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Random Commonwealth soldier: I think she belongs to you.

Y/N: I got lost.

Daryl: Left ya in Alexandria for a reason.

Y/N: Yeah but I made this shirt.

Daryl, reading aloud: ‘If found, please return to Daryl Dixon. K thanks bye.’

Y/N, beaming: I made you one too!

Daryl: I ain’t wearin’ no shirt like that.

-Over a year later-

Y/N, hug-tackling Daryl after finally finding him in France: Betcha wish you’d worn that shirt now.

Daryl, chuckling: Guess I do.

Y/N: Good! I brought it with me!

Daryl: Oh god please no.

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Y/N: I’m useless.

Daryl: Y’ain’t useless.

Daryl: How else people gon’ know what not to do?

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I want to commit to a single story so badly. But with every idea, I am reminded I am a serial novel cheater

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Y/N, noticing the fine tremor in Daryl: Are you nervous?

Daryl, nodding: A bit.

Y/N, rubbing his back as he hovers over her: First time?

Daryl, confused: No. Been nervous a bunch’a times.

Y/N: No. I mean this. Us.

Daryl, clueless: …

Y/N: Maybe I should be on top.

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Y/N: What’s your name?

Daryl, grunting: Daryl.

Y/N: Well, Daryl. I’m Y/N. And you’re staring. At my tits.

Daryl, quickly looking away: I ain’t.

Y/N: You were.

Daryl: Wasn’t.

Y/N, giggling: Yeah, you were.

Daryl, clearing his throat: Got a community. Been watchin’ ya. Thought ya—

Y/N: Watching me? You mean my tits?

Daryl: Yeah. I mean—No!

Daryl, growling: Ya wanna go with us or not?

Y/N, shrugging: Okay. Sure.

Aaron, watching with amused confusion: Daryl, I can’t decide if you’re really good at recruiting or really bad at flirting.

Daryl: Shuddup.

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Daryl: Don’t wanna go.

Y/N: Give them an excuse.

Daryl: Like what?

Y/N: Tell them you broke your leg.

Daryl: Leg obviously ain’t broke.

Y/N, nodding: You’re right.

Y/N, standing abruptly: Let’s go break your leg.

Daryl: …

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moodboard by @chennqingg divider by @fictive-sl0th

Biker!Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader | No Outbreak AU

Warnings for this Chapter: lots of fluff & romance, a threat? swear words

Word Count: 2,4k

a/n: I'm not entirely satisfied with that chapter. It's not the best I wrote, I think. But I hope y'all like it nevertheless.

《 M a s t e r l i s t 》

《Chapter Eighteen》《Chapter Twenty》

Chapter Nineteen...

...in which it is time to celebrate the turn of the years - and what the future would hold for you and Daryl.

"Watch where you're going, Dixon!" "Sorry. Didn't mean ta run into ya." Tess looked him up and down. A mixed expression of confusion, suspicion and... Was that disgust? replacing the anger on her face. "What are you even doing? Nobody wants to see you half-naked," she stated in a cocky voice.

Daryl scoffed. If he had been able to cross his arms over his chest in a dismissive manner he would've. Alas, he couldn't. The clothes pinned underneath his arm and the shower gel in his hand didn't allow it.

"Wha' does it look like?" He shot back. Tess rolled her eyes, "Yeah, whatever. I don't care." and wanted to push past the bulky frame of the biker, when he stopped her. "Yeah? Oh, I think ya care way more than yer willin' to admit." The woman scoffed. "Did you lose your last few brain cells as well now? Why would I care about you being half-naked?" Daryl shook his head. "Dun play dumb, Tess. Ya know what 'm talkin' about. 'N I get it. I really do. Yer got every right ta hate me after all tha' happened. Y/N's blood - yer baby sister 'n ya wanna protect 'er. I get it. I've got a brother. I know how tha' feels."

The man could practically see the gears turning in your sister's head; hoping he'd get through to her. "I know tha' I was the biggest fuckin' asshole in whole America, but I changed. Y/N showed me what love is. I never got to feel sum'thing like tha' before. Now I do, 'n it changed me." Tess - at least, listened to his words and didn't run off. "Ya dun have to like me. We ain't s'pposed to become best friends, but please... Jus' give this a chance. Give me a chance. Do it for Y/N. Hell, she loves both 'a us, 'n this..." Daryl gestured with his head between him and the woman standing across him. "... occupies 'er a lot."

He paused to take a deep breath. "Think 'bout it, 'kay?" With those words, he brushed past Tess and continued his journey to the shower; leaving the visibly torn woman behind.

"Jus' talked to yer sister," Daryl deadpanned as he was leaning against the doorframe to your small bathroom; waiting for you to get ready for the day - or well, for breakfast. His stomach was rumbling.

You looked over to him. The 'news' caused your toothbrush to almost drop from your hand. "Wha'?" You spoke with your mouth full of toothpaste. "Rea'y?" The biker nodded. "Yeah. Ran into 'er on my way downstairs..." You blinked. "Well, dun bea' 'round the bush... How'd it go?" "Not really good at first, but I decided to jus' confront 'er. Told 'er tha' I get what she's doin' 'n why she's doin' it. Tried to explain to her again tha' I changed 'n asked her to give me a chance. To do it for ya."

After what felt like an eternity, you both pulled away from the hug. You gave your partner a smile and reached for his hand; slipping your fingers through his. "Now, come on. Time for breakfast. Your stomach's rumbling worse than a pissed off grizzly bear." You giggled and patted his midsection affectionately. Daryl just grunted in acknowledgement and nodded, but couldn't prevent the small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

You finished brushing your teeth and rinsed out your mouth. "And what did she say?" "Nothin'. Walked away 'fore she could. Said 'er she should think 'bout it." "Okay." You nodded. "I truly hope she does... I hate this... To be caught in the middle. I love you, but I love Tess, too. I don't want to push either of you away, let alone lose you. I couldn't bear it." Daryl pushed himself off the doorframe and bridged the small distance between the both of you; his arms encircling your waist and gently pulling you closer. "I know, sunshine. 'S what I told 'er, too. Hope she gets 'round." You welcomed the hug your boyfriend had pulled you into and placed your palms on his broad chest, before you stood on your tiptoes to reach his lips for a kiss. Luckily, he helped you along with your intention and dipped his head to close the gap.

"Hope so, too..." You whispered then and wrapped your arms around his neck to fully embrace the hug and physical comfort Daryl was providing. "Thanks for talking to her, Dar." He didn't answer. Instead he buried his face in your neck; occasionally pressing small kisses against the exposed skin there.

You and Daryl just made your way back from the stables the next morning - of course, he agreed to help you (and technically your aunt and uncle), since he came to Montana to spend time with you and definitely not to sit down on the sofa and wait for you to do your work. Certainly not. Your hand was neatly tucked into Daryl's bigger one; trying to fight the biting cold of the snowy New Year's Eve. Casually talking, the both of you claimed the stair leading to the main door, as suddenly another voice cut through the air. "Daryl."

You and your boyfriend stopped in your movements and turned around; seeing Tess walking over. "For a word?" The biker exchanged a look with you. You squeezed his hand and gave him a soft smile, before lifting your eyes to meet your sister's. "I'll leave you to it, then." Squeezing your partner's hand for a second time, you let go and vanished inside the house.

Daryl stuffed his hands inside the pockets of his warm puffer jacket and waited patiently for the woman opposite him to speak up.

"I've been thinking..." Tess started and took a deep breath. "...and I can't believe I'm saying this, but... You're right. We have to get our shit together. I have to get my shit together. For my sister." The biker nodded while chewing on the inside of his bottom lip. "Glad ta hear tha'." Tess gave him a nod as well, before she crossed her arms over her chest. "Yeah... Just remember that I'm doing this for Y/N. Not for you. I still don't trust you, Dixon. You gotta earn that." Daryl shrugged his shoulders. "Thought so. 'S fair enough." "Good."

He gave her another nod, and turned to walk away, when Tess stopped him.

"And Dixon?" His gaze found hers again. "If you hurt her again... If you step out of line - even just once, be sure that I'm gonna hunt you down and cut your dick off. Are we clear?" Daryl swallowed hard; knowing that Tess was drop-dead serious about this. She wasn't fooling around. "Yes, ma'am." The woman gave him a last serious look, and turned to walk away.

Later that day, everybody celebrated New Year's Eve together - much to your delight. All important people in your life sitting at one table and eating burgers together. Just how you wished it to be. After Daryl had told you that Tess was truly giving him a chance, you had stormed downstairs and almost tackled your sister to the ground, due to the force you were hugging her with. Nevertheless was it a hug the both of you had seemingly needed.

The rest of the evening was spend with eating cake and snacks, while playing boardgames like Monopoly and Trivial Pursuit. It was tradition on New Year's Eve, and definitely fun.

You would've probably even pulled him into a proper kiss, but your sister's voice interrupted the small moment you shared.

Ten minutes before the clock struck midnight, Thea went to prepare the alcohol for celebrating and everyone made their way to the barn and up to the hayloft, since the view was best from up there. You could look over Miles City in distance and watch all the fireworks.

"One minute left until midnight," announced Tess; staring at her phone. Excitement bubbled up inside you. Excitement for what was to come next year. Excitement for your studying... Excitement for your relationship with Daryl... You had a very good feeling about it. Smiling softly to yourself, you stepped closer to Daryl and rested your head against his upper arm. You felt his muscle twitch, as he immediately switched positions. He wrapped his arm around you, so that your head was on his chest now. You lifted your gaze to smile up at your partner. Daryl mirrored your smile and dipped his head to press a feather-light kiss against your forehead.

"10, 9, 8..." she started to count down; everybody joining her.

"...7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 - Happy new year!" Everyone cheered and started to hug each other - except you and Daryl, who instantly followed the tradition of the New Year's kiss; drowning out the noises around you. Your family's cheers and the faint sound of fireworks in the distance.

"Happy new year, baby," you whispered against his lips with a smile. "Happy new year, darlin'. Can't wait ta spend it with ya." "Yeah, me too." Another kiss was shared, before you felt Tess pulling you from your boyfriend's arms into her arms, which all around you just commented with a chuckle.

Yes... I made the right decision, you thought; eyes still locked on the man who had conquered your heart.

"Happy new year, sweetie." You smiled into the crook of Tess' neck; hugging her tight. "Happy new year, sis. Love you." She gave your body a squeeze, "Love you, too." and added in a quieter voice: "I hope you made the right decision." Before you could answer, she let go of you to make some space for your aunt and uncle to wish you a happy new year as well.

Then you watched together the fireworks in distance and nursed a glass of sparkling wine. Finding yourself once again tucked into Daryl's side, your gaze was directed ahead at the city, but at some point, you let your eyes wander to the man beside you. Seeing him watching the fireworks with a soft smile on his lips and a childlike shine in his eyes caused your heart to beat faster and the butterflies in your stomach to run wild. You could've sworn that you fell even deeper in love in that very moment. It was another magical moment.

Daryl stayed with you for another week; getting to know your aunt and uncle even better and helping out where he could. Anything, as long as he got to do it with you. All the man wanted was to spend the little time you got with you. Something you wanted as well, of course.

Once that week was over, though, you had to say goodbye to your boyfriend heavy-heartedly. He had to go back to Georgia for work, and you had to prepare for the next semester starting only two weeks later. Plus, you had to drive back to Gainesville, which was going to take you two or three days - depending on the traffic and weather conditions, as well. The distance was literally the only thing standing between you and Daryl now, but you agreed to give the long-distance relationship system a chance. In the hopes that it was working, of course.

Sure, you knew that you could ask Daryl to move to Gainesville for the next two years until you'd be finished with your study, and you also knew that he would do it in a heartbeat for you - but you didn't want him to do it. You didn't want him to leave the only family he got behind. His home... The job he loved. You couldn't ask such a big thing from him. So, a distance-relationship it was. It had to be.

Of course, you'd try to visit each other as often as possible. Whenever you had a semester break, or Daryl a week off of work. Perhaps you could even make it work to see each other one or two weekends each month. And beside that... At least three or four phone calls a week and daily texting. The distance was an 'obstacle' the love you shared had to overcome - and both, you and Daryl believed that it was strong enough to do so.

"Gods, I'm gonna miss you so much..." You pouted; watching Daryl throw his bag and backpack on the passenger seat of his truck. He shut the door of his car and turned to face you; a sigh leaving his lips. "Yeah... 'M gonna miss ya, too, sunshine, but we're gonna make this work, right?" You gave him a soft smile, even though it was clearly overshadowed by tears in your eyes, which threatened to fall. "Of course we're gonna make this. We have to." Your partner nodded and stepped closer to you. His hands came up to rest on your hips. "We will. I promise." You nodded as well - still smiling, but you couldn't prevent a few tears from falling. "Oh, darlin'," Daryl whispered; his hands quickly switching positions. He cupped your cheeks in his palms and gently wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. "No cryin'. Not cause 'a me."

His words elicited a small giggle to leave your throat. "Sorry. I just..." You trailed off, but the biker knew what you wanted to say, of course. He felt the same. "I know... C'mere." Daryl offered you a hug and you accepted immediately; needing his comforting touch. You buried your face in his puffer jacket clad chest. Your partner just held you then; chin resting on top of your head.

The both of you stayed like that for what felt like eternity, until the biker gently pulled away from the hug and let you go. "I should get goin'. 'S gettin' real cold 'n I don't wantcha to get sick. And I want to get to Kansas City 'fore midnight." You nodded in understanding. "Yeah, sure. You're right." You took a deep breath. "Drive safely," you warned, while lovingly adjusting the beanie on his head, before your hand dropped to play with the zipper of his jacket. "And text me when you're in the city, yeah? I can't sleep when I don't if you reached that motel safely."

After exchanging another kiss, you were finally able to let him go. You watched Daryl get inside the driver's seat of his truck and how he drove off the ranch; past the snowy fields and meadows.

Daryl smiled and cupped your cheeks once more in his calloused, warm palms. "I promise, sunshine. 'M gonna text you as soon as I turn off the engine." "Good." Giving you yet another sweet, soft smile, he dipped his head and caught your lips in a tender, loving kiss.

"I love ya," he breathed against your mouth. "And I love you, baby."

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Y/N: We have a problem.

Daryl: Lemme guess. You caused it.

Y/N, glaring: No!

Y/N, wincing apologetically: Well, maybe.

Daryl, heading for the kitchen: Gonna need a beer for this.

Carol, rolling her eyes at Daryl: What’s the problem, Y/N?

Y/N: Well, the fire—

Daryl, from the kitchen: That fire’s to fix last week’s problem!

Y/N: We’re gonna need a bigger fire.

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Daryl sitting with Shiva after visiting Carol in her self-imposed exile is such perfect storytelling symbolism.

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Exhibit A: Carol surrounded by bars, horizontal behind her, vertical in the foreground

Exhibit B: She turns around but there are more prohibitive/protective bars in the bookshelf behind her

Exhibit C: Fencing around her cabin that applies equally to the alive and the unalive

Exhibit D (that's what she said): Framed by the doorway, unable to move beyond the porch

Exhibit E: Cages within cages, the pergola and lattice giving a visual representation of Carol's mind? She almost turns to follow him here but stops herself, making clear that her captivity is of her own making.

Exhibit F: They literally cut from this

to this, illustrating how Carol is imprisoning her deadly and instinctive might and power.

Exhibit G: Daryl in front of the bars (inside the cage)

and behind them (outside the cage).

and, let us not forget Exhibit H: Carol nuzzling Daryl in goodbye (as he nuzzles her)

and Shiva nuzzling him in goodbye.

We could also talk about the mythical implications of Shiva (the Destroyer) as related to Carol's arc. We could talk about how Carol unapologetically turns away a bunch of people right before Daryl shows up. And how, when he does, her resolve instantly crumbles and there's absolutely no question that he'll gain entry to her cage/sanctuary. We could talk about Morgan noting how good Daryl is with Shiva (as he is with Carol). And we should probably mention the smile on Daryl's face when he exits after having a candlelit dinner with his beloved bestie.

(That's about as smiley and giddy as Daryl gets....until he realises, she isn't following him).

I rest my case.

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Y/N: I like wearing your long-sleeve shirts! They’re cozy and I can do this!

Y/N, swatting Daryl with a sleeve hanging over her hand: 😁

Daryl: Jesus. Take it off.

Y/N: Well, I mean if you’re in the mood—

Daryl, rubbing his temples: …

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Y/N: You going to the party tonight?

Daryl: Nah, I—

Y/N: Great! You got a date for it?

Daryl: No cause—

Y/N: You do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Daryl, blushing: …

Daryl, standing and taking her hand: A’ight.

Y/N: Now let’s find you something to wear.

Daryl: Nope. S’where I draw the line.

Y/N: Okay. I’ll take what I can get with you.

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I have nothing PG rated to say about these two specific gifs/scenes.

I plead the fifth.

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It’s 2. Definitely 2.

There are two types of writers:

1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'

2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'

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Daryl, obviously irked: Where ya been?

Y/N: What do I get if I tell you?

Daryl: Two minutes less’a me bitchin’ at ya.

Y/N: Five.

Daryl: Two.

Y/N: Three.

Daryl: Two.

Y/N: Two and a half.

Daryl: One.

Y/N: Okay! Okay! I’ll take the two!

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Y/N: Come on, Daryl! It’s just a little party!

Y/N: Please go. For me?

Daryl, handing her a pillow: A’ight, but ya gotta do somethin’ for me first.

Y/N, confused: Is this a sexual thing or—

Daryl, shaking his head: Nah. Just hold that over my face ‘til I stop twitchin’.

Y/N: …

Y/N: So this is a sex thing?

Daryl, facepalming: M’gonna go get ready.

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