#Daryl Dixon Fan Fiction

[dixons-sunshine]

Secrets | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

A/N: There are no reader descriptions! Reader can be Dale’s adoptive daughter.

Over the course of the few months that the apocalypse had been in full swing, you had heard the phrase ‘I’d rather get eaten by a walker’ too many times to keep track of. You had not been inclined to use said phrase due to the fact that it had not been needed to be said.

Up until now. You would much rather become food for the dead than have to live through your current predicament.

Despite your more than grown age, your dad still had a tendency to meddle in your love life. It seemed as if though nobody would ever be enough for his baby girl. And by the situation he had found his baby girl in, you were surprised he did not have a heart attack on the spot. No father ever wanted to see his daughter in the midst of a deep, heavy make out session with their boyfriend, especially not if their daughter was keeping the relationship a secret, so the father did not even know about it.

Admittedly, your dad finding out about your relatively recent relationship with the crossbow-wielding archer had not been ideal at all. You knew he would find out eventually, but you figured you would be the one to tell him, not that he would just walk into your tent on the Greene’s property and find you on the huntsman’s lap, with Daryl’s tongue shoved deeply into your mouth as his hands trailed up and down underneath your shirt.

Dale Horvath was a good man with good morals and principles, but you were worried that all of that could potentially fly out the window in favour of murdering the younger Dixon brother.

You picked at your nails as you anxiously awaited for your dad and partner to emerge from the solitude of the beloved RV. Dale had sternly told Daryl that the two of them needed to talk—after he chewed you out for keeping the relationship a secret in the first place—and they had disappeared into the mobile home. That had been a good ten minutes ago, and you were beginning to think that Daryl was indeed dead, and your dad was only trying to think of a way to sneak the body out without anybody seeing him.

As if hearing the inner turmoil in your head, Daryl finally reemerged from the RV, a neutral expression on his face. His eyes locked on yours and he began making his way over to where you sat on one of the chairs in the campsite, fiddling with what appeared to be a box in his large hands.

“You’re alive,” you voiced through a sigh of relief. “I was beginning to think he would murder you.”

Unwillingly, a small chuckle left the archer’s mouth. “Felt like it at times. Honestly, I would’a preferred kickin’ the bucket over that awkward as fuck conversation. But I survived.”

“You survived.” You got up from the chair and walked forward to embrace your partner, but stopped when you noticed your dad watching the two of you from the doorway of the RV. “So how’d it go?”

Daryl shrugged. “As well as can be expected. Got the usual talk.”

“The usual talk?”

“Y’know, threats’a bein’ murdered if I ever broke yer heart, that he’ll cut my balls off if I ever so much as think of another woman. Oh, and to ‘be safe’.” For added emphasis, he lifted the box he had been shielding from your view with his large hands, showing you the clear-as-day logo of a well-known condom brand. “Said he ain’t ready to be a grandpa yet.”

“Oh my god,” you muttered and shook your head, trying your best to keep your embarrassment at bay. “Why does he even have a box of those?”

Daryl knew that was a rhetorical question, but he provided you with an answer regardless. “Apparently, s’one of Glenn’s boxes, but yer ol’ man reckoned we needed it more.”

You ducked your head in embarrassment. “I’m sorry about him. He��”

“S’fine,” he waved you off with a small, lopsided smile. “Ain’t nothin’ I couldn’t handle.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. “Okay.”

A few beats of awkward silence passed. Daryl cleared his throat and looked down at the box of condoms in his hands. “So… should I put this away for future use or are we puttin’ one’a these suckers to use right now?” he asked jokingly, attempting to lighten the mood.

That made you laugh. You shook your head with a radiant smile. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“M’choosin’ to see that as a compliment.”

[holdmytesseract]

... what the future holds ...

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: One look at Maggie's ultrasound picture is enough to question your future - and Daryl's...

Warnings: fluff, suggestive smut (it gets really spicy), talks of babies

Set in Season 6!

Word Count: 1,4k

a/n: Lil' story is done! This was planned to be a drabble, but well... 😆 I love how it turned out, though!

Right up your alley, @dixons-sunshine ? 🤗

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The van jolted softly underneath your body, as you leaned against Daryl, who was sitting beside you; head resting against his shoulder. You were on the verge of sleeping in, when he suddenly gently squeezed your upper arm with the hand he had wrapped around your shoulders. Tiredly, you lifted your head and looked up to him; blinking. Daryl didn't say a word and just nodded at his hand, who held out a little quadratic picture to you.

Sitting up a bit, you took from Daryl's whatever it was he was handing you. Since you had been on the threshold to dreamland, your brain needed a moment to catch up and grasp what you were looking at...

It was an ultrasound picture.

Lifting your gaze, you were met with a smile from Glenn, who sat opposite you. You couldn't help but to smile back at your friend, before you took another proper look at the picture - at the future. You positively couldn't wait for another wonder after Judith to join the big family everybody had grown into. Sure, the world was dangerous, but had it ever not been dangerous? Of course in different kinds of ways, but nevertheless...

You ran your thumb over the picture; so engrossed in the miracle you were looking at, that you didn't notice Daryl watching you. He saw the never-ceasing smile on your lips. The happiness radiating off of you. The shimmer in your eyes - and perhaps, the archer had detected something else... Longing. Something that threw him quite a bit off track and caused his heartbeat to quicken.

You took a last look on the precious, life-changing picture and handed it on to Abraham, who took it from you with a small smile himself. Then you slid back into Daryl's embrace; resting you head against his shoulder once more. This time, though, you were facing him with a smile. One corner of your boyfriend's mouth twitched up into a soft smile as well.

Words were never exchanged. He just gave you another squeeze and pulled you closer.

The first word you spoke with each other was that night after the meeting Rick had convened. It was already quite late; almost midnight.

You were laying in bed and reading a book; secretly watching Daryl undress. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped out of his shoes and jeans with a grunt - and you noticed immediately that the feeling you already harboured in the church was resurfacing... Something was on his mind. You just couldn't pinpoint what it was – yet...

Once undressed to his black underpants, he slipped inside the bed and underneath the sheets; making himself comfortable beside you on his back, hands crossed behind his head and eyes directed at the ceiling.

You watched him for another moment in silence, before you decided to make your move. Putting the book aside, you slowly inched closer and placed a hand on his cheek; letting his scruff tickle your palm, as you propped your chin up on his biceps. "Daryl... What's bothering you, huh? Tell me." "Nothin'. 'S jus'..." The archer shook his head slightly, before his blue-grey eyes settled on yours. "I... I saw the way yer were lookin' at tha' picture..."

You frowned a little bewildered. "You mean Maggie's ultrasound picture?" Daryl nodded; chewing on his lower lip. You raised an eyebrow and smiled softly. "Why? How was I looking at the picture?" You saw the love of your life swallowing hard; trying to scrape all his bravery together and say the word out loud.

"Longingly. Ya looked at tha' picture longingly, 'n..." He stopped to take a deep breath. "N now I ain't gettin' that damn thought outta ma head." "Which thought?" You asked as you gazed deeply into his eyes; trying to read him.

"Tha'... Tha' yer might, uh, wan' this, too..." The archer finally said; gnawing on his thumb now. "I-I mean settlin' down, 'n, uh... Start a family..." His voice was barely above a whisper and his cheeks held a deep crimson colour. He avoided your eyes; breaking eye contact.

As for you, you felt like your heart had just skipped several beats. Not just one... "Wha'?" You almost croaked out. "Y-You mean... Having a-a baby?" Daryl nodded hesitatingly. "Yeah, uh, would ya... Would ya wan' tha'?" "Would you?" You shot immediately back; not answering his question.

Once again was the man biting his lip; the gears in his head turning - you could tell. After a long moment of silence, he shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Dunno, darlin'. I... 'M not exactly daddy material, ya know. 'S not in ma nature. Didn't have a good role model after all..." "I have to stop you right here, Dar..." You shook your head and moved to prop yourself up on your elbow; palm gliding from Daryl's cheek, down his neck and stopping on his chest. "You haven't noticed, have you?"

The archer blinked; clearly not following your words. "Notice wha'?"

A soft smile spread over your face. "How good you are with Judith. How sweet and caring. You're perfect daddy material, Dar... In my opinion anyways."

Daryl said nothing, was apparently speechless. He just looked at you for an seemingly endless moment, before he found his voice again. "Ya never answered ma question, Y/N..." He whispered. "Would ya wan' tha'?" Your eyelids fluttered as a blush crept on your cheeks. "I-I... Yes. I always... wanted kids." Your boyfriend swallowed hard; deft, calloused fingers scratching his goatee covered chin. "A'right, lemme rephrase tha'..." He said and took a deep breath; voice trembling slightly. "Would ya... Would ya wan' tha' with... with me?"

Once again tugged a smile at the corners of your mouth; your eyes gazing deeply into Daryl's as your fingertips gently caressed the skin on his chest. "Daryl... I wouldn't want that with any other man in this world. Only you. There has always been only you." "Yeah?" Daryl croaked out. "Ya ain't jus' sayin' that so I dun feel bad?" You couldn't help but giggle and shake your head again. "No, you sweet idiot. I'm not. I really would want that with you. I love you, Daryl."

The archer lifted a hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear; the other landing on your hip. "Yeah, I love ya, too." You smiled and dipped your head to slot your lips perfectly against his; kissing him leisurely. Only a few seconds passed, before Daryl's other hand travelled to your hips as well; biceps bulging softly as he pulled you closer, until you ended up on top of him. Both bare legs straddling his sides and lips still connected.

Soon enough started Daryl's hands to wander once more and slipped underneath your sleep t-shirt; feeling your soft skin underneath his palms - and that was the moment you pulled back from the kiss, before this went any further.

The archer's hands immediately stilled on your ribs; mere inches away from the swell of your breasts as you silently stopped this. Blue-grey eyes looked up at you; clouded with desire, love, worry and a touch of insecurity. "Everythin' a'righ', darlin'?" Daryl's husky voice urged to your ears. You nodded and twisted your bottom lip between your teeth, as you sat back on your heels - and Daryl's crotch, which caused a low grunt to escape his lips, alongside a muttered curse. "Damnit, woman..." "You never answered my question either, Dar," you prompted; completely ignoring the obvious and instead tracing the tattoos on his chest with the tip of your pointer finger. "Would you want to start a family? With me?"

The man underneath you clearly had a hard time focusing and setting his thoughts straight, but once he did, another soft blush spread across his cheeks. "W-Well, if, uh, if tha's somethin' ya wish for, I-" You shook your head and pressed your pointer finger against his lips; shushing him. "Uh.Uh. I asked what you want. This isn't just about me."

Daryl just looked at you again, then started to nod softly. "I won't lie to ya, darlin'... The mere thought of becomin' a daddy scares the shit outta me, but... Yeah... Yeah, I can imagine startin' a family with ya." "You sure about that, Dar? You don't just say that to please me?" You teased him, just like he did earlier. The archer just scoffed. "Nah. I mean it." You couldn't help but giggle and lean down to kiss his nose - what interpreted the archer as an invitation to catch your lips with his.

Daryl smiled; fingertips starting to map out the dips and curves of you body once again. When he reached the back of your bare calves, he stopped and gently nudged his nose against yours; breaking the kiss you shared. "Does tha' mean we, uh, start tryin' for a baby now?" You shrugged your shoulders and gave his sides a little squeeze with your legs. "You tell me."

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[buckyslittlegirl]

See you in the next life

Daryl Dixon x reader

Warnings: ANGST!!! Death, reader gets bitten, fighting, mutual feelings, very sad shit

You groan in frustration and turn in your heal leaving the make shift camp you and Daryl had made.

“Where’d you think you’re goin” Daryl grumpily called out

“I need some space I’ll be back in 30” you replied sharply.

The fight was stupid you can’t even remember how it started. You and Daryl obviously like each other, anyone can see that but Daryl is scared, scared to love. It’s a new feeling to him and he doesn’t want to get attached, I’m these days love causes more pain.

You walk to the little river near camp and sit on the bay, throwing pebbles into the cold water the action slightly calming your frustration.

As you sat by the river, throwing pebbles into the cold water, trying to calm yourself down, you suddenly heard a twig snap behind you. Assuming it was Daryl coming to apologize, you didn't turn around just yet.

"Daryl, leave me alone," you muttered, still upset about the fight.

But instead of Daryl's voice, you heard a guttural growl coming from behind you. Your heart skipped a beat as you slowly turned to see a lone walker stumbling towards you.

Panic surged through you as you realized you were completely alone and unarmed. You frantically searched your surroundings for something to weaponize yourself with.

As the walker drew closer, you grabbed a nearby rock, your hands trembling with fear. You could hear its groans and the stench of decay filled the air.

In a panic you hurled the rock at the walker, but it only stumbled backward, unfazed. It continued its slow, hungry shuffle towards you.

With no other options, you started backing away, your eyes darting around for any form of escape. But the riverbank behind you was steep, with high slippery slopes on either side, preventing any chances of climbing out.

Suddenly, the walker gained speed, closing the distance between you.

You stumbled, falling back onto the damp ground, your heart racing as the walker lunged at you. You desperately tried to scramble away, but your foot was caught in a tangled root, trapping you in place.

The walker's boney hand clamped tightly around your ankle, and its rancid breath seemed to be inches away. You kicked and thrashed, trying to break free from its grip, crying out for help but you know Daryl wouldn’t be able to hear.

Your body was in so much pain from the fall you can’t even identify what the sources of it are.

Finally you free your ankle and kick the walkers rotten head in, and stand back up trying to breathe steady. Now the adrenaline has worn off the pain is setting in, you can feel the cold air against what feels like an open wound on your ankle and you close your eyes praying it’s just a cut from the branches.

You slowly kneel down to examine your ankle, and a wave of horror washes over you as you see the vicious bite mark on your flesh. It was a clear indication of the danger you were in.

As the realization of being infected sinks in, your heart sinks further. "No, no, no," you mutter, unable to believe it was happening to you.

As you stumbled back towards the camp, calling Daryl's name with a trembling voice, your head was spinning with a million thoughts. You tried to rationalize the situation, hoping it was just a horrible dream.

The camp soon appeared in sight, and you saw Daryl sitting by the campfire, his head in his hands. He looked up at the sound of your voice.

"What the hell happened to you?” Daryl exclaimed, jumping up from his spot by the fire, his eyes widening as he noticed your limping form. He rushed over to you, concern etched on his face.

“Are you alright?” he asks, noticing the tear streaks on your cheeks. He reached out to touch your face, but you flinched away from his touch.

"D-don't touch me," you whimper, feeling the mix of shame and fear washing over you. Daryl, sensing something was wrong, took a step back.

"What happened out there?" he asked again, his voice laced with worry.

You close your eyes. None of this would have happened if you just kept your feeling to yourself you say over and over in your head.

Daryl's eyes narrowed slightly, realizing that something more was wrong than just a simple injury. He took a step closer, his voice gentle but firm.

"Tell me what happened," he repeated, his concern growing with every passing second.

You open your eyes and look into his

“Im sorry”

Daryl's expression softened slightly as he saw the look in your teary eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but you beat him to it.

"I...I'm infected," you choked out, the words barely escaping your trembling lips. Daryl's face froze for a moment, his eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

"What?" he breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Don't bullshit me," he said more urgently, desperation creeping into his tone. "You're not infected."

Struggling to stand still you know you don’t have long.

Daryl cursed under his breath, his face twisting in frustration and despair. He quickly scooped you up into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest.

"You can't be infected," he repeated, more to himself than to you, as he carried you over to the campfire and rested you on the ground.

“Daryl” you say softly trying to snap him out of his panic

Daryl looked down at you, his eyes wide with fear and denial.

"This can't be happening," he muttered, his voice shaking as he kneeled next to you, holding your hand tightly.

“Daryl” you repeat this time louder.

Daryl snapped out of his inner panic, his gaze locked on yours.

"What?" he said, his voice filled with desperation, as if he was willing you to say something, anything that would make this nightmare go away.

You smile and reach a weak arm up to stroke his face “at least give me that kiss you’ve been holding back before I go” you smile sadly.

Daryl's gaze softened, his expression filled with a mixture of sadness and regret. He leaned down, his hand cupping your cheek gently.

"Don't talk like that," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

He hesitated for just a moment before his lips brushed against yours in a gentle, bittersweet kiss.

Daryl held the kiss for a few seconds, savoring the bittersweet moment.

He pulled away reluctantly, his eyes searching your face, as if memorizing your every feature. "You idiot," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

You laugh dryly “and all it took was a bite for you to finally give in and kiss me”

Daryl let out a small chuckle, but it was tinged with sorrow. He knew that this moment would soon be torn away from both of you.

"Yeah, maybe I am an idiot," he said softly, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of your hand. "I shoulda done it a lot sooner."

“Oh you definitely are Dixon” you smile “but I understand why you held back, why you kept trying to convince yourself you felt nothing towards me even though everyone can see through that” you chuckle.

Daryl grimaces slightly, knowing you hit the nail on the head. It was true that he had been trying his best to suppress the feelings he had for you, afraid of getting too attached in these dangerous times.

He looks down at your hand in his, a silent admission of his true fears and emotions.

Your gaze softens slightly “hey, this isn’t your fault alright?”

Daryl swallows hard, his eyes still avoiding yours. He knew deep down that you were right, but the guilt was eating away at him.

"I should have been with you," he muttered under his breath. "I never should have let you go out there alone."

“You and I both know I wouldn’t have let you follow me” you laugh coughing slightly. You know there isn’t long but in this moment you feel awfully at peace

Daryl scoffs, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He knew all too well how stubborn you could be.

"Yeah, you're right. You're as stubborn as a mule," he teases gently, trying to hide the pain in his eyes.

“Hey, if it’s any help, I’m not in any pain right now. I’m - I’m weirdly at peace” you half smiling squeezing his hand slighty

Daryl's eyes flicker with a mix of sadness and relief. He squeezed your hand back, his thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles.

"That does help a little," he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it doesn't change the fact that I'm losing you, and there's nothing I can do to stop it."

“We will meet again Dixon. Who knows maybe you’ll get a second chance” you chuckle.

The moment is bittersweet, all pent up feelings now out in the open, just not at the right time

Daryl's grip on your hand tightens, his eyes never leaving your face. He wanted to tell you so much, apologize for all the times he pushed you away, promise that this wouldn't happen to you.

Instead, he just stayed silent, holding your gaze, silently wishing for more time.

Feeling cold sweats shake your body you know it’s time to leave this harsh world.

“Hey Dixon, promise you’ll be okay?”

Daryl's jaw clenches for a moment as he tries to hold back his tears. But he takes a deep breath and nods slowly.

"I promise," he mutters, his voice gruff with emotion. "I'll be okay, but it's gonna be the worst goddamned time of my life without you."

“Couldn’t imagine continuing without someone as awesome as me” you try laughing but cough dryly instead

Daryl's lips quirk up into a sad smile. Your attempt to lighten the mood with humor is both heartbreaking and endearing.

"Ain't that the truth," he agrees, his voice soft. "I won't know what the hell I'm supposed to do without your annoying ass around."

I smile and look into has shiny eyes

“See you in the next life Dixon”.

Closing your eyes your breaths become short and shallow and the hand in Daryl’s is now limp.

Daryl watches as your breaths become shallower and your hand goes limp in his. His heart sinks into his stomach as the reality of your passing sinks in.

"See you in the next life sweetheart," he whispered hoarsely, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

He grabs he’s hunting knife and pulls your body close giving you a final goodbye kiss on your head. He closes his eyes and puts the blade to your skull sinking it in. He lets out a cry and he pulls the blade back out. He couldn’t let you turn into one of those things.

Daryl sits there, your body in his arms, the weight of your loss crashing down on him. He buries his face in your hair, tears streaming down his face as his body shakes with silent sobs.

He knew this moment would come, but nothing could have prepared him for the crushing grief. He holds you tightly, the memory of your words echoing in his mind. "See you in the next life Dixon”.

[bartxnhood]

back to me | d.d

gif not mine

daryl dixon x fem!reader

summary: after the fall of the prison, you begin looking for your family again. especially, daryl. the one you loved most.

warnings: typical twd violence, blood, wounds, choking, etc.

a/n: this is just a small blurb i came up with while rewatching twd, so enjoy !! feedback is appreciated

not proofread

requests open

Copyright © 2023 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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you held judith in your arms, hushing her cries the small cabin fell silent as martin wrapped his arms around your neck, gradually tightening his grip. “back off!” martin yelled. tyreese started, “please. please.” he held his hands up after giving up his weapons. walkers surrounded the cabin, banging on the windows and door. judith’s screams and cries causing chaos.

“go outside.” martin continued, each second tyreese wasn’t cooperating, his grip around your throat was tightening. “go outside!” he yelled again. tyreese looked at you, “go” you gasped.

finally, he stepped back opening the wooden door and disappearing with the walkers. you close your eyes letting the tears stain your cheeks, as you heard the struggle.

martin finally released, hurrying over to the knife your friend dropped and cut off the restraint. “cynthia, do you copy?” he held the radio, but nothing was coming through. the loud noises finally ceased, and judith finally calmed down after your endless cooes and shushes.

he walked over to the door, holding his knife. ready to face whatever was beyond the door. then, busting the door down tyreese appeared and grabbed martin, talking him to the ground. you couldn’t face the scene unraveling in front of you. you scurried into the corner with your eyes closed, and judith to your chest.

when it was over, tyreese stood up and it fell silent. you opened your eyes, meeting with your friend.

tyreese helped you up, holding your side for support. you still clinging onto judith. “you okay?” he huffed, you nodded wiping the tears from your cheeks. “thanks, ty.” he nodded and began to lead you out of the cabin into the light.

“carol should be back soon, for now, it’s jus a waitin game” he held your side, comforting you the best he could.

so, that’s exactly what the two of you did. and it wasn’t very long before you saw the figures of your group approaching, carol leading them.

you saw rick first, who immediately saw his baby. alongside carl they came running and scooped the child in their arms, then hugged you softly. “thank you.” when he pulled away, your eyes began searching for daryl.

his eyes met with yours, he hurriedly ran to you. “oh god” you cried, holding him tightly. you were safe, in his arms. he had been hoping, praying to any god that heard him just to make sure you’d be safe. he held onto that hope, he knew you were strong. he never doubted that. daryl pulled back, looking over your current state. “you okay?”

you nodded, also looking at his injuries. “your face..” he shocked him. “‘m fine. swear.” he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, just wanting to be held. tears brimmed the both of your eyes, his quiet sobs filled the air followed by your sniffles.

later that night, sitting somewhere in the woods, you were accompanied by daryl. you tried your best to clean up his cuts with the little supplies you had, he insisted he was fine. you finally admitted, “i thought i lost you.” daryl watched you, dropping your bag to the forest floor. “nah. never” he reached for you hand, holding you gently.

his hands were coarse, but you missed it. you knew most people would be put off by that, but to you, his touch made you feel at home. daryl stared at you, examining every little detail, afraid of letting you slip through his hands.

he sat up, “yer neck” carefully using his left hand to brush your hair that was sticking to your neck, pointing to the now bruise forming. “what happened?” looking up from your bag, you met with his eyes yet again. “in the cabin” you swallowed, “there was one of the guys from terminus, at first we had him under control but then he..” you sighed, recalling judith’s cries. “he held me and judith hostage, i guess you could say. chokehold.”

fire burned behind daryl’s eyes, the sudden urge to find this guy and rip him to shreds. he stood up but you pulled him back down. “dar” you shook your head. he opened his mouth to say something but he couldn’t. nothing would come out.

“ty took care of it. he saved me.” you shook your head, holding eye contact. “i’m okay, i promise.”

daryl looked away, eyes dancing around on the ground as he chewed his gums trying to find out what to say. your hand rested on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. “it isn’t your fault. you couldn’t have known” he shook his head, finally returning to your gaze. “i shoulda been there”

“you couldn’t have known. it’s okay, i’m okay now, im here and you’re here.” you assured, you cupped his face. “we’re okay” daryl huffed, but you were right. you always here. “m’kay”

you kissed his nose, “okay” you smiled.

[greatfandom]

So I haven’t been around in let’s say, a while.

So I feel as if I should update and some people know why I tend to come and go.

My life is crazy right now, I lost my job in April and haven’t been able to find a replacement no matter how many applications and follow ups I do, everyone is hiring but nobody is actually hiring.

My boyfriend of 7 months moved closer to me and I also fell pregnant so now I’m 10 weeks pregnant with a little girl, with no job and feel like I’m screwing everything up.

As for the activity issues of this account, I have severe ADD and I struggle keeping my interest in certain topics of fan fiction, and because the majority of my followers enjoy TWD, I don’t get a lot of attention on other fan fiction genres that deserve well attention. And as I made this account to give all authors of all types of genres attention and more traffic to their account, it’s disappointing, not to mention I’m basically relying on myself to read everything to give my best judgement because I don’t get actively at all in my inbox for suggestions from others that believe an author deserves more attention.

I’m sorry if this is ranting, and idk if those that follow me are even active anymore but I figured id give an update.

Thank you, bare with me :)

[trashcanband4]

Torn Ch. 10

Masterlist

Pairing: Darylxoc. Eventual DarylxOcxRick. Setting: The Greene farm. Warnings: None that I can think of for this chapter.

The next morning at breakfast, Rick, Lori and Carl sat on a log beside a tree. Rick, watching as Cassie leaned down and picked up a bottle of water from where it sat on the ground beside her folding chair. Daryl sat in a similar chair beside her, eating silently. Cassie handed Daryl the bottle of water and he took a drink before passing it back. Rick watched her take another drink before she capped the bottle and put it back down. The fact that she and Daryl were sharing a water bottle, swapping spit, brought his mind back to what he'd seen in their tent the other night. Cassie's head, thrown back in ecstasy…Daryl’s face in her chest. The thought of the two of them making out so passionately…

Lori noticed Rick zoning out and sat up, placing her hand on the back of his neck. "Hey, where'd you go?" She asked, making him blink out of his thoughts as she kissed his cheek.

"I'm here." Rick answered flatly.

Glenn walked over to stand in the middle of the group. “Uh…guys.” he said, sounding nervous as he tried to get their attention. Some looked at him, wondering why he was once again acting weird. “So…” he said shakily. “The barn’s full of walkers.” and just like that he had their full attention.

“Come again?” Cassie asked with a squint at him when no one else spoke up.

“The barn…it's full of walkers. Hershel’s keeping them in there.” he repeated and all of them got up and headed to the barn.

When they got there, Shane walked over and looked through the crack in the doors that were chained closed. “You can not tell me you’re alright with this.” he said to Rick as he left the barn and walked back over to where they all stood a few feet away from it.

“No, I’m not, but we’re guests here. This isn’t our land.” Rick replied, not taking his eyes off the barn as Shane walked by him.

“God, this is our lives man!” Shane yelled.

“Lower your voice.” Cassie scolded him, hearing the walkers inside getting riled up.

“We can’t just sweep this under the rug.” Andrea spoke up.

“It ain’t right. Not remotely.” T-Dog added.

Shane, pacing, walked back over and looked at Rick. “Okay, we’ve either got to go in there, we’ve gotta make things right or we just gotta go.” he said, pointing his finger at the ground. “Now we have been talking about Fort Benning for a long time.”

“We can’t go.” Rick argued, his hand held out in a calming manner even though his voice was raised.

“Why, Rick? Why?” Shane asked.

“Because my daughter is still out there.” Carol, who was standing next to Rick, across from Shane, spoke up.

“Okay.” Shane scoffed as he raised his hands in a praying manner and put them over his mouth and nose before he dropped them. “Okay, I think it’s time that we all start to just consider the other possibili-”

“Shane!” Rick interrupted him. “We’re not leaving Sophia behind.”

“I’m close to finding this girl.” Daryl said as he walked closer from where he and Cassie stood near Carol. “I just found her damn doll two days ago.”

Shane laughed. “You found her doll, Daryl. That’s what you did. You found a doll.”

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talkin’ about!” Daryl yelled, slinging his arm at Shane angrily.

“Alright, alright.” Rick held out his arm, trying to settle them down.

“Na! I’m just saying what needs to be said here. Now if you get a good lead it’s in the first 48 hours. Anything after that is a-” Shane started

Sad thing was, Cassie knew Shane was right. She knew the chances of finding Sophia alive were slim, but dead or alive she needed to be found.

Daryl didn't miss the fleeting expression on Cassie's face that said she agreed with Shane.

“Shane, Shane stop.” Rick said, trying to shut Shane up but he didn’t stop.

“Let me tell you somethin’ else, Man.” Shane kept tearing into Daryl. “If she was alive out there and saw you comin’ all methed out with your buck knife and geek ears around your neck, she would run in the other direction, man!”

From there, the two men started arguing. Rick tried to stay between them and a few of the other group members closed in, but it was doing no good. Cassie and Lori got between Shane and Rick who was holding back Daryl. Eventually the fight broke up. “Keep your hands off me.” Shane told Lori then looked at Cassie, his eyes telling her that he was talking to her too, as he started to walk off.

Cassie opened her mouth, about to lay into her father.

“Everyone needs to calm down.” Rick said, pushing Cassie behind his back as he put himself between the father and daughter. “I will talk to Hershel and we’ll figure this out.”

“Man, what are you gonna figure out?!” Shane yelled as he took a step closer to Rick. Out of instinct Cassie put herself between Rick and Shane. So did Lori. Shane took a step back.

“If we’re gonna stay, if we’re gonna clear this barn, I have to talk him into it. This is his land.” Rick argued with a point at the barn.

“Hershel sees those things in there as people.” Dale said as he walked over, his hand held out in a calming manner. “Sick people. His wife, his stepson.”

“You knew?” Rick asked as Cassie moved to stand beside him.

“Yesterday, I talked to Hershel.” Dale answered.

“And you waited the night?” Shane asked.

“I thought we could survive another night. We did.” Dale answered Shane then looked at Rick. “I was waiting ‘till this morning to say something, but Glenn wanted to be the one to.”

“Man, it’s crazy, Rick. If Hershel thinks those things are alive or no!” Shane yelled.

The walkers in the barn, drawn to Shane’s yelling, started banging on the door and everyone shut up and backed away.

“I think it's time we move this conversation elsewhere.” Cassie spoke up and they all started dispersing.

TWDTWDTWD

Cassie was sitting on a picnic table, watching Daryl and Carol talking in the stables when Rick walked over and sat down beside her, bumping her shoulder with his to get her attention. "How'd it go with Hershel?"

"Everything I said went in one ear and out of the other. He's not budgin’. He still wants us gone within the week." He sighed, placing his head in his hands with a sigh.

"Did you tell him about Lori?" She asked.

"Yeah." He sighed, pulling his head out of his hands.

"And it didn’t help?" she asked, surprised Hershel still wanted them to leave. For Lori to give birth out there.

“No.” he answered with a shake of his head.

"You tell anyone else that he wants us to leave yet?" She asked, looking at him across her shoulder.

"Just Shane and Lori." He answered. “And I’m not gonna tell the others because we’re not leaving.”

Cassie just sighed and nodded, turning her eyes back to the stables that Carol was now walking out of, wiping her face. Cassie sighed, running her hand through her hair, pushing it back out of her face before she placed her elbow on her knee and rested her cheek in her hand. She looked over at Rick, their eyes meeting, both of them looking tired.

"I told Shane about Lori." Rick said.

"And how'd that go?" She asked.

"He thinks it's his." He answered.

Cassie frowned, picking her head up. "He actually said that to you?"

"He didn't have to." Rick answered.

"Well, he never has been good at keeping his thoughts off his face." She pointed out.

"No he hasn’t." Rick agreed before things fell quiet. After a moment Rick looked at her. "What would you do if you were me?" He asked, looking at her with curious narrowed eyes.

"I'm gonna need you to be more specific." She replied. "’Cause if you're asking what I'd do about the whole Lori, Shane, baby thing I can assure you, you don't wanna know."

Rick chuckled, knowing she didn't care for Shane or Lori. "I was talking about the, Hershel and his barn full of walkers, thing." He replied.

"You don't want my answer to that either." She replied.

"No, I do." He assured her.

"You won't like it." She insisted, getting a sigh and a pointed look from him. "Hypothetically, I'd take a silenced pistol, go to the barn and take out all of those walkers except one."

"Why leave one?" He asked.

"The fact that Hershel sees those things as sick people tells me he doesn't really see them. He hasn't seen a walker take a knife to the gut, a shot to the chest, be completely decapitated and keep chomping. If he had he'd know without a doubt that they are dead. He needs to see it and understand exactly why we can't go back out there." She explained. "He needs to go through the same…right of passage, for a lack of better phrase, that we all did."

"Cassie that's-" Rick said with a shake of his head.

"Screwed up?" She asked. "Harsh? I know." He just stared at her. "I warned you."

"Yeah, you did." He agreed. "And it is harsh, but unfortunately I think you’re right. Not about clearing the barn without his permission, but about Hershel. He won’t stop seeing those things as people until he has to.”

“But is it our responsibility to change him?” she asked with a frown.

“I don’t know.” he answered with a shake of his head as he rested his elbow on his knee and made a fist, pressing his lips against the backs of his fingers.

“We have time to figure it out.” she assured him.

Rick just nodded and things fell quiet for a minute, both of them lost in thought. “Can you promise me something?” Rick asked, picking his head up to look at her.

“Depends, what is it?” she asked.

“Promise me you won’t kill those walkers.” he answered.

"It was strictly a hypothetical." She replied, clearly not wanting to make the promise. He gave her a pointed look. "I promise, I won't kill the walkers…unless I have your permission."

"Thank you." He replied, smirking at her adding a clause into the promise. He opened his mouth to say something else-

"Rick." They heard Hershel's voice behind them so they stood from the bench and turned to see him and Jimmy walking over. "We could use your help with something."

"Alright." Rick agreed with a nod then looked back at Cassie. "We'll go look for Sophia when I get back."

"Alrighty." She agreed.

TWDTWDTWD

She was sitting in the tent, sharpening more arrows out of boredom while waiting for Rick to get done helping Hershel with whatever he was helping him with when Daryl ducked inside and flopped down on his side of the pallet. "You good?" She asked, setting the arrow aside to turn and look at him.

"Yeah. Why?" He asked, tucking his hand behind his head.

"Saw you talking to Carol in the stables earlier. She looked more upset than usual when she left. You looked pissed." she answered.

“She’s given up.” He answered. “Think’s Sophia’s dead, wants me to stop lookin’.”

“Do you think she’s dead?” Cassie asked.

“No. She’s out there somewhere, I know it, we just have to find her.” he answered stubbornly.

Cassie let it drop and went back to sharpening the arrow. “There’s some Cherokee roses out by the pond.” he didn’t say anything. “Just saying.” After a moment he sat up, took the knife out of her hand and tossed it to the other side of the tent. “Hey, I was using that.”

“Not anymore, come ‘ere.” he said as he slipped his hand over the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss that she laughed into. After a few minutes he pulled back, pecked her on the lips one more time then stood up with a grunt. “I’ll be back.” he told her before he ducked out of the tent.

With him gone she sat up and looked out of the unzipped window of the tent, her gaze landing on the barn in the distance. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to know exactly how many walkers were inside, exactly how much danger they were all in. So, making sure her knife was on her hip, she hooked her quiver to her belt loop, grabbed her bow, ducked out of the tent and headed to the barn.

Shane was on watch, leaning on a tractor in front of the barn.. “Hey, what are you doin’?” he asked, seeing her headed to the hay loft ladder.

“I wanna take a look.” she answered, not stopping her pursuit.

Shane rushed over and grabbed her arm, stopping her from climbing the ladder in front of her. “You seriously think I’m gonna let you go up there?” he asked, still holding her bicep.

“Let me?” she asked with an attitude induced raise of her brows.

“Cassie.” he sighed with a cock of his head.

“I just wanna see how many walkers are in there.” she answered as she took her arm out of his grasp.

“Why, you gonna take ‘em out?” he asked with a smirk and a look at the bow that hung off of the strap over her shoulder to rest on her hip. “Because Rick seems to have some magical plan and if you kill the walkers behind his back…” he trailed off and gave her a pointed look. “You don’t wanna piss off Rick now do you?”

“No, I don’t and I’m not gonna kill them.” she answered. “Rick asked me not to.”

“Now, why is it that when I tell you not to do something you ping off in the other direction, but when he tells you not to do something you obey like a good little girl?” he asked with a cock of his head. Cassie just rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I’m serious, Cassie.”

Cassie took in a deep breath then heaved it out. “Let me go up there, see how much danger we’re in, then I’ll answer you. Deal?” she asked

Shane thought about it for a minute. “Fine, but I’m going with you.” he answered.

She climbed up the ladder first and Shane followed as they quietly walked into the barn and looked over the edge of the loft. She counted a little over two dozen walkers. “There’s more than I thought.” she whispered. The whispered words didn’t seem to be heard by the walkers. “I listen to Rick because he doesn’t boss me around.” she whispered. “He doesn’t tell me what to do, he asks. He treats me like a human being. You, on the other hand, treat me like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe. Just like you do everyone else. Well, everyone but Lori.” she added with a crinkle of her nose and a mean look.

“Don’t do that, we ain’t talking about me.” Shane said, annoyed by Cassie’s poking.

Cassie was about to tear her eyes off of the walkers below and leave when one caught her eye. It was little, standing back in a dimly lit corner. Its khaki pants were crinkled and dirty as was the once bright blue shirt with a rainbow on the front of it. Cassie froze, her body becoming rigid and her breath catching in her throat. “No…” she sighed quietly.

When Shane started to walk away, Cassie’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. He stopped, looking at her face to see a look of horror on it, tears silently slipping from her wide eyes, a deep crease between her brows. “What's wrong?”

“...the corner.” Cassie answered numbly, her hand squeezing Shane’s wrist.

Shane looked around the barn, his face falling when he spotted the little girl. “Son of a bitch.” he spat, already getting angry. He tried to storm out of the barn, but Cassie was still holding his wrist. She stumbled a little from the force of him trying to walk away with her still holding him and he turned back to her. That’s when he saw that she was still in shock, her chest heaving up and down in panic. “Hey, hey, hey, look at me Cass.” he said in a shushing voice as he grabbed her face in his hands. The action only brought on a wave of tears. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” he whispered as he pulled her into him, hugging her in an attempt to calm her.

Her body shook in his arms, both with sobs and attempts to push air in and out of her lungs because even though she was breathing it felt as if the oxygen somehow wasn’t sinking in. “Hey,” Shane grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back, looking her in the eyes, “breathe, calm long breaths, in and out.” Cassie nodded and started mimicking his exaggerated breathing. When she had calmed down a bit he brushed her loose waves out of her face awkwardly. “It’ll be okay.”

“No it won’t.” she said quietly with a weak shake of her head as she wiped her face. “Sophia is dead…The world is dead…finding her alive is what everyone has been working toward…it was a beacon of hope…that hope is gone…” she forced the tears to stop falling and pulled the collar of her shirt up, wiping her face before she dropped it. Shane watched as she picked her bow up off her hip, nocked an arrow then pulled the string back and aimed. When she was sure she wouldn’t miss, she let the arrow fly. It hit Sophia right between the eyes, knocking the little girl into the corner of the barn with a thud before she slipped to the ground. She just looked at her for a minute before she finally looked at her father.

Shane placed a hand on his hip and squinted at her. “I know that look.” his face turned cocky as he watched Cassie drop the bow and head for the ladder.

“You should. I inherited it from you.” she popped off, skipping the last few rungs and dropping to her feet. Interested to see exactly who was about to get it and what she was going to do next Shane just followed after her as she headed to the farm house.

Daryl was also headed to the house and immediately noticed how red and tearstained Cassie’s face was. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Daryl asked, stepping in her way to rest his hand on the side of her neck and examine her face. When she didn’t answer, sweeping his hand off her to continue to the house. Daryl looked at Shane. “What’d you do?”

“Daryl, back off.” Cassie snapped as they came to the steps of the house where Maggie, Glenn, T-Dog, Andrea and Carol were already standing around. Cassie looked at Maggie, “Where’s Hershel and Rick?” she asked, her voice hard and cold.

“They’re not back yet. Why?” The young brunette asked, concerned.

“We need to have a little chat.” Cassie answered.

“About what?” Maggie asked.

“The barn and its contents.” Cassie answered, practically spitting out the words.

“He and Rick already discussed that.” Maggie said as Cassie noticed Lori and Carl come outside. “The barn is not to be touched by you or your people.”

Cassie was about to reply when she realized this wasn’t information to just be spat out at Maggie considering the news needed to be broken to Carol and Carl gently. She took in a deep breath and let it out. “Lori, Carol…I need to talk to you, privately, please.” she said, losing the harsh cold tone for a more sad one.

The two women followed Cassie out of earshot of the group. “We‘ve found Sophia.” Cassie told them solemnly.

Carol guessed from the way Cassie was talking that it wasn’t good news. “Where is she?” Carol asked, her eyes wide and wet.

The sight damn near broke Cassie again. “The barn.”

Carol’s jaw dropped as tears began to fall. As did Lori’s, “Oh god.” the latter said as she grabbed Carol and pulled her in for a hug. Lori’s eyes stayed on Cassie.

“I put her down…” Cassie said quietly, more to Lori than Carol.

Lori looked down at Carol, guessing that she would be with Carol for a while. “Will you tell Carl to go in the house and wait for his father?”

“Of course.” Cassie nodded then walked back over to the group as Lori brough Carol to the R.V. Cassie walked over to Carl and placed her hand on his shoulder. “Your mother wants you to go wait for her inside.”

“But-” the little boy started.

Cassie gave him a rare, pointed look that he had only seen from her a few times. So, knowing she was serious he hung his head and went inside. When he was gone she looked over the crowd that was looking at her for answers. Cassie looked at Shane. “Don’t look at me, you started this, finish it.”

Cassie looked at him in confusion. Was that…? Was he proud of her right now? She shook her head and looked at everyone again. “We found Sophia.” she told them all before her eyes landed on Maggie. “She’s in the barn…she was a walker.”

“Was?” Glenn asked, squinting at her in the bright sun.

“I put her down.” Cassie answered, resting her hand on her bow before she looked at Maggie.

“Oh shit.” T said loudly, making everyone look in the same direction he was to see Rick and Hershel coming out of the woods on the other side of the barn with walkers on snare poles.

Shane cursed under his breath as he started sprinting toward them. Cassie as well as the others took off after him. “What the hell are you doin?” Shane yelled when they grew close enough to be heard.

“Shane, just back off!” Rick warned him.

“Are you kidding me?” Shane yelled, walking around Rick and Hershel. “You see? You see what you’re holding on to?”

“I see who I’m holding on to.” Hershel argued.

“Na man, you don’t!” Shane yelled.

“Shane, just let us do this and then we can talk.” Rick reasoned.

“What you wanna talk about, Rick?” Shane yelled. “These people ain't sick!”

Seeing things escalating further and further, Shane yelling, Rick unable to do anything but yell back uselessly, something in Cassie snapped. She ran over to Shane, getting between him and Rick, making sure to stay a safe distance from the walker. “Dad, stop!” he moved to walk around her but she stepped in his way again. Her hands held up as she caught his eyes. “I started this, remember? Let me finish it.”

“Have at it. Maybe he’ll listen to you ‘cause he sure as hell ain't listening to me.” Shane said with a swing of his arm at Rick.

Cassie noticed a few people giving her disbelieving looks as she moved to stand between Rick and Hershel’s path to the barn. Unable to proceed, they stopped. “Beth, Jimmy, please, go inside.” Cassie spoke up. She gave them a chance to go, but they didn’t.

“Cassie, get out of the way.”  Rick told her, making her look at him.

“No, Rick.” she said with a shake of her head, her eyes softening as she looked at him. He gave her a confused glare. “Dad and I, we found Sophia. She’s in the barn…”

It took a moment for the meaning of her words to sink in and she could tell when they did because Rick’s face fell, as if all light had drained out of it. “She took care of it.” Shane spoke up behind her and she wished he hadn’t. Why did he have to phrase it that way? Calling Sophia an it.

“You went into my barn?” Hershel asked, both stunned and pissed..

“I had every right to enter that barn, to see exactly how many walkers were in there.” she defended herself. “To see how much danger you're putting everyone in.”

“You killed a sick little girl.” Hershel said, still pissed.

“I put her body to rest. The little girl we all knew was already gone.” Cassie replied. “You may not want to accept it, but the people in that barn are not sick. They are dead. We have seen scientific proof that everything that made them who they were is gone. I'm sorry to sound so cold, but it's true. You're corralling flesh eating corpses and putting your living family in danger.”

“Cassie.” Rick said, getting her attention. She looked from Hershel to him. “It is our responsibility.” he told her and her eyes narrowed at him. No one else knew what he was talking about. Lori, who’d heard Shane’s yelling and left Carol to see what was going on, found it particularly irking that Cassie and Rick were apparently talking about serious issues together. “I don't see a better time than now. You have my permission.”

Cassie gave him a nod.

Shane, who had been watching the exchange carefully, finally spoke up. “You two have something you wanna share with the group?”

Cassie looked back at her father then at the rest of the people. “There is only one way he’s gonna see the truth.” she answered. “Will someone take the snare pole from Hershel please?” When no one else stepped up, Daryl walked over, setting his gun on the ground nearby before he headed over to Hershel. After a bit of a struggle Daryl finally got the pole from him. “Did you know either of these people?” she asked Hershel.

Hershel didn’t answer. He just stood there, his shoulders squared and fists clenched at his sides. So Rick spoke up. “The woman, Lou, he knew her.”

“Then don’t look at Lou.” she said walking over to stand near him and Daryl moved the walker further away. “Look at the guy.”

“What are you doin?” Hershel asked.

“Proving my point.” she answered.

Hershel looked at Rick. “You need to control your people.”

Cassie looked at Rick. “Hear her out.” Rick told Hershel, not taking his eyes off of Cassie, letting Hershel know he was on Cassie’s side.

She pointed to the male walker. “Look at him, really, truly…look at him. There’s a gaping wound on his neck, it should be bleeding, but it’s not and the blood around it is black…coagulated. If he was just sick, like you insist these people are, that wound would be actively bleeding and the blood would be bright red. You’re a vet, you know this.”

“It’s an old wound.” he argued with a tone that suggested that she was ignorant.

“Okay.” she said before she walked over to the barn and grabbed an ax that was leaning against it. With it, she chopped a slit in the side of the walker's neck. “There, a fresh wound bleeding black blood. Not only that but it didn’t even flinch.” she looked at Hershel to see him still just glaring at her, hatred in his eyes. It was something, but not the look she knew needed to be there. “Look at his skin, it’s color, it’s texture…living people, even sick people, their skin doesn’t look like that.” she held her hand out at it. “He died and he got back up but he did not come back. Not the real him. Keeping them locked in a barn while they slowly deteriorate isn’t only dangerous…it’s inhumane. It’s like keeping a dog with rabies locked in a cage instead of putting it down for the sanity of the dog and people it threatens.”

“Are you done?” Maggie asked from where she stood next to Glenn.

Cassie just looked at Hershel, taking in his still angry eyes. “No.'' She answered then moved to stand beside the male walker. “I really didn't want to do this but you still don't get what we're dealing with here.” She told Hershel then looked back at the walker. With a powerful swing of the sharp ax, the walker's body fell to the ground and its head toppled from the loop of the snare pole. Cassie picked the head up by its dirty hair, showing it to Hershel. “They…are not…alive.” she pointedly spaced out each word. She noticed a change in his face as he watched the severed head snap at them…realization. “Now I'm done.” The blade of her knife silenced the severed head before she tossed it down with the body. When Cassie turned to Daryl she saw him let go of the pole, pull a knife off his hip and take out the walker.

“I understand you have family in there.” Rick spoke up. “But we need to clear this barn. Until we do, none of us are safe. And we need to get Sophia out of there, bury her so Carol can finally get the closure she’s been needing.” He walked over to Cassie, putting his hand on her shoulder, letting her know he would be taking over from there. She moved to stand a few feet away from him. “If you let us, I promise we will do it as gently as possible.” he looked at Hershel, but the man was in shock and didn’t answer. So Rick looked at Patricia, the next oldest in Hershel’s group. She, too, couldn’t answer.

“Do it.” Maggie spoke up. Her voice, weak and shaky.

“Are you sure?” Glenn asked her, placing his hand on the small of her back.

“Yeah, please. Just…put them out of their misery.” her voice broke as tears fell.

“Alright.” Rick nodded. “Cassie, Daryl, how many arrows do you have?”

“Eight or so.” Cassie answered.

“Ten, maybe twelve.” Daryl answered. 

“Okay, get your gear and go up to the loft. Take out what you can from there. After that, meet us back here and we’ll unlock the doors, let them out one at a time if we can and take them down with…other means.” he said then looked around at everyone. “We will not use guns, understand?”

Everyone mumbled their understanding before Cassie headed up to the loft and Daryl left to get his bow. Jimmy, Beth and Patricia headed back to the house. Hershel just stood there, unmoving in shock. So people started working around him.

After Cassie and Daryl took out what walkers they could from the loft they all gathered in front of the barn. Daryl, Rick, Shane and T stood with their backs on the doors, holding them open enough to let just a few through at a time before they shut them. While they held them shut, Cassie, Andrea and Glenn took down the walkers. Lori and Dale drug the bodies to the side while the men let more out. When they no longer felt walkers pressing against the door, fighting to get out, they opened the doors all the way.

Now that the barn was empty they gathered to talk. “How many graves should we dig?” Cassie asked.

“Three, one for Sophia, one for Annette and another for Sean.” Lori answered.

Hershel started to head to his house. Shane noticed and started following him. “We’ve been out. We’ve been combing these woods looking for her and she was in there all along?” Shane asked, walking behind him. Rick took off after them. “You knew.”

“Leave us alone.” Maggie said with Glenn at her side.

“Hey, Shane, just stop, man.” Rick said, grabbing his arm.

“Get your hands off me.” Shane snapped, jerking his arm out of Rick’s grasp as he continued his pursuit of Hershel.

Cassie on the other hand stayed behind, done with her father and the drama that seemed to constantly surround him.

Twdtwdtwd

Cassie, Andrea, T and Shane worked on digging three graves while Lori found big rocks to use as headstones. After a couple of hours, they decided they were deep enough and that it was time to hold the funeral service.

At the service that Carol didn’t attend, no one said anything. They all just stood there, looking down at the mounds of dirt until eventually someone walked off and they dispersed. Cassie tried to go to Daryl, knowing he had more hope of finding Sophia alive than anyone, but when she tried to grab his hand and get his attention he jerked it away. “Don’t!” he snapped and kept on walking. Thinking he just needed space and time to process, she let him go.

When she was done helping load the walkers into trucks, she ducked inside her tent only to see that Daryl’s sleeping bag, weapons and duffle were gone. No trace that he’d ever been there remained. With a confused frown she ducked back out of her tent and went to the Rv, but no one was there. She was headed to the house when she saw Lori walking out. “Hey, have you seen Daryl?”

“No, why?” she asked,

“His stuff’s not in our tent.” she answered.

“Maybe he just went hunting or something.” Lori brushed it off.

“No, all of his stuff is gone. Like he packed up and left.” Cassie pointed out.

“I don’t know what to tell you Cassie.” Lori sighed as if she couldn’t be bothered. “Maybe he decided he didn’t want to be with a carbon copy of Shane.”

“Excuse me?” Cassie asked with a tilt of her head.

“What you did out there today…that was something Shane would have done. Rick should have stopped you.” Lori replied. “Because of you Hershel is going to kick us off this farm.”

“No, Shane would have caused a panic and murdered Maggie and Beth’s mom right in front of them without so much as a hint of sympathy. And Hershel was planning on kicking us off this farm long before the barn became a problem.” Cassie argued. “I did what needed to be done in the most humane way possible given the situation. And if you don’t like that then you can go fuck yourself. Or better yet, go fuck Shane again, you two deserve eachother. The hot headed ass hole and the cheating bitch.”

A split second after Cassie saw pure anger in Lori’s eyes, the woman’s hand collided with the left side of Cassie’s face, making it feel as if her eye was about to pop out of her head. “Mom?” Carl’s voice from the porch behind them made Lori look at him over her shoulder with wide eyes then back at Cassie, who was glaring at her with more hatred in her eyes than she’d ever seen.

“Carl to the rescue.” Cassie said then took a step closer, getting in her face and lowering her voice. “If you ever touch me again you’ll be shitting teeth for weeks.” She walked away, leaving Lori to explain to Carl why she’d just slapped his nanny and friend.

Eventually she found Daryl in a camp he’d made out by the ruins of an old homestead. He was sitting on a log by a fire, skinning a squirrel. So she walked over and sat down beside him. When he never said anything she decided she would have to go first. “I’m sorry.” he didn’t react. “I didn’t know she was going to be in that barn…”

“Just stop.” he said, his voice low and gravelly.

“Stop what?” she asked, not understanding why he was being like this.

“Stop pretending you ever thought we’d find her alive.” he growled as he stood up and looked down at her. “I saw it in your eyes this morning at the barn. You agree with Shane.”

Cassie sighed. “Because he was right, statistically speaking the odds of her being alive were slim. But that doesn’t mean I don’t believe that someone can overcome those odds.” she argued.

“You wanna talk about slim odds?” Daryl yelled at her. “How about the odds of Rick ever leaving his wife for you.” her eyes turned glaring, her face twisted in confusion. “No matter how hard you try to impress him.”

“What?” she asked with a shake of her head. “I didn’t do that to impress him.”

“Bullshit.” Daryl scoffed.”You want him. Shitty part is he wants you too and you know it.” Cassie just stared at him, wide eyed, unable to speak. “But you also know he won’t break up his family for the slut babysitter.” Daryl calling her a slut spread chills through her body a second before tears stung the backs of her eyes. “What you gonna cry, gonna tell me I wasn’t your second choice, that you didn’t settle for me?” he took a step toward her, towering over her, “Huh?! If you love him so much, go beg him to pop your cherry! I'm done!”

She saw red and before she knew it, she’d swiped his legs out from under him, knocking him onto his butt like she’d done to Merle before. “Yeah…I love Rick and yes I wanted him.” she said as she looked down at him. “But I didn't settle for you…I fell in love with you.” A tear slipped from each of her eyes. “And you promised me I wouldn’t lose you.” she pointed at him accusingly.

“Yeah,” Daryl scoffed as he rolled over and got up with a grunt, “promises are made to be broken.” it felt as if someone had shoved a blade deep into her heart and twisted.

“Don’t do this, please.” she begged.

“Don’t do what? Tell it like it is?” he asked, pacing in front of her.

“Don’t push me away just because things are getting hard.” she answered, her voice breaking a little.

“Don’t you get it? I don’t want you!” she stumbled back almost tripping, looking at him with wide red eyes. “So go! Git!”

She bit her lips closed, holding back sobs as she turned and walked away. She went to her tent, but it didn’t feel right anymore, being in a tent that was originally Daryls. So she packed her stuff, left the tent popped up and went out to the barn. She climbed up into the loft and was arranging her things, using the hay bales as tables when she heard someone climbing up the ladder behind her then their footsteps headed her way once they spotted her. “I've been looking for you.” Rick's voice met her ears.

“Well, you found me.” she replied in a sigh not looking back.

“I just wanted to let you know that Beth is in some kind of catatonic state and Hershel's missing.” He said, watching her shoulders deflate. “We think he went to the bar in town. We're gonna go get him.” feeling guilty, knowing him leaving to go on a drinking spree and Beth's shocked state was her fault, she couldn't look at Rick. When she didn't say anything he touched her shoulder. “Hey, this isn't your fault.”

She simply scoffed and bussyed her hands with fixing her sleeping bag on a pile of hay.

“Cassie.” He said her name softly as he sat down beside her and grabbed her hands, stopping her movements. She turned her head in the opposite direction. “Hey.” He tried again then gently used his fingertips on her jaw to turn her head toward him. His eyes landed on the forming bruise on her cheekbone, just under her eye. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” She answered, taking her chin out of his hand, returning to attempting to straighten the sleeping bag even though he was sitting on the edge of it, facing the opposite direction of her.

“Did Daryl hit you?” He asked leaning down to get in her line of view. “Is that why you're up here?”

“No.” She answered. Rick sighed, getting aggravated with her sudden lack of communication skills. She turned and sat down facing him. Her eyes on her hands as she picked at her cuticles. “Daryl didn't hit me. He…broke up with me.” Her eyes watered but she pushed it back. “And after the scene I caused at the barn and the things that Lori said I wasn't feeling like anyone else would want me around either. So I relocated.”

Rick's hand slid over her unbruised cheek and lifted her head. Her eyes met his. “What did she say?”

“I'm a carbon copy of Shane, what I did wasn't right and because of it Hershel wants us gone.” She answered then pointed to her cheek. “This is her handy work.”

“Lori hit you?” He asked, his eyes narrowed at her.

“Yep. But then again I called her a cheating bitch…’n’ said that she and Shane deserve one another.” She replied, making his brows raise. “And now Hershel is missing and Beth is in shock, so in hindsight, I deserve it.”

“Is that why she doesn't have a matching bruise?” Rick asked. “Because you think you deserved it?”

“No.” She answered. “I wanted to hit her back, but I couldn't.”

“You couldn't slap her but you could put an arrow through doctor Jenner's eye?” He asked in disbelief.

“I may be a hot head but I have a conscience. I can't hit a pregnant woman. Besides, Carl was watching.” She answered.

“Carl saw?” he asked with raised brows. Cassie hummed a positive answer. He heaved out a breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. Things fell quiet for a moment before he asked, “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” Cassie asked.

“That her and Shane deserve each other?” he asked, looking at her across his shoulder.

“You don’t want me to answer that.” she said with a shake of her head.

“You’ve been telling me what I do and don’t wanna know a lot lately." He pointed out. "If I didn't wanna know I wouldn't ask." When she still didn't say anything he gave her a look that told her to answer the question.

"I can't answer that question without bad mouthing her. I care about you and she's your wife, I don't wanna talk bad about her around you." She argued.

"Yeah she is my wife," he said looking amused, "but you're a very dear friend and I wanna know your thoughts."

"No you do-" the sharply pointed look he gave her cut her off. "Fine, yes, I meant it. I think Lori should have to sleep in the bed she made."

"She thought I was dead, she was grieving." He defended her. Cassie bit her lips closed, nostrils flaring. "Say it. Whatever you're thinking, say it."

"They disrespected your memory." Cassie said it. "Just a week after you were supposedly gone, Rick, if that. If it was a one time mistake, a moment of weakness, sure whatever, it happens I guess, but it wasn't. Daryl and I stumbled across them in the woods. According to him they'd been going at it like rabbits for days at that point." Rick's shoulders slacked as did his jaw. "While I was crying alone in the woods, grieving you, cursing God for taking you from me, she was screwing Shane. You deserve better."

Things fell silent again as they both stared off into space as he let her words sink in and she tried to come to terms with the fact that she'd just said that to him. Eventually he looked across his shoulder at her. "Why’d Daryl break up with you?" He asked.

"That's a can of worms I'd rather leave sealed." She answered.

Rick sighed, glancing outside. “I need to head out before we lose the light.” He pushed himself up and she followed suit. “But this conversation ain't over.” He gave her a pointed look and she gave him a nod in return.

He started walking away and got as far as the opening of the hayloft before she spoke up. “Rick?” He stopped and turned back to see her walking over to him, stopping with a foot a space between them. “Be safe out there.”

The fear in her eyes, the fear of losing him, caused him to cup her cheek in his hand, gently slipping his thumb over the bruise. “I will.”

“Promise?” She asked.

Rick leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Promise.”

Daryl, who'd been on his way to talk to Cassie, paused when he saw Rick kiss her on the head. With a scoff and a shake of his head he turned and walked away.

Cassie watched from the barn as Glenn and Rick climbed into Carol's car and drove away.

A few hours later she was sitting in the loft, strumming the guitar when the sound of someone climbing the ladder caught her attention and she stopped. With a racing heart she watched the opening only to see Shane's walk in. “Oh, it's just you.” she sighed, her whole demeanor falling as she looked down, letting her hair fall in her face.

“Sorry to disappoint.” He shot back as he walked over and made himself comfortable on the bale of hay to her right.

“What do you want?” She asked, sounding tired.

“I haven't seen you around. Wanted to make sure you're okay.” He answered.

She kept her eyes on her hands. “I'm fine.”

“See, why am I not buying that?” He asked, leaning down in an attempt to get in her line of view, but she kept her head down. “Would you at least look at me?”

“I know what you look like.” She replied matter-of-factly.

“Cassie.” He dead panned. So she looked up at him, her hair slipping out of the way revealed the purple spot on her cheek. His face morphed in the blink of an eye. “What the hell is that?”

“It's not what you think.” She reasoned.

“Son of a bitch, did he hit you!?” He asked, pure rage in his eyes.

“No. Daryl would never hurt me.” She assured him. “Not physically anyway.”

“But he did hurt you.” Shane pointed out. As he grabbed her chin and tilted her face to look at it. “Start talkin’ before I start killin’.”

Cassie heaved out a sigh. “Lori slapped me because I called her a cheating bitch. Daryl hurt me by breaking up with me.”

Shane let go of her face. “Why'd he break up with you?”

“Don't really feel like talking about it.” She answered evasively.

“Alright, just answer me this: Do I need to kick his ass?” He asked, completely serious.

“Na, I already knocked him on it.” She answered, making him smirk. “If I thought he deserved more he would have got it.”

“That's my girl.” He said, tussling her hair like a proud dad. “Standin’ up for yourself and rufflin’ feathers. You're a chip off the old block.”

Cassie wrinkled her nose and tried to tame her hair. “This bonding stuff is weird.”

“Seriously, you gonna be okay?” He asked with a jerk of his chin at her.

“Yeah, eventually, it's just hard. I can't exactly avoid him and forget we ever happened.” She answered, looking down at her hands.

“Yeah I get that.” he sighed, leaning forward to place his elbows in his knees.

“Everyone hates me now.” she added. “Guess I really am a chip off the old block.”

“It’s okay to be a little hated sometimes.” Shane replied. “I know I’m not the best one to give advice, but if you did what you know deep down was right, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“If I hadn’t wen’t into that barn, Hershel wouldn’t be missing right now and Beth wouldn’t be catatonic. I did that to them.” she argued.

“So you think you should have let them keep on living in fantasyland? Thinking their family was going to get better?” Shane asked.

“No, they needed closure.” she answered. “I just don’t know if that was the right way to go about it.”

“Like it or not, you can’t turn back time and change it.” Shane replied. “Regardless of the outcome, I’m proud of you.”

Cassie was quiet for a minute as she just looked at him. “You’ve never said that to me before.”

Shane was quiet for a minute. “Why do you think I pushed you so hard to join the police force or something other than music?”

“Because you wanted me to be like you.” she answered with what she always thought to be true.

“No.” Shane said with a shake of his head. “Because you are a leader. You just needed something to pull it out of you.”

Cassie hummed. “Who knew it would be trying to get you to shut the hell up that would pull it out of me.”

Shane just scoffed out a laugh and shook his head as he stood up and headed for the ladder. They both knew it was really the loss of Sophia that did it and she was just trying to make light off the topic.

“Hey Dad?” She called and he stopped and turned back. “Thanks.” she told him, meaning it.

“Mm Hmm.” He hummed with a nod. “Are you coming to dinner?”

“Probably not.” She sighed. “Just let me know when Rick gets back?”

“Will do.” He replied then left.

An hour or so later Lori found her. “Hey, Rick's not back yet.”

“Okay?” Cassie replied, not looking up from the guitar in her lap that she'd been playing to distract herself.

“Beth isn't getting any better. She needs Hershel, now.” She started making Cassie look up at her. “So you're gonna go into town and bring them back.”

Cassie's eyes turned glaring. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. This…all of this, is your fault.” Lori told her, rage in her eyes. “My husband is out there trying to fix your mistake.” she said with a point over her shoulder. “You pushed Hershel to drinking, you pushed Beth to the breaking point.”

Cassie’s eyes watered before she pushed it back. “So you expect me to just go into town and bring them back, by myself?”

“Convince Daryl to go with you.” She said as if it were no big deal.

“Yeah,” she scoffed, blinking back her tears, “I’d have a better chance of convincing the devil to let hell freeze over.” Lori watched as Cassie started gathering her stuff. “He's ain’t gonna help me do shit, especially when it comes to Rick.” Cassie grabbed her quiver then headed out of the barn.

Lori followed her down. “Then ask T.” She tried.

“I'm not putting anyone else in danger.” Cassie opened the door of Maggie's car and flipped down the sun visor. The keys fell onto the floorboard so she scooped them up, slid into the driver's seat and put her bow in the back seat. As she cranked it, Lori got in beside her. “Get out.”

“I'm not letting you go alone.” Lori said stubbornly.

“And I don't want your death added to my conscience.” Cassie fought back. “You're pregnant, you could get hurt.”

“You know?” Lori asked.

“Yeah.” Cassie answered.

“Then you know why I need Rick back.” She pointed out. “Hershel too.”

Cassie thought about it for a moment before she wrinkled her nose and bore her teeth. “Fine.” She pushed the door open and got out. “But if we're doing this, you're driving, I'm navigating. You suck at reading maps.” They switched places and Cassie grabbed the map out of the glove box.

A few minutes into the drive Lori asked, “how did you find out that I'm pregnant?”

“Rick told me.” She answered matter-of-factly.

“He did?” Lori asked with a wide eyed glance at her across her shoulder.

“Why do you look so surprised?” Cassie asked. “He was a freaking mess, he needed someone to talk to and it's not like he could talk to Shane about it. Thanks to you he's lost that friend.” Lori was quiet so she continued. “Thanks for trying to abort my little brother or sister, by the way.”

“It’s Ricks.” Lori argued.

“In theory, because he’s your husband, but we both know the likelihood of it actually being his is slim to none.” she said, resentment in her voice. “You and I’ve been sharing feminine hygiene products for the last month and a half. So I know that your cycle started two days after mine and that it stopped a day before mine. That gives me a pretty good indication of your fertile window and during that window is when you and Shane were, as Daryl put it, going at it like rabbits.” Lori looked at her with wide eyes. “It’s really not that hard to figure out.”

Lori stayed quiet for a few minutes, lost in thought. Thinking about how Cassie acted around Rick. How many times she’d seen her hug him, smile at him timidly. Looking back at what Lori had thought to be shyness, was really something else entirely. How Cassie and Rick had been talking about important topics. How Rick didn’t stop her from pulling that stunt at the barn. Finally she asked, “what did you mean earlier, when you said Daryl wouldn't help you, especially when it comes to Rick?” Cassie didn't answer. “Is that why he broke up with you?” Once again Cassie didn't answer. “Cassie!” Lori yelled.

Cassie kept looking down at the map in her hands. “I don't wanna talk about it.”

“Cassie, are you in love with my husband?!” Lori yelled, looking at Cassie.

Cassie’s head snapped up at Lori’s question.

A movement on the road, seen in the corner of Cassie's vision, made her look to see a walker shamble out in front of the car. “Watch out!”

Lori tore her eyes off of the younger woman to look at the road and swerve. The front corner of the car clipped the walker before the car sped off the road into a tree that ramped the car. Cassie screamed, her head hitting the window, knocking her out as the car flipped.

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Just posted the first chapter in the sequel to No Man's Land on ao3

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“Daddy, don’t those boo-boos hurt?”

Daryl’s kid asking him about his scars for the first time, with Daryl having to explain to the innocently curious three year old what happened in a way that they would understand.

And you helping him come up with terms so that he doesn’t outrightly have to say what had happened.

“A very bad man gave Daddy those boo-boos long ago.”

And Daryl having to hold back tears because after the explanation, his baby’s featherlight fingers touched his scars and they looked over to you and innocently asked you to kiss his scars because “Mama’s kisses make boo-boos better.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy. Mama make better.”

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Dad-to-be!Daryl fighting tooth and nail to keep the reader—who’s water had broken while they were on a walking around in the Hilltop—safe while trying to get her back to Alexandria so that Siddiq and Carol can help with the delivery of their little one. (Plus maybe the post-delivery fluff that ensues when Daryl and reader get their first moments alone with their baby.)

No pressure to write this! I just saw your post asking for dad!Daryl requests and had this idea, and thought I’d throw it your way. Love you whether you write this or not. 💜

In the Eye of the Storm

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: You go into labor while staying at the renewed Sanctuary. Daryl has to safely get you back home to Alexandria, of course - through a thunderstorm...

Warnings: usual TWD stuff, pregnancy, childbirth, baby things, mentions of blood, weapons, quite a bit angst, fluff, protective!Daryl

I tried to write this as accurate as possible. I'm no expert, heh.

Set in the beginning of season 9!

Word Count: 4,5k (whoops)

a/n: I'm not kidding when I say that I literally pounced that request. Gods, I loved to write this! Thanks for requesting, @dixons-sunshine ! I hope I did this justice! 🥹

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Daryl had a critical gaze directed at the darkening sky above him. The wind had picked up; bringing dark clouds over the Sanctuary. A thunderstorm was approaching - and fast.

Unbeknownst to him, had the archer started to chew on the inside of his bottom lip; causing you to gently squeeze his side. "Earth to Mr. Dixon," you giggled; trying to get his attention. "You okay, Dar?" The archer blinked and lowered his gaze back to you - his wife, who was neatly tucked against his side on a walk through the yard of the renewed Sanctuary; past the not yet growing crops which had been planted. You smiled up at him - slightly grimaced, but you smiled. He shook his head; "I shoulda been askin' you tha', sunshine..." eyes drifting to your prominent baby bump. You took a deep breath, but nodded. "Just Braxton Hicks, you know..."

Daryl's eyes drifted from your eyes to your (yet) unborn baby and back; a mix of worry and fear swimming in his blue-greyish orbs. You could tell. "Ya been havin' them already the whole day... Since we got up this mornin'. Ya sure this ain't the real thing?" Now you were the one shaking your head. "No. I promise, we're okay." "A'righ'." The archer jutted his chin towards the factory and looked back up in the sky. "Let's get ya back inside," he prompted and gave your hip a soft squeeze, before he started to walk; urging you on to follow. You nodded and scrunched your nose. "Yeah... Looks like rain."

With the first roll of thunder, Daryl closed the door behind you and him, without his hand leaving your body for even a second. He was so adamant to always be by your side; steady you and help you walk, it was ridiculously cute. It made you fall in love with the archer even more - not knowing it was even possible.

You giggled; one hand on the small of your back, the other on top of your belly. "Babe, you know I can stand on my own, right?" "Don care. Want ya close. 'Specially round 'ere... Ain't trustin' 'em..." You knew of course what he meant. The smile on your face immediately vanished; replaced by a concerned frown.

You understood Rick's intention; wanting to make Carl's last wish true. You'd do the same for your own child - within a heartbeat. You just didn't understand why Rick had charged Daryl of all people with the supervision of the Sanctuary. Sure, he was his bother, his right-hand-man, the one he possibly trusted most besides Michonne, but... After everything Daryl has been through here? After all the psychological torture? You knew it wasn't easy for your husband to be here. Even though he didn't say anything. You could feel it.

You took a step towards the archer; invading his space. Placing a hand on his chest and the other on his cheek, you scanned his face. "Daryl... You... You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be the one having to do this. I'll have a-" You stopped dead in your sentence; eyes widening and heart leaping into your throat at the feeling you had just experienced. Daryl was immediately on alert; completely ignoring what you had just said. "Y/N?! Wha's goin' on?!" His free hand came to rest on the bump which was his child instantly.

You swallowed hard; taking a step away from him again and looked down yourself. A prominent wet patch was spreading across the crotch and inner thighs of your maternity sweatpants. "I-I think..." Your husband's eyes followed yours quick; realisation dawning on him right away. It could mean only two things...

1) You peed yourself.

Or

2) Your water broke.

The archer begged internally to whatever force above that it was not the latter. "Please tell me ya peed yerself..." Daryl mumbled under his shaky breath; already slightly on edge. It wasn't a fortunate moment for the baby to make their appearance... You were at the Sanctuary, for God's sake! Rosita and Eugene were the only one here you could truly trust. Not much medical supplies and even less people who knew how to birth a baby either.

"I-I'm honestly not sure, Dar..." He nodded; trying to keep his calm. "A'right. Let's, uh, get ya in a fresh pair of pants 'n check?" "Uh.Huh," you answered; nervously nibbling on your lip as well. You actually didn't want to 'do this to Daryl' now, but it wasn't like you could take a pick. It wasn't in your hands... It was in the tiny hands of the peanut living in your belly.

You felt your husband's strong arm around your waist once again; supporting you as best as he could and helping you to walk through the darkish, grey hallways of the 'former' enemies hideout and towards your shared room.

After the sweatpants and your panties were not much longer on your body, you and Daryl realised quickly that you did certainly not pee yourself. It was a different... substance - which meant the one thing the both of you hoped it wouldn't be... Your water broke.

"O-Oh, fuck, that's..." You cut off your own sentence; "W-What are we, uh, going to do now?" swallowing hard and balancing on one foot, while you gripped Daryl's shoulder as he helped you step inside a fresh pair of underwear and sweatpants.

The archer looked up at you; panic swimming in his blue-grey orbs. You could tell that his mind was working on overdrive to find an answer to your question. "I-I dunno, sunshine, I-" He inhaled a deep breath; eyes darting around the room. "Ya can't have the peanut here... 'S no doctor 'round. I ain't risking tha'..." Daryl shook his head and stood up; palms immediately lading on your hips. "W-We gotta get ya back to Alexandria. To Siddiq. Now." You nodded; clenching your jaw at the incoming contraction - and Daryl noticed, of course. "'N we gotta time 'em contractions. C'mon."

Trusting your husband and his decision making blindly, you quickly threw a few things you might needed in Daryl's beige backpack, while he was informing Rosita about the situation you found yourself in.

It didn't take the archer more than a few minutes to return to your side; giving you a helping hand and finally walking you back to the door, which led to the yard - but once he opened it, a harsh breeze hit him (and you) instantly; rain splattering across your faces.

Fuck... The thunderstorm... Daryl had totally forgotten about the weather conditions; too occupied with you and the baby. You did, too.

"Fuckin' shit," the archer cursed under his breath; trying to shield you from the rain with his broad body. "Well, that's gonna be a fun car ride, eh?" You halfway joked; trying to lift the mood, but without success. "I'll get the truck; park as close as somehow possible. No matter wha'... We have ta get ya back home."

The Sanctuary had borrowed a truck from the Hilltop for moving things and other 'heavy' stuff. It was the only car option Daryl got. Of course he couldn't take his bike. Hell no.

"Ya wait inside. Don want ya ta get wet 'n cold." You nodded; bracing yourself beside the door against the wall. "Ya good bein' alone?" Once again you nodded; giving him another half-smile. "Go." He gave you a last once over, before he stepped out in the rain to get the truck.

Soaked to the bones, he helped you down the stairs then and outside; sitting you in the passenger seat of the truck; not letting go of you for even a second. "Y-You're soaked, baby..." You noticed with a furrowed brow; concerned. "You'll catch a cold if you-" Your husband immediately interrupted you; shaking his head and squeezing your hand. "Doesn't matter. This ain't 'bout me. 'S 'bout ya 'n the baby."

You knew that arguing would be just a waste of time. It wouldn't help. And honestly were you way too tensed and stressed to discuss. So you said nothing.

"Ya comfortable, sunshine? Tha' okay fer now?" His voice was on edge. You could see how hard he was trying to not lose it. This spurred you even more on to keep a cool head yourself. After all, this was your first birth. Your first child. You wanted to panic and give into the nervousness, concern and fear, but you knew you couldn't. You had to try at least. For Daryl.

You nodded and gave him a soft smile. "Y-Yeah, I- We're good, I-I think. Thanks, babe." The small smile he gave you was sloshing over with nervosity and concern, but he tried as well.

Daryl quickly rounded the car and got inside the driver's seat; immediately starting the engine. "Let's get ya home." He started to drive, while you tried to focus on your breathing like Carol taught you. Both your hands splayed on your big baby bump; feeling the subtle movements of the child within you.

Some time passed until the next contraction hit you. You breathed through it; grimacing. "Damnit..." You gasped once the waves of pain subsided; noticing how Daryl gazed back and forth between a watch around his wrist you never saw before and the street. "Been 'bout forty minutes since the last one." You swallowed hard. "T-That's already quite close, isn't it?" He shrugged his shoulder. "I dunno, but... Feels like it." You shifted slightly in your seat and placed a hand on Daryl's hand, which was gripping the gear shift for dear life. "We're gonna make it, 'kay? Everything's gonna be okay," you tried to reassure Daryl - and yourself. You could see how he chewed on his bottom lip. "Shouldn't 'ave taken ya with me... Shoulda left ya back home where ya 'n the baby 'r safe 'n taken care of. Hell, I shouldn't 'ave left at all... 'S my fault tha' we gotta do this now."

You immediately shook your head and gave his hand another squeeze. "Dar, this is everything, but your fault. I was the one encouraging you to go... And I practically begged you to take me along, because I can't stand to be away from you - especially now. I knew the risk, but I made the decision. If anyone's to blame, it's me." Your husband just scoffed at your words and just as he actually wanted to answer, the sight of the street a few miles ahead forced him to stop the truck.

The thunderstorm hadn't calmed down in the slightest; was raging on and had caused a tree to fall and land in the middle of the street. "Shit... 'S too big ta move it... We have ta take a different road." His eyes landed on you, just like his hand on your swollen belly. "Can ya both hang on a lil' while longer? 'S a stupid question, ain't it?" You shook your head and gave him the most convincing smile you could muster in that moment. "It's not. I-I'll try... Right, peanut?" You addressed your unborn baby. "We'll try."

Unfortunately wasn't the fallen tree the only obstacle you had to overcome on your rushed journey to Alexandria... The storm was going on and definitely took its toll on the nature. And that wasn't the only problem... The night had settled over the world and the dead weren't exactly a help as well, and at some point were your contractions only fifteen minutes apart... It was a race against the time now - and your upcoming nerves. The closer you got to actually birthing your child, the worse it became. Fifteen minutes apart and you didn't even know if everything was fine and going the way it should down there. It was excruciating.

"Sonofabitch," you suddenly heard Daryl exclaim, which snapped you out of your thoughts. Lifting your gaze, you instantly understood what caused his small outburst... A few walkers were exactly in your way; stuck in the rain soaked, muddy ground. "Have ta get rid of 'em, sunshine," Daryl stated and already moved to unsheathe his knives from their confines; his barely dried clothes about to get soaked all over again. "I-I can help-" "Hell nah," he cut you off immediately; scoffing. "Yer stayin' right here inside the truck where ya 'r safe. I ain't riskin' a damn thing. Gotta keep ya safe." You nodded in defeat; realising once more that arguing wouldn't get you anywhere.

Daryl gave you a stern but loving look, before he took a deep breath and exited the truck. Anxiously, you watched your husband fighting off the undead threat. Sure, most of them were kinda stuck, but the noises had attracted more walkers... The headlights of the truck provided enough light for you to see what was going on in front of you, but not besides and certainly not behind the vehicle. The relentless rain made it difficult to see straight as well, and when another, much worse contraction hit you and the pain managed to blur your vision entirely, you lost sight of Daryl. Sweat was dripping over your brow as you couldn't hold back the scream which wanted to break free from your lips; hands clutching your baby bump. "O-Oh f-fuck..." Your fingers clenched into fists as you tried to breathe through the contraction. Agonisingly slow subsided the pain; leaving you breathless. You looked around through the windows; trying to find your husband. But you couldn't see him. It was quiet. Except for the running engine and the rain drumming down on the truck.

"D-Daryl?!" You called out; knowing very well that he couldn't hear you. Uneasiness crept up in you; threatening to cut off your airways and sent your anxiety skyrocketing. It didn't help that you were on edge already... What if something happened to him? What if he got bit? What if he...? Your brain already conjured the worst case scenarios, as suddenly two pale hands slammed against the window pane beside you; the tow curling growl almost giving you a heart attack. "Fucking hell!" You squeaked and clutched your now rapidly beating heart.

The hands clawed and scratched at the wet glass - but to your sheer endless relief didn't they stay long. With a dull thud hit the undead man's skull the window; blood splattering everywhere, before it got slowly washed away. The hands stilled, before they entirely disappeared. Blinking, you watched it happen, still somewhat caught up in your thoughts. But then, the driver's door got opened and slammed quickly shut again. A familiar grunt urged to your ears - and you could've cried of relief and happiness.

"Daryl!" You more or less whimpered; shifting in your seat as good as you could and turned to him; taking in his water and blood soaked appearance. Some blood was on his cheeks and water dripped down his long, brown hair. You reached for him; grabbed onto his wet sweatshirt and slippery vest. "A-Are you okay? I-I lost sight of you a-and..." You hiccuped; taking a deep breath. The archer immediately nodded and leaned in for a sweet, soft kiss; letting you feel that he was alive and well, before he moved to take your hands in his bigger ones. "'M good, sunshine. 'S a'right. 'M here." His blue eyes scanned your body then; lips pressed together in worry. "Wha' 'bout you?"

You swallowed hard. "H-Had another contraction..." His eyes widened. "Darlin', you had one barely ten minutes ago..." "I know." Daryl looked at you a few moments longer, before he gently let go of your hands and gripped the steering wheel instead. "We gotta keep movin'," he mumbled and kept on driving - and you knew he was right.

Luckily the truck didn't get stuck in the muddy mess ahead of you... That would've been the cherry on top.

It took you longer than planned to drive back to Alexandria, but in the end you finally made it - most likely just in time. You swore you were never that happy before to see the familiar gates of the place you called home. Daryl felt the same. You could tell.

The thunder and lighting had ceased by now. It was still raining, but not as bad. Due to the bad weather conditions was nobody on watch, but the archer knew that at least one person was positioned up in the windmill; looking out for threats from up there. So, he gave whoever was up there a sign; flashing the truck head lights three times and signalling that friends were standing in front of the walls and not enemies.

"Jus' a few minutes longer, sunshine. Almost there," Daryl tried to reassure you as he gently squeezed your hand. You just nodded; occupied with taking deep breaths.

Moments later, the gates got opened for Daryl to drive through, which he immediately did and headed straight for the infirmary; parking the car as close as he could get.

The approaching headlights must've caught Siddiq's attention, since the doctor immediately went to the door; trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on. He watched the archer quickly rounding the vehicle; getting soaked in the rain a third time. "Daryl?!" Siddiq called out; switching on his porch light. "What-" Daryl didn't let the man finish; cut him off mid sentence as he opened the door and helped you out. "Need yer help! Y/N's in labor!"

Siddiq didn't need more information. He knew and was immediately on high alert. The doctor opened the door and let the both of you in; instantly helping Daryl to steady you. Usually, he would've asked about your condition, but Siddiq knew the moment he saw you. "How far apart are the contractions?" You wanted to answer, but Daryl did for you. "'Bout six minutes." The black haired man nodded, "You got here just in time, I'd say." and helped you sit on the bed inside the room he had led you and Daryl in. "I'm afraid we have to get you out of these..." Siddiq nodded at your sweatpants. "Daryl, would you...?" Your husband's eyes were locked on you as he nodded slowly. "Yeah, I got it. C'mon, sunshine."

While Daryl helped you shimmy down your pants and panties, Siddiq prepared some things he needed in the upcoming hour(s)... Towels, gloves and some other medical stuff.

"Alright. I have to check on you. Is that alright?" Siddiq asked carefully; knowing how... protective and territorial the other present man in the room could get. You nodded; trying your hardest to not scream due to the contraction you were going through. The doctor noticed and placed a reassuring hand on your knee. "Deep breaths, Y/N. We got this, okay?" You gave your friend another nod, before he went to check as soon as your contraction subsided again.

"You're about eight centimetres dilated, I'd say." "'N tha' means?" Daryl spoke up with your hand neatly tucked in his, as he was standing by your side. "Two more and she'll be able to start pushing. Means, your baby will see the light of day in the next one or two hours." The colour visibly drained from the archer's face. He knew that he'd be a dad soon, but... That soon? You, on the contrary just groaned and threw your head against the pillow. "Thank fuck. I want this to be over... Hurts like a bitch - and I finally want to hold my baby."

Siddiq witnessed both very different reactions and tried to hide a smile; quickly deciding to give the soon-to-be-dad a little task to keep him from freaking out.

"Daryl?" The archer's gaze lifted from where he was staring at the floor and gnawing nervously on his thumb. "Could you get Carol? I might need her assistance." Daryl frowned in confusion, but the feeling which started to flood his veins was happiness. "She's here?" Siddiq nodded with a smile. "Yes. She was on the road and decided to stay for a few days. Might as well call it providence." The man nodded; shaking a few bangs of wild brown curls from his face and nibbled on his bottom lip again, but turned to you; needing your permission. "'S a'right if I go 'n get 'er, darlin'?" You nodded; sweat doting your forehead. "As long as you'll come back to me... Go. I'm in good hands." Your husband gave you a loving look and gently squeezed your hand, before he let go to get himself soaked in rain again - for the nth time... Not that he cared, though.

The archer didn't even had to ask where to look for his best friend. He knew. After all has she been sharing a house with the both of you, before she moved to the Kingdom. Where else to look but there

Opening the main door, he stepped inside; calling out for his friend. "Carol?!" It didn't take long for the grey haired woman to peak out from the kitchen in the hallways; frowning. The frown immediately vanished, though, when she saw who the 'intruder' was... "Daryl?" A bright smile darted over her face, as she quickly bridged the distance to hug her best friend. They hadn't seen each other in a while after all.

"Ya good?" He simply asked; definitely enjoying the embrace of the woman he got luckily stuck with since the very beginning of this shit show. "Yeah, I am. What about you? And especially Y/N?" Daryl instantly retreated from the hug; a frightening, but also happy look on his face. "W-Well, uh... S-She's in labor. 'S why I brought 'er back here... Siddiq sent me ta ask for yer help..." Carol's eyes widened, but she immediately scrambled for the kitchen to turn off the stove. "Of course, I'm coming to help! Can't miss my best friend becoming a daddy, can I?"

Daryl blinked. "Best friend? Really?" Carol ignored his sceptical question and grabbed him by the shoulders instead; turning him around and maneuvering him towards the door. There were more important things to do now than discuss that.

Siddiq's predictions had been quite on spot. About one and an half hour, quite a few painful contractions and several tiring and debilitating pushes later, you finally held your baby in your arms. Since the doctor's announcement that you gave birth to a - as far as he could tell, healthy little girl, Daryl's mind had gone blank. He was physically present, but mentally, he was somewhere lost in a haze; trying to process the life-changing information... A girl. His daughter. He was a father now. A father!

Of course, you noticed. Carol and Siddiq did, too and all of you decided to give him the space and time he needed right now; just letting him stare at the white wall across your bed.

Only once the afterbirth was done, you getting cleaned up as well as the baby, the umbilical cord cut by Carol (Daryl would've most likely fainted if he was asked to do it. He already looked as white as a ghost...), a few further instructions and information shared by both your friends, and your newborn daughter wrapped up in a diaper and a slightly too big beige romper suit with cute teddy bears on it, you decided to try to guide your husband out of the haze he still was in. Especially now that you were given some time alone...

"Daryl?" You called out softly; voice barely above a whisper to not startle him. He didn't react, so you tried again... Same result. Freeing a hand from the baby tucked against your chest, you reached out to gently touch his arm. "Babe..." You whispered; letting your palm glide down the length of the limb and brushing the clammy skin of his hand. "Hey..." That seemed to finally do the trick...

The archer blinked and redirected his glance; eyes focusing on you instead. "'M sorry, sunshine, I-" His words quickly died in his throat, when he finally saw his daughter nestled against you; greedily suckling on your exposed right breast and making the cutest little noises he had ever heard. You smiled tiredly and slipped your fingers through his; giving them a soft squeeze. "Your baby girl, Daryl... Your daughter..." He swallowed and lifted his free hand; almost hesitatingly hovering over the infant, before his pointer finger came into contact with her soft cheek.

Daryl gasped; releasing a breath he didn't even know he was holding. You watched the interaction with loving eyes; only now noticing that the small girl had stopped nursing and was wriggling around in your hold instead. Her eyes were closed and she had her legs pulled up against her belly; tiny fingers clenching and unclenching.

Your husband had cupped her head now, which was covered in a dark brown fuzz. "She's perfect, darlin'..." Daryl whispered after a long moment; smiling that smile you loved so much.

"Do you want to hold her?"

That question caused Daryl's hand to immediately stop caressing his daughter's head. "I-I..." He stammered; nervous, yet with such a strong urge. "Y-Yeah, I... I wanna hold 'er." You patted the empty space on the bed beside you. "C'mere, then." The archer followed your 'command' and switched from the chair to sit on the bed. Only now did you notice that he hadn't changed yet and that the shirt he wore was still damp. Worry roared to life within you. You didn't want him to catch a cold or even something worse...

"Baby, you should change... I don't want you to get sick..." Daryl shook his head. "Do want ta leave ya..." "I know..." You bit your lip; uncertain if you should propose the suggestion in your mind or not. "Then, uh... How about you take the shirt and vest off? Carol and Siddiq won't be here for at least another hour and skin-on-skin contact with your daughter would be good, too... Helps her bond with you." You gave him a soft smile. "It's your decision, though. I won't force you to do anything."

You could practically see the gears turning in your husband's head, but in the end he nodded and started to peel the damp clothes off his upper body. Once he was shirtless, you started to transfer the little girl over to her father. "Make sure to support her head, Dar," you instructed him; noticing his eager nod, and suddenly was the infant tucked in the crook of his arm. She snuggled against his bare chest; definitely enjoying the warmth of his skin.

And suddenly the world stopped to turn around Daryl.

He gazed down at the tiny human being he helped create - and she was the most wonderful, beautiful creature his eyes had ever seen (besides you, of course). Love flooded his veins; heart threatening to slosh over with the warm feeling.

Yes... He'd rip the world apart to keep her safe. Anything. Just to make sure his girls were protected.

You watched your husband and newborn daughter; a tired, but happy look on your face, and you realised soon, that everything had been worth it... Everything you've gone through. Every obstacle you and Daryl had to overcome, just to get here - to experience this moment. She was worth it.

You smiled. Yeah... You could definitely get used to Daryl being a dad...

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[buckyslittlegirl]

Blood, guts and Pokémon cards

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: none just pure fluff

Summery

On a supply run you come across something from your childhood making daryl feel old having no clue what it was

Daryl, Glenn and myself had been searching an abandoned mall we came across during a supply run for the prison.

We found a couple medical supplies and some canned food which isn’t much but you take what you can get when it’s the damn apocalypse.

You and Glenn walk alongside behind Daryl. Glenn was rambling on about how in love he is with Maggie which was amusing and quite cute, Daryl on the other hand was fed up babysitting us.

“She’s so beautiful I’m the luckiest man in the wor-“ confused as to why all of a sudden he stopped bragging you turn to look at him. Glenn was paused in his track and looking bewildered. Following his gaze my jaw dropped to the group at the store infront of us.

“The hell are y’all doing” Daryl grunted also stopping and just watched us unimpressed.

“A frickin GameStop! I can’t believe it” Glenn gleefully said.

“I completely forgot about these stores!!” You commented, the both of you wearing massive grins on our faces.

Daryl scoffs “ain’t nothing but junk in there c’mon”

Before he can turn around to keep walking I speak up

“Come on Daryl please let us look. We will be super quick! We’ve done so good this supply run so pleaseeeee” you say giving him my best puppy eyes while Glenn nods enthusiastically beside me.

Daryl pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration

“5 minutes then we are gettin the fact outta here”

Glenn and I jump up and down and squeal before bolting in the store.

“Be fuckin careful there ain’t no dead in there” he called after us groaning in frustration as we run in the store way too carefree for his liking.

“Why do I gotta be the damn babysitter” he mumbles to himself following us in.

The store was surprisingly pretty empty, I guess gaming is still some people’s top priority even during the end of the world. Daryl looks out for us as we search the store. Broken game disks scattered around the floor which hurt you both to look at.

“Kay times up let’s go” Daryl impatiently said while we groan in disappointment.

Just as we were about to leave a shiny small packet catches your attention from underneath a shelf. Immediately recognising what it was you squeal like you had done before, immediately grabbing both of their attention.

You run and pick it up shoving it in Glenn and Daryl’s face.

“GUYS LOOK!!!” Daryl gave you a highly unimpressed look but Glenn on the other hand gasps running over.

“Fucking Pokémon cards” he says with wide eyes.

“WE FOUND FUCKING POKÉMON CARDS”

You both continue geeking out over the nostalgic packet in front of you both, bringing memories back to simpler times when all kids had to worry about was collecting as many cards as they could.

Daryl raised an eyebrow as he watched you and Glenn huddled over an unopened pack of cards, looking like excited children. He had no idea what you were doing or why you were so excited about some stupid piece of cardboard, but he couldn't help himself from feeling amused by your childish glee.

"What are you two doing?" Daryl asked, stepping closer and peering over your shoulder. He couldn't fathom what could be so fascinating about some cards, but the excitement on your face intrigued him.

Glenn looked up at Daryl, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Man, you're not going to believe this," he said, holding up the pack of cards. "These are unopened Pokémon cards! I haven't seen these in years. They're like the holy grail of collectibles."

Daryl just looked at Glenn like he was speaking a foreign language. "Pokémon?" he repeated, his voice laced with skepticism. "You mean those cards with those weird looking cartoon animals on ‘em ?"

"Yes!" You exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement. "And these ones are from the first generation! They're worth a fortune in mint condition."

Daryl rolled his eyes, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms trying to hide his amusement. He couldn't believe you were both getting so worked up over some stupid cards, but damn if it wasn't cute to see you so excited.

“We should open them and each keep one! Like a cute lil friendship card” you beam

Glenn grins excitedly at your idea, feeling a surge of nostalgia as he looks down at the cards. He looks over at Daryl, who is watching the two of you with a mixture of amusement and bewilderment. “Daryl, come on man, let’s do it! It’ll be fun!”

Daryl grumbles, feeling like he’s being pressured into something completely ridiculous. But the hopeful looks on your faces makes it hard for him to say no. “Fine,” he relents, rolling his eyes. “But this is stupid, you know that, right?”

You and Glenn both let out happy noises, overjoyed that Daryl is going along with your silly idea. You quickly take the cards and split them into three equal piles. Each of you picks a card, feeling a rush of excitement as you finally unveil what's inside the wrapper.

You pick up a card with oddish on it “this one looks like Carl! He can have this one!”

Glenn grins, agreeing that the oddish card does resemble your friend Carl. Daryl can't help but chuckle at your observation, finding the connection amusing. "So you're gonna give Carl a weird looking cartoon plant?" he teases.

I nod proudly. Glenn picks up one of his and shows us “this one reminds me of Maggie, I’ll give her this one!” He says happily showing us a card with Eevee on it.

Daryl can't help but crack a small smile at your goofy exchange. "You're really picking these cards based on resemblance to people we know?" he says, trying to maintain his gruff exterior.

Yep! We say I’m unison Daryl picks up a card and snorts before showing us “this one kinda looks like rick huh?” He says showing us a card with Grimer on it.

You and Glenn burst into giggles at Daryl's observation. "Whoa, yeah it sure does!" Glenn says between laughs. "Rick as Grimer. Now that's a match made in heaven."

Daryl grins now, clearly enjoying the lighthearted moment. "Who's gonna give that card to Rick?" he asks, his eyes glimmering with mischief.

You and Glenn look at each other, both trying to conceal your grins. "Not it!" we shout in unison.

"Oh my god, Rick is going to be so confused. I almost want to be there when you give it to him!" You say laughing

You pick up another card, this time of Snorlax

“Daryl this is your one” you say with a proud smile handing it to him

Daryl takes the card from you, feeling strangely touched by your gesture. He looks down at the Snorlax card, trying to hide a grin. "You think I look like this Snorlax thing?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

Nodding you explain your choice “well you’re just so big and cuddly looking it’s perfect! What do you think Glenn?!”

Glenn pretends to consider your answer, pretending to study Daryl intently. “Yeah, I can see it,” he says, still trying not to laugh. “Big, grumpy, and sleepy. Sounds like Daryl to me.”

Daryl rolls his eyes, trying to act annoyed but secretly enjoying the banter. "Y'all are idiots," he mutters, but there's a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he looks at the card knowing damn well he’s gonna keep it on him all the time.

“And Glenn this one is totally you! What do you say Daryl?” You ask for his approval showing him a card of ditto

Daryl looks at the card and then at Glenn, trying to see the resemblance. "Huh, yeah I guess that does kinda look like you," he says, chuckling. "All squished and goofy looking."

Glenn grins, pretending to be offended. "Hey! I'm not goofy looking!" he protests, but his grin betrays him. He secretly loves being compared to ditto.

Daryl looks down at his other card. A small cute looking little pink ball with big eyes “s’pose this one reminds me of y/n” he says scratching the back of his neck.

You feel your heart skip a beat as Daryl hands you the jigglypuff card. The thought of him comparing you to a cute pink puffball makes your stomach do a little flip. "Y-you think I look like jigglypuff?" you ask, feeling a mix of surprise and delight.

Daryl shrugs, trying to act nonchalant but a faint blush appears on his cheeks. "Yeah, I dunno," he says, looking away. "Just thought the pink and the big eyes kinda matched ya."

You can't help but beam at him, feeling warm all over. You hold the jigglypuff card close to your heart, feeling like it's the most precious thing in the world. "Thanks, Daryl," you say softly, unable to contain your happiness.

Glenn watches the exchange between you and Daryl with a knowing smile on his face. He can tell that there's something special blossoming between you two, and he feels a pang of happiness for you both.

“Well I’d say that’s a successful supply run! Let’s get back to the prison and give the others our little gifts huh?” Glenn smirks

Daryl grunts in agreement, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. He had secretly enjoyed your little game with the cards, and he found himself looking forward to surprising Rick with his Grimer card.

"Yeah, let's get going."

You look Daryl in the eyes and give him a warm smile, cheeks still pink.

Daryl notices you staring at him and he feels his heart rate increase just a bit. But Glenn's voice snaps him out of his own little world and he clears his throat gruffly, feeling a little flustered. "Yeah, let's go," he says gruffly, avoiding your gaze as he walks towards the exit and for once in what felt like years he feels himself smiling.

[bartxnhood]

accident prone | d.d

daryl dixon x reader

summary: you’re very clumsy, but no worries. daryl is there for you.

warnings: broken ankle is all.

a/n: hi hi !! this one is just a small blurb. this was also inspired by beth spraining her ankle and daryl coming to the rescue ! i hope y’all enjoy !!!

request open

not proofread

Copyright © 2023 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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“can we hold up for a second?” your grip around daryl waist loosens and you bend down to rub your ankle. “ya okay?” you nodded, “i just need to sit down for a minute.” daryl looked ahead, spotting a small cabin. he moved his crossbow to the front of his chest before bending down. “hop on” you stood up, “what?” “get on, premium ride right here” you laughed softly, before hoisting yourself on his back.

“you’re a lot heavier than you look” he added, heading towards the cabin. “shut up, cowboy” you added the nickname you had given him, which he says he hates but you’d disagree. “i will drop you” he huffed, holding onto you tightly. “mhm sure”

once inside, he sat you next to the fireplace and found just enough broken wood pieces and paper to start a small figure to keep the two of you warm for the night. “‘m sorry” you spoke up, picking at your fingernails. “what?” “for putting us behind, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to drag you down.” daryl finished messing with the fire, “don’t” he stood above you. you looked up at him, feeling the guilt weigh on your shoulders. you didn't want to put your friend in danger because you're clumsy.

“shit happens, don’t worry” he assured, looking around a bit as he took a few steps back. “i’ll go search a bit. stay here”

“yeah like there’s anywhere for me to go, dixon!” you quietly hollers as he walked away. “stay there!” he retorted.

so, you sat there staring at the fire while he was gone. but, the throbbing of your ankle only progressed. "shit" you whispered, you looked down at your ankle seeing the swelling and bruising begin to form. from what you thought was a simple sprain now looks like it could be broken. walking on it is out of the picture, you groaned trying your best to insure the pain.

“y’allright?” daryl enter the room, taking a seat next to the fireplace, across from you. he saw your expression and looked down at your ankle.

"hurtin?" he asked, and you nodded. "i think it’s broken. i don’t like how swollen it is. " you huffed, eyes meeting with the redneck. he hummed, setting down whatever he has found in the other rooms and grabbed his bag, turning his back to you and rummaging around for something. "daryl?" you croaked. "holon" he grunted. within a few seconds, he pulled what looked to be a bandage. it wasn't in the best condition but you were hurt and this might help until the both of you get back home.

daryl slowly rose from his position stopped in front of your ankle and slowly began wrapping it. he tried his best to be gentle with you, especially seeing how badly you had hurt yourself. "ow" you groaned, biting down on your lip to prevent tears. " i know it hurts. jus breathe." he grunted, not that he was mad at you or anything. he just can’t stand seeing you in that much pain, especially when he could’ve prevented it.

“since when did you start carrying first aid?” you asked, watching him gently wrap your ankle the best he could. “i only do when you come with me. yer very accident prone” you chuckled, “you’re the sweetest thing, daryl dixon” he looked up at you, rolling his eyes. “whatever.”

he finished up wrapping your ankle, then pulled down your pant leg and put his bag under your foot to keep it elevated.

“get that checked when we get back” he said, leaning against the wooden wall next to you. “yes, sir” you hummed, and rested your head on his shoulder. “thank you for saving me again” “my knight in shining armor” you added, followed by a laugh. “stop” he grumbles, while crossing his arms and closing his eyes.

“you love it, dixon”

“mm, just sleep”

[jesuschristt-thatsaprettyface]

he just like me for real

[trashcanband4]

Torn Ch. 9

Masterlist

Pairing:  DarylxOc. Eventual DarylxOcxRick. Setting: The Green Farm. Warnings: Mentions of substance abuse. A/N: Sorry for any typos or mistakes.

Cassie woke to the sound of birds chirping outside the tent and the feel of Daryl pulling her hips back into his before he brushed her hair off of her neck. A soft smile graced her lips when he started pressing soft, sleepy kisses over her shoulder and up to her ear. "Mornin'." She greeted keeping her eyes closed, unwilling to torture them with the morning light just yet.

"Mornin'." He whispered back in her ear, sending chills over her skin. Wanting to be chest to chest she turned to face him. Seeing that her eyes were still closed he brushed her nose with his, giving her an idea of their proximity to one another. She smiled at the gesture before she caught his bottom lip between hers and pressed her hand to his chest as his cupped her cheek.

The kiss deepened for a moment before it slowed then broke and she pulled back, opening her eyes to look into his. "How'd you sleep?" She asked with a look down at the bandage on his side.

"Alright I guess." He answered before things fell comfortably quiet for a few minutes. Lost in thought she slipped her finger over one of the raised scars on his chest. “You ever gonna ask ‘bout ‘em?” Daryl asked, his voice deep and gravelly.

“I figured you’d tell me when you wanted me to know.” she answered, not looking up at him. “Besides, I’m afraid you'll tell me it was Merle that did this to you."

“What would you say if I told you it was Merle?” he asked.

“I’d say I’m glad that he got left on that rooftop.” she answered then looked up at him. “And I’d hate to mean that because, while I never cared for him, I know you loved him.”

Daryl just looked into her eyes for a second before he slipped his hand over her cheek and pressed a kiss to her lips. “It wasn’t him.” she raised her brows in a silent question. “It was my old man,” he admitted. “He was a mean some bitch, especially when he was drunk’.” Not knowing what to say, Cassie just wrapped her arm around him, hugging him, wishing she were better with words. “Aren’t you gonna say you're sorry? ’s what most people would say.”

“It sucks that you had to go through that, but I’m not going to say I’m sorry. Saying sorry implies that I pity you, which I don't.” she dropped her eyes to his chest. “No one likes to be pitied. It’s like a freaking boot to the back of the head when you’re already laying face first in the mud.”

He got the feeling she was speaking from experience. “Back at the quarry, when Andrea wouldn’t leave Amy’s side, you said, 'if you've never watched the life drain out of a loved one’s eyes then you don't know what she's going through'.” he pointed out. She’d forgotten she’d even mentioned it. “Who were you talking about?”

“My mom.” she answered as she sat up and moved around to face him, her eyes on her hands that fiddled with the hem of her shorts.

“How’d she die?” he asked.

“Cancer…when I was twelve.” she answered. “It started out as breast cancer then spread to her sternum, clavicle, spine, lungs. Nothing slowed it down or stopped it, eventually her body just…shut down and she slipped away.” She zoned out as her mind went back to when she was just a child, sitting by her mothers hospital bed, watching as the life left her mothers eyes. Even though the heart monitor didn't flatline, in that moment she knew deep down her mother was gone. Then the nurse explained that her mother was, in fact, gone and the only reason her heart continued to beat was because of the pacemaker. Not wanting to accept it Cassie cried and argued, insisting that her mother was still alive. “But hey, at least she’s not suffering anymore.” she said as she blinked out of the daze and shook her head.

Daryl watched her grab a brush out of her bag and start brushing her hair. “Guess we all have scars, some people’s are just easier to see than others.”

She stopped brushing her hair and just looked at him to see him give her a shrug while chewing on the inside of his lip. In a flash she put down the brush, leaned forward, braced herself with her hands on each side of his head and caught his lips in a kiss. He instantly cupped the back of her head and lifted his, deepening the kiss before it eventually slowed and broke. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead on his. At that moment she found herself wanting to say those three little words. You know, the ones that when said at the wrong time could topple the delicate tower of a new relationship and send it crashing to the ground, shattering it beyond repair. Instead she opened her eyes and gave him a smile as she nuzzled his nose with hers, getting a quiet chuckle out of him before she sat back up and returned to detangling her wavy locks. “How’s the side?”

“Hurts like a some bitch.” he answered with a look down at the bandage.

“Aren't there painkillers in Merle's stash?” she asked with a jerk of her head at his motorcycle outside.

“Yeah, but I don’t mess with 'em.” he answered so she left it at that and tucked her brush back into her bag, deciding to leave her hair down today since it was nice outside and she knew Daryl liked it. She laid down beside him on her stomach, propped up by her forearms. Daryl cupped her cheek in his hand, running his thumb over her lips. “These are all I need to dull the pain.” A touched smile pulled at her lips before she pecked a kiss to the pad of his thumb. "Come ‘ere, Angel Eyes.”

She couldn’t help but giggle as she scooted up and caught his lips in a slow, tender kiss. Daryl threaded his fingers into her loose waves, sending tingles through her when his nails lightly scratched her scalp.

“Hey, Cass, up and at ‘em.” Shane’s voice sounded out from outside the tent. “We got a lot to do today.”

Cassie sighed and pulled back, looking at Daryl’s disappointed face. “As much as I would love to stay and be your painkiller, I can't. We're having gun training then going searchin'.”

“Fine.” He pecked her one more time then dropped his head back to rest on a pillow. “Go.”

“Want me to bring you some breakfast?” she asked before she stood up.

“Na, I’m good for now.” he answered.

"Kay." She answered. He watched her double check that she had her knife. "Get some rest." She told him with a mock serious look and a point of her finger.

"Yes ma'am." He grumbled, and gave her a salute making her softly laugh as she ducked out of the tent.

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Cassie, Rick, Jimmy and Shane stood around Carol's SUV talking about gun training and whether or not they should check a nearby housing addition for Sophia when Glenn came over with a bushel basket of beef jerky and peaches. They all took a peach and thought Glenn was going to hand out fruit to the rest of the camp, but he stopped. He looked at Rick like he wanted to say something, but remained silent as he looked at Lori then back to Rick. "My binoculars." Shane reminded him.

"Oh, yeah, yeah." Glenn awkwardly put down the basket then handed Shane the binoculars that had been hanging over his shoulder. "Okay. Bye." He picked the basket up and made a hasty getaway.

Rick, Shane and Cassie exchanged looks. "Okay then." Cassie drawled as they all got back to task.

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Rick, Lori, Shane, Dale and Cassie stood around the camp. Shane had caught Carl with a gun in his possession. Lori looked up from the gun in her hand to Cassie. "How the hell did this happen?"

"How should I know?" Cassie asked with a frown at Lori.

"You're supposed to be helping me keep an eye on him." She answered.

Cassie opened her mouth to tell her off, but she noticed Carl sitting nearby. So instead she took in a calming deep breath and dropped her eyes to the ground, restraining herself.

"It was my fault." Dale spoke up. "I let him into the r.v. He said he wanted a walkie. Did you send him for one?" He asked Rick.

"So on top of everything else, he lied?" Lori asked. "What is he thinking?" Rick who just shrugged.

"He wants to learn how to shoot. He asked me to teach him." Shane spoke up. "Now, it's none of my business, but I'm happy to teach him. It's your call."

"Well, I'm not comfortable with it." Lori laughed with a shake of her head.

Cassie bit her lips closed in an attempt to keep her opinions to herself, Shane sighed and Rick placed his hands on his hips, giving Lori a tilted head look.

"Oh, don't make me out to be the unreasonable one here." Lori said, noticing the looks Cassie and Shane were giving her. "Rick?" She asked with a look at him.

"I have my concerns too, but-" Rick tried to answer.

"There's no but. He was just shot." Lori interrupted him, raising her voice. Cassie's nostrils flared as she took in a deep breath but she managed to keep her mouth shut. "He's just back on his feet and he wants a gun?"

"Better than him being afraid of them." Rick reasoned. "There are guns in camp for a reason he should learn to handle them safely."

"I don't want my kid walking around with a gun." Lori argued.

"But how can you defend that?" Rick asked. "You can't let him go around without protection."

"He's as safe as he'll ever be right here." Lori said with a look around camp.

"Yet he managed to steal a gun right here, under your nose." Cassie said, a comment accidentally slipping. Lori rolled her eyes as she looked at Cassie. Cassie bit her lips closed and gave her a look that said she wasn't sorry.

Lori just shook her head as she looked back at Rick. "Look, everything you're saying makes perfect sense. It feels wrong. I mean I didn't feel good about him following you out into the woods. And I wish I'd said something. I should have gone with my gut."

"He's growing up, thank God."  Rick pointed out. "We've got to start treating him more like an adult."

"Then he needs to act like one." Lori snapped. "He's not mature enough to handle a gun."

"I'm not gonna play with it mom." Carl spoke up as he walked over to stand beside Cassie. "It's not a toy. I'm sorry I disappointed you, but I want to look for Sophia and I want to defend our camp. I can't do that without a gun." Cassie placed her hand on Carl’s back out of instinct.

Rick turned to Lori. "Shane is a good instructor. I've seen him teach kids younger than Carl." He told her then looked at Shane.

Cassie noticed Rick's eyes slip to her and give her a look that asked her to back him up. "He really is, surprisingly.” Cassie spoke up. “He gave me a refresher course so I could get certified in this state."

Rick gave Cassie a super discreet nod of thanks before he and Lori stared each other down.

After a few seconds Lori walked over to Carl and grabbed his chin in her hand, looking him pointedly in the eyes. "You will take this seriously and you will behave responsibly. And if I hear from anyone in this camp that you are not living up to our expectations-"

"He won't let you down." Rick interrupted her.

Carl looked at Rick then back to his mom. "yeah." Lori just looked from Rick to Carl and gave the boy a nod before she walked away.

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After the main lesson on how guns work, where the safety's at, etc. the instructors, i.e. Rick, Shane, Cassie and T-Dog observed the students from behind. "Thank you, for earlier." Rick said, from where he stood beside Cassie, his hands on his hips.

"No problem." Cassie replied. "You know I'll always have your back."

Rick gave her a smile. "Yeah I know, but that's not what I'm thanking you for." His words made her give him a curious frown across her shoulder. "You wanted to blow up on Lori, call her out on her crap. I know the only reason you didn't is because you didn't want Carl to hear it." Cassie just gave him a soft smile, not knowing what to say. “I don't know why Lori tried to blame you for Carl stealing that gun, but she was wrong. You’re not our nanny anymore.”

As she turned her eyes back to the students she noticed Shane paying special attention to Andrea. "Could he be any more disgusting?" She thought out loud.

"You know Shane…" Rick sighed.

"At least this one's not married." She commented without thinking, then realized what she'd said. "Hey, Beth-" she spoke up, getting the young girl's attention as she started over to help her with aiming. In all reality Beth was doing an okay job. Cassie just needed an excuse to get away from Rick before he could ask what she was talking about.

TWDTWDTWD

Later that evening after getting in from searching for Sophia, Cassie sat on the floor of the tent. Her guitar in her lap as she played a lazy tune. “Sing for me?” Daryl asked, his voice low and gravely. She just dropped her gaze to the floor of the tent. “Hey,” she looked at him, “I’ve already heard ya sing. Ain’t like you can curse me twice.”

She took in a deep breath and blew it out through her nose. “Anything in particular you wanna hear?” she asked, giving in. He just shook his head no. So she started strumming a tune on the guitar. “White lips, pale face, breathing in the snowflakes, burnt lungs, sour taste.” Daryl watched the way her fingers strummed the guitar, the way her loose waves fell around her shoulder and how her brow creased when she hit certain notes. “The worst things in life come free to us 'cause we're just under the upper hand. And go mad for a couple grams. She don't wanna go outside tonight. And in a pipe she flies to the motherland or sells love to another man. It's too cold outside for Angels to fly. For an-”

“Cassie.” Rick’s voice outside the tent cut her off. So she set the guitar aside and moved onto her hands and knees, sticking her head outside the door flap. “A word, please.” She could tell by his hands on his hips and the deep crease in his brow that something was seriously wrong.

“Of course.” she replied as she stood up and turned to Daryl. “Hold that note?” she asked, hating that Rick was interrupting, but understanding that he obviously needed to talk. Daryl gave her a nod so she left the tent. “What’s up?” she asked with a frown at his stiffened stature.

Rick just looked around at all the tents, and the people sitting around the campfire. “Take a walk with me?” he asked so she gave him a nod. They walked in silence until they came to a pond out in the middle of a field, she noticed several bushes of Cherokee roses growing nearby. It was only when they stopped, standing on the pier, that he asked, “Did you know?”

Cassie just squinted at him in the setting sun with a shake of her head. “Know what?”

“About Lori and Shane?” he could tell by the way her face fell that she did. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, clearly pissed.

“I wanted to.” she answered, feeling ashamed of herself. “But how was I supposed to tell you?” she asked, her eyes watering. “You love her, in spite of all the horrible things I’ve heard her yell at you. I couldn’t make myself destroy that.”

Rick walked over to a stone bench that sat next to the peer and sat down, placing his head in his hands with his elbows on his knees. Cassie walked over and sat down beside him. “She’s pregnant.”

Cassie just stared at the back of his hands that cupped his face for a minute. “What?” the question came out as a whisper.

“I found Plan B boxes in our tent when I got back to camp today.” he told her as he sat up and looked at her across his shoulder. “She took ‘em, but changed her mind and threw ‘em up.”

Cassie felt like her brain was short circuiting. There was so much she wanted to say and ask, but none of it was helpful or appropriate. "I…I don't know what to say…" she admitted with a shake of her head. "I wish I could say I'm surprised,"

"But you're not." He finished for her, turning his eyes to the ground.

"Not really, no." She answered. "Circumstances being what they are, I kinda doubt either of you used protection when you were with her." She pointed out, earning a look from Rick. "What? You hear and see things you wish you didn't when you live in such close proximity to people."

Rick just sighed and rested his head in his hands again. "What am I gonna do?"

Cassie thought about it, trying her best to find the right words to ease his worry. "Does…does Lori know who the father is? Like…how long has she known she's pregnant?" She asked in an attempt to gather enough information to make suggestions.

"I don't know, she didn't say." He answered without picking up his head. "But even if it's his…it ain't his."

Cassie just frowned at him, torn between understanding and being pissed that Shane might be robbed of the chance to care for his child…again. "He's gonna think it's his when he finds out. He's cocky like that. And I've seen the way he still looks at her…like a man obsessed."

"I know…I've seen it too." He admitted as he sat up and turned to face her on the bench. "I just couldn't let myself believe it."

“Who all knows…about Lori’s…condition?” she asked, awkwardly.

“Just me, you and Glenn.” he answered.

“So Shane doesn’t know?” she asked with a frown.

“No and we’d like to keep it that way.” Rick answered. “Glenn only knows because he got her the pills.”

“I can’t believe she would take those pills without talking to someone first.” Cassie scoffed. “Not that they would have done anything even if she didn’t throw them up. That’s not how Plan B works.” Things fell quiet for a moment, both of them lost in thought. "At least we're somewhere safe and we have Hershel to deliver the baby when the time comes." She was trying to be hopeful for his sake. But his face fell at her words. "What?"

"Now that Carl's better, Hershel wants us to leave." Rick told her, reluctantly.

"Does he not understand what he'll be sending us out into?" She asked herself more than him.

"I really don't think he does…" Rick answered, seeing fear in her eyes at the thought of being back out on the road. "Hey," he cupped her cheek in his hand, making her look into his sky blue eyes, "you don't have to worry. I'll keep you safe. I won't let him kick us off this farm. I'll talk to him, tell him Lori's pregnant, maybe it will convince him to let us stay."

Cassie's eyes softened as she slipped her hand over his then took it off her cheek to hold it in both of hers. "There you go again…" she said with a tilt of her head.

"There I go again…what?" He asked with a confused shake of his head.

"You put the weight of the world on your shoulders." She said with a furrow or her brow as she gave his hand a squeeze. "You don't have to." He let out a shaky breath as he dropped his eyes to his hand in hers. "And you don't have to shoulder it alone. Let me come with you to talk to Hershel."

"I appreciate the offer, but I don't think that would go over well." He said with a small smirk as he looked up at her. "You haven't exactly made the best first impression."

"So I'll watch my mouth and keep a level head." He countered and he deadpanned. "Then bring Lori with you to talk to him. She’s gotta be terrified of the idea of having a baby on the road. Maybe, if he sees that, he’ll think twice about making us leave." He just narrowed his eyes in thought before dropping them back down to his hand that she still held in hers. “Whatever you need, however I can help…just tell me.”

“Okay.” he said with a nod. Almost absentmindedly, he placed his hand over hers, slipping his thumb over the back of one of them, sending sparks through the skin. Things fell quiet again as they sat there like that, watching the sun setting over the tree line. “Wait, how do you know how plan B works?” Rick asked, curiously.

“My mother was sixteen when she got pregnant.” she pointed out. “There’s a reason I know exactly how to put a condom on a guy, how to get birth control and how to get my hands on Plan B if the occasion ever called for it.” she explained. “Not that I ever did, or have, needed any of that.”

“Wait, so you’re still…” Rick started to ask, but couldn’t make himself say the word.

“A virgin?” she asked with raised brows and he nodded. “Yeah. Why do you look so surprised?

“You hear and see things you wish you didn't when you live in such close proximity to people.” Rick said using her words from before.

“Oh.” she said with a blush as she dropped her eyes. “We’re just fooling around…taking it slow for now.”

“I don’t need to know.” Rick replied with a shake of his head that told her he was uncomfortable. “It’s bad enough I know you asked Glenn to get you condoms.”

“Wha-How do you know that? I specifically asked Glenn to keep it to himself.” she asked loudly.

“Yeah, I know, I overheard you tell him that the last thing you needed was for me or Shane to find out.” he answered and she gave him a glare. “He was headed to a pharmacy. Given your history, that only Shane and I know about…I was concerned.” she just stared at him. “I know it was an invasion of privacy, but-.”

“It’s fine.” she interrupted him.

“You’re angry.” he assumed.

“I’m not angry.” she argued. “And as always I thank you for looking out for me, but I do my best to forget about that particularly horrendous part of my past.”

“And I just dredged it up,” he said with an understanding nod. “I’m sorry. Come here.” He motioned her toward him so she scooted over and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her forehead on the side of his shoulder. He hugged her back, tucking his face into her neck while one hand rested on her lower back and the other embedded itself into her soft waves. His fingertips massaging her scalp, ever so slightly, sent more sparks throughout her, but she forced herself to ignore it. The hug lasted a full minute at least before he pulled back, keeping his hands on her waist as he looked into her deep depths, the setting sun making them appear more orange than brown.

For the first time she could see how scared Rick was. He was scared of losing Lori, of how Shane would react, what this would do to the group and what would happen if he couldn't convince Hershel to let them stay. "It will be okay. We'll figure something out."

Hearing those words from her, words of reassurance, which was something he hardly got from Lori, was like a breath of fresh air. And in that moment he wanted nothing more than to kiss her. But, as his eyes slipped down to her lips he was reminded that not only was he married, but Cassie had Daryl. The man who’d swooped in in his absence and taken charge of Cassie’s well being. Not that she couldn’t take care of herself. Over the past few weeks he’d learned just how capable she was, all on her own. She didn’t need anyone, but she’d chosen Daryl and he was waiting for her back at camp.

Cassie was all too aware of him staring at her lips. He stared long enough to make her realize exactly what he was thinking about. And a part of her wanted him too. So many times she’d thought about what his lips would feel like on hers. How it would feel for his hands to caress her skin. But now? Now it would be even more wrong than it would have been before…back when she would play out the classic husband sleeping with the babysitter porn scenario in her head at night. Because now she had Daryl and the thought of hurting him, of cheating on him, made her sick to her stomach and brought tears to her eyes. She blinked them back while Rick continued to stare at her lips. When they were gone, she spoke. “Rick?”

He dropped his eyes to the overgrown grass and cleared his throat. “You should get back to camp.” he told her with a jerk of his chin in the right direction. “Before Daryl comes looking for you.”

She stood up and took a few steps before she stopped and turned back to him. “You should come too. It’s getting late.”

“Na, I’ll be right behind you. I just…I need a few minutes.” he told her, not even glancing up.

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"What was that about?" Daryl asked as he watched Cassie sit back down on the floor of their tent. 

“He just needed to vent.” she answered as she picked up the guitar.

“I’n’t that what his wife is for?” he asked, jealousy clear in his tone. “Or his best friend?”

“Usually, but it’s kind of hard to vent to those people when they’re the ones he needs to vent about.” she answered as she started absentmindedly strumming a tune. “He found out about Shane and Lori.”

“Oh.” he said, realizing now he had no reason to be jealous.

“Yeah.” she sighed. “But at least now I don’t have to deal with the guilt of keeping that secret from him.” Seeing that the sun had almost completely sunk behind the tree tops, Cassie set the guitar aside, reached into the bag behind her and pulled out a shirt, only to realize it wasn’t her bag, but Daryl’s. She held a worn, brown plaid, button up shirt with the sleeves cut off in her hand. Getting an idea she stood up on her knees and zipped up the windows of the tent.

He could make out her silhouette and a few details in the dim lighting as he watched her strip out of her tank top and jean shorts, replacing them with his shirt that she buttoned the middle 3 buttons on. He admired her body as she sat down and leaned to the side, striking a match that she used to light the oil lamp that sat on the small stool in the corner of the tent. As the tent brightened she turned to look at him. “Fuck if that ain’t the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.” she just dropped her eyes with a blush and brushed her loose waves behind her ear. “Come ‘ere, Angel Eyes.” he told her with a jerk of his head.

His fingers threaded into her hair at her temple as she leaned down and caught his lips in a lingering kiss, humming when he lifted his head and deepened it. As they kissed she straddled his hips, being careful not to hurt his side. Daryl's hands grabbed her hips, rocking her into him. A sigh left his lips as she kissed down his jawline to his ear  “God I want you.” She whispered.

"I want you too, bot like this." He whispered as she kissed his neck. She pulled back, looking into his eyes with disappointment in hers. "I ain't gonna have your first time be shit because I'm too crippled to do it right." her face turned pouty. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it worth the wait.”

“You better.” she told him with a playful glare that made him smile before he caught her lips with his.

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|| Daryl Dixon x Maddie Green || TWD Rewrite || TAGLIST ||   • DADDIE🎶 • SHIPS OF YAIN •

Season One

Chapter 1 - Days Gone Bye

Chapter 2 - Guts

Chapter 3 - Tell It to the Frogs

Chapter 4 - Vatos

Chapter 5 - Wildfire

Chapter 6 - TS-19

Season Two

Chapter 7 - What Lies Ahead

Chapter 8 - Bloodletting

Chapter 9 - Save the Last One

Chapter 10 - Cherokee Rose

Chapter 11 - Chupacabra

Chapter 12 - Secrets

Chapter 13 - Pretty Much Dead Already

Chapter 14 - Nebraska

Chapter 15 - Triggerfinger

Chapter 16 - 18 Miles Out

Chapter 17 - Judge, Jury, Executioner

Chapter 18 - Better Angels

Chapter 19 - Beside the Dying Fire

Season 3

Chapter 20 - Seed

Chapter 21 - Sick

Chapter 23 - Walk with Me

Chapter 24 - Killer Within

Chapter 25 - Say the Word

Chapter 26 - Hounded

Chapter 27 - When the Dead Come Knocking

Chapter 28 - Made to Suffer

Chapter 29 - The Suicide King

Chapter 30 - Home

Chapter 31 - I Ain't a Judas

Chapter 32 - Clear

Chapter 33 - Arrow on the Doorpost

Chapter 34 - Prey

Chapter 35 - This Sorrowful Life

Chapter 36 - Welcome to the Tombs

Season Four

Chapter 37 -

Season Five

Season Six

Season Seven

Season Eight

Season Nine

Season Ten

Season Eleven

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Exerpt from my fic on AO3

"No man's land" chapter 9

Network 18+

Heather, Stacy, Dr. Wilson and Rainie were all waiting on the beach when they arrived. There were many more waiting just inside the gate, as well. The mood was grim after seeing the display of power their enemy had just created. The fact that it had nearly killed the two most capable people among them didn't help.

"Are you ok?" Heather rushed forward, looking both of them up and down. Everyone was talking at them all at once. Were the safe? Who was that? What had caused it? Wyn couldn't take it.

"We're fine, no thanks to you!" She yelled at Heather, shoving her back with both hands. Heather stumbled in the soft sand but did not fall.

"Me? What?" She replied. She seemed hurt and confused, at least to Daryl. Wyn stalked her, driving her back toward the gate.

"You were so desperate for dick that you went back to them and planned this! If you didn't want to be here, why didn't you just go with them?" She demanded as she drove Heather back further and further. The woman cowered from Wyn's wrath.

"Stop," Daryl told her firmly as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Wyn shook it off and spun to face him.

"Her scheming with Luke almost killed us!" She told him hotly.

"Luke?!?" Heather asked.

"You don't know it's her," Daryl tried to reason with her.

"Where's Mica?" Wyn asked Rainie, choosing to ignore Daryl's infuriating calmness.

"Uh... your cabin, I think..." the girl stammered a reply. She didn't want to even be in Wyn's line of sight at the moment. Wyn pushed past the women and through the gate. Daryl sighed and followed slowly. When Wyn reached the cabin, it was empty. She decided that since she was there, she needed to get into dry clothes and sat on one of the unused beds to take off her boots and socks.

She stood, her anger still like a raging storm inside of her. In frustration, she hurled first one boot and then the other across the cabin at the wall.

"You done throwing a fit?" Daryl asked after opening the door just in time to be narrowly missed by the second boot.

"Oh, fuck you!" She spat.

"You need to get your head on straight," he told her, closing the door behind himself.

"Who the hell are you to come waltzing in here, telling me what to do and how to feel? You're no white knight here to rescue the damsels in distress. How do I know you aren't one of them? Maybe Luke knew your name. Maybe you're the one telling him what's going on!" She accused. "Can you prove you are who you say you are?"

"Nope," he told her dryly. How was he staying so fucking calm!?!

"Because we have to be, if you want to get out of this," he told her stepping up to stand face to face with her. "You gotta get this temper tantrum out before you can think straight again? Take it out on me, not them. Take it out on me."

She was done with this, he didn't understand and she had no patience to make him. He stepped closer, his chest out and shoulders back, squaring up.

"Take it out on me," he said again, his voice a low rumble, like a tiger growling.

"Fuck off!" She said, trying to give him a shove. He didn't budge. Wyn glared at him before she tried again. However she moved, Daryl countered. She soon found herself with her back against the wall. She struck him, pushed him, and tried to kick him, but he would not budge. Ultimately, she became so vexed that she screamed and gave him everything she had. He took the body blows and blocked any shots to his face easily. When she finally stopped, out of breath and out of rage, Daryl looked down at her.

"Better?" He asked sarcastically. Wyn reached out and grabbed him by the belt, pulling him forward and hurriedly, desperately fumbling with the buckle.

"Not yet," she replied to his question. Daryl swatted her hand away, and she looked up and met his eyes. It was the first time they'd made eye contact since the boat. Her gaze was steady. It was even. It was SURE. He didn't need words to know how much she wanted his cock inside her. She reached for his belt again, but Daryl undid it himself, opening his fly and pulling his jeans low on his hips as she did the same with her own. It took both of them to wrestle her free of the clingy wet denim, which he tossed aside before pushing her roughly back onto her bed. They didn't bother with the rest of their damp clothing. It would take too long. As he climbed onto the bed beside her, he put two fingers in his mouth to wet them before shoving his hand between her thighs and jamming them up inside of her, hard.

The rush of blood to her pussy was immediate, and so was her arousal as he fucked her hard with his fingers. He removed his hands and grabbed her hips as he settled between her thighs. His head was down, his eyes focused on watching where he was lining himself up with her - he pushed in hard and fast, but only to a point. He was breathing heavily, biting his lower lip in concentration as he withdrew and pressed in farther until she was as far as she could open to him, the tip of his cock pressing against her cervix. He lifted her legs and pressed them back until her knees were nearly at her ears, and he began to pump hard into her, the whole bunk shaking with each thrust.

It was so good, oh God, had it always been so good? It was a desperate feral itch, and he was scratching it thoroughly.

He held on to the posts on either side of her to gain purchase because his legs were limited by the clinging, tight denim still around them. The first time he pulled himself forward into her with the strength of his arms, she cried out, her head crashing back into the headboard and her eyes rolling up into her head. She couldn't feel anything but Daryl. Daryl, on top of her, on either side, surrounding her and invading her. She couldn't think of anything else. She couldn't feel anything else as he railed her. She braced her hands against the headboard behind her, eager for more. He released her legs and reached down between their bodies and fumble at the tender skin above where they were joined. He fumbled and touched awkwardly until he felt her clench down around him. She shivered with her whole body.

"There?" He asked. Wyn nodded but couldn't speak. Daryl continued rocking his hips to push into her and withdraw as his rough fingertips bruised her sensitive clit. She was moaning and whimpering, her head thrashing from side to side, and he could sense her frustration. She was so fucking close!

Daryl lay his full weight on her, intending to switch to his other hand. Once they were chest to chest, though, Wyn slid her hand up into his hair and cradled the back of his head. Her other hand came up from under his arm to grasp his shoulder, her fingers digging in with bruising force as she rocked her hips with him to take him in deeper. Daryl could hardly breathe, he was overwhelmed by her. He matched her movements and felt Wyn begin to tremble. She bit down on the place where his shoulder curved into his throat and sucked at his skin to keep herself from screaming his name. The noise that Daryl made when she did this was closer to a growl than any human noise.

Her whole body trembled and stilled - he felt her squeezing and releasing around him in waves as she came.

"Damn..." He murmured on a breathy exhalation not meant for her ears. She released his throat from her bite and relaxed back against the pillow, drawing deep, thirsty breaths with her chest still heaving. Daryl let his head fall forward, his mouth at her temple and his beard scratching against the side of her face.

When he began to move this time, it was different. It was a slow, smooth movement inside of her - like someone feeling silk for the first time might run their fingertips along the fabrics soft, lush smoothness against their skin. It was the way a person might savor a particularly rich, decadent dessert as they tried to make it last longer.

The rest had been for Wyn - he was just giving her what she needed. It was a task to be undertaken - but this? This was for him. Daryl was biting his lip, his whole body moving with that slow, sumptuous caress - Wyn felt desired in a way she had never known for just a few moments. She felt every muscle in his flex, his body turning to rock on top of her, around her, inside... and she felt the surge of his climax mirroring her own. His heat spilling into her as a choked breath caught in his throat.

Then it was over. As he began to breathe again, he softened, his muscles relaxed and he was Daryl once again. He moved away from her to sit on the edge of the bed and started taking off his boots, his back to her.

"Better now?" He asked, that slight sarcasm was still there, but it was lighter. There was something more there, a hint of humor.

"Better," she replied quietly.

"Good, cause we got shit that needs doing," he told her as he slipped out of his wet jeans and replaced them with a dry pair. He didn't bother with underwear, she noticed. She felt shy suddenly, as if watching him dress was somehow more intimate than what they'd just done.

"Right," she agreed, sitting up and taking off her wet t-shirt, using it to wipe between her legs and catch his semen as she stood. She saw him cast a subtle glance her way as she tossed the shirt on the floor and slipped into a new shirt and pants. When she looked back at him again, he's found a dry t-shirt and put it on with a flannel over it. The silence was beginning to stretch out into awkwardness as they put their boots back on.

"Daryl..." she said softly.

"Ain't nothing that needs to be said," he told her shortly. "You got what you wanted. Now that you got your head on straight, we have to make a plan. First we have to talk to the others, especially Mica."

He popped a half smoked cigarette between his lips and lit it, taking two long drags before walking to the door and holding it open. He gestured for her to lead the way.

He was right, of course. There were more important things at hand.