT THERE!” You yelled at him. “YOU KNEW I WAS GOING TO BE A BURDEN AND YOU SAW HOW MANY PILLS I HAD ON THE TABLE!”

Rick scoffed, “You're giving up now? After all that has happened? The prison, terminus… and you decide to end it all here? Where we’re finally safe?” His tone wasn’t as gentle but it was now harsher, deeper.

“if you think more treatments, will change anything, it won’t. I'm done and I won't let you guilt me into continuing this charade.”

“then what’re you gon’ tell Carl, hm? That you’re sick of bein’ alive so now you’re gonna leave?”

“This isn’t about Carl, Rick it’s about you keeping me to fill in the gap of what Lori gave you,” you glare with poison in your very eyes. “Leaving you to care for a child that was never yours.”

Rick went quiet, as you realized what you had said, “i-I’m sorry… Rick…” you pleaded, holding his hands.

Rick sighed, “Maybe you're right."

You nodded, your breath becoming shorter as your legs finally give in. You feel your body starting to shut down. Rick helped you sit down comfortably on the ground. You were paler and had many bruises on your arms and legs. You were heating up again.

“I'm sorry, Rick,” you breathed heavily, clutching the hand he gave you.

“It’s okay, Y/n,” Rick comforted you, kissing her knuckles as her legs trembled. Rick’s voice was shaky, almost labored.

“I don’t wanna turn, you can ask Daryl to keep my gun, you’ll need it,” You softly chuckled. Rick looked at you, taking his revolver from his holster.

“Get back to Alexandria, to Judith…” you smiled as you felt bile in your throat, blocking your airway and your heartbeat becoming more abnormal.

Rick gives you a final kiss on the head as an act of kindness and comfort on the edge of a quick and painless death.

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a/n: Hello everyone! This is my very first Fanfic and I thought about it on the spot 😭 Reading it for me makes me kinda cringe but don’t we all? Anyways hope you guys enjoyed it (cuz I didn’t but I’m a sucker for tragic love)

[wincheskka]

Familiar (part 1)

Pairing : Troy Otto x Fem!Reader x Negan Smith

part 2

Summary : You are at Alexandria because you want to have a happy life, away from the pain of the loss of your son's father. (I'm so bad at this sorry)

Genre/Warning : Romance, death mention, blood, injury, TWD & FTWD SPOILERS (If there are any other warnings let me know)

A/N : This story takes place to the end of TWD season 11, Annie doesn't exist in it (sorry). I've had this idea for 2 years, and with Troy's return, it makes me want to write it even more so here it is.

English is not my native language so I’m really sorry for the spelling mistakes. (tell me if there are any errors)

You put your basket on the ground when you finally see a blueberry tree, you crouch down to be able to collect them and put them in the basket, behind you the branches break under Negan's steps :

“You didn’t have to come with me” You tell Negan, turning to look at him.

“And who would protect you ?” Negan asks looking around to make sure there's no danger coming, you roll your eyes at his words.

“Negan I can protect myself” You respond, turning back to the blueberries.

"I know you can but we don't know what can happen" He replies, you shake your head at his worries "And I don't want to have to tell James that something happened to his mom"

“Nothing will happen to me” You said, throwing a blueberry at Negan which landed on his face, making you let out a small laugh.

“Yes because I’m here” He leans down and picks up the blueberry you threw at him and throws it back at your head.

“Mister has an oversized ego I see” You laugh and you collect more blueberries, you hear Negan's snicker from behind.

"It's not just my ego that's-" He starts his sentence but you turn to look at him.

"Do not finish this sentence !" You warn him by glaring at him, it makes him smirk, you look away from your friend.

You arrived at Alexandria for 10 or 11 years ago, before arriving at Alexandria and even before the apocalypse you lived at the Broke Jaw Ranch with your boyfriend Troy Otto.

You had found out about your pregnancy two days before Madison killed the man you loved, you still love. When you found out about his death you couldn't believe it, all you wanted to do was kill Madison for what she did, but you had to protect your son, so you did nothing, you let her live, so when she died at the stadium you were happy and reassured but that didn't make the pain go away.

Nick helped you a lot when you were pregnant, until giving birth or even when you just needed a shoulder to cry on Troy, he was there and he was the only one to be there for you, you knew he felt bad, that his mother killed Troy. Nick was like a brother to you and when he died it hurt you a lot, you felt so alone.

When Morgan wanted to take the group to Alexandria you immediately said yes, you wanted to be able to take your son safely, where he could have a comfortable future and where you could perhaps rebuild yourself.

So when the group finally decided not to go to Alexandria, you still went there alone with your son, during the trip you encountered some problems but you managed to arrive at the gates of Alexandria safe and sound with your 1 year and a half son.

The Alexandrians welcomed you with suspicion at first until you explained to them that it was because of Morgan that you knew about this place.

You and your son have managed to integrate into the community. You heard the stories about the war with the saviors, you had heard what the leader of the group had done, you knew he was locked up in Alexandria. You weren't afraid of the stories the Alexandrians told you about him, you felt familiar with it and you didn't know why.

6 years later your son called Alexandria home, you too even if you missed the Ranch, it was Troy that you especially missed, you never started your life again with anyone, you couldn't do it.

When winter fell just after Alpha killed Tara, Enid and Henry, you were finally able to meet the famous Negan, you weren't afraid of him, you were intrigued and even you laughed at his jokes, which surprised him, Negan also felt intrigued by you.

After the winter, Negan was able to go out more often but with someone to watch him,but that didn't stop you from talking to him but you came to see him more often when he was in his cell, you talked, you talked with him about you, about James and also about Troy, talked about Troy had hurt you a lot but Negan comforted you and you did the same when he talked about Lucille.

Negan and you quickly became friends and even you could say that he became your best friend, it's been a long time since someone cared about you like that.

After the events of the whisperers and the Commonwealth, you stayed at Alexandria and Negan also stayed with you at Alexandria, he was able to finally get to know James, your son as immediately liked Negan.

For Negan, James is like his son, he cares about him just like he cares about you a lot. You love that Negan is there for your son but you know that James sees Negan like his father and it hurt you that he never met his father, he never asked you about him and you were quite grateful for that, because you know it will be a hard discussion to have, but you also know that the discussion will happen one day.

"You're almost finished ?" Negan's voice brings you out of your thoughts, you don't look at him but roll your eyes and put more blueberries in the basket then stand up taking the basket in your hand and turn back to him.

“I finished” You say, smiling at him and lifting the basket to show him, he also smiles at you “You’ll be able to enjoy the pie that I’m going to prepare”

“Oh I have no doubt, your pies are always fucking excellent” Negan replies, you can see how he looks like he's happy to eat a pie and it makes you giggle a little.

“There is one condition before you can eat it” You walk in front of him and point a finger at him, he raises his eyebrows confused.

“And which one”

“Tonight you cook” You smile at him while biting your lip, he chuckles at your request “You know that James prefers your cooking to mine, so a good meal with a good dessert”

“I always find it strange that your pies are so good but your cooking is really not great” He mocks, you narrow your eyes, you didn't think he was going to confirm that your cooking wasn't very good.

"Thank you" You thank him sarcastically, he chuckles again, he opens his mouth to speak but suddenly noises are heard around you, you turn around and see 5 walkers coming towards Negan and you "Shit"

You put the basket on the ground, take out your machete, Negan steps forward to kill the first two walkers then you move forward to kill the others, you puts your machete into the skull of the first walker, you see the second one approaching you, you pull out your machete from the dead body's skull but it doesn't want to come out, you frown and try harder but it still doesn't come out.

The panic begins to rise when you see him coming towards you, the third approaches too, you force a little more by putting your foot on the dead body and suddenly the machete comes out but the walker are too close you quickly back away but trips on something and falls backwards, causing you to drop your machete.

You immediately feel the back of your head hit something, you feel a great pain, you groan in pain, it hurt so much but you didn't have time to understand what happened, a walker falls on you, you raise your hands so he can't bite you but you feel so weak, your hands are shaking it's more and more difficult to keep the walker away from you.

Suddenly the weight of the walker is lifted off of you, you sigh and drop your hands to the ground, your head hurts so much, your vision started to blur but you can see Negan above you with a worried face :

"Y/N are you okay ?” He asks panicked and he looks around your body to see if you were bitten, he sees the pain on your face and his eyebrows furrow even more "Where it's hurts ?"

"Head" You manage to say in pain, Negan looks at your head then he puts a hand on your neck and lifts your head, you frown in pain at this movement, you feel Negan's other hand touch the back of your head, you groan in pain.

“Shit” Negan says looking at his hand covered in your blood, your eyes start to close on their own “No keep your eyes open Y/N” He gently places your head on the ground, he caresses your cheek with his hand not covered in blood.

You try to do what he says but fail and the darkness takes you away but before you do you feel Negan lift you into his arms and see the fear on his face.

~

You hear voices around you which pushes you to open your eyes, but as soon as your eyes open you close them immediately because of the light in the room, you moan in pain and the voices in the room stop immediately. You hear footsteps approaching you and feel a hand on yours :

“Y/N, are you awake ?” You hear Negan's voice ask, you open your eyes a little more slowly but you squint them because of the light. You see Negan above you looking at you with worried eyes "Are you okay ?"

“T-too much light” You say closing your eyes in pain, you feel Negan remove his hand from yours and hear noises in the room, a few seconds later Negan puts his hand back on yours, you open your eyes, the room was now a bit more darker, he had drawn the curtains.

“Better ?” He asks still worried, you nod slowly, then suddenly confusion settles in your head, why are you here ? What happened ? You start to panic a little and try to sit but Negan stops you “Easy, easy Y/N”

"Why am I here ?" You ask while looking around you, you notice a woman in the room looking at you, you take a few seconds to remember that it's the doctor from Alexandria then you see a man approaching you, you recognize Gabriel.

“You don’t remember what happened ?” Gabriel asks with a frown, you shake your head, Gabriel turns to look at the woman.

“Negan tell her what happened” The doctor orders Negan, you look at him with confusion, he nods in the direction of the woman then looks back at you, Negan then explains everything to you “You remember now ?"

"Not really" You reply, Negan gives you a comforting smile, squeezes your hand and strokes your cheek with his other hand.

“You have a concussion” The doctor says, you look at her “You will stay in the infirmary today and tomorrow”

“But I have to take care of my son” You respond in panic, you can't leave James alone, Negan squeezes your hand again, you look at him.

"I'll take care of James" He tells you to calm you down, you still look at him worried "Don't worry" you sigh and slowly nod.

"She needs to rest now" The doctor says, Negan looks at her and sighs, he doesn't want to leave you you can see it and you also want him to stay but you prefer that he be there for your son , it's you this time who squeezes his hand, he looks at you again.

“Don’t worry” You repeat the words he said earlier, with a little smile, he smiles too and nods.

"I'll come see you tomorrow" He answers, then he leans down and places a kiss on your forehead, you close your eyes at that, after the kiss he removes his hand from yours and leaves at the same time as Gabriel and the doctor, let you rest.

~

You rested all day, you were so tired and the pain in the back of your head wasn't helping, you woke up just for dinner and you didn't even eat much.

The next day you woke up with a headache, you hadn't eaten your breakfast and barely ate your lunch. Negan came to see you at the beginning of the afternoon, he told you that James was worried about you and had trouble falling asleep last night, it hurt you to learn that your son was worried about you, you would have liked to see him but you knew that if Negan would have taken him here, you wouldn't have wanted him to leave.

Negan stayed for 30 minutes, you were happy that he came to see you even for a short moment, you spent the rest of the day sleeping, this time you ate a bit at dinner, which made you feel nauseous.

After the two days in the infirmary, you were finally able to go home, Negan came to pick you up. When you stood up you immediately lost your balance but before you hit the ground, Negan catch you.

Before you two left the doctor gave instructions on what to do and what not to do, she said that Negan needed to be there for you and said that it was best if your son spent two or three days at someone else's house. You didn't want to at first but the doctor said it was better so you could focus on yourself, rest better and heal :

"Could you ask Aaron if he can keep James ?" You ask Negan, as you walk to your house, leaning on him.

“I don’t know if he’ll be very happy to see me but yes I’ll ask him” He answers, being careful that you don't trip over anything.

You both arrive in front of your house, Negan helps you up the stairs, opens the door and you both go inside. He directs you into the living room and sits you on the couch. Negan draws the curtains to block out the light, so you take off the sunglasses he lent you and put them on the nightstand nex to the couch.

You hear footsteps on the stairs, you turn to look and see your 12 year old son coming down the stairs, as soon as he sees you he runs and hugs you, you wrap your arms around him, he really missed you.

“Hi honey” You say hugging him tighter, not wanting to let him go.

"Are you okay ?" He asks pulling away from the hug, you give him a reassuring smile.

“I'm fine, don't worry” You respond, you lie to him a little to reassure him, you don't want to tell him that you're tired, you have a headache and sometimes you feel confused.

"I'll ask Aaron" Negan says looking at you, you nod and he walks out of the house, James watches him walk out in confusion.

"Ask what ?" James asks looking at you in confusion, you sigh you have to explain to him now.

“You’re going to stay at Aaron’s for a few days” You answer him, he frowns even more.

"What ? Why ?" He asks with a little sadness in his blue eyes the same as his father's.

“Because I still need some rest” You answer him, placing your hand on his shoulder “And that I couldn’t take care of you”

“You don’t need to take care of me, I’ll be good and help you around the house” He speaks a bit panicked that he can’t stay with you.

"It will only be for two or three days" You try to reassure him but you still see sadness in his eyes.

"I don't want to" James says a bit louder, you sigh, open your mouth to answer him but suddenly your vision blurs and you feel dizzy, you hand squeezes the pillow next to you "Mom ?"

"Aaron said there was no problem fo-" Negan's voice say but when he sees you he stops in his sentence and runs towards you, he places his hands on your cheeks “Close your eyes sweetheart”

You do what he says and close your eyes, not even paying attention to what he called you. He makes you lie down on the couch so you don't fall, he gently removes his hands from your cheeks :

"James you can go get your things, I have to take you to Aaron's" You hear Negan's voice say to your son.

"But I don't want to leave her" Your son's voice responds worriedly, he became even more worried with what just happened.

"I know you're worried about your mom, kid but I'm going to take care of her, okay ?" Negan responds, you open your eyes when you feel the dizziness fade.

You see Negan look at James with a comforting smile, James looks at him for a few seconds then sighs and nods, he turns to go up to his room to pack some things. When James disappears in the stairs, Negan turns to you, he sees that your eyes are open so he approaches and sits next to your legs :

"You okay ?" He asks also worried even if he tries to hide it, you smile at him and nod.

"Yeah that was just a little dizzy" You answer, he smiles even if he's still worried, suddenly you remember how he called you earlier "Did you called me Sweetheart ?"

“Yeah I did” He answers you with a smirk, you look at him a bit surprised and also a bit embarrassed, your cheeks heat up, you turn your gaze to your hands that are on your stomach, you hear his laugh at your reaction "If it bother you I won't-"

“I doesn't bother me” You say, interrupting his sentence, you raise your eyes to his, he has a smile on his face, you smile at him shyly

You both look into each other's eyes, you feel peaceful with him, he always made you feel good and happy. For a few seconds you both stay like that until the sound of footsteps on the stairs is heard, you look away from his eyes to watch your son walk towards you two with a backpack on one of his shoulders, you still feel Negan's eyes on you :

"I'm ready" Your son says with a sulky face, this time Negan's eyes turns to your son.

"Alright" Negan says getting up, he starts walking to the front door but stops when James doesn't follow him "Come on James"

James turns to Negan and sighs wanting to stay with his mother a bit longer, you watch him walk towards Negan, you sigh not liking see him sad, you get up from your lying position and sit :

“James” You call your son, he turns around and you open your arms for him to come in, he runs to you and you wrap your arms around him and hold him tight “Don’t worry about me honey Negan will take care of me and you can come see me, okay ?”

You feel him nod against you and you hug him even tighter, you kiss the top of his head. You take a look at Negan, he smiles at this mother and son moment, you move away from the hug then with your fingers you comb his brown hair just like his father's, James looks so much like Troy that sometimes it hurt you to look at him :

“I love you James” You tell him with a reassuring smile, he smiles too, looking less sad and worried.

“I love you too mom” He responds, your heart melts at his words, James has always been a child who was not embarrassed to say I love you, you know when he grows up it will be more complicated, so you get the most of it now.

"Come on kiddo" Negan says, James walks over to Negan and you stare at him until he and Negan leave the house, your eyes are still where they went out :

"He really looks like me" a voice says, this voice is familiar to you, so familiar, your heart starts racing.

You slowly turn your eyes where the voice comes from and you see a familiar person in the doorway to the dining room, your eyes fill with tears :

"Troy ?!"

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[shadesofdevil]

[ can u break the ice? ] <- // Relationship: My better half and the love of my life. 27.04.2023 @youngwildrelentness ❤️

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[catkalope]

Daryl Dixon in the Animal Crossing universe?! Who should I do next? ALSO PLEASE CHECK OUT MY PINNED POST!

[zigmenthotep]

Hey, watch my review of the The Walking Dead Universe TTRPG! I spent an obscene amount of time on it and it's... let's just say "not performing well"

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Prison Era!Daryl and a reader who both like each other but are too scared to say it. She contracts the illness at the prison and both are worried that they won't be able to confess before it's too late.

But ends in fluff because my heart is weak. 😫

My heart is also weak lmao (Gif from pinterest)

"Where is she?!" Daryl's anguished voice makes tears rise to my eyes, the cracking of his voice, the ragged breathing that I hear from outside the cell; he's scared.

I knew full well that he'd be extremely angry after I told Rick to tell him I was one of the ones who got sick. Daryl prided himself on protecting me with his life, keeping me under his wing, safe and sound. There wasn't a time where you'd fine me without him or the other way around, so when he went out on a run for a few days, none-the-wiser to the virus going around the prison, he would've never believed he'd be coming back to me on my death bed.

My chest expands as I try to take a deep breath in but I fail, my lungs crushing themselves as I cough, bloody mucus spitting from my mouth as I roll over with a cry. The tears that stream down my cheeks mix with the a thin layer of perspiration lining my whole body, my eyes locked on Carol who dabs my forehead, her eyes trained back towards the door of the cell. Hershel looks more nervous than me, sitting in the corner of the room, knees drumming nervously with a huff, contemplating what to do for me and the others that are sick.

I know this isn't good based on how I feel and the reaction that I'm getting out of everyone else; this isn't good for me.

"Daryl, don't-" I hear Carol try to argue with him but the doors swing open and Daryl's eyes immediately lock with mine. He bites at the inside of his cheek as his eyes run over my trembling frame, trying his best to take in what he can.

"Daryl, I'm fine-" I start but he holds a hand up to me before turning to Hershel, jaw tight and angry.

"Why didn't no one tell me she was sick?!" He hisses, fists clenching as he blows out a breath of air, sternly nodding towards the doors as Hershel and Carol stand. I watch as Carol places a gentle hand on Daryl's shoulder as he sits in the seat beside my bed. He picks up the towel silently and continues to dab my forehead, his eyes avoiding mine as I reach out to him, needing any form of comfort I can get. "Gotta put a goddamn leash on you to keep you outta trouble, huh?" He sniffles, scooting closer to me as he tosses the rag to the side. He looks genuinely afraid, his eyes flickering tiredly over my expression.

"Don't threaten me with a good time." I flirt, my voice barely above a whisper as he chuckles tearily, reaching out to trail his fingers along my forehead, brushing away the hair that's matted to my skin.

"I shouldn't've gone on that fucking run." He whispers, leaning down onto his elbows as his thumb brushes over my forehead. Clearing my throat, my eyes squeeze tightly at the swollen, full feeling of my chest, reaching out to wrap my fingers around his bicep for support.

"You had to." I croak, peering up at him through blurry eyes. "I'm just happy you're back before..." I trail off, not wanting to say the words out loud as he quickly shakes his head, sniffling loudly.

"Nothin's gonna happen to you." He whispers in a small pleading voice, leaning forward to gently press his lips against my forehead with a hiss. "You're burnin' up." He sighs shakily, pulling back to look over my expression. My bottom lip wobbles as I force a smile.

"You can just call me hot, don't gotta beat around the bush." He rolls his eyes playfully at my poor attempt at flirting, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I don't want you to get sick." I whisper, pushing his shoulder weakly as he protests.

"Ain't going anywhere. Staying right here. Right where I belong, you got that?" The feeling of his fingers brushing through my hair soothes my running mind, my eyes fluttering shut as I nod weakly. "They'll figure out how to help you and then you're never leavin' my sight." His forehead rests against mine as I whisper.

"Yes please." My arms wrap tightly around his bicep, hugging him to me as he sighs, rubbing my chest soothingly as I cough, blood rising in my mouth as I lean over to spit it out onto the ground. "That's so attractive." I mutter sarcastically, leaning into Daryl as he rubs my back with a chuckle.

"Still as beautiful as ever." He coos, his voice ten times softer than I've ever heard it as he presses another kiss to the top of my head. "Just try to breathe, I got you."

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[mylifeinthetardisforever]

Me: You know what would be perfect

TWDU: What?

Me: If The Book of Carol came out on my birthday (9/15) because the first one came out on my friend’s (9/10) on a Sunday and this year mine also falls on a Sunday

TWDU: But it’s coming out in the summer.

Me: A bitch could dream…