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My jaw unhinged snake style to eat this btw

Heart of Gold

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: A summer festival held in Alexandria, a guitar, and a song. Who knew that this was enough to make a certain crossbow-wielding archer finally see the love he harboured for you?

Warnings: a wonky timeline - probably, fluff, idiots in love, music, kinda a cliffhanger

Set somewhere in Season 9 or 10!

Word Count: 4,1k

a/n: This story already waited SO long in my drafts to be posted... Now I thought it's finally time to do that. I've been a bit insecure about this one, ngl. Perhaps that's the reason why I post it just now. I wrote it because this song speaks right to my heart. Always has. Probably always will. Hope y'all like this. 🧡

That's the song I'm talking about:

Love In The Rearview Mirror °☆• EoH Masterlist °☆• Daryl Masterlist

"Daryl!" You yelled happily from afar; waving at the archer, as he got out of the truck he had taken with him to scavenge. At the call of his name he turned to face you and lifted a hand in order to greet you back. What you couldn't see from the distance was the smile on his face and vice versa.

Daryl, on the opposite needed a long time to figure out the strange feeling in his chest and stomach whenever he was close to you but ultimately, he did. Love... A word the archer had never thought he would use in all his life - and here he was. Unfortunately, though, was he way too shy to make a move; always thinking that such a stunning woman like you could never love a man like him. You deserved better. He was aware of that, and the reason why he swore to himself to keep his mouth shut forever. It definitely slipped his notice that you were in love with him as well; too unaware and caught up with not overstepping any borders, he failed to read the signals you accidentally send him.

The two of you had been friends from the very start of the apocalypse. You had stumbled across him in the woods at the quarry all those years ago - and you stayed; went through so much shit together. Sure, it wasn't easy in the beginning. Daryl had built a thick wall around himself, but with the months turning into years you helped him wreck those walls. He learned to trust you - something you treasured beyond everything. The two of you became best of friends; always checking in on each other and making sure the other was safe and well.

Some might say what the both of you had was already way more than friendship. And - at least for you was that indeed the case. At the latest when you found the place you called home by now did you have to admit to yourself that you had fallen for your best friend. Those feelings were definitely running way deeper than 'just' friendship. And yet you had never told Daryl; too afraid to destroy what you had. After all, he never insisted more so you let it be - much to your heart's dismay...

You were so focused on the cute animal, that you didn't see Daryl approaching - until a scoff, followed by his voice managed to redirect your attention. "Wha' a traitor... Damn furball 's never so happy ta see me when I was away." You looked up at the tall, bulky man above you and giggled; shaking your head. "Oh shut up, Dar. We both know that this isn't the truth. He loves you. Right, Dog? You love your dad." Dog let out a small bark at your words. "See?" Daryl scoffed again and crossed his arms over his chest. "Might be, yeah, but he likes ya better anyway." You giggled again and gave Dog a last affectionate pat before you straightened up again; wanting to greet your best friend properly as well.

"Daryl!" Your angelic voice urged to his ears once again, and he just couldn't suppress that goofy smile on his lips - which didn't slip Carol's notice from above the watchtower. The queen of the Kingdom had returned to Alexandria - for a very special occasion.

You crossed the distance between you and the archer; abandoning your current task at hand in order to welcome your best friend back. Dog was very happy to see you as well. He was the first to reach you; having jumped out of the truck and running straight towards you. With a giggle you squatted down and opened your arms for the faithful canine to jump in - which he did; his tongue licking your whole face. "Dog!" You laughed while running your hands through his soft fur; "Yes, yes, I missed you, too!" giving him the love he absolutely deserved. "Did you watch out for your dad, yeah? Got him back home to me unscathed?" Dog let out a huff; his wet cold snout pressed against your cheek as you scratched his neck. "You did, yeah? You're such a good boy, yes you are."

"Come 'ere, crybaby," you said with an audible smile and wrapped your arms around the archer, in order to hug him. He was more than eager to reciprocate the hug; embracing you tightly. "I'm so happy you're back. You okay?" He nodded - unbeknownst to you. "'M good, 'n happy to be back as well. Luckily jus' in time." Daryl retreated from the hug - much to your dismay; gesturing around.

Alexandria was probably the most beautiful it had ever been. Flowers were everywhere. The streets and houses were decorated with handmade banners, flags and paper lanterns. Most people of the Kingdom, Hilltop and Oceanside had already arrived and were preparing their booths and 'attractions' all over the big place. It was summer in Georgia - and that meant it was time for the yearly summer festival and the get together of all communities, in order to celebrate the bond they all shared. This wasn't the only thing worthy to celebrate though... No, it was a festival to celebrate life, love, friendship, togetherness, and the beautiful things life was still able to give - despite the fact that there was so much grief, death and evil in this world. The summer festival was two whole days of just enjoying the bright sides of life and not think about the dangers for once.

A breathless laugh escaped your lips as you took the guitar carefully out of his grasp. You had been 'nagging' Daryl for most likely years now that you wanted a guitar. You loved music; were a musician through and through and missed the old days where you just had been able to vanish in the basement of your parent's house and play the guitar and sing your lungs out.

"Mhm, yeah, just in time," you agreed; following his gaze. There was a moment of pleasant silence between the both of you in which you just seemed to relish in the presence of the other - until Daryl decided to break it. "Hey, uh, I got somethin' for ya. Rosita 'n I found tha' old mall and decided to give it a look..." He explained while walking back to the truck; you and Dog following. "There were a whole lotta shops there; mostly filled with useless shit, but... One thing caught my attention, 'n I jus' had ta get it for ya, 'cause I know how much ya wished for one." Daryl gave you one of those sweet smiles before he reached inside the cargo area of the truck - and lifted a guitar carefully out of it.

Your eyes widened; jaw dropping. "Y-You... You found a guitar?" Daryl's smile widened as he witnessed you reaction; nodding. "Mhm, yeah, I did. 'S the first one I stumbled across which seems ta be intact." He reached out the hand towards you which held the musical instrument. "Give it a try."

In all those years you had found a lot of guitars, for sure, but all of them had been broken or damaged; mostly used as a weapon - which was a shame in your eyes.

Perhaps that was the reason why his heart refused to beat for a moment...

"O-Oh my gosh, I... I don't know what to say..." You stammered; hands holding the object like it was made out of glass. Daryl grunted playfully. "Ain't gotta say a thing. All ya gotta do is play." You quickly nodded and slipped your head and shoulder through the guitar strap. Your hands were shaking slightly as you fret a chord. You held your breath as your other hand cautiously strummed the strings - and it worked. The guitar was indeed intact, like Daryl had assumed.

A bright smile lit up your whole face. Probably the brightest Daryl had ever seen you smile.

"O-Oh... It... It's working!" You laughed happily and gave it another try. "Definitely needs some tuning, but beside that... Wow, I am at a loss of words... Thank you so much, Dar. You're the best." You positively had to fight the tears as you looped your arms around his neck to give him another hug - which was slightly awkward due to the guitar, but neither of you cared. "Truly. Thank you." "Told ya, sunshine... No need ta thank me. I know how much this means to ya. 'M jus' glad I could get it for ya."

Your smile never ceased as you gave the musical instrument another look. A sudden thought struck you then. "Oh my, I... I have to practice! For the gig! Now that I have a guitar and not just my voice and a rusty record player as my background... This is a game changer!" You hastily explained to your friend while already walking backwards. "I'm sorry, I... I have to practice!" Without giving the archer a chance to reply, you turned on your heels and jogged down the street; making a beeline to your home.

Daryl just watched you with a smile; the butterflies in his stomach going absolutely crazy. Crazier than they ever had before...

Only a day later was the summer festival in full swing. Alexandria was filled to brim with people. There was happiness, laughter and fun everywhere. Everybody was having a good time; spending the day with eating, trading things and especially catching up with old friends and meeting new faces. It was beautiful.

You had a good time as well; doing just that the whole day. Well, almost the whole day to be precise. An hour before sundown you secluded yourself in your apartment in the attic to go through the songs you were going to perform one last time. It was a nervous 'habit', since you actually knew all songs by heart. Your granddad had introduced you to most of them as a young girl. From the first time you had heard them, they had never left your mind and soul; the lyrics being engraved in your brain. Your guitar had been knocked into shape; cleaned, tuned and even polished. You'd take good care of that baby. Without a doubt.

"Y/N?" Michonne ripped you out of your thoughts, followed by a gentle knock; bringing you back down to earth. "It's showtime. Are you ready?" Your friend's dull voice sounded from the other side of the wooden door. You took a deep breath, grabbed your guitar and opened the door. "Fuck yes. I was born ready, Mich. I was looking forward to this since the very day you asked me to do this." Michonne gave you a smile and a hug. "Let's do this, then. Give them a good time and show them how to party in Alexandria."

And oh boy, you did. At first the visitors were all a bit shy but once they got more comfortable; being animated by the Alexandrians to just let go and let the music consume them, they did. It seemed to do the trick. With the second song, everybody was vibing with you; the crowd around the small stage which has been built for you getting bigger and bigger. At the third song, Luke joined you - much to your delight. He was a musician too, after all. You felt so carefree and happy, it was almost magical.

"Before I'm going to end the first day of our summer festival, I'd like to play one more song if that's okay for you all?" You received loud cheers and claps as an answer; managing to fill your heart with utter pride and gratefulness. You smiled. "I want to dedicate this one to my grandpa, since he made me fall in love with it. It's one of my favourite songs. One that accompanied me since I was a little girl. It's a more quiet song, though, but I'm sure you don't mind," you announced and strummed the first chord of said song on the guitar in your hands. "Thank you for listening to me; for giving me the chance to gift you with music. And especially... Thank you for celebrating together." Some more claps and cheers echoed through the crowd. Your smile even widened, before you took a deep breath and refocused again.

Your fingers danced over the strings and frames of the musical instrument as you started to sing. 'Heart of Gold' by Neil Young. A song you held very close to your heart.

Closing your eyes you let yourself be taken back in time by the music and your memories. To that very day in those summer holidays, where you sat on the steps of your grandparents porch with a glass of home-made lemonade in hands and your grandpa's old record player blaring that song from the kitchen. "Pa? What kind of song is that?" You had asked your grandfather; curious eyes looking up at him. To your question he had only smiled; seated comfortably in his rocking chair with the newspaper in hands, and answered: "The passport to happiness."

You needed a long time to understand what your grandfather had meant with that vague explanation. In fact, it had taken the end of the world for you to understand.

But now you got it.

A smile spread on your face. Even more so as Luke joined in once more, but this time playing his harmonica he always carried in his pocket. Bless him.

The archer wasn't unfamiliar with 'Heart of Gold'. He had heard it before, of course. But he never bothered much to think about its meaning. Why should he? It was just a song, wasn't it? Suddenly, not anymore. For the first time in his life, he found himself thinking over something so 'simple' like music. The gears in his head were turning; his brain suddenly conjuring memories from all those years back at the quarry when he had first met you - and all the other memories he shared with you. Good and bad...

A lot of eyes were on you in that very moment, of course - but only one pair of them was looking at you with pure and honest love...

Daryl's gaze was locked on you - since the very start of your gig. He might've been not really a participant of the party, but he had been present the whole time; leaning against one of the old yet unused street lamps with his arms crossed over his chest and a smile on his face. Watching you being so free, lighthearted and happy caused a warm and fuzzy feeling to spread throughout his whole body. He could've sworn that he had fallen even more in love with you. Hence, if that was even possible...

Getting drunk at the CDC. Stargazing in the guard towers of the prison. Fighting a sickness and the governor. Being on the road and trying so hard to survive. Terminus. Finding Alexandria and making it home. Negan and the war with the Saviors, in which he thought he had lost you. Going on countless runs together. Him teaching you how to hunt and fight. The day you and him found Dog in the woods.

He remembered everything. Every smile. Every tear. Every touch - accidentally or intentionally. You were the centre of his universe. The sunshine in his life. The air he needed to breathe. He'd do anything for you just to see you smile. Just to know that you were safe. Hence, he'd die for you.

He had crossed the ocean for you - metaphorically. You had a heart of gold. You were his heart of gold.

Once most of the people had retreated inside their (guest) homes for the night, Daryl dared to approach you. You were still busy with packing your stuff together; the girls helping. You could've left it on the stage, sure, but the weather was unpredictable... Even in summer. A spontaneous summer storm could be never entirely scratched from the list. Nobody had a weather report anymore, after all. Sure, you had Eugene - but he couldn't see in the future. Not always, at least.

Loud cheers and claps suddenly ripped Daryl rudely out of his deep thoughts. He blinked; blush spreading over his whole face. Daryl felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Even if that wasn't the case.

The archer needed a second to recover before he started to clap as well; joining in. Once more he witnessed the happiness in your eyes. They were shining so bright. Brighter than any star ever could. It caused his heart to skip not just one beat. You were so sweet; taking your time to thank the people again before biding them goodnight and exited the small stage. Maggie and Rosita were instantly all over you; hugging you - something the archer also witnessed with a smile.

"Y/N!" Rosita's voice put a quick end to the small 'moment' you shared. "I, uh, should be going." Another nod from the archer. "Sure, yeah, 'course." You smiled at him. "Do I see you later? I'm gonna take care of this..." You jutted your chin at the guitar in your hands. "...and take a shower and then you could come over, if you like... Just hang out together," you offered. "I have to show you what I traded today. It's so cool, I swear."

Daryl waited until literally the last moment to step from his 'hiding' place. You had just grabbed your guitar and were about to follow Maggie and Rosita - who had already walked ahead to the house you lived in.

"Hey, Y/N." Daryl called out to you; stopping you from leaving. You turned to him with a smile; the self-made paper lanterns still illuminating the streets. The fireflies swirling around tonight only added to the magical and - admittedly romantic scenery and atmosphere. "Hey you. Enjoyed the show?" He nodded. "Very much, yeah. You were great, sunshine. Told ya so." "You did, indeed." The both of you exchanged a look; blue-greyish eyes meeting your Y/E/C ones. So much to magical moments...

"Y/N?" Your name left Daryl's lips once again; causing you to turn and face him once more, while continuing to walk - but backwards. "Yeah?" His mouth worked faster than his brain did then; the question slipping past his lips before he was able to stop it, even though he was well aware that the chances were high that the answer was going to hurt him.

Daryl's heart did a three-sixty at your offer. It wasn't the first time you invited him over. Of course not. It was probably the hundredth time by now. You often spent time together - that was what friends did, wasn't it? But it was the first time he felt his body react like that.

"Uh, sure, yeah. But I dun wanna bother ya... If yer tired or-" "You never bother me, Dar. Come over," you interrupted him; smiling, "A'right." and turned around to follow Rosita and Maggie.

"Did ya find yer heart of gold?"

You smiled. Just smiled. He was blind to see the sadness lurking behind that smile. Or how your eyes wandered over his body. A long moment passed, before you nodded. "Yeah... Yeah,I did..." You are the heart of gold I've been searching for my whole life. The words were so clearly formed in your head, but you couldn't bring yourself to say it. Too afraid of the possible consequences. So, you turned your back to the archer again and continued your way home.

And Daryl?

Daryl stood like anchored to the ground; watching you. He didn't know how to feel about your answer; mixed feelings coursing through his veins.

"Strange way to tell her you love her, but okay."

The sudden voice of Carol let Daryl almost jump out of his skin. His face turned beet red, and if it weren't his 'other' best friend, he would've clearly wished for the ground beneath him to open up and swallow him whole.

"Shuddup," he immediately grumbled and tried to slip on the mask - in vain. It was Carol, after all. She smiled and shook her head; coming to stand beside him with her arms crossed. "Ain't me she was talkin' 'bout anyway. 'M not 'er type. Never was. Never will be." "Oh no?" The woman queried with a raised eyebrow; slightly turning to see him better. "That's funny, 'cause I'd say you're exactly her type. Always have been," Carol quoted him; twisting the words. "Who do you think she was talking about?"

Daryl scoffed; shaking his head in disbelief. How could Carol be so goddamn optimistic? "I dunno. Siddiq." "Siddiq?" Carol couldn't prevent the small laugh which escaped her lips. "That's ridiculous, Daryl, and we both know it. Siddiq is her friend. At most like a big brother she never had. And besides is he the father of her friend's child. I don't think Y/N would ever make a move on him. She's not like that - what you also know." Daryl grunted, "Of course I know that." and helplessly shrugged his shoulders. "'S some other guy then."

Carol rolled her eyes; a frustrating groan leaving her lips. How could Daryl be so stubborn and refusing to see the truth? "Are you kidding me? She only has eyes for you, Daryl! She always had! How can somebody as smart as you be so stupid? How can you not see it? It's so damn obvious!" The woman truly was desperate. "'M her best friend, Carol. Nothin' more." She facepalmed herself; burying her face in her hands. She had to fight the urge to lock you and him in a room until one of you'd finally get your shit together and make a move at the other.

Taking a deep breath; Carol faced her best friend once more. "You should go now. You got a date later." The archer scoffed. "Ain't a date." The woman narrowed her eyes at him. "I don't care what it is, but you - I never thought I'd ever have to say this to you - are going to grow some balls and tell Y/N how you feel. Get her - for all our sake, please. We're all so tired of watching the both of you dancing around each other for years. Playing matchmaker without success is so tiring."

Daryl looked over at his best friend kinda shocked. He wanted to open his mouth for an answer, but Carol wasn't having it. "No. You're going to go to Y/N and tell her that you love her, or I swear I'm going to lock you up until one of you breaks." It clearly was a 'threat' - not a warning.

"But wha' if she-" Carol decided to cut him off again; her hand reaching to find his. "She won't reject you, Daryl. She loves you, believe me. I know it. I can see it." She tried to reassure him; giving his hand a gentle squeeze. With a last soft smile, Carol let go of the archer's work-worn hand again and left to join the King; hoping that her words are of avail.

Daryl still didn't move; stood like glued to same spot like before. The voices in his head were so loud... His own voice listing him his doubts, fears and insecurities. The words of Neil Young sung by you didn't intend to leave his head either - just like Carol's words. The archer kept standing there for a long moment to think and desperately try to sort his raging thoughts, until his eyes landed on that house down the street; his legs instinctively starting to carry him there. Perhaps they were just listening to his heart - something Daryl had ignored so well in the past years; his resistance suddenly wavering after all that happened a few minutes ago.

Should he really let the cat out of the bag and tell you how he felt? Did he dare to do it?

Unfortunately, he couldn't ponder over those important questions much longer, since the door in front of him flew open; revealing one of the cutest sights his eyes had ever been blessed with... You in a fluffy dark blue pyjama - and his heart threatened to burst.

"Hey, Dar, there you are." You smiled. "Come in." You stepped aside to invite him into your home - but would you also invite him into your heart? Into your heart of gold?

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#daryl dixon #ayce is yappingᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

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dixonsstinkysock · 5 days ago

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Back to my DC roots and I’m discovering things. Why doesn’t Gotham Knights have more attention?!?! Bruce Wayne dancing on that fucking statue is killing me 😭

#gotham knights #bruce wayne #dc universe #dc comics #dcu #dc fandom #gotham knights game #ayce is yappingᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

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dixonsstinkysock · 6 days ago

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Dream Rotation (But I’m being passed around)

Thanks for the tag, @banshees-martin!!! (Blank Template under)

Do I have a type???? (Kyle and Hal can share a seat idgaf)

Anyone who wants to do this is free to!

Dream rotation (but I'm being passed around)

thank you so much @dixons-sunshine for the tag!! 🥹🩷 I've never done anything like this before so it's a first :3 (there is a blank template beneath the cut)

(i did both game joel and pedro joel because i couldn't choose one 🙃 also no particular order)

no pressure ofc! but tagging some moots if they want to do it!! @littlelovingideas @hannyhann @darylsdelts @dixonsstinkysock @ellasdixon @b1eedthefreak @gnabnahclvrr + anyone else who wants to, feel free :D

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #john shelby peaky blinders #neytiri #jake sully #will poulter #hal jordan #kyle rayner #varang #tommy miller

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dixonsstinkysock · 7 days ago

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I been sayin this 💔

Unpopular opinion,

Too many men are written as “dom daddy” types in fics.

Like be for real, that man would be honored to be your floor mat.

He’s not giving orders, he’s taking them.

Stop being afraid, put on your big boots, and step on that man.

#x reader #reader insert #ayce is yappingᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

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dixonsstinkysock · 13 days ago

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I don’t know if this is a joke or not but im being fr,, if u like or agree with any of what this person is saying then pls dont interact with me 😭😭😭 report this person please 🙏🏽

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #peaky blinders netflix #afaa #avatar the way of water x reader #avatar 2009 #peaky blinders x reader #daryl dixon x reader #lgbtq community #im a lesbian

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dixonsstinkysock · 14 days ago

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I’m so excited for afaa to come out. Obviously because its avatar but also there’s going to be so many new scenarios I can play out in my head with different characters. 😩🎉

#daryl dixon #peaky blinders netflix #the walking dead #norman reedus #ayce is yappingᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 #afaa #avatar fanfiction #avatar fire and ash #atwow

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dixonsstinkysock · 15 days ago

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in advance, i would like to apologize for the person i’m about to become when the third movie comes out

#avatar the way of water x reader #avatar the way of water #atwow x reader #atwow #avatar x reader #avatar 2009 #avatar fanfiction #pandora #pandora avatar #ayce is yappingᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

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dixonsstinkysock · 17 days ago

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Ughhhhhhh I got a 144 on my Math exam when I need a 145. I’m not able to retake it until the last week of September wtffff. Anyways basically don’t get discouraged if you dont make it the first time…or the second…or the third because you will make it.

Eventually…

#ayce is yappingᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 #GED #inspiring quotes #inspiration

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dixonsstinkysock · 19 days ago

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omg this was amazing. 😻😻😻🙄🎉😞😈😖😧😍🙄🎉🤤

moodboard by me | divider by @jiyascepter <3

Daniel Pine x fem!Reader

warnings: usual John Wick stuff, talks of murder, swear words, slight humor? Y/N and Eve being 'siblings', guns, hurt/angst - a lot, bounty, fighting, injuries, murder, drama

Major spoiler because I'm following the plot!

Disclaimer: Some sentences (mainly dialogue) aren't mine. I just wrote them to fit the plot.

word count: 4,6k

masterlist

▪︎ chapter one ▪︎ chapter three

a/n: One of my favourite chapters. ☺️

Now - almost six years later, you were sitting on the old, wooden windowsill in your room at home; staring out the window into the night and listened to the raindrops drumming against the window pane. All that remained from your past with the mysterious, handsome stranger you met at the Continental hotel were memories and a faded Polaroid picture of Ella laying in your arms on the day she was born. Daniel had took it with that beautiful smile on his face. The love and proudness in his eyes - something you'd never forget. Just like the feeling of holding your own flesh and blood in your arms for the first time.

"You have a... child?" A voice spoke up behind you all of a sudden - out of nowhere. A familiar one. You turned your head to face the woman and gave her a rather sad smile. Eve. She was a few years younger than you but easily became one of your closest friends here. She was your sister, after all. Trained by the Ruska Roma to become a Kikimora.

You had been so in thoughts that you hadn't even heard her approach you.

"I do, yes. A daughter. Ella." You smiled; thumb stroking over the precious picture. Eve frowned and sat down opposite you; pulling her knees up to her chest. "Why aren't you with her?" You sighed and instantly found yourself fighting hard against the tears. "Rules and consequences, Eve. Such is life." Eve just looked at you for a long moment before the younger woman gave you a small nod and decided to not question you further.

You inhaled deeply and stowed the precious picture away again after giving it a last lingering look. Then you faced Eve again. "You wanted to talk to me." She nodded once more. "I do, yes. I need your help." "With an assignment? Eve, you know I'm not doing this any-" "Not an assignment," she interrupted you. "Something personal."

Those words raised both curiosity and suspicion within you. You knew about Eve's past. You knew that her father was murdered - and the worst part about it was that you knew who did it. You hooked up with his son. No secrets and trust. That's how your relationship with Daniel had worked. Call it coincidence or fate. You never told Eve, of course. You knew that it was a bad idea. You didn't want to endanger her or betray Daniel - which you had to in the end nevertheless, but... It wasn't worth the risk.

Eve came to the Ruska Roma as a child. Just like you. Only a few years later. Hence, you often trained together. She was a friend; closest to a sister.

"Is it about your father?" Even responded with a confirming nod. "I 'accidentally' killed that man for my latest assignment. He actually was a collateral damage - nothing more. But then I saw the carved 'x' in his wrist. He was one of those assholes. I couldn't let this be and... asked for help. Information." "Winston," you concluded. She nodded. "He told me that they are part of a cult, but nothing more. Only that this cult is hard to find and that a man who fled from them is currently hiding in the Continental in Prague."

You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest.

"And let me guess... You want to fly to Prague, find this guy and then what? Force him to bring you straight into the danger zone? Torture him? Kill him?" "Y/N... I just want to talk. I want to know where they are hiding. That's all. So I can find them and kill each and every one of those assholes."

That was exactly what you've been afraid of. That's exactly what you didn't want to happen.

"And you need me because...?" "Two are better than one. I trust you, Y/N. I know you already my entire life."

You knew that you most likely weren't able to stop Eve. She was of a determined nature. When she set her mind to something, she didn't rest until she made it. But this wasn't just about Eve. You knew that this could endanger Daniel and Ella as well. Sure, it was six years ago, but... You highly doubted that the Chancellor forgot. And if he got wind of you interacting with a former member of his cult...

"No." You shook your head. "I'm sorry, Eve, but I can't help you." "Y/N-" "No. Let this be. Let bygones be bygones. You don't know what you're getting yourself into." You didn't mean to say the last sentence. It just slipped - and you instantly knew that it was a mistake.

The younger woman narrowed her eyes. "Do you know?"

Fuck.

You eyed her for a long moment, then moved to stand up. You had to end this. Right now. But Eve wasn't one to just give in. "Y/N! Tell me!" She literally sprinted after you and stood in your way to hinder you from exiting the room - and this conversation. "Please. You know they killed my father. What do you know about this cult?"

You swallowed hard and thought for a moment to choose the right words to say. "Enough to tell you that you won't be able to win this fight. It's your decision, but I don't want you getting killed."

"Then help me!"

"I can't."

"I don't ask you to fight my battles. I ask you to help me find this man. Help me talk to him. You can walk away after that."

You sighed; gears turning in your head. You were so utterly torn. You didn't want to risk the people you still loved most in the life, but... Eve was your sister. Not in blood, sure. But she was family. Perhaps you were able to talk that man into not mentioning your name. Perhaps he even didn't recognize you... "Fine. But after that you're on your own."

One day later, you and Eve were on your way to Prague. The Continental, to be precise. "Okay, where do we find this guy?" You asked Eve in a hushed tone; eyes scanning the lobby. "Room 315." "What's your plan?" "You take room 316, I take room 314. Both sides covered." You nodded and followed the younger woman to the reception desk. "Good evening, how can I help you?" The concierge asked in a friendly voice. "We'd like to check in," you announced as you and Eve both slid a gold coin discreetly over the smooth marble surface. "Ah, I see. Any particular wishes?" "Room 316 and room 314." He nodded with a smile, "Of course. They are both available." and handed you and Eve the key cards. You thanked the friendly man and took the lift to reach the floor of your rooms - not noticing that you two were being watched...

"What's the plan now?" Eve reached in her pocket and handed you a earpiece you plugged instantly in your ear. "We stay in touch over these. You check out his room. I stay in my hotel room and intervene if necessary. I'm your backup."

You frowned. "Hold on a damn minute... Why me? Why am I not your backup? That wasn't the deal..." "Because you know apparently how to approach those assholes." You rolled you eyes and sighed. "Fine." You parted ways then; Eve entering her room, you entering yours. "I'll be there. No matter if things go south or not." "Reassuring," you told her sarcastically over the integrated communication system in the earpiece; already working on getting the window open.

You'd certainly not just walk through the front door. Your job had taught you to be better than this. Eve agreed.

"You're pissed."

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"Shut up, I'm working! I have to concentrate! This window sill is slippery as fuck, it's raining, dark and I'm like what - twenty or thirty feet above the ground?!"

A long beat of silence passed. Enough time for you to reach safely (Thank fuck!) your destination.

"Sorry."

"Non taken. I'm on the balcony." You carefully peeked through the window pane. The room was mostly dark. Dimly lit. You couldn't see much. Neither the snipers across the building...

"What do you see?" "Not much," you whispered. "I'm going in." "Be careful."

You slid the door of the balcony open as quiet as possible and sneaked inside; instantly scanning the room. It was spacious and comfortable with a touch of luxury. With one hand on your gun, you tiptoed around; trying to find some kind of information. "Y/N?" You heard Eve in your ear; voice slightly on edge. "I'm here," you answered whispering. "Sounds like that guy is showering or something. Beside that, the room seems empty. I'm looking for information."

Turning around, your plan was to make your way further into the room.

What wasn't part of your plan included almost running over a child.

"Jesus Christ," you cursed under your breath as you clutched your rapidly beating heart. Eve's answer to your statement drowned out as you looked down at the little girl standing suddenly in front of you - literally out of nowhere. Big, innocent brown eyes looked up at you. You could detect curiosity in them but also fear. She wasn't older than five or probably six. Seven at most, you would've guessed.

"Who are you?" Her childlike voice urged to your ears mere seconds later. "I-I, um-" You were kinda speechless. You expected a lot to find in here, but certainly not a child. "Are you here to kill my daddy?" You frowned; her words shifting something inside you. Apparently was this man you were looking for in big trouble - not quite surprising, given the fact that he was involved with the cult. "No, I'm not here to kill your-"

The not quite subtle click of a shotgun getting loaded from behind you managed to interrupt you.

Fuck.

You instantly lifted your hands in surrender; swallowing hard. That wasn't part of the plan either.

"What do you want?" A low voice - coming undoubtedly from the man you were looking for growled, and you froze. That voice... Your heart dropped in your gut. You knew that voice. "What. Do. You. Want? I am not asking a third time." Tears were already glistening in your eyes; several emotions rushing through your system as you slowly lowered your hands and turned to face the man.

"Daniel..." You called out his name; voice barely above a shaky whisper. Your eyes met those stunningly blue eyes you fell in love with all those years ago; causing your heart to skip several beats. Something flickered inside them for a moment as he recognized you as well. Hurt? Longing? His hands on the shotgun twitched as if he was about to lower the weapon. You could've sworn you got thrown back in time. He didn't change. Sure, he got a bit more mature and those beautiful chocolate brown locks a little longer, but beside that... But the bubble around you bursted within seconds. That soft, kind look in his eyes got quickly replaced again by something darker. Cold. Distant. You felt a shiver run down your spine. He directed his weapon on you once more, then tried to look behind you - at the little girl, to be precise.

And your heart dropped in your gut a second time. Realization hit you like a freight train; leaving you entirely wrecked. Since Daniel was standing right in front of your very eyes, the little girl you had just talked to must be-

"Ella, c'mere," Daniel called out - and Ella instantly complied; quickly ran over to her father. "I want you to stay behind me, sweetie, okay?" She did as he asked; stayed behind him.

This hurt. A lot. Your heart ached at the mistrust Daniel showed towards you. He protected your daughter - from yourself. Well, you couldn't blame him. You were the one who just left, so... His shotgun was still aimed at you; finger dangerously hovering over the trigger. It was a side you had never seen of him before. A side you knew existed, but there had been no reason to show you. Until now.

"If you want to kill me, you should be quicker." Ouch. Your heart took another punch. "K-Kill you?" You breathed out; the tears returning to your eyes. "Why would I kill you? I... I-" You wanted to say it. You wanted to say it, but the words got stuck in your throat. Daniel scoffed. "Don't tell me you don't know about the four million dollar bounty on me."

Your eyes widened. Eve had told you that there was, in fact, a bounty. But she didn't tell you it was that fucking high.

"F-Four million? Daniel, what... What happened?" You asked in a much softer voice; ignoring Eve's voice repeatedly talking straight in your ear. You took the earpiece out to just focus entirely on the man you had called yours once.

He sighed and finally lowered his shotgun; realizing that you were not a threat for now. Luckily. "I fled. With Ella." You swallowed hard. You knew what it meant. Once you're in the cult, you can't leave again. "That's why they're after you?" He shook his head. "No. Not me. My father gives a shit about me. He was the one who set that bounty. They just want me dead to get to her," he looked behind himself at the little girl - and you knew.

"Shit. Your father wants to turn her into a weapon." "Yeah. But I couldn't let that happen. I don't want this life for her. She deserves better," Daniel confirmed. You nodded; a silent tear running down your cheek. "Yes. Yes, she does."

But then the man across you frowned; the gears starting to turn in his head. "How do you know that? I didn't know myself what his plan was until a month ago."

You swallowed hard. That conversation you had with the Chancellor on the day Ella was born reentered your mind. "Long story. I-"

You got interrupted by Eve, who all of a sudden literally stormed in the room through the balcony with her gun drawn. That triggered Daniel, of course and his protective instincts, and he lifted his shotgun as well again.

You had to intervene, before something bad was going to happen.

So, you did. You stood right in the fireline; both arms stretched out in a calming manner to stop both assassins. "Guys, stop. Please." You turned your head towards Eve first, since you knew you had her trust. Unlike Daniel. Unfortunately. "Eve, lower that gun." The young woman frowned. "Y/N, what is happening here? I lost contact. I had to come." You nodded. "I know, and I'm sorry. I'll explain, just please... Lower your weapon." Eve followed your plea. "There are rules. You know that. And we're all on the same side." "Oh, are we?" Daniel spoke up behind you; mistrust still lacing his voice. You turned your head to face the man. "Yes. Yes, we are," you answered honestly and tried to signal it with the look in your eyes that you weren't lying. It seemed to work. He lowered his shotgun as well. "Who is she?" "Eve. She's my sister." Daniel nodded. He knew, of course. You didn't have to say more. "She wants to find your people. Kill them, because they killed her father when she was just a child." "I can speak for myself, you know," the woman stated and stepped up beside you; arms crossed over her chest. "Yeah, sure, sorry." You gave her a small sheepish smile. "And who's he?" Then her gaze fell on little Ella as well. Just like you before, Eve was kind of shocked to see a child here as well. "I mean... Who are they?"

You just wanted to open your mouth to explain, when Daniel's phone beeped. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath and went to take a look. You and Eve exchanged a look; knowing what it meant. Higher bounty. "You two just made everything a whole lotta worse." He walked over to the bed and slipped inside his black suit jacket. Your eyes traveled over him. Yeah, he hadn't even changed his fashion style.

"Those people you are looking for, they are surrounding this hotel right now. Hoping that somebody breaks the rules and takes the bait." He took a deep breath and reached for his weapon. "I think they were hoping that somebody was going to be you," Daniel looked at you, then his gaze wavered to Eve. "Or you." Then he gave his phone a last look and stowed it away in the inside pocket of his suit jacket. "Now you've just made them antsy."

"Why would they be here?" Eve asked you in a hushed voice. "They want Ella," you retorted; heart aching. You could feel it. Your motherly instincts were resurfacing. You actually didn't want to get involved into all this. But now things had changed. And this was personal now.

Eve wanted to speak up and say something, but a loud bang against the door cut her off. All of your heads snapped to the side; looking at the door - which Daniel had prepped with a construction that held a gun. All you had to do to trigger the trigger was opening the door.

Good thing you chose to get in through the balcony.

The intruders kicked in the door - one of them facing a cruel fate. Then everything happened very fast. The other two stormed inside with machine guns and fired through the whole room. Everyone of you was able to hide just in time. "Ella, stay down!" You could hear Daniel yell; relieved that her father had an eye on her.

While Eve fought the woman, you took on the man. The moment of surprise was on your side; your hiding place giving you the opportunity to attack that guy from behind. You did; disarming him first. You weren't afraid to fight against a man. Why should you if you were trained to fight like a girl? A knee into the man's nuts was what brought him down in the end, giving you the advantage you needed. A kick to his head was enough to get him unconscious. Eve had taken out the woman as well. Daniel had made sure Ella was safe and protected during the attack.

"Everybody okay?" You asked into the mostly destroyed suite; getting luckily a positive answer from everyone. "We have to get out of here; get Ella to safety." You wholeheartedly agreed with your, um... forced ex boyfriend? "We do, yes," you nodded. "But we should split up." "Yes. I'll take the main entrance. As far as I am aware, there could be one of those assholes waiting, so... And they know both your faces," Eve shared your opinion, secured her weapon and walked towards the 'door'. "We'll meet outside." And she disappeared.

You loved Eve. You really did, but sometimes she acted way too fast and headless, without thinking things entirely through.

"Is she always acting like that?" You turned your head to Daniel. He held his shotgun in one hand, while Ella's small hand was neatly tucked into his other hand. It was such a precious sight, and caused your heart to involuntarily skip yet another beat. Now is not the time to let your romantic feelings resurface, Y/N, you chided yourself; slightly shaking your head to get out of those alluring thoughts.

"Yep. That's her way of doing things," you confirmed and made your way over to your 'family'. "We're going to split up, too?" He nodded. "Okay, but I should take Ella with me." The man's eyes widened, "No." and he vehemently shook his head. You sighed; already expected this reaction. "Daniel, there's no other way. We have to split you and Ella up as well. You're both the main targets. If they get their hands on you both..." You couldn't bring yourself to finish the sentence; knowing what it meant. "You know that that's the best shot we got as well!" "No. Ella stays with me."

You inhaled deeply. So slowly, it got frustrating. "For fuck's sake, Daniel, please. This is about our dau- about Ella's and your safety!" He averted his eyes; the muscles in his jaw tightening. You took a few steps closer - until you were standing right in front of him. "If you don't trust me as a mother, trust me as a Kikimora," you whispered; not wanting to drop that bomb on the little girl just now.

Daniel lifted his eyes. Danger and something you weren't able to pinpoint battling within those beautiful pools of blue. "Fine," he gritted out in the end - much to your relief. You gave him an acknowledging nod.

The man turned to face his daughter; squatting down in front of her to be on eye-level with her. "Ella, you're going to go with Y/N, okay?" "B-But daddy..." "I know, sweetie. I'll be safe, I promise. You can trust Y/N," he tried to reassure the child and leaned forward to press a lingering kiss on her forehead. "Go. Go with her." Ella nodded with tears brimming in her eyes before she ran over to you.

You gave her a soft smile and offered your hand. "Come. You'll be safe with me. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." She looked up at you with those innocent, sweet, but also afraid children's eyes. Your eyes met - and suddenly there was this... spark. This... feeling. You felt it before. On the day she was born. The very first time you had looked into the same eyes. It could be only described as the bond between a mother and her child. Strong and unshakable love.

Ella might be only six, but you could've sworn she must have felt it, too. She was most likely unable to interpret it; too young to know, but the way she couldn't look away from you and blindly slid her hand into yours was telling you enough. You wrapped your hand securely around hers, and gave the girl another smile. It felt so right - and it was. Ella was yours, and that would never change. No matter if she was an infant, six years old, or thirty years old. She was your daughter. "Let's go."

You led Ella past several hallways; always on high alert and on the search for the backdoor. It was probably the best shot you got. And it was. Your plan succeeded, and you got Ella safely out of the Continental. Sure, you had to take care of two little issues on the way, but they weren't a problem. You had left them all unconscious on the floor.

It was still dark outside, but the streets in front of the hotel were busy. People, cars, the light-rail. Eve was already outside; watching her surroundings with eagle eyes. Once she saw you and the little girl, she made her way to you. "Thank God! You're alright." The younger woman was visibly relieved; pulling you in a quick hug. "Where's Daniel?" She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. I haven't seen him yet."

A gunshot cut through the air; causing everyone's head to snap into the direction of the sound. Daniel. He was fighting against three men; having just kicked one's arm to prevent getting shot. He was trying his best to keep the upper hand, but it was three against one.

You watched the scenes unfold with tensed muscles; feeling on edge. "I... I should help him. I-" "Daddy!" The loud, heart-piercing cry from Ella shattered your heart - just like seeing Daniel sink onto the floor. Your eyes widened. It was as if the time stood still; everything around you happening in slow motion. All you could hear was the pounding of your heart. Until you felt Ella ripping herself free from your firm but gentle grasp around her hand, and started to run. "Daddy!"

Shit.

You had to react fast. And you did. Reaching out and taking a quick step forward, you caught the little girl to hold her back from running to her hopefully just injured father. "No! Let me go! Daddy!" "Hey, hey, hey, Ella." You turned her gently in your embrace; "Look at me." squatting down in front of her. "Look at me. Please." She finally stopped to fight you to look up into your face; tears streaming down her cheeks. "You have to stay with Eve, okay? Please. Your daddy would want you to be safe, so please..." You lifted your hand to gently brush a few loose curls out of her face and wipe away a stray tear with your thumb. "You can trust her, too, okay?" Ella nodded; reluctantly giving in. You gave her a small smile and looked up to Eve, who nodded and placed a hand on Ella's shoulder. "Mommy's gonna save daddy, okay?" You realized way too late that the word accidentally slipped past your lips. When you did, you already made your way over to the injured man.

Ella gazed up at the stranger behind her. "Why did that woman say she's my mommy?" Eve, who was still shocked at your words and staring after you, shook her head. "I don't know..."

You fought off two presumable assassins, who had seen what happened and wanted to give Daniel the coup de grâce to win the jackpot. Not with you. This wasn't Continental ground anymore. So, you had no reason to let them live. Like said before... This was personal now.

Once you got rid of the threat, you quickly redirected your attention to the hurt man on the concrete; not realizing what was happening behind your back...

"Daniel!" You called out his name; dropping to your knees beside him. "Daniel!" Your hands landed on his shoulders as you gently shook him; checking if he was awake. He merely grumbled in response - and pain. You could instantly tell that he was barely conscious and had a hard time to not entirely lose his grip on reality. "Daniel..." You spoke much quieter now. Your palms moved from his shoulders up to cup his cheeks; gently caressing the skin with your thumbs. "Stay with me, okay? Please. You have to stay awake. We'll get you out of here, but please..." Your eyes scanned his body for injuries; finding a huge red spot on his abdomen. "Fuck," you cursed an slowly pulled his jacket aside to check on the steadily gushing wound. He had been stabbed. Bad. And was losing a lot of blood. "Damnit," you cursed again - even more so as you felt his head going limp against your hand; eyelids drooping.

You took a deep breath; trying to calm your racing heart. You did what you had to do, ripped off the sleeves of his (most likely expensive) suit jacket to tie them around his wound; putting pressure on it. Once you made sure that there was no possible threat around you, you hastily made your way back over to Eve. You had to get Daniel out of here. To a doctor and somewhere safe.

But the next heart-stopping shock awaited you...

You saw Eve, sitting on the ground and rubbing her head. But no Ella. Your steps became even quicker; causing you to run the last few meters. "Eve!" You called out and helped her up on her feet. "Where's Ella?! What happened?!" The woman hissed in pain. "They surprised me. Attacked me from behind. I had no chance. I'm sorry."

You swallowed hard; heart dropping into your gut.

They had Ella.

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NEW CHAPTER NEW CHAPTER NEWCHAPTER

moodboard by @chennqingg divider by @fictive-sl0th

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

Warnings for this Chapter: so much fluff and romance, some humor, Daryl being an absolute cutie patootie, smoking? Tess? music

Word Count: 3,6k

a/n: We - once again - entered fluffy waters. 🫡 For now. 👀

《 M a s t e r l i s t 》

《Chapter Seventeen》《Chapter Nineteen》

Chapter Eighteen...

...in which Daryl finally meets your family, and gets greeted with open arms - except for your sister, who gives him the cold shoulder.

This chapter gave me the vibes of this song. :)

"How was driving, Dar? Was the road clear or did you have to deal with a lot of snow?" You asked into the darkness of the room; thumb caressing the soft skin of his belly, just underneath his navel.

By now, you had discarded your sweatpants and had lent Daryl's toothbrush to get ready for bed and were now neatly tucked in bed with him; continuing your dearly needed cuddle session. Actually was your plan to just say hello, stay for a few hours and come back in the morning, but well... You should've known you'd end up staying overnight in the motel with him...

"Was okay. Montana 's worse than South Dakota and Wyoming, though." "Yeah?" "Uh.Huh." "Well... I'm glad you made it here safely," you stated and turned your head to press a soft kiss against his still bare chest. In response, Daryl's arms squeezed you gently; pushing your body even closer against his. "Yeah, me too. I missed ya, darlin', ya know?" You nodded. "I missed you, too. Much more than I thought I would..." The biker snorted out a soft chuckle at your words. "Left a good impression then in those two weeks ya spent with me, huh?" You giggled and nodded once again. "Yeah, it's like... I don't know... That day I left - saying goodbye to you in your trailer, I... A switch got flipped between us, I think. Suddenly I saw everything different once again. Dunno what that was..." Daryl smiled - unbeknownst to you. He knew. Oh, he knew exactly what that was, 'cause it happened to him as well. Just earlier. "I think I might 'ave a clue, sunshine." "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah." "So, what was it? Spit it out," the smile on your face was unmistakably detectable in your voice. The smile on Daryl's lips widened.

"'S 'cause yer fell in love with me, Y/N. Jus' for real this time. Sincere 'n honest. 'S wha' happened to me a few months back. Took me a hot minute ta realise as well."

Your heart sped up at Daryl's words. Deep down, you knew that it was true. Your heart knew that it was true. Even if your feelings for Daryl had never disappeared entirely.

"Is that so, yeah?" You asked; mischief swinging within your voice. You couldn't let the opportunity slip to tease him a bit. "Mhm. 'M sure 'a it." "So you're an expert now? Dr. Love, huh?" Daryl scoffed and grunted. "Hell nah. Ain't an expert. Never was, prolly never be. I jus' can count one and one together."

You couldn't hold back the giggle any longer which wanted to escape your lips. "You're the cutest, baby, I swear - and smarter than you're willing to admit. Makes perfect sense what you said. Guess I've fallen in love with you again - for real this time."

You felt Daryl's goatee tickle the skin on your forehead as he dipped his head press a lingering kiss against the skin there. "'M so grateful 'n happy that ya granted me a second chance. To prove m'self and to make ya fall in love with me the proper way. Thanks, sunshine. Thank ya for showing me wha' love is."

Your heart nearly stopped at his words; the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely crazy. You knew that Daryl wasn't much of a talker. He'd rather show you than tell you, but this... To hear him say something so deep, so emotional... It caused a wave of pure love to flood your veins, and you could've sworn that you just fell even more for him.

Driven by the love in your bloodstream, you quickly reached over to switch on the small bedside lamp. Propping yourself up on his chest, you gazed deeply into his beautiful blues - full of love. You said nothing at first; just admired and memorised every handsome inch of his face - and Daryl let you. He was probably doing the same.

Lifting your free hand to his chin, you let your fingertips graze his greyish beard. "I love you, Daryl," you whispered the magical three words. "I love you sincerely and with all my heart."

The biker's breath hitched; raw emotions raging inside stormy eyes. "Gods, Y/N... I love ya more than I can say. 'S you or nobody." You smiled brightly at his words; fingertips still caressing his rough skin. "I never thought I'd hear such words from you. Not after... You know. And now here we are..." Daryl reciprocated your smile and gave your hip a gentle squeeze. "Yeah, here we are." "You've changed so much in those past months..." "All 'cause 'a you. Ain't even knowin' me for a year 'n ya already made me a better man."

You bit your lip; still smiling. "Mhm, yeah, turned the hard bad boy biker into a sweet sunny boy. From a grizzly bear to a teddy bear." "Pft," Daryl snorted and shook his head. "Ain't a sunny boy, neither a teddy bear, woman." You giggled and reached over to switch off the little bedside lamp again, before making yourself comfortable against the biker's warm, cuddly body once more. "Yes, you definitely are for me - whenever you like it or not."

Despite the lousy, quite uncomfortable bed, you slept heavenly that night - due to Daryl's presence, of course. The both of you slept in quite late; only getting up around ten in the morning and therefore having a very late breakfast. Well, it had been a long day and night full of driving for your partner, so it was understandably that he needed some more sleep. You just rolled with it.

After breakfast, Daryl was quick to pack the few things he had and checked out of the motel. Together, you headed for your cars; wading through the almost shin-high snow.

"You ready to meet my family?" "Honestly?" The biker asked, before scrunching his nose and pulling probably one of the cutest faces you had ever seen on him. His hand wandered to the pocket of his jeans, from which he retrieved a package of cigarettes and a black lighter. "Nah. Ain't ready," Daryl mumbled from behind the cigarette he held between his lips, while he lit it. After taking a deep drag and puffing out the smoke again, he took the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger.

"Want a drag?" A few months back you would've said yes, given the fact that the man had a huge impact on you. But now... "No, baby, thanks. I'm good. One of us smoking is enough." Daryl eyed you intensely; struggling to interpret your words right. "Ya want me to quit?" You shook your head and gave him a soft smile. "That's not my decision to make. You do what you please. I just... I don't wanna smoke." Your boyfriend nodded; understanding what you meant. "'M pretty nervous, ya know? Need some nicotine." You gave him another soft - and this time also compassionate smile. "I understand. I'm nervous, too." "Yeah?" "Yeah." You gazed into his blue eyes for a long moment, and then moved to open the door of your car. "Come on, let's go. We got this, okay?" Daryl nodded, took a last drag of his cigarette, before throwing it onto the snow-covered ground to stub it out, and went to open the door to his car as well.

"Just make sure to follow me, okay? Don't get lost again. This time I won't be able to point you into the right direction," you stated with a giggle and winked. Of course, he knew exactly what you were referring to.

It was the last thing you said, before you sat inside the driver's seat and closed the door shut again.

Daryl smiled, "I'd follow ya everywhere, sunshine. Ain't gonna lose ya again. Never." and sat in his truck; pulling onto the road after you.

About twenty minutes later, due to very bad traffic this time, you pulled onto your aunt and uncle's ranch and parked the car; Daryl following behind. The biker got out of his truck and looked around; taking in the unfamiliar surroundings - until he felt your fingers slipping through his. "I'll show you around later. Let's meet my family first?" He nodded and followed you wordlessly. His nervosity was clearly showing.

Opening the main door, you stepped inside your home; gently pulling Daryl with you. "Thea? Joe?" You called out for your aunt and uncle. "I'm home!" It didn't take long for them to answer. "We're on our way, honey!" Answered your aunt. Her voice definitely came from somewhere downstairs - the basement, close to the laundry room - if you would've guessed.

Your eyes darted shortly over to Daryl; seeing him chew on the pad of his thumb, blue eyes settled on the stair. It gave you the impulse to squeeze his hand for some reassurance. A gesture he definitely appreciated.

Even more shuffling and some clattering noises could be heard and no minute later got the basement door opened and your aunt, followed by your uncle made their way up the stairs. Thea immediately went to greet you with a smile on her face, unintentionally forcing you to let go of the nervous man's hand, in order to hug the elderly woman. "Hey, auntie," you greeted her like you usually did. "Hello, honey." You moved on to greet your uncle; pressing a kiss against his very beardy cheek.

Then you turned to face your boyfriend again - once more reaching for his hand. "Thea, Joe... This is Daryl."

The biker stepped shyly forward and stretched out his hand; starting with your uncle. "N-Nice to meet you, Sir, I'm Daryl." Your uncle gave him a once over, but took and firmly shook his hand with an approving nod. "I'm Joseph, but you can call me Joe, son." Daryl gave the older man standing across from him a crooked smile. You could tell he was still fighting his nerves. Nerves the man hadn't experienced in his whole life before.

Then he turned to the grey haired woman, who still held a sweet, kind smile on her face.

Once again, Daryl stretched out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, as well Mrs.-" Before Daryl could finish his sentence, your aunt jumped in. "Thea, please call me Thea." Daryl smiled shyly. "Nice to meet you, Thea." Instead of shaking his hand like her husband did, her largeheartedness caused her to wrap the man in a gentle hug - which took him totally by surprise. "The pleasure is all ours, Daryl."

When Thea released your boyfriend again, you found him blushing and ducking his head, which caused you to smile. He could be such a cutie.

"I just don't know where your sister is..." Thea's voice cut once more through the air. "I actually asked her to be around, but... Joseph, do you know where she is?" Just as your uncle wanted to open his mouth and speak up, the main door swung open again, and revealed your older sister; dressed in her old, washed up jeans, a thick puffer jacket and gumboots - her stable equipment. "There she is," your aunt said in a happy voice. "Won't you say hello and meet the man in your sister's life?"

Tess' eyes wandered from your aunt to you and to Daryl, then back to you. You gave her a pleading look; trying to communicate with your eyes - but Tess' expression remained stoic. "Later maybe. I've gotta go and take a shower first." That was all your sister said, before she paved her way through the small crowd which was her family and the thorn in her side, and vanished down the hall. The spiteful look she shot Daryl only visible for the biker and yourself.

Her strange behaviour took your aunt and uncle of course totally by surprise, while you tried to control the upcoming anger and Daryl, well... He was just quiet; having expected this reaction. It caused an unpleasant silence to spread between the four of you - until Thea decided to break it. "I have to apologise for my niece's behaviour, Daryl. I don't know what has gotten into her. She usually isn't like that... I'm going to have a word with her later, and-" "No, auntie, it's okay," you jumped in. "I'll talk to her, yeah? I feel like this is a sister thing." She nodded and agreed to your suggestion, but the frown and confusion on her face was still present. Joseph was a silent participant of the conversation, just like Daryl.

"I'm going to show Daryl around now a bit and let him settle down; unpack his stuff." Another smile replaced your aunt's confusion. "Yes, you both do just that. I'll be heading to the kitchen soon and make sure to prepare dinner. Daryl must be hungry from his long journey and surely hasn't eaten properly since he left." The biker smiled shyly and nodded. "Kinda, yeah." "Perfect. I'll see you two later then." With a last kind smile towards Daryl, Thea turned around and headed back down the stairs which led to the laundry; seemingly not finished yet with the task.

"I should finish up as well," said your uncle and grabbed his jacket, before slipping in his boots and leaving through the front door and you and Daryl on your own.

Once the door shut close, you sighed and turned to your partner. "Dar, I'm so sorry... I-I really thought she was going to bite the bullet, but apparently not..." You lowered your head in shame and sorrow - but Daryl's soft touch of his palms against the clothed skin of your upper arms caused you to retract your movement; your eyes meeting his. "Stop tha', sunshine. 'S not yer fault, 'kay?" You nodded and tried to believe him. "'Sides...," he started with a small smirk. "I think I left a real good impression on yer aunt 'n uncle, so..." Those words made you crack a smile. "Yeah, think so, too. They like you." The biker nodded. "'N the feelin' 's mutual. They 'r very nice people." He smiled at you and gave your arms a soft squeeze, before he reeled you gently in. Dipping his head, he bestowed a sweet kiss upon your lips. "Now c'mon. I think ya wanted to show me around."

And you did.

You showed your boyfriend almost every nook and cranny of the ranch you called home. First and foremost your little apartment and the stables, of course. He met all the animals which lived on the farm; Arrow being the most important one, since the stallion was your animal best friend. Both 'men' were cautious at first. They eyed each other almost suspiciously. Once Daryl dared to step closer towards the horsebox and felt Arrow's soft muzzle against his palm, he jumped and quickly retreated his hand again. You erupted in a fit of giggles. "Well.. If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my horse - or whatever the Spice Girls said," you had joked and shrugged your shoulders with a smirk. In the end, though, you marked it up as a victory that the biker didn't flee from the stables due to his anxiety and Arrow didn't rear up. It was a start.

Later that day, you and Daryl had dinner together with your aunt and uncle. Tess was nowhere to be seen. She was seemingly avoiding Daryl like a plague - much to your distress and Thea's confusion. You couldn't entirely tell what your big sister's mission was, but you had definitely planned to figure it out.

Dinner turned out to be really good nevertheless. Your remaining family got along with your boyfriend very well. You hoped it stayed that way. After all did you still have to confess what truly happened after your first encounter with the biker at the bar... But now wasn't the time. You wanted your aunt and uncle to meet the changed - the better version of the man you loved first, before you were going to hopefully not stain their image of him.

The four of you were all seated in the big living room now; rounding off the night with a glass of mulled wine for you and Thea, and a bottle of beer for the men.

The fire in the fireplace crackled ahead; creating a warm and cosy atmosphere. Together with a bowl of cookies, the Christmas decorations and the snow peacefully falling outside the windows, it was close to perfection. Well, that and perhaps because you had your legs draped over Daryl's lap; cuddled against his chest and shoulder with his arm slung around your waist and his tattooed hand on your knee.

"Y/N, would you play something for me? For us?" Joseph decided to start off a new conversation. His gaze travelled from you to the beloved piano in the corner of the huge, comfy room. "Please. It's been so long since I lastly heard you play." You gave your uncle a smile and slowly moved to stand up and wiggle out of your boyfriend's cosy embrace. "Of course, Joe. Gladly. It's been a while since I played that gem of a music instrument anyway." Daryl's confused look which he threw you caused you almost to erupt into a fit of giggles; remembering that the biker had absolutely no clue that you could play the piano. Yet...

"Luckily I found one at the campus... Or else, I'd have been super sad. Unfortunately, tough, I had not much time to play..." You added, while getting into position and carefully opened the lid. "Alright, let's see..." You needed a moment to remember the notes and two tries to get the song you wanted to play right, but once you did your fingers worked on their own; dancing across the keyboard.

'Take Me Home, Country Roads' by John Denver was your chosen musical piece since it was Joe's favourite - like you knew. Your uncle had a special connection to that song... He originally was from West Virginia. He had grown up there, so...

Everybody who was present in the room listened to you in silence, until you played the last note. Turning around on your chair, you met three entirely different expressions. While Daryl seemed unable to get his jaw picked up from the floor again to close his mouth, your aunt was smiling happily; clapping and Joe, well... Joe had tears in his eyes. He was visibly touched by your wonderful performance.

"Thank you so much, little one," your uncle whispered as he pulled you into a big bear hug. You just smiled; having a hard time to keep it together. Seeing his reaction almost made you cry out of happiness as well. "You're so very welcome, Joe. Always."

Music connected people - that was never going to change.

After carefully closing the piano lid again you rejoined your still stunned boyfriend on the sofa; getting into your previous position with your legs draped over his lap. "Yer full 'a surprises, darlin'," Daryl stated and shook his head in disbelief. "Ain't had a damn clue ya can play the piano - 'n bein' fuckin' good at it." His words caused everyone to chuckle. "Well... I, uh, guess I forgot to mention that, heh. Sorry, babe." Daryl just continued to shake his head with a scoff. "'S amazin'."

Waking up next you again was like a dream. Daryl needed a few moments to realise that he wasn't in fact dreaming. It was real. He couldn't help but smile; watching you sleep for a few minutes, before he reached over and took his phone to check the time. 8:07 a.m. Daryl stretched his limbs - carefully, not to accidentally kick you or shove an elbow in your face. Then he decided to get up and have a shower. Grabbing the few things he needed, he slung a towel over his shoulder and made his way downstairs. Not without stopping by at the bed again first, of course. The biker leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss against your hairline, which caused you to stir. He didn't mean to wake you fully up, just enough to tell you what he was up to. Not that you'd wake up to an empty bed and question yourself where he vanished.

An adorable grunt left your lips as you scrunched your nose at the disturbance. Daryl smiled. "Mornin', sunshine. 'M gonna take a shower, a'right? Ya keep on sleepin'." You nodded still with eyes closed. "'Kay," was all you mumbled. Sleep still had you in its powerful grasp and unwilling to let go just yet. Daryl pecked your soft skin again, before he left you to sleep and quietly left your little apartment.

Daryl had a good memory and was certain that he could find the way to the bathroom - or well, shower on his own. He just hoped that nobody else was already up and about, because all he was wearing was a pair of grey boxershorts and a towel. Plus, he sure as hell wasn't ready to face the questions about his scars. It was nothing he was particularly proud of and certainly not comfortable with just showing off to almost complete strangers. His plan was a success – almost...

Just as he had made his way down to the third floor - Tess' floor, and wanted to pass the entry to your sister's apartment, the door got opened and the woman herself stepped out; almost running into Daryl. Her quick reaction and a taken step aside by the man were the only small things that prevented the collision.

"What the hell...?" Tess grumbled; the air around them immediately thickening.

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dixonsstinkysock · 24 days ago

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I’ve fallen into the curse of the maze runner…

me when theres nothing new on the #gallyxreader tag (I checked it an hour ago)

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dixonsstinkysock · 26 days ago

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ofccc girl!! I love supporting other daryl writers!! (or other writers in general 😻)

𖥔 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 & 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𖥔

𐔌 Redneck Spicy Pork Rinds 𐦯

[ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 + 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞 ]

𖥔 pairing : 「 daryl dixon x fem!reader 」 + merle dixon .ᐟ

𖥔 contains : fluff. unlimited chaos supply from merle. failed attempt at humor. ridiculous snack obsession. lots of spicy pork rinds. merle being merle.

𖥔 warnings & triggers : merle (enough to be a warning). strong language. a mention of sex. mild-threats of violence. sarcasm. chaotic energy. i’ll avoid writing one warning just because i don't wanna spoil the end. porn magazines mention.

𖥔 setting : small-town in georgia, pre-apocalypse.

𖥔 word count : 2.9k

summary : you and daryl are having the laziest, sweetest couch day ever until Merle storms in like a hurricane, declaring a spicy pork rind emergency of biblical proportions. suddenly, you find yourself on a chaotic snack-hunting road trip all over town, judging Merle, scowling with Daryl, and questioning the life choices you've taken that had led you to this point.

It had been a miracle of a day—one of those rare moments when Daryl wasn’t working on Merle’s busted truck or out in the woods hunting. You had come over with the promise of finally spending some alone time with your boyfriend, since you hadn’t seen him in days.

You were both lying on the couch, snuggled up together. Your head was tucked under his chin, nuzzling softly at the warm, bare skin of his neck. His rough fingertips were lazily brushing up and down your arm, while his other arm was wrapped tightly around your waist.

You let out a soft, blissful sigh. Nothing felt better than the steady rise and fall of his chest, and his heartbeat slow and strong under your ear.

A shitty old action film was playing on the TV — the kind where every car exploded for no reason. You weren’t even paying attention, too busy enjoying Daryl’s warmth and the scratch of his stubble every time he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“ya comfy, sweetheart?” he mumbled against your hair, taking a deep breath to fill his lungs with the sweet scent of your shampoo.

“you don’t know how much,” you giggled, lifting your head to peck his lips softly.

He didn’t waste a second, immediately deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue past your lips until you had to pull away for air.

You leaned in again, eager to pick up where you left off, when suddenly—

BANG!

The trailer door slammed open so violently the whole place shook and it made you both jump apart instantly.

“Oh, please. Dun let my lovely presence interrupt whatever cheesy shit y’all were doin’,” Merle scoffed as he stomped toward the trailer’s tiny kitchen. “Ain’t like I haven’t seen y’all fuckin’ like heated bunnies before, lovebirds.”

Your face flared red, and you immediately buried it against Daryl’s chest in horror. That embarrassing incident is something you definitely don't want to remember anymore. You still couldn’t look at his eyes without blushing furiously at the memory of what he witnessed.

Daryl felt you tense and let out a frustrated growl, tightening his hold on you protectively.

“Get the hell out, Merle. Ya said ya’d be workin’ or off lookin’ for that dumbass moonshine. We don’t need ya comin’ in here runnin’ yer mouth,” he snapped.

Merle started rummaging through the cabinets and shelves, leaving them wide open and tossing cans and boxes onto the floor like a raccoon on meth.

“Can’t kick me outta my own damn house, y’know… Uh— Where the hell are they?! I know they were here last time…” he muttered under his breath.

You frowned, watching his desperate, almost crazed way of tearing the place apart.

“What is he doin’?” you whispered into Daryl’s ear, shifting slightly to get a better look.

Daryl just sighed like your question alone had ruined his day even further.

“Dunno, baby. And trust me — better if we don’t,” Daryl muttered, rubbing your side as if to calm himself down.

Merle continued tossing cans and boxes everywhere, cursing under his breath.

“They gone! What the fuck kinda house don’t got an emergency stash’a pork rinds?! I swear I saw ‘em here last time!” He slammed a cabinet door shut and started pacing like a madman.

You groaned, lifting your head to glare at Daryl with exasperation. He just rolled his eyes, then slowly moved you off him so he could sit up.

“The hell ya talkin’ ‘bout?” he practically grunted.

“They gone! They fuckin’ gone!” Merle spun around to face his little brother, his expression wild. “Can’t ya get it, baby brother?! Ain’t no more spicy pork rinds left, and I been cravin’ ‘em all goddamn day!”

“Merle, it’s pork rinds. You're acting like someone stole your life savings,” you snarked, crossing your arms.

“Ya dun get it! Them spicy pork rinds are more precious than gold, woman!” Merle practically barked. “They’re worth billions of dolars!”

You rubbed your temple with your fingers, already feeling a headache coming on. Still, you tried to offer a solution.

“I think I saw some regular ones in the pantr—”

“HELL NAH!” Merle cut you off harshly, looking utterly offended. He froze in place like you’d suggested feeding him poison. “Why’d ya offer that shit?! I want the spicy ones! The real ones! Burn-yer-guts-out spicy! Ain’t no use eatin’ that plain crap you talkin’ ‘bout!”

But before you could call him asshole, Daryl shot up, already looking like he was two seconds from throwing Merle through the door.

“Then get yer ass out there and buy some, Merle! Ain’t like ya don’t got legs!”

“They outta stock! Said they won’t restock ‘til next month!” Merle yelled, running both hands through his hair in pure desperation.

“Then go t’ another damn store! Leave us the hell alone!” Daryl barked, stepping forward threateningly.

“What if spicy pork rinds got banned, huh?” you jumped in, voice dripping sarcasm. “Maybe they’re illegal now. Maybe cops saw how you get when you don’t have a bag of them and decided to ban their production.”

Merle froze, staring at you like you’d just spoken the secrets of the universe. “Holy shit… y’think they’d do that?!”

“No”.

Daryl let out a bark of laughter despite himself.

“She’s messin’ with ya, dumbass,” he snorted, rubbing his temple.

“No, no—she got a point! It’s them government bastards! They know I love ‘em too much, they tryin’ to break me!” Merle ranted, eyes wild. But then, he physically flinched again, turning to look at you suspiciously

“You! Ya got ‘em!” He literally shouted.

You froze and raised your arms in disbelief, eyebrows shooting up. “What?”

“Ya outta yer fuckin’ mind or somethin’?!” Daryl shot back. “We don’t got nothin’—”

“Yeah ya do!” Merle insisted. “Y’all hidin’ ‘em! I know it! It ain’t the first time y’all done hid shit from me!”

“Merle… seriously. We don’t have any. Why in the hell would we hide pork rinds? We’re literally talkin’ about food.” You tried to reason with him.

Merle stepped back, squinting at both of you like a detective piecing together a conspiracy theory.

“‘Cuz ya know they're ma favourites… this is one’a them dumbass pranks, huh? Y’all got the last bag stashed somewhere!”

“We don’t, Merle! Just fuckin’ get ou—”

“Ya do! Prob’ly hidin’ it under yer bed with them nasty magazines ya read at night!” Merle accused, voice rising even higher.

Your eyes narrowed.

“What magazines?” You snapped your head towards Daryl.

Daryl turned on Merle immediately, looking betrayed.

“Fuck you, Merle! That’s your shit, not mine!”

“Nuh-uh! He lyin’, dollface!” Merle pointed at Daryl dramatically. “He’s hidin’ my pork rinds and them magazines! We victims here!”

“I ain’t hidin’ shit! Quit makin’ up shit in front’a my girl!” Daryl snarled, pushing Merle backward. “Those magazines ain’t mine! They’re his! He’s lyin’! Sweetheart, don’t believe him! Don’t fall for that shit!

“He’s the liar here, dollface,” Merle quickly cut in, pushing Daryl aside so hard he nearly fell to the floor, stepping right up to you. “We’re victims here. Just tell me where he’s hidin’ my beloved pork rinds, and I’ll tell ya everything I know ‘bout him.”

Your wide eyes snapped to Daryl, who stumbled forward.

“You read that kinda magazines?” you asked, your voice somewhere between disbelief and indignation.

“No! ‘Course I don’t —”

“He do, sweetheart. He spends all his money buyin’ them nasty porn mags. Got dozens of ‘em!” Merle added quickly, so sure of himself it almost sounded convincing.

"That's bullshit!" Daryl rushed to you and shoved Merle aside.

Merle stumbled, then shoved back.

“Don’t ya push me! Confess! You hidin’ ‘em with yer crusty mags, admit it!”

You pressed your hand to your forehead, feeling your brain cells dying one by one.

“I can’t believe I’m witnessin’ a redneck episode of Scooby-Doo,” you muttered under your breath.

Merle turned to you again, pointing wildly.

“Ya in on this too! You know where they at! Just tell me, I’ll tell ya all his dirty secrets!”

“I don’t got no secrets!” Daryl cut in, almost shouting now. “She don’t believe ya, Merle! Shut the fuck up!”

“Aw, she believin’ me alright. She seein’ the truth now!” Merle cackled, then suddenly lunged forward and grabbed both your arms, yanking you and Daryl toward the door.

“Wait— the fuck you doin’?!” you yelped, stumbling after him as he dragged you both outside.

"Hey!" Daryl protested. “Ya fuckin’ bastard! Don’t ya ever treat my girl like that, ya hear me?!”

You landed roughly on the front seat, Daryl half-falling on top of you, muttering a rushed, “Shit — sorry, baby,” as he scrambled to steady himself.

Before you could yell at Merle for manhandling you both, he slammed the truck door so hard it smacked Daryl’s ass.

"Ow!" Daryl snapped, glaring daggers at his brother while rubbing his butt. "The fuck's wrong with ya today?!"

He turned to you, scanning you quickly, his voice low and soft.

“Ya okay? He hurt ya, baby?”

“Nope… though he did hurt your ass,” you teased, smirking despite the chaos.

Daryl chuckled, rolling his eyes, but before he could say anything else, Merle climbed into the driver’s seat, grinning like a maniac as he fired up the engine.

“Sorry, baby bro and baby sis-in-law—y’all are comin’ with me! We’re gonna hunt ‘em down. Them pork rinds are out there somewhere!”

Fifteen minutes of driving like you all were being chased by the DEA had passed. Five of those minutes were actual reckless, screeching-around-corners chaos. The rest? You sat stuck, waiting for an old lady to finish crossing the street at snail speed.

Merle was practically vibrating in the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.

Suddenly, he leaned out the window, veins popping in his neck.

“Move it, grandma! This is a pork rind emergency!” he hollered, leaning on the horn like he was auditioning for NASCAR.

The old woman didn’t flinch. Not one bit. She just shuffled along, completely unfazed. You burst into laughter, almost snorting.

Daryl whipped around in his seat, glaring at Merle like he was about to jump across the dash.

“She’s a grandma, man! She probably got them metal hips and all. You yellin’ at her like a goddamn psycho!”

“A psycho who’s hungry!” Merle snapped back, eyes bulging.

“Don’t be a dick,” you chimed in, rolling your eyes.

“I ain’t bein’ a dick! I got a pork rind emergency and she’s blockin’ the damn road!”

“So why don’t ya hop out and help her, jackass?” Daryl finally exploded, throwing his hands up.

Merle actually hesitated, eyes flicking between the old lady and you, like he was calculating his chances of survival.

“I’m… lazy,” he finally muttered, almost sheepishly.

You facepalmed so hard your palm burned.

“Jesus Christ on a bicycle,” you groaned.

Daryl snapped. In a blur, he threw open the door, stomped out, and before either of you could process it — he picked the grandma up and set her down gently on the other side of the street.

You and Merle sat frozen in the truck, jaws dropped.

Daryl slammed back into the seat, huffing.

“Was that so goddamn hard?!”

Merle blinked, mouth half open.

“You weren’t supposed to move her, ya were supposed to help her cross!” you scolded, smacking his arm.

“I did help her cross!” Daryl shot back, totally offended.

“He did,” Merle chimed in, nodding solemnly.

You and Daryl turned in sync to glare at him.

“You don’t get to talk,” you both snapped at the exact same time.

Merle flinched, throwing his hands up in surrender.

“Jesus, kids these days... no respect for their elders,” he muttered, turning back to the wheel.

You kept arguing with Daryl about scaring the poor grandma until suddenly the truck lurched forward so hard you nearly smacked your forehead on the dash.

“Merle! Slow the hell down!” Daryl barked. “What the hell—you tryin’ to kill us all?!”

“Shut up! You think Vin Diesel ever slowed down?! We’re on a mission!” Merle barked back, eyes wild.

“We ain’t in Fast & Furious, we in bumfuck Georgia!” you snapped, lunging for the steering wheel.

Merle shoved your hand away.

“Not today, dollface!” he mocked, pushing you back.

You huffed, arms crossed, glaring at both of them.

“If we get arrested for this, I’m tellin’ the cops you’re both brain dead,” you grumbled.

Daryl snorted, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll blame him first,” he said, jabbing his thumb at Merle.

The next two hours turned into a town-wide scavenger hunt from hell. Store to store, gas station to bait shop—all for a goddamn bag of spicy pork rinds.

First stop: Hank’s Gas Mart. Merle got thrown out by the owner for owing some “mysterious amount of money”—you didn’t even ask.

Second stop: Roger’s Bait & Tackle. No pork rinds since last month.

Third: a real grocery store. Tons of pork rinds, no spicy ones.

After that, you hit the sketchiest roadside station ever, a place that smelled like boiled eggs and sadness. Every time Merle came out empty-handed, cussing and ranting about “weak-ass snack supply” and “dumbass crappy town,” you and Daryl shared a little conspiratorial smirk.

Finally, as you all rattled down the road to the last possible store, you decided to poke the bear.

You leaned toward Merle, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay… but like… what if spicy pork rinds never actually existed? What if it’s just some fever dream you had after too many gas station hot dogs?”

Merle snapped his head around so fast you thought he might break something.

“Don’t you start, girl! I swear on mama’s grave, they’re real! I can taste ‘em right now in my mind—that sweet, spicy burn!”

“You said it: in your mind,” you teased, fighting back a snicker.

Daryl snorted, leaning forward to join the game.

“What if the stores got a protection program for ‘em? Like witness protection for pork rinds.”

Merle scoffed like Daryl had just suggested aliens were real.

“Hell yeah they do! I’m too dangerous for ‘em, that’s why!”

Finally, you pulled into the last crusty-ass gas station. Merle slammed the truck door, marching inside like a man on a death mission.

You and Daryl followed him in just in time to hear the bored cashier drone:

“Sorry, man. Some kid bought the last bag this mornin’.”

Merle’s face turned a shade of purple you’d never seen before.

“A KID?! Who lets their kid eat spicy pork rinds?! That’s child abuse!”

The cashier just shrugged, returning to staring into the void.

Merle pressed up against the counter, almost vibrating.

“Look... we can work this out. You get me a bag, I’ll let ya keep one pork rind. How ‘bout that?”

“Dude. There are no more left,” the cashier deadpanned.

Merle slammed his hands on the counter.

“You sure? You check the back? You better not lie to me, boy—I got pork rind radar!”

“There ain’t.”

Merle clawed at his own face, looking like he was about to combust. He whirled around, scanning the store for any sign of a child to mug.

Daryl grabbed his arm.

“Nah. Don’t even think ‘bout it. We ain’t about to jump a kid over a bag of pork rinds.”

Merle shook him off, ranting.

“You don’t tell me what to do! I’ll find that lil’ shit and—”

“Guys!” You yanked both of them closer, whispering conspiratorially. “Don’t look now, but I think that old lady out there got a bag in her purse. Maybe she's the pork rind smuggler!”

Daryl shot you a look that could kill. You just gave him a big shit-eating grin.

“Better go tackle her,” you dared.

Merle squinted toward the old lady shuffling to her car.

“Don’t tempt me, baby sis. I swear to God, I’ll do it.”

“Enough!” Daryl finally snapped, yanking Merle toward the door and shoving him. “Get in the damn truck before I knock ya out. You too,” he pointed at you, sighing.

With an exaggerated huff, Merle stomped to the truck and slammed the door.

“Don’t think this is over. Next week I’m hittin’ every county fair ‘round here. I’ll find ‘em if it kills me!”

You just cackled as you slid into your seat, exhausted but somehow entertained.

When you finally made it back to the trailer, you practically fell out of the truck, stumbling up the steps. Merle stomped inside still ranting about “snack conspiracies” and “government pork rind cover-ups.”

Daryl slipped his arm around your waist, guiding you to the bedroom with a tired chuckle.

“Ain’t lettin’ him drag us out again,” he muttered, pressing kisses along your throat as he shut the door. “Next time he hollers, we play dead.”

You giggled, tilting your head to give him more room. “Deal.”

Daryl’s laugh rumbled against your skin.

“But right now… I’m gonna have ya all to myself,” he growled softly, eyes dark and hungry.

Without another word, he guided you onto the mattress, crawling over you and sealing his lips to yours.

The next morning, sunlight dragged you out of bed. You shuffled to the kitchen for water, still half asleep.

When you glanced outside, you almost choked on your drink.

Merle had set up a whole black market pork rind stand right outside the trailer. A handwritten sign read:

“SPICY PORK RINDS —RARE AS FUCK— $50 A BAG.”

𖥔 a/n: this doesn't make sense. came up to my mind at three am.

𖥔 a/n: dividers by me ‹𝟹

#daryl dixon #ayce is yappingᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

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dixonsstinkysock · 26 days ago

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NOOOOOOOOOOOO. and thats all I’m gonna say.

moodboard by me | divider by @jiyascepter <3

Daniel Pine x fem!Reader

warnings: usual John Wick stuff? fluff/romance, suggestive stuff, mentions of sex, pregnancy things, nudity? swear words, angst and drama, blackmailing, mentions of murder, slight humor?

Pls let me know if I missed something!

word count: 5,7k

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▪︎ teaser ▪︎ chapter two

a/n: Finally managed to get chapter one ready! Hope y'all are gonna like it! :) A HUGE HUGE shout-out goes out to @angelwings-crossbowstrings . Without her, this story would be only half as good as it is. She inspired me and helped me a lot. Thanks, friend.

▪︎ chapter one ▪︎

You met Daniel again. Of course you did. You couldn't help yourself. You felt drawn to him like a moth to a flame; unable to stay away. A drink here, a dance there, and so the love started to bloom between you two. Both, you and Daniel knew that this was more than just a summer love. Way more than just a casual affair. It was love. You both felt it. The feelings were mutual. You followed your hearts. And it never changed. Not even after you discovered his heritage and he yours...

"A-Are you truly willing to do that, beautiful? Once we cross that line, there's no- no going back," Daniel panted against your lips; out of breath from the intense kiss you just shared. Your hands stilled to work on getting his belt undone; fingers splayed across his stomach. You looked up at him to gaze deeply into those blue eyes. Daniel lifted his slightly shaking hands to cup your cheeks to press his forehead against yours. Untamed locks fell into his face; tickling your skin. "We don't have to, Y/N. You know that," he whispered lowly. His voice was filled with love and affection. You instantly shook your head. "I want to. I want this. I... I love you, Daniel."

It was the first time that the magical three words left either yours or his mouth.

You shook your head; only now noticing that Daniel was gently caressing the apple of your cheeks with his thumbs. "I don't care. This won't keep me from you. From loving you." The man's expression softened. He put his heart on his sleeve for you; stripped naked - and you accepted him. Accepted who he was. It didn't quell his worries; knowing how powerful his father was and what he was capable of doing, but his feelings were to strong. It was going to be fine. You both would find a way. Things were going to work out somehow.

He gasped; eyes slipping shut for a moment. "Yeah, I thought so... And the problem is, that I love you, too." You breathed out a small, happy laugh at his words; lips seeking out his for a sloppy kiss. "There's no stopping then. I want to cross that line," you stated. Firmly. The man opposite you nodded. "Me too. It's just... I'm a dangerous man. I told you before. I... I'm part of the Cult. My father is the leader. Calls himself the Chancellor. We are not a part of the High Table. We exist beyond those borders. Our rules are strict. Different. Once you are a part of it, you can't leave again. No escape. No running. No hiding."

You swallowed hard. You had a suspicion; kind of expected it. Sure, you had heard of the Cult before. Only tales. Nothing detailed. But you quickly decided that this wasn't going to stop you from loving him. You were sure nothing could. Ever.

"So be it then," he whispered and indulged you in another kiss. A kiss filled with love and the promise to keep you safe.

Daniel's hand mapped out your bare back. His fingertips traced the inked lines on your skin between your shoulder blades. His eyes followed his hand's movement; unable to tear his gaze off of you. Off of your beauty. "You're a Kikimora." It was a statement. Not a question.

He knew. Of course he did. Daniel was a smart man. He was a trained assassin. He knew the business well.

"I am," you answered and shifted underneath the blankets to face him. "Is that a problem?" He was comfortably laying on his side, propped up on his elbow. The blanket was pulled up to his hips to cover his lower half. Nothing more. The hand that caressed your back found your skin again; knuckles brushing over the bare skin of your upper arm. To your sheer surprise did he shook his head. Frankly, you had already feared the worst. "No. No, it shouldn't be, love. My father and the Ruska Roma have some kind of peace contract. As long as nobody sticks their nose up in the other's business, we should be fine."

Oh, how wrong Daniel was. He just didn't know it at that point in time. Neither did you...

The concierge wasn't stupid. Of course he wasn't. In fact, he was a very smart man. You knew that. He saw things. Knew how to read people. It wasn't that difficult for him to connect the dots.

With your bag in one hand and the keycard to the hotel room you had stayed in in the other, you walked up to the desk of the concierge. Charon already held a friendly, polite and respectful smile on his lips as he saw you approach. "I hope you enjoyed your stay, Ms. Y/L/N." You slid the keycard over the desk towards the courteous concierge; nodding and returning his smile. "As always." He took the keycard. "I'm pleased to hear that." You wanted to say something in return, but then you saw something - or well, rather someone in the corner of your eyes... Daniel. You couldn't help yourself but to turn your head and look as he walked by. You assumed to he was on his way to top up on some weapons. Your eyes met and a small smile was exchanged. It was anything but subtle. A gesture that told more than words ever could. You just thought it was subtle. Unobvious. But Charon's next words proved you wrong.

"I assume Mr. Pine's stay is pleasant as well - if I may be so bold to say that."

But you weren't off the hook. Not yet...

You tried to play it cool, of course; the butterflies in your stomach betraying you. "As far as I know, yes," you stated with a small nod. Charon smiled. "Have a safe trip home, Miss." "Thank you." You were kind of glad that he had dropped the topic as quickly as he had picked it up.

You turned on your heels and headed for the main entrance; shoes clicking on the polished floor.

You didn't see Winston Scott - the manager of the New York City Continental sitting in one of the luxurious armchairs in the lobby and reading the newspaper. Not until he spoke up and called out your name without even looking up from the newspaper. Your feet stopped instantly in their motion.

Oh, that..

You knew Winston. Quite well, actually. You'd describe your relationship as very good acquaintances. He was a bit like the father you never had. You turned towards him. "Mr. Scott?" The man gestured at the armchair beside his. "For a word."

You blinked in slight confusion but followed his plea and sat down on the chair beside him; eyeing him expectantly. Winston kept his eyes on the newspaper. A rather long beat of silence passed before the manager finally spoke up. "You are aware of what you are doing, I hope?" You blinked again. "What do you mean?" "You know exactly what I mean, young lady." Winston finally turned his head to look at you. "Your machinations with Mr. Pine?"

Thinking of it now, you should've probably listened to Winston...

"Winston-" "Your business with whom you are sharing a bed. Not mine. I'm just saying." You sighed. "Look, I know what I'm getting myself into. He knows, too. I'm just fine. I'm a big girl. I can look after myself."

The older man gave you a small smile. "I have never said otherwise. I just want you to be aware of the danger you're possibly getting yourself into." You frowned. "Why? Why would you do that? You're not the kind of person who just warns other people." Winston's lips curved into another small smile, "I am wounded, Y/N." before he redirected his attention back to the newspaper. "Let's say it is a kindhearted gesture between two business people."

You had spent more time at the Continental those past months than you did at home - the Ruska Roma. Your disguise was work - as simple as that, so nobody asked any questions.

But then it came how it had to come...

You got pregnant. The love between you and Daniel blossoming even further and leading to the creation of a new life. An innocent new life.

"Y/N..." Daniel shook his head, placed his drink on the small glass table beside the luxurious leather sofa and bridged the distance between the both of you. He lifted his hands to cup your cheeks gently into his warm, soft palms. "I'm a killer. Not an asshole. I certainly won't worm my way out of this situation," he said; repeating your words. "It takes two to tango, right? This baby is half you, half me. We're in this together." He gave you that sweet, soft smile you loved so much. You couldn't help but smile in return.

"So you won't leave me?" You asked in a quiet voice; nervously fumbling with your fingers. You had been afraid to tell him. You couldn't deny that. After all was having children in a job like this an actual no-go. It was way too dangerous - and yet it had happened. You had let it happen. There was nothing you could change about it now.

The man standing opposite you in that huge, fancy hotel suite looked at you as if you'd have suddenly grown a second head. Disbelief and shock was written all over his face.

"Leave you? Did you lose your mind? Why should I leave you?" "W-Well, because..." You shrugged your shoulders. "Children were never an option. Not in this world we live in. I could understand if you'd prefer to worm your way out of this."

Before you were able to say something, the man in suit trousers and tank top dipped his head to bestow a promising, chaste kiss upon your lips. You closed your eyes and wrapped your hands around his wrists; following the urge to touch him. To feel his warm skin underneath your fingertips. To know it was real.

"She is a what?!" Daniel flinched; surprised at his father's sudden outburst. "A-" He cleared his throat. "A Ruska Roma." The older man shook his head. "You cannot be serious about that, son. We are not at war with this family, but they brought us nothing but trouble in the past!" "I know, father, but she's-" "Not different than the others! You're blinded by love, son. I can't have that. I can't accept this... affair you got going on with a R-" Daniel had heard enough. He was usually of a calm nature - unlike his father, but those words made the man lose his temper. His fist connected with the wooden table at which they stood; easily managing to cut off his father. "She is pregnant, damnit!" Daniel literally yelled through gritted teeth; the muscles in his jaw clenching hard.

"You're coming home with me. That's not up for discussion," Daniel stated in a firm yet protective voice after a long moment of pleasant silence. "That's my child too - like I said, and I won't leave their mother alone in a world like this. I know damn well that you can defend yourself, but I won't take the risk. Kikimora and trained assassin or not. I need you to be safe. I won't leave you out of my sight. I'm going to make damn sure that you and this baby are protected."

His message was clear. It hardly left any room for discussion, but... Did you even want to discuss it? Of course you wanted this baby safe, too. You wanted to give them the opportunity to grow strong and healthy undisturbed and certainly out of harm's way. So the answer was a clear no, because what other choices did you have? You highly doubted that the Ruska Roma was going to welcome a stranger - not a member of the family with open arms. This was meant to go awry. You knew it.

Following Daniel home to his cult was really the only option you got...

That one sentence was enough to make his father pick up his ears. Pregnant... The gears in the Chancellor's head started to turn. His son just gifted him the most valuable gift possible - unknowingly... A baby meant a new recruit. A new human to be turned into a deadly weapon.

"Alright, alright..." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you truly love her and she is the woman you choose, then she shall stay."

"You got that girl pregnant?!" His father exclaimed with a sigh; deciding to keep playing the game for a little while longer. His 'sudden change of mind' should look the part, after all... And his son wasn't stupid. Far from it.

"Goddamnit, son... I taught you better than that." Daniel vehemently shook his head; hands clenching into fists. "You're acting like I'm a teenage boy! I'm a grown man - and she's not just a girl, father. She's the woman I love. The mother of my child! I refuse to-" The Chancellor lifted a hand to stop his son from talking any further.

So, you stayed.

"Are you alright, beautiful?" Daniel's voice carried across the spacious bedroom you shared in that beautiful chalet you and he lived, in the village this cult more or less owned - Hallstatt. Located in Austria and surrounded by mesmerizing nature. Hidden behind huge mountains and close to the shores of a stunning lake.

The pregnancy ran smoothly. Sure, there were some typical side effects like swollen feet, back pain, nausea - and the cravings. Dear God, the cravings. Luckily, you had Daniel by your side throughout it all. He was so sweet and caring; always trying to make you feel as comfortable as possible. He tended to your needs and helped you wherever he could. No matter if it was food rubs, back massages, holding your hair back while you emptied your stomach into the toilet bowl, ordering and getting you the weirdest food combinations at two in the morning - or hence, even sex, he was giving you all you needed. That kind of partner you could only wish for.

Sure, he wasn't perfect. He had his flaws and edges, but everybody had. Nevertheless was that man close to perfection for you. He was so good and kindhearted, you truly even questioned yourself how it was possible for him to be an assassin. To actually kill people.

"My father wants me to attend the annual dinner he holds for his top-tier snipers and assassins. Said it was good for the cult. Showing off a strong leadership as father and son." "You should go then," you spoke quietly as your eyes locked with his. He shook his head; hand traveling from your face to cup your baby bump instead. "I don't want to leave you alone. You're almost due, and-" "Shh," you hushed him softly and placed your pointer finger on his lip. "We're good, handsome, okay? Go. I'll get along without you for one evening. Have a few drinks, relax once." Daniel scoffed, "Relax..." and shook his head. "I lost that ability on the day I was born. Living this life, I won't ever be able to do so. Especially not once I'm a father." You sighed and took his hand - the one resting on your swollen stomach - in yours and brought it up to your lips; kissing the back of his hand. "Just try. You deserve it."

You nodded; eyes flickering up to meet him. He was leaning against the door frame with nothing but a white fluffy towel around his hips. A few remaining water droplets from the shower he had just taken rolled down his neck and chest; wet hairs tied back in a rather sloppy man bun.

"Y-Yeah, all good. Just got lost in thoughts for a moment." The man nodded and pushed himself off the wooden door frame to cross the room. Without another word, he sat down on the edge of the bed. You took that as an invitation to scoot over - as quick as your steadily growing baby bump allowed - and rest your head on his lap. Daniel's arm hovered over your upper body as his hand cupped your cheek; thumb caressing the soft skin.

Only a few weeks later, a little girl saw the light of the day. Something pure and innocent in this tainted and dangerous world. It had been excruciating nine hours of labor, but it was more than worth it. All the pain, tears, sweat and blood. The tiny human being you got to hold in your arms right now was all worth it.

"She's beautiful. Just like you, my love," Daniel whispered through a smile; unable to tear his eyes away from you and his daughter. "Would you like to hold her?" You didn't have to ask him twice, of course. The answer came prompt. "Please." You smiled at your partner and carefully maneuvered the small bundle of joy from your arms into her father's arms. Daniel cautiously cradled the newborn against his chest; holding her fragile body with both hands. "There she is," he whispered with a smile as his big palm was splayed over her upper body; fingers adjusted the white blanket around her tiny head in which she was snugly tucked in. "My little girl." His eyes were stuck on his daughter; filled to the brim with love and proudness as he watched her eyelids fluttering open. "Hi, Ella. I'm your daddy," Daniel whispered - totally enchanted by the tiny creature in his arms. A small gurgling sound left her pouty lips - and the assassin could've sworn that his heart sloshed over with all the love he felt for Ella. He chuckled. "That's right. I'm your daddy - and I swear to protect you. Nobody is going to harm you. Ever," he vowed and dipped his head to press a lingering, gentle kiss on her dark fuzz covered head.

Daniel's smile faltered, but he nodded and obeyed his father, of course. Exchanging a reassuring look with you, the man made his way out of the room; your shared daughter still safely tucked into his arms.

You watched the scenes unfold in silence; happy tears brimming your eyes. But the rather harsh opening of the door to the bedroom cut through the precious moment like a knife through flesh. The Chancellor stood in the doorway with his usual stoic and cold expression on his face. You didn't like him. From the very beginning. He had something that you couldn't entirely pinpoint. Something twisted, dark and evil.

"Father, look." Daniel's excitement and the new father feelings coursing through his veins were not hard to detect. "Look at her. My precious-" "Yes, wonderful," his father said without as much as looking at his granddaughter. "I'd like to have a word with the lady in the room." The Chancellor's eyes met the ones of his son. "Alone."

"You're clouding his judgment - and I cannot tolerate that. The only reason I allowed you to stay - allowed you to live underneath our rooftop is that little girl you just gave birth to." You frowned; not quite understanding. "Ella? Why? What do you want from her?" He looked at you. His cold eyes literally bore into your very soul. They held nothing kind. Nothing gentle. They were so much different than Daniel's eyes. "For her to fulfill her destiny once she is old enough." You swallowed again. Fear for your child flooded your veins; motherly instincts screaming at you. "W-What does that mean? You're not gonna hurt her, are you? Daniel and I won't allow that to-" "Spare me off your words, woman. This is not your concern. You don't belong here. This isn't your family. It's mine." He took a threatening step closer to the bed you were laying in. "This is how it's going to go... One. You're going leave as soon as you're able to stand on your own two feet and never come back. No contact. Not even a text message or a call. I will know, trust me. Or two, I'm going to kill you and Daniel to raise Ella by myself. The choice is yours."

Once the door fell quietly into its hinges, you looked up to face your 'father-in-law'. "What can I do for you, Chancellor?" You asked politely; still trying to earn your place.

The older man crossed his arms behind his back and started to pace the room - almost in a threatening manner. "I won't beat about the bush and get straight to the point. I don't accept you. I never have. You're like a parasite; infiltrating this cult - this way of living, and especially my son's perception," he stated and gave you a cold glare which sent a shiver down your weak and tired body. You swallowed. Hard.

You shook your head in disgust. "You sick fuck. You-" "Ah," the man opposite you lifted a finger; chiding. "Careful with your words or I might change the conditions of your options." You gritted your teeth as pure hatred and anger flooded your veins. You wanted to scream and cry simultaneously. The urge to put a bullet into his head growing with each passing second. But the worst of it was the feeling of utter helplessness. You were powerless. You had no choice but to bend to his will. You were alright with sacrificing your life for your daughter, but you couldn't bear seeing the man you love die. You just couldn't. Leaving was the more painful option. Your heart bled just thinking of it - but again, you knew your fate was sealed. You had no choice.

You gasped; chest constricting. His words hit you like a ton of bricks. You felt like you couldn't breathe. The world collapsed around you. You couldn't believe what your ears just heard. Leave? Killing you and Daniel? It felt like you had fallen into a nightmare.

"K-Kill Daniel? You... You'd be willing to kill your own son if I don't..." The Chancellor laughed right into your face. "Oh, sweetheart... I lost Daniel already a long time ago. He's long dead to me. Daniel is too effeminate. He's got a way too big heart. Killing him would be only a means to an end. But Ella... Ella is a blank sheet. I can form her how I need her to be."

"I..." You started; voice cracking. "I'll leave." The Chancellor smiled. A smug, dirty smile you wished for nothing more than to wipe it off his face. "I reckon you would decide on that, Ms. Y/L/N." His smile vanished as fast as it came, replaced by a hard glare. "One week. And not a word to Daniel. I think you know what happens if you tell him our dirty little secret." With those words he turned on his heels and exited the room.

You release a shaky breath you didn't know you were holding; tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You wanted to cry - but you couldn't. Daniel entered the room again only mere seconds later with a crying baby in tow. You had to quickly get your shit together and put on a believable mask; knowing what was on the line. So, you put on a smile as he crossed the room to sit down on the bed beside you with Ella. "Sounds like someone's hungry." The man nodded, but tried his best to soothe the newborn; rocking her gently. "Don't cry, sweetie. Your mommy just needs a moment to get ready. She's new to all this, you know?"

"What did he want from you?" Daniel spoke up. His soft blue eyes were directed on you. You shook your head; quickly dismissing him. "He just wanted to make sure that I am truly committed to the cult now that we have a daughter."

Your heart ached just as much in love as it ached in pain, watching Daniel interact with your daughter. You just knew he was going to be a great father. You knew he was going to give her all she needed and wanted. And he was going to keep her safe. That was the only thing that made the role you were forced to play a tiny bit easier.

Once your chest was exposed to the pleasantly warm air of the room, your partner handed you the baby girl over. You placed her with a little bit of struggling against you to nurse her. Ella's instincts worked perfectly fine. Her tiny mouth found its destination within seconds and she started to latch on your breast.

Please take the bait. Please take the bait. Please take the bait.

He gave you a nod, "I see." and cautiously reached out to smooth a loose strand of hair out of your face, before his knuckles grazed your cheeks in a soft manner. "Well, I hope he didn't go to hard on you?" You shook your head and gave him the best fake smile you could muster. "No, no, he didn't. All good." You turned your head to kiss the tips of his fingers in reassurance. "Good."

The room went silent. Nothing could be heard besides Ella's airy gulps as she nursed. Daniel just continued to sit there; watching over you and his daughter. When she was done feeding and had been burped, he took her back into his arms and stood up to place the now drowsy and absolutely milk drunk infant in the crib right at the foot end of the bed. It was late, you birthed a baby today and all participants could use a good portion sleep.

So, after dimming the lights, Daniel took off his sleep pants and slipped into bed beside you. His arms instantly wrapped around you and pulled you against his warm, inviting body. You adjusted to his hold; letting him spoon you with your chest pressed against your back. His head dipped into the curve of your neck to pepper the sensitive skin with tiny kisses. "I love you, beautiful - and I can't thank you enough for gifting me fatherhood and this precious little girl." You snuggled further against his strong frame. "I love you, too," you whispered into the dimly lit room; a silent tear rolling down your cheek.

But you had to.

Precisely five days later, in that night, you were finally physically - certainly not mentally strong enough to fulfill your part of the deal the Chancellor forced you into. Your heart yearned to spend some more time with Ella and Daniel. Yearned to share more moments and memories with them, but time was running against you. The seven day mark set by that monster which was your 'father-in-law' almost reached.

With silent tears streaming down your face, you packed the few things you possessed in a bag, before you got the letter you wrote over the last few days out of the drawer in your nightstand; placing the neatly folded piece of paper on Daniel's nightstand. Your fingertips lingered on the letter; not wanting to let go.

So, you forced your legs to step back and leave - but not without looking at the two people you loved more than life itself for a last time. That night, you wanted the lights to be dimmed - not out - on purpose. You wanted Ella to sleep in the gap between you and Daniel - on purpose. Being a last time close to them. And now, as you were about to leave, being a last time able to watch them. Both fast asleep. The blanket was draped over Daniel's legs and hips; bare chest rising and falling steadily as he slept. He was laying on his side. A few wild curls of chocolate brown hair had fallen into his peaceful looking face. He had one hand - the one with the ring on his finger - protectively draped over his daughter's tiny body. She was sleeping like a rock as well, looking all cute in that slightly too big romper her daddy had bought her.

You heart shattered.

Quickly wiping off the tears on your cheeks, you knew you had to leave now - or you were going to never do it. Which would bring consequences you couldn't bear to carry. Neither for Daniel nor for Ella. You would never forgive yourself if you were the reason her father got taken away from her. It was already enough that you'd never get to see her grow up.

Inhaling a deep, shaky breath, you squeezed your eyes shut, turned around and left. As the door to the chalet fell quietly into its hinges and you stepped into the tranquil, starry night, you knew it was going to be forever.

Your head knew it. The problem was that your heart couldn't take it.

You sneaked out of Hallstatt without being noticed; your skills as a professional killer coming in handy. Your heart was heavy as you gazed out of the tiny window in the plane; the rain drumming against the glass. The weather was quite fitting your mood. You sighed; were only able to think about the wonderful life you had just left behind against your will. Your motherly instincts - still fresh and new, called out for your baby. Just like your heart longed for Daniel - and yet you were powerless. The only option was to flee and probably keep a low profile for quite some time. So, you fled; returned to the only home you've ever known. New York and the Ruska Roma...

"You're back." "Da, mama." The Director scoffed. "Mama? Can I really still call you my daughter? You just left. Vanished. From one day to the next. And now, almost a year later you return as if nothing happened." You sighed and swallowed hard. You knew exactly that your next words had to be chosen wisely. "Mne zhal'. (I'm sorry.) I... I chased after a man. After the ridiculous vision of a normal life. It was foolish... Stupid..." You shook your head and tried very hard to suppress your tears. "Only wishful thinking. Empty promises. Nothing more." The Director eyed you for a long moment. "Look at me." You did. She saw the tears in your eyes. The pain. Then she started to nod. "I see. Pain makes you stronger, Y/N. So does loss. Dobro pozhalovat' domoy, dochka. (Welcome back home, daughter.)"

While you successfully regained your place in your family, Daniel found your letter thousands of miles away from you - on his nightstand where you had left the piece of paper...

The angry cries of Ella ripped Daniel out of his rather peaceful sleep. He shot up in bed - groaning mere seconds later and running a hand over his face. "Y/N?" He called out your name in a rough, groggy voice. You didn't answer him, so he tried again. Same result. The man rubbed the remaining sleep from his eyes, before he blinked and looked around; scanning the room. You weren't there. Frowning, Daniel pushed the blanket aside and sat up; seeing his tiny daughter wriggling around like crazy in the gap between the mattresses. She must be very hungry.

"Shhh," he whispered and reached out one big hand to gently lay it on top of her tummy. "Daddy's got you, yeah? I'll search for your mommy and we get you some milk to eat. How does that sound, huh?" The baby's cries didn't falter, and Daniel sighed. "Alright, come 'ere, baby girl. We search together," he said and turned his body around to pick her up and lift her against his bare chest. The little girl continued to fuss loudly, but at least the wriggling stopped once she felt the comforting body heat of her father. "C'mon." Daniel stood up and wanted to start his search throughout the chalet, when his gaze coincidentally landed on his bedside table. The piece of paper with his name scribbled beautifully on it caught his attention. The frown on his forehead deepened. Cautiously - almost hesitant, he reached out his hand to grab the letter. As if afraid the paper could burn him.

He took it in his free hand while cradling Ella with the other; gently bouncing the newborn. It was quite the task to unfold the letter with just one hand, but he somehow managed.

Daniel. When you read this I am already gone. Far away from Austria. From Hallstatt - from you and Ella. I've been thinking about this for a long time. Replayed it over and over in my head. It wasn't an easy decision, but... I can't do this. I can't raise a child. Not in this world. It does not change the feelings I hold deep down in my heart for you and Ella. I love you. Both of you. Always remember that. Please.

I know you want to look for me; search every corner of the world. Please don't. I beg of you. Don't come looking. I cannot be found. I shouldn't be found. Your trust in me is most likely shattered by now as I reach the end of this letter, so trust at least my words.

You're a wonderful father. I knew it from the first time you looked at Ella. She'll be safe with you. Loved. Protected. Cared for. Please give her the life she deserves.

In love, Y/N.

Daniel's heart shattered into a million pieces; his entire world collapsing around him. He didn't know if he wanted to cry or punch a hole in the wall. His fingers clenched into a fist; breath getting labored. The feelings and emotions ran absolutely wild inside him. He couldn't believe this; wanted nothing more than to wake up from this nightmare. How could he be so wrong about you?

His jaw clenched; teeth gritted. He truly was about to slam a fist against the wall - but then he felt it. A tiny hand touching his chest. Shockingly, Daniel had to admit that he totally forgot about the whining baby on his arm. Until now. His gaze dropped, witnessed how wide, innocent eyes looked up at him; reddened from all the crying. It was enough to instantly shift his mood. And he knew. He knew that all he had to be right now, was a father.

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