#Daryl Dixon daughter

[darylsdelts]

Breathe

Darylxdaughter!reader

summary: Daryl is your father, upon entering Alexandria for the first night, you struggle with your anxiety and your Dad comforts you as best he can.

warnings: mentions of nausea, anxiety, panic attacks, fatherly comfort.

Arriving at the gates of the new community…Alexandria, you felt your stomach doing flips. Usually when kids were scared or nervous, they would hold onto their parents hand a little tighter but you were the opposite, you almost always were, in every way you were the opposite to ‘most kids’.

When the gates started to open, your father, Daryl reached for your hand, giving it a small squeeze. Your dad always knew what would get you anxious and he also knew how you tried to deal with the feeling, so he knew that you did not want to hold his hand right now, he knew it made you feel like the world was putting its entire weight on you. He also knew that you hated that he could always tell when you’d start feeling the tightness in your chest, it filled you with humiliation.

However, Daryl could feel his own chest tightening with anxiety. Bringing his child into a place that he’s unfamiliar with, full of people he couldn’t trust, scared the shit outta him. It filled him with guilt, knowing that he couldn’t ever promise you safety but he also wasn’t one to ever lie to you.

It was like some sort of internal humiliation, you hated that you couldn’t just breeze through certain situations like your Dad or like Rick, they were never scared of anything.

You swiftly pulled your hand from your fathers grip, earning a glance down in your direction which you tried your best to ignore, he had a way of making his gaze feel like it could burn you alive.

Despite not wanting to be touched or comforted, yous still stuck right by your fathers side. You hated admitting it but being next to your dad did comfort you and being in this foreign community, you needed that.

It felt like an eternity of standing next to Daryl, scuffing your feet against the smooth tarmac whilst the adults spoke about where y’all were gonna be sleeping. Your dad didn’t really give much input, he didn’t seem fond of this place so you decided you wouldn’t be either. You weren’t paying attention to the conversation but you assumed there had been some sort of arrangement when Daryl flattened his palm on your upper back and pushed you in the direction of a house that wasn’t claimed by a family yet.

When it was time to sleep, the group all slept on the floor together even though they all had beds now, and you wanted so badly to sleep in a bed. However, you understood why and you felt safer when you were with the whole group anyway.

But knowing that you were basically trapped in this new place made your tummy hurt and your lungs work a little harder. 

You were sat with your back against the wall, a small space between the windowsill and the cot that Judith was in, and your knees were drawn to your chest. You and your father were the only ones still awake, he was sat on the window sill and watching the darkness outside, always ready.

Your eyes scanned over your found family, all pairs of eyes were closed and they were all unconscious. 

You thought about the fact that this is what they’d all look like if they were all dead in front of you and you feel an uncomfortable wave of heat come over you, from your head to your toes and now your feet felt tingly. You started to overthink: were you really safe here? You felt safe if you were with your dad but with the way he was staring out the window, as if he was waiting for something bad to happen, didn’t make it seem like he felt safe here. What if this place was like terminus? They’re just pretending to be good people. Maybe you’ll wake up and everyone will actually be dead.

The room started to feel way too small, way too much like an enclosure.

You got up as quietly as you could, stepping carefully over your family and heading to the front door.

You were getting that weird feeling, the one where you feel like your heads being pulled back whilst your body drags you forward. Every time you’ve felt this way, your dad has been able to tell and every time he’d always get you to fresh air if you weren’t already outside, so that’s what you were doing.

Once you were on the porch, you shut the door as quietly as possible and walked to the corner of the wooden bannister, sliding down to the ground so that you were sat with your knees tucked against your chest again.

You attempted to take deep breaths like Dad had taught you to, you’d seen him do it himself sometimes too. Dad said that he sometimes got the same feeling as you got when he was scared… but he never really seemed scared.

You tried to keep up the breathing exercise but your jaw began to tingle and your head was getting a little fuzzy, you felt like you were really about to throw up.

You only ever got this bad twice.

The first was before the walkers were around, when you had to wait in your Dads truck whilst he visited grandpa Will. Dad never let you go in with him, you weren’t exactly sure why your dad still visited him because when he came back to the truck he was always angry but Dad never spoke about it. But you always got the bad feeling when your father was in there a little too long.

The second was on the farm, when Andrea shot Daryl in the side of his head, you were forced to sit down on a bench with Lori and Carl whilst Hershel tried to help your Dad. You were sure he was gonna be gone, you were so scared that you pretty much stopped breathing whilst Lori tried to assure you that your dad was strong and he’d be fine. That time you really did throw up.

You didn’t even realise the door had opened when you were pulled from your thoughts as you felt someone brush some hair out of your face.

You flinched and it took effort to focus your eyes on the person, but when you did you saw it was Dad.

“Hey… ya hearing’ me? Ya gotta breathe for me y/n”

Daryl rubbed his large hand on your shoulder and held his other hand under your chin to get you to look at him. When your breathing didn’t seem to slow down, he took your much smaller hand in his and put it flat on his chest.

“C’mon, just like Daddy, darlin’… nice n slow…”

Your tried your best, trying to match your fathers rise and fall of his chest. After about two minutes if repeating the slow breaths, you realised you had been crying. You hated crying, even in front of your Dad, sure, he’d seen you cry plenty but you still hated it, it made you feel so dramatic.

As soon as you realised how wet your cheeks were, you ducked your head down, your hair falling over your eyes.

Daryl knew you were trying to hide, and he let you for all of ten seconds before he sat with his back against the bannister with his legs out straight in front of him.

He snaked an arm around your shoulder and tried to pull you into him.

“C’mere”

When you forced your body to resist, he pulled a little harder.

“Baby, c’mere…”

You reluctantly let him pull you into his side and his hand smoothed over your hair repeatedly as you sniffled.

After a while, you finally spoke, trying desperately to sound angry at him.

“Ain’t a baby.”

You felt Daryl’s chest vibrate a little with a chuckle.

“Yer my baby, dun care how old…”

You didn’t say anything, you liked that he said that, it made you feel safe just like most things he said or did.

You both sat in silence for a bit, daryl still stroking your hair.

Until your Dad speaks in a low and quiet voice.

“I know yer feelin’ stuck n ya ain’t likin’ this place so far but we ain’t even been here one day yet. I dun like it either… feels like we’re all trapped or sum’n and I-“

He stops and sighs.

“Know ya don’t like tellin’ me when yer feelin’ scared or when yer gettin’ anxious but you gotta tell me, baby.”

When you don’t reply, he takes another deep breath.

“Listen, I dun know what ya need if ya ain’t gon’ tell me, darlin’.”

You shrugged a little, you didn’t exactly need anything, you just wished that you could know that you and your family would be fine, but your dad couldn’t promise that for you.

“This place makes my tummy hurt.”

Daryl sighed, feeling guilty that he couldn’t do much to help.

“Mine too… but I ain’t gon’ let nothin’ bad happen to ya, you know that, right?”

“I know… just wish my head didn’t go all weird n I could be strong like you…”

Daryl squeezed you tighter to him.

“You make me brave, y/n… wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have you”.

You couldn’t really understand that. Surely it would be easier to survive without having to worry about a kid. You didn’t understand that your father had meant what he said in a different way, he knew he would’ve given up a long time ago if he didn’t have you to look after, you were his only reason to fight because you were the only thing that mattered to him.

“And… you’ll get better at dealin’ with yer head, I promise… I used to get like that as a kid too… still do sometimes”, Daryl spoke out into the night, he’d never admitted to you that he had also dealt with the same thing at your age, and that he still sometimes had to deal with it. He knew that you saw him as invincible but he sure as shit weren’t, he’d had his fair share of panic attacks, plenty that had gone unnoticed by you and the group because he’d grown up having to learn how to make them invisible.

“Your brain goes weird too?”

“Mhm, sometimes… when things feel like they’re gettin’ too much… that’s why ya came out ‘ere, right?”

You nod against his shoulder, you had calmed down completely now and your eyes were beginning to drop closed against your will.

“I know…” he glances down at you. “C’mon... ya need rest, kid”.

You didn’t have the energy to protest when your Dad practically pulled you off the ground and guided back to the living area where the group was still sleeping. Daryl held both your shoulders as he pushed you toward the windowsill, where he sat down then pulled you down to lay your head in his lap. He laid his leather vest over your shoulders and then let one hand rest on the side of your head, his thumb stroking your hairline, of course he didn’t sleep, he stayed up all night, staring out the window. He still felt guilt eating away at him, he wished that you didn’t have to suffer with your anxiety the same way he did but he was at least glad that he could be there for you, that’s more than he had.

[boygiwrites]

TWD Harley D. Dixon Chapter List

Daryl Dixon & Daughter OC.

Gen Tags. Found family, Daddy issues, Abuse, Hurt and comfort, Gore.

Summary. Harley D. Dixon is a tough yet sweet little girl who until the dead started eating the living, thought she had seen it all. Alongside a mismatched group of survivors in rural Georgia, Harley and her Dad are forced to leave their small life behind and learn how to survive all over again through the horrors of the apocalypse.

— TW: This fic contains canon typical violence and gore, abuse, mentioned suicide, off-screen suicide, main character death, and has been described by my lovely readers over on Ao3 as 'gritty', 'intriguing', 'intense', and 'special'. Please read with caution!

— Note: Canon is only loosely followed. Some changes have been made to certain plot points to keep it fresh and interesting / account for the added character.

❤️Cross-Posted from Ao3.

Season 1 - 2 Word Count: 180,000 Season 3 - ? Word Count: 52,000

SEASON ONE.

Chapter 1: Them That Mourn.

Chapter 2: No More Songs.

Chapter 3: My Brave Girl.

Chapter 4: Not Quite Yet.

Chapter 5: Black Out Days.

Chapter 6: Angels and Devils.

Chapter 7: Nothing's Ever Ours.

Chapter 8: In Sheep's Clothing.

Chapter 9: Rest In Piece.

SEASON TWO.

Chapter 10: Play Stupid Games.

Chapter 11: Win Stupid Prizes.

Chapter 12: Daddy Dearest.

Chapter 13: A Plan And An Execution

Chapter 14: If Heaven Weren't A Lie.

Chapter 15: Mockingbird.

Chapter 16: Custody Battles.

Chapter 17: Every Corner.

Chapter 18: Custody Battles, Part II.

Chapter 19: Dreams Don't Go Unpunished.

Chapter 20: And Still Very Beautiful.

Chapter 21: Thoughts and Prayers

Chapter 22: Growing Pains.

Chapter 23: The Type Meant for Dying.

Chapter 24: Church and State

Chapter 25: And The Type That Ain't.

Chapter 26: The Last Sunday on Earth.

Chapter 27: A New Life, Pursued.

Chapter 28: These Old Homes.

SEASON THREE.

Chapter 29: From Little Seeds.

Chapter 30: Red Handed.

Chapter 31: Maturity.

Chapter 32: The Best of Us.

Chapter 33: Picket Fences.

Chapter 34: Fresh Air.

Chapter 35: A Short Walk.

Chapter 36: Paradise.

Chapter 37: A Piece of Me.

Chapter 38: Heroes, Old and New.

Chapter 39: Please Head Home.

[je-mama]

This is my first ever real fic, so spare me if there's spelling mistakes and all that sort of stuff X)

This is like dad Daryl-ish, where he meets a little girl and soon enough becomes her "father", or that's what it feels like.

Warning: nothing rlly

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"Rachel!" You heard your mother whisper to you, pulling you into a closet.

"What are you doing mama?" Rachel asked, looking up at her mother who's pushing herself into the closet aswell.

"We're going to play a game of silence, yeah? Who stays silent the longest wins, ready?" She whispered into her ear, holding her close. Rachel nodded, keeping her mouth shut, not knowing what was going on.

Soon they both heard people breaking into the store they've been hiding in, and due to the sudden noise, Rachel starts to tug her mother's shirt.

"Mama?" She whispered, but quickly shut up when her mother puts her hand over her mouth.

And soon, the closet door flew open, her mother taken out and Rachel being left alone, in a cold, dark closet. All she heard for the last few minutes were her mother's prayers, praying them to not hurt her baby girl, to leave her alive.

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A few days later Rick, Daryl and Glenn went on a run for food, water, whatever is and will be useful.

Rachel was still in that same closet, hungry, cold and absolutely terrified. But then she heard people come close. So she decided to carefully step out of it.

At the sudden noise, Daryl, who is grabbing some canned meat, turns his head around. Only to see a little girl whose no older than 7.

"What're ya doing here?" He asked, frowning at the little girl.

Which Rachel didn't reply to, only staring at him before taking a step back. She shook her head, too afraid to talk.

"C'mere kid, I ain't gonna hurt you." He mumbled, holding his hand out.

"No talking to strangers." Said Rachel, knowing that her mother taught her to never talk to people she doesn't know.

"You saw me, I saw you. We ain't strangers no more." He said in a slightly annoyed tone, slinging the bag over his shoulder.

"We got a save place, food, water, shelter..." He added, walking towards the little girl.

"C'mon. Just come. We're gonna get food for ya." He said as I held his hand out once again and Rachel took his hand into hers this time.

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Daryl, Glenn, Rick and Rachel all came back to Alexanderia, where others were surprise that a little girl came by.

Everyone accepted Rachel though, and Daryl took her in. Mainly because Rachel trusts him, and wouldn't let go off his side, like a damn koala.

But he'll gladly accept it, if she's happy he's happy, if she thinks of him as her father then she's his daughter.

"Kid. I gotta go." I mumbled, trying to get her to listen.

"No! Dont go!" She whined, holding onto his hand.

"I'll be back soon. Might get ya a toy or sum'." He sighed, pushing her hand away before walking off, leaving Rachel alone.

She doesn't like being alone, not after her mother died, but she's willing to accept it since she might get a new toy.

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Hours later Daryl came back, putting his crossbow on the coffee table before taking a deep breath.

"Rachel! Come 'ere!" He called out, which Rachel heard and ran towards her father.

"Yeah?" She said with a smile, hoping she got a new toy.

"Got you somethin', you like cats right?" He asked, which Rachel nodded excitedly to.

"Here ya go." He said as he gave her a cat plushie.

Rachel quickly took it from him, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Thank you! Thank you daddy!" She smiled wider, hugging the plushie to her chest.

She hugged Daryl soon after, which Daryl first reacted a bit uncomfortable with but soon enough hugged her back.

"Glad you're happy with it." He whispered, smiling softly as he saw his daughter with a bright smile on her face.

[poetoflawed]

Charms

Notes: not proofread, Tell me what you think and if i should do a pt.2! 1219 words DDxY/N - platonic (y/n is Daryl's younger sister) RGxY/N - platonic (Y/N sees rick like a dad and he sees her as a daughter) Daryl calls reader Arrow as a nick name and she calls him Boss man.

The Dixon's didn't have nice things. They were a family of pain and tragedy. The Dixon kids lived day to day. They wandered their little town to avoid the storm that was their father. They lived and learned in the woods.  The Dixon boys were hardened, their hearts constantly carried a protective shell, never letting anyone in. 

Well everyone except you. You were the youngest of the Dixon clan. You followed after your brothers ever since you could walk. Merle pretty much ignored you. Your cries falling on deaf ears when he was high sprawled out on the couch, while Daryl was at work. Left unanswered until the young man comes home. That was their life. The three of them, together, navigating the turmoil that was their lives. 

As the kids grew you and Daryl had an unbreakable bond. In her eyes he was the father figure she needed. He taught her how to hunt, how to fight, and how to be. Where Merle and their father failed Daryl stepped up. He was there when Merle took off. He was there when she was 6, teaching her how to punch when a boy pushed her off the swings. He was there when she was 11, teaching her how to fix anything mechanical, after a fight with their father ended with fists flying. He was there when she was 16, teaching her what she was worth when he sat with her after her homecoming date stood her up. No matter what he was there. Always caring and following like a friendly shadow. 

This all came to a head the day of your 10th birthday. The Dixon's didn't have nice things. Everyone knew that. But this was a special birthday. You had just withstood another angry tirade of their demon of a father. which had, later on in the night, resulted in her telling Daryl her feelings. 

“I know we can’t have nice things. I know it. But I feel like I can’t get normal soon.like if i dont have one thing to know i’m worth it, I'll be gone. Just like mama.” 

As you sob, Daryl, horrified, decides at that moment he was gonna give her something to tell her she's worth it. The next day Daryl staked out a mall. Found a nice store selling nice things, and that’s when he saw it. A tiny charm. The charm of a little bear. A charm that would represent the stolen childhood his sister deserved. So, he did what he knew. He boosted it. Slipped it into his pocket, and walked out of the mall. 

Looking back now Daryl thinks that was the first time he REALLY saw you smile in years. It was the first smile that reached your eyes. 

“This is your childhood, it's silver and shiny and new. It's something nice so you know you’re worth it.” 

He couldn’t know this but that charm was your saving grace. Once the world fell, that charm told you you were worth it everytime it hung around your neck. It was your most prized possession. You were 20 when the world fell. Fresh faced and away from home. As soon as you could you said your goodbyes and left for Atlanta. Daryl understood but couldn’t leave Merle.You called and talked with him but when the world fell, after months of searching, your hopes were crushed. He was gone and you were never gonna see him ever again. 

You don't know how long you were alone for but  running into the sheriff Grimes was your second saving grace. He kept you alive and you helped him fed. You formed an unlikely friendship. He replaced a hole that once housed your brother and you reminded him of his son. All wide eyed and smart. You traveled together determined to return him to his family. As the journey progresses your little group expands. You meet a woman named Andrea, and a man named Morales. Who explains they have a group of survivors. A group they would like you to join With both your and Rick's hopes wearing thin, you decide to go with the group. As the truck you’re all in pulls up on the camp the two survivors get out. You see Rick in the passenger seat with his face in his hands 

“Listen, if you start to get antsy we can always leave and keep looking.” you say to ease his worry. 

“Yeah. you're right.” He slowly gets out of the truck, helping you out the back. Both of you slowly walk up the gravel road. Him slightly ahead, a protective habit. You see Andrea and Morales, reunite with their families and your heart warms. With a hand on Rick’s back you walk up the road with him waiting to see what happens.  Morales seeing you two walk up calls you over,

“Hey helicopter boy! Come say hello!” With your head down, you and Rick walk up to morales. That's when you see it. Rick looks like hes seen a ghost. 

“What? What is it?” you say coming around to see him,

“Oh my god…”  

“What dad? What?” your holding his arm now when he speeds up walking.

Gently, he brushes you off and starts running, running straight into the arms of a boy…

Straight into the arms of his son. Your eyes tear in joy and in pain. You knew he only had you with him for help. He let you call him dad, but at the end of the day this boy was his kid not you. You stood there feeling more alone than ever. 

You watch as a family is made whole again. And that’s when the woman spots you. From what Rick’s told you it must be Loiri. 

“Whos that?” she whispers.

“Shes with me. Shes part of our family.” he explains how you helped keep him alive and bring him back to them. 

As this is all happening you are standing looking really out of place. Unsure where to go. Thats when you’re engulfed in the woman’s arms

“He told me you saved him. He told me you call him dad. If you want to stay we will be your family.” your sobs of relief are your only response. That is until both your eyes are torn over to the commotion being started by a man rounding a parked trailer.

The other members of the group are trying to break up a fight between Rick and a man. Breaking from the hug you rush into the fight,

“DAD!” you scream pulling the other man off. You punch him square in the jaw, which frankly just pisses him off, without looking to see WHO hit him his fist rears back and hits you straight on in the mouth. You fall back and the other men rush the now separated men.

Rick, rushes over to you

“You ok!?” he asks 

“Peachy” you mumble spitting some blood into the dirt. 

As rick helps you up you hear the other men speaking to daryl. 

“Jesus man!”

“Daryl, what on earth were you thinking!” 

Now that catches your attention. 

“Daryl?” 

“Yeah? What?” Hes practically growling and shivering with rage,

“Daryl its me… its Arrow!”

Daryl slowly lifts his head as he catches his breath. 

“Arrow… what…?” hes looking at you fully now,

“Look, look, it's me Boss man.” slowly you pull out a chain from around your neck. Hanging in the middle is a little bear charm. 

He looks at you and slowly starts walking up to you until hes only a few inches away from you.

“Arrow, OH MY GOD ARROW!” suddenly hes there. Hes Holding you, and your not alone anymore suddenly your family is whole and happy and you realize, 

The Dixon's do have nice things.

[aspenmissing]

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ɢᴜᴛꜱ - ʀɪᴄᴋ, ʏ/ɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀɴɴʏ ᴊᴏɪɴꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛᴀ. ʏ/ɴ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴜɴᴄʟᴇ, ᴡʜᴏᴍ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴛᴇʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴏɢꜱ - ʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ, ʀɪᴄᴋ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏɴ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏ/ɴ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ - ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀꜱ - ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏꜰᴛᴏᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴄᴜᴇ ᴍᴇʀʟᴇ, ʏ/ɴ'ꜱ ᴜɴᴄʟᴇ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴠᴀᴛᴏꜱ - ɪɴ ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛᴀ, ʀɪᴄᴋ'ꜱ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴꜰʟɪᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀᴛᴏꜱ, ᴀ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴏꜰ ʟᴀᴛɪɴᴏꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘ ɢʟᴇɴɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʏ/ɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇxᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʀɪᴄᴋ'ꜱ ʙᴀɢ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ-ᴏꜰꜰ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀᴛᴏꜱ' ʙᴀꜱᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ɴᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀᴛᴏꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴡɪʟᴅꜰɪʀᴇ - ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅɪꜱᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰᴀᴄɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ, ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴜʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴ ɪɴꜰᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴊɪᴍ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴛꜱ-19 - ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅɪꜱᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴇᴀᴅQᴜᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ, ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴛɪꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴅʀ. ᴇᴅᴡɪɴ ᴊᴇɴɴᴇʀ ʜɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴍᴀɴʏ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇ ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘꜱᴇ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

[uptondixon]

"I know I’m not perfect, but I do try my hardest." Daryl said while, surprisingly, looking you in the eye.

You were confused, Daryl's wasn't that straightforward with his feelings. "What? What do you mean?"

His gaze didn't wander "I'll try my hardest to not let that happen to you."

Realization hit you like a truck. He was talking about her.

"I failed Sophia, but I promise I won't fail you." These words were said with a tone of sentiment you never heard from Daryl before.

You were at a loss of words, big eyes staring back at the man before you.

After today, you truly lost a part of your faith in the world. But it seemed you just gained something too.

"I know, Daryl."

"And I love you for it."

Prompt 42 from @positivelyholland Parental Writing Prompts

[sheriffgrimes-archerdixon]

The hat

Summary: reader goes missing and only leaves one sign of life: the sheriff’s hat Carl had given to her.

Tw: angst, gore, walkers (both characters are 18!!)

Rick grimes’ sheriff’s hat had been passed down many times. And Carl took it upon himself to give it to you, as a sign of protection of some kind. Carl when he was little always stated that when his dad would wear the hat then he would be protected from all the violence in the world, and in some ways he was correct… but all of that hope and belief turned into some sort of horror as soon as Carl stumbled upon the sheriff’s hat left discarded on the floor.

“Y/n!!” Carl yelled as he ran around desperately searching for you, running upstairs of the home and downstairs, the gated community of Alexandria was safe.. always.. but you’d never leave without telling him. The hat was held in his hand before he eventually put it down on top of his head as he sprinted back downstairs palm skimming lightly against the banister before he stumbled outside seeing Rick talking to michonne. “Dad!!” Carl practically screamed, making the former sheriff’s head snap in his direction seeing the sheer fright on his sons face “woah… what’s wrong?” His hand came to rest against carls shoulder to try and calm him down “y/n’s missing!”

“Missing?” Rick spoke confused, Carl nodding breathing heavily “I found the hat discarded… I looked all around but I can’t find her. I asked Eugene and Rosita but they said they didn’t see her go out.” Rick’s face twisted with concern, his hand coming up to rub against his forehead, pinching against the bridge of his nose “she doesn’t just leave she would’ve told me!” Carl spoke with wide worried eyes, Rick nodding, hand quickly tentatively grabbing onto the boys shoulder “I know. I know… it’s unlike her. I’ll get a few people to go out and look for her. She couldn’t of gone far.” And as Carl’s lips parted Rick only shook his head already knowing what he was going to say. “No. You stay here… I know how much you love that girl. I don’t want you getting hurt by jumping into action..” he spoke simply, Carl disliked that, but knew damn well his dad was right. And so he would just have to sit and wait around for good news.

—

Hours had passed by and although multiple search groups had been sent out, they had returned empty handed and now it was dark. The sheriffs hat was still planted firmly upon Carl’s head. He couldn’t sit still. He couldn’t calm down either. You and Carl were best friends, you had been best friends for a long long time even before the apocalypse and now with you missing he was beyond terrified for you.

Carl had dinner with his dad and michonne, not being able to eat much- too nervous. “Do you think she’s dead?” He questioned, Rick giving him an almost warning look to not give up before silently shaking his head. No one else spoke a word, as often times if you speak of something you fear then it will happen. Even as dinner was finished and everyone went to bed, Carl remained wide awake, now sat upon his bed packing a bag. He wasn’t going to give up. He was going to find you. As he zipped up his bag he threw it over his shoulder, opening the bedroom window and carefully climbing out, carefully so, until he felt his feet hit the floor before he immediately but quickly fled towards the gates that were left unattended, he silently slipped out of the gate shutting it behind himself before he began the long hike to try and find you.

-

Carl walked for ages and now it was pitch black, he continued searching around for you, but it was practically impossible to find you. He was growing worried and more sure about the fact that you had been killed until he heard an abrupt scream- his head snapping in the direction of the sound before he began sprinting wasting no time to come to this persons rescue hoping it was you. He saw and heard walkers all around but he didn’t stop, until he blindly slammed into something or rather someone. He feared it was a Walker but as he pulled back and saw your familiar face, dirty and mucky his eyes widened “y/n!” He exclaimed his eyes remaining wide, watching as your eyes teared up “Jesus Christ where were you?!” His hands came to caress against your face the groaning of incoming walkers getting closer and closer but Carl was in too much shock.

“I wanted to impress Daryl. By hunting a deer… he has been teaching me all these techniques and tricks to follow the markings on the ground but.. I— I guess I’m not ready.” Carls brows furrowed, but he knew how you always critiqued yourself way too often and constantly wanted to impress “fuck y/n.” He murmured shaking his head before he stood up grabbing onto your hands and pulling you up, instantly noticing the limp you had but he didn’t question it, instead wrapping your arm around his shoulder as he began helping lead you away from the herd of walkers. Your breathing was heavy as you gripped onto him “I- I just wanted to try and be an adult.” You spoke to him quietly “well you’re not. And if you keep pulling dangerous shit like this you’ll get yourself killed!” His words were harsher than they intended to be, and he immediately felt guilty for the way he spoke to you, murmuring an apology to you as he helped guide you somewhere safe.

-

Eventually the two of you found an old abandoned house, in the middle of no where. He helped you sit down before he sat down keeping his eyes on you worried and upset before he shook his head “you could’ve been killed.” He murmured and you nodded slightly embarrassed before looking down. He exhaled softly before he pulled the hat from his head and slowly popped it back onto your head leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek “next time you do that… wear your hat.” He spoke with a small smile, hand caressing against your cheek.

“Okay… deal..” you said with a small smile, you knew Rick and michonne were going to kill you and murder Carl for being this stupid. “You missed by the way.” You spoke with a playful grin and Carl raised his brows before you puckered your lips making Carl laugh “god you’re unbelievable sometimes.” He muttered before nonetheless leaning in and kissing you on the lips gently. “My dads gonna kill me.” He murmured against your lips and you smiled “oh no.” You spoke sarcastically a playful offended look appearing on carls face before he rolled his eyes “unbelievable.” He chuckled shaking his head.

(Part two on reuniting Rick and michonne+ their reaction?? Maybe? Lmk!!)

This took me forever to get out. Im sorry!!!

[coqvttes]

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ - ❝ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢'𝐦 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 ❞

[sunnybunnyy2]

Dark Cell

Daryl Dixon x platonic!reader

Negan smith x daughter!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.1k TIME: Season 7 Warnings: imprisonment, mentions of saviours, mentions of Glenn and Abraham, mentions of dog food

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Daryl could feel the gazes on him as he swept the outside of the Sanctuary. Most of them were laughing and taking joy out of his humiliation, others were with pity.

Most of the pity looks were coming from the women and the others were from men that had gone through a similar situation as him before they had rolled over and submitted to Negan.

Negan

Even the name left a bad taste in his mouth, the mere thought of thinking of the heartless man caused vile to raise up his throat before he pushed it down to continue with his daily punishment.

He would sit in his cell for two days, sitting in the pitch black, the only sound that filled the small space was the heavy foot steps of those who walked by and the maddening sound of ‘easy street’ booming on replay. The only food that was spared to him was the leftover bread and expired wet dog food. Then he would be put to work for two days, working for sixteen hours a day before being returned to his cell for Dwight to humiliate him all over again.

Sometimes if he got lucky Negan would bring him to Alexandria and even if it was to make a joke out of him, he craved to make sure his family was okay.

It killed him that he couldn’t reach out and hug his family, his brother and he knew it killed Rick too.

He knew how Rick was, he cared more about his people then he did himself. He would always put himself in harms way to protect his group and it was in his best interest to just cooperate with Negan and his demand to save everyone in Alexandria from suffering the same fate as Glenn and Abraham had on that fateful night.

A hard shove snapped him out of his thoughts as a saviour glared up at him from his slightly smaller frame and as he did he finally caught your eye.

He realized you must’ve been around Carl’s age, you were wearing light blue jeans and an orange sweater that dipped down the shoulders, your eyes tightly locked on his face.

He turned his head back to the task at hand and continued his work not wanting to receive an unnecessary punishment.

It almost caused embarrassment to consume him. He was never like this, he would never cower in fear of somebody. He promised himself he would never back down but for the well-being of everyone in Alexandria, he swallowed his pride and allowed himself to be made a fool.

….

He heard light foot steps making there way down the hallway. He had just assumed a women would be on night watch, he certainly wasn’t expecting you to be opening his small, dark cell.

His questioning eyes watched you as you left the door open a small sliver, just enough to shine a little light into a certain part of the cell but left it closed enough that it wouldn’t be noticed if someone had decided that, that was the best time to look down the doomy hallway. A small plate was in your grasp leaving a sick feeling in his stomach at having to eat another dog food sandwich, but his worry was quickly put to rest when you took a seat in the corner closest to the ajared door.

“I’m not here to hurt you. I promise.” You finally spoke as you noticed the look he was giving you.

He noticed you look down at the plate before slowly sliding it over to him and it was just then that he realized it’s contents. It was two sandwiches, they were made with white bread, some kind of cold cut meat and they contained lettuce, tomato and what he assumed was mustard.

“It’s for you. Sorry I couldn’t make something else, It’s just really late and the cook went out for a smoke break so it was all I had time to grab. I wasn’t really sure what you liked so I just assumed. I hate tomatoes and mustard but I didn’t think you did.” You rambled on anxiously toying with your fingers as you looked at him, and as you did you noticed the reluctant look on his face.

“Go ahead, it’s okay.” He looked at it for a few more minutes, silence filling the room as you stared down at the ground before your eyes snapped up at the sound of him grabbing the plate before stuffing his face with its contents.

You heard a sound leave his lips as he ate the most fresh and real food he has had in more then two weeks.

“Hopefully it’s okay, I mean it has to be better then what they feed people over here.” There was no response only the sound of chewing filled the room. Normally the sound would make you cringe but you were just happy he was finally eating something good.

It only took a few minutes for the sound to dim into nothing as he quietly placed the plate back where you had originally placed it.

His eyes left the floor and met yours through his dark hair, and he looked at you for a moment before he gave you a slight nod.

If you hadn’t been paying close attention to the larger man you wouldn’t have noticed but you were. You could see the uncertainty in his gaze as well as the appreciation.

“I can bring you something else next time. I might just cook it in my room and try and bring it to you a bit earlier.”

He just continued looking at you, as if to decipher if you were lying or not before looking away.

“Is there anything you like?” You asked turning your head to try and catch his eye but it was useless.

You let out a light sigh in understanding before reaching to grab the plate, slowly pulling yourself to your feet as you pushed the door open quietly and just wide enough to squeeze through. As you did so you were halfway through the door, when you heard the deep but scratchy voice.

“Thank you.” As all that was said and when you turned your head you saw him now facing you. You couldn’t see his eyes due to the lack of light and his long hair but you could only assume he was looking at you.

A smile pulled at your lips as you mutter an “Of course.” Before you finally exited the cell, quietly closing and locking it as you tiptoed your way to your overly large room. When doing so your eyes landed on the watch on your wrist that read 2:10 am, thank god your dad was asleep.

[pixie-ass]

Daryl Dixon and the Farmers Daughter

"You think I'm pretty and I like the way you talk"

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵

"I think we're going to get along

I like the way you wear your sweater off your shoulder

The way your hair come down and make you look older

How you get so handsome, my boy?"

video credits- made by me!

ive had this stuck in my brain for so long, need to be daryls farmer girlfriend brainrot, might write a fic if I can figure out how to get my words together!

[villifix]

I need uncle Merle dealing with a roady teen daughter Dixon 🙏🧍🏾

i was pretty sure anon was asking for a rowdy teen dixon so this is you... kinda being a little shit 🫵🏻🤨

⛧°｡⋆༺♱༻⋆｡°⛧

uncle!merle and teen!reader

⛧°｡⋆༺♱༻⋆｡°⛧

• merle honestly thinks you're hilarious

• man, he could listen to you all day

• he loves that you're not afraid to be yourself even when some of the more tame personalities around you like to give you the side-eye

• you seemed to take after the loud and mischievous parts of your uncle merle, and all of the hotheadedness that daryl used to have

• you know how whenever a fight breaks out, daryl's just like "fuck it we ball"? yeah you take after your dad in that aspect

• when you get into fights, your uncle merle backs you up literally every time, even if you started it

• when you're the one that started it, daryl's trying to reprimand you and merle's just like "that little shit's been askin' for it anyways"

• god it pisses daryl off. he's trying to teach you to be more considerate with your actions so you don't end up in some of the situations he's gotten himself into, and here merle is just acting like you were justified when he doesn't even know the story

• HOWEVER, everything has a limit and when you really start to act reckless or lash out and disrespect daryl, he takes it seriously

• especially if you're disrespecting daryl

• you two would actually get into an argument about it. you don't see what the big deal is, and uncle merle is NOT having it

• you honestly weren't prepared for the way he laid into you

• "you think this is damn funny? you ever seen them scars on your daddy's back? our daddy would have put us six feet in the ground for the shit yer pullin'. he didn't make us dinner, he didn't give us a hug when we were sad, he sure as hell didn't try'n talk to us when we were actin' out. you know what he did? he beat our asses til' we cried and bled. a belt, a switch - shit, he would'a used a whip if he had one. you got a good daddy, girl. he loves the shit outta you. he ain't never raised a hand to you. hell, he ain't hardly even raised his voice at'cha. you better be real grateful for what'chu got and stop actin' like you ain't got no sense. you ain't that damn stupid. now you take your ass in there, give yer daddy a kiss and tell 'im yer sorry 'fore i lose my damn patience."

• talk about being humbled...

• he's definitely not as patient as daryl tries to be with you when your behavior goes too far; he's straight to the point and tells you when you need to cut shit out

• outside of putting yourself in danger or disrespecting your dad though, he really just lets you be yourself. he admires the way you resemble different parts of your family's personalities even if others don't seem them as very admirable. he knows he isn't one to talk about minding manners or playing nice with others and he doesn't care to as long as you're safe and remember to show respect to the people that are looking out for you

[jamiejabbers]

Unseen Bonds

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Daughter Reader

(this is my first time writing please don’t hate but I’ll take any tips! hope you enjoy, xx)

The afternoon sun dipped behind the hills of Hershel’s farm, casting long shadows across the field. Daryl leaned against the porch railing, his eyes fixed on the treeline, though his mind wasn’t on walkers. It was on the girl he’d barely known how to raise.

Harley sat a few feet away, perched on the edge of the steps, her blonde hair tangled in the wind. She stared down at the ground, tracing patterns in the dirt with the toe of her boot. She was silent, as she often was, except when she was with Carl Grimes. Daryl watched as Carl approached her, carrying a small rock he’d found by the creek.

“Hey, Harley,” Carl said, a grin breaking across his face. “Look what I found. It’s got this weird shape, kinda like a dinosaur tooth, maybe.”

Harley looked up, her blue eyes brightening just a bit. “That’s not a dinosaur tooth, Carl,” she replied, a small smile tugging at her lips. “It’s a piece of quartz. Probably got chipped off from one of the bigger rocks by the river.”

Carl’s face flushed a little, embarrassed, but he shrugged. “Well, maybe you can teach me about rocks sometime,” he said.

“Maybe,” Harley replied with a shrug, but there was a playful glint in her eyes.

Daryl turned his gaze back to the woods. He wasn’t sure how to reach her, how to fix what Merle had broken in her. He’d tried to shield her from his brother’s rough ways, but she’d seen too much, heard too much, for him to ever pretend things were normal. She was smart, street-smart, like he was, and maybe that was part of the problem. She’d grown up too fast.

He saw Carl whisper something to her, and she laughed — a soft, sweet sound he rarely heard from her. His heart clenched in his chest. He wondered if he’d ever hear her laugh like that with him.

He grunted, turning away, but Harley’s voice stopped him.

“Daddy?” she called, her voice soft but clear.

Daryl turned back, surprised. She rarely addressed him so directly.

“Can I help you with something? Maybe... go hunting later?” she asked, her tone hesitant, like she was testing the waters.

Daryl blinked, taken aback. He scratched the back of his neck, trying to hide the small flicker of hope rising in his chest. “Yeah… yeah, alright. Could use another set of eyes out there. You gotta be quiet, though.”

Harley smiled, just a little. “I can be quiet.”

Carl grinned. “She’s better than anyone,” he added proudly.

Daryl gave a short nod, trying to act casual, but inside, he felt something shift — a small crack in the walls between them. Maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to bridge the gap that had always been there. He’d never been good with words, but maybe he didn’t need to be. Maybe showing her how much he cared in his own way was enough.

“Come on, then,” Daryl said, turning toward the woods. Harley stood, handing Carl the rock with a grin before trotting down the steps to join her father. She fell into step beside him, quiet but close.

For now, it was enough. They walked side by side into the thickening shadows, knowing that in this broken world, they’d face whatever came together, one step at a time.

[boygiwrites]

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Author's Note.

— TW: DISCUSSION OF HARLEY'S SA. It's gonna be integrated into the story, guys! Beware!

Who's ready to get rescueeeed?! 🙈😉

"Harley?"

My lips are tinglin', is the only thought that floats through my mind, like a lost bobber in the ocean.

"Baby, say somethin'," My Dad tries again a minute later, more of a plea than a demand.

I hug my knees tighter to my chin.

"I'on know what to do," He mutters after the silence stretches on for too long, slouched on the floor in the opposite corner of the room with a sense of defeat. He rests his beaten, sweaty temple against the wall as he stares longingly at me, but it ain't me he's talking to anymore. At least, I'on think it is. He's talking to Glenn on the other side, whose voice I've almost forgotten is attached to a real person.

"Daryl, please," Glenn begs him, "I know it's hard, but you have to tell me what happened in there."

"He—," Dad starts, unable to get the words out right, like they taste of somethin' foul. "He made her—..."

Desperate, he insists, "He made her, what, Daryl?"

He can't say it.

I didn't wanna kiss Philip. Less than I've ever wanted to step on a rusty nail or swallow a raw egg, I did not wanna kiss Philip. Dad knows that. He has to. There was a gun to my head. He saw. If I had kicked him or punched him or cussed him out some more, like any brave person would do, like I was sure I was gonna do, he would'a shot me dead. But instead, now, my lips are tingling.

That's how I know he's still not gone, because his warm, chapped lips are brushing against mine, and our noses are tickling against each other, and his breath is ghosting across my face. I'm in two moments at once, trapped between nothing.

Don't move, Harley. I can still feel the gun trained on my head. Don't move.

"He made her kiss him," He eventually admits, his voice echoing weakly off the concrete walls. "Made her kiss him on the mouth."

There's a painful silence emanating from Glenn's side of the wall for what feels like a long, long time.

"He's a fucking monster," He exclaims quietly after I'd thought he'd say nothing, his chin trembling with anger easy to imagine.

"She won't talk." Dad continues staring at me, like he just can't pull his eyes away. I wish I could shrink into the sharp point between the walls and the floor until I fold in on myself like a little origami creature and disappear forever. Stop lookin' at me, I mentally scold him, sounding a lot more passionate in my head than the empty, heavy feeling I've got in my chest. "Won't let me touch her."

"This is Merle's fault," Glenn tells him matter-of-factly. "As much as it is Philip's. He let this happen."

"No." Dad mumbles, sounding sure. "Ya don't know my brother. He loves Harley more'un anythin'. This weren't him."

"He's a bad person, Daryl."

"You think I'on know that?" He shoots back, pausing for a long moment before adding, "I'd made my peace with him bein' gone."

"Sorry, I just—... I don't know how they're getting away with this."

"It's fine. Sky's blue. Shit stinks." Dad says, wincing as he feels along his jaw, coughing up another bloody molar. "Fuck."

"How bad are you hurt?"

"Got the Chicklets beat outta me," He licks his bloody lips, groaning, "But I ain't dead, yet. You?"

"Not dead," He agrees, but he don't sound too far from it. I try to remember everything Herschel's ever said about sepsis, but my thoughts are dashing around my head like spooked rabbits, disappearing and reappearing into hidden pockets I can't reach.

Maybe if I stare at the floor hard enough — It's grey, concrete, speckled with dirt — it'll all go away.

"Shut up in there!" A guard suddenly shouts from outside, making us both flinch. "No talkin'!"

Don't move, Harley.

"When are you gonna let us outta here?" Dad shouts back angrily. "Ya feel good about yerself, lockin' up a lil' girl?"

"You ain't heard me the first time? Shut up!"

After that, he stops beggin' me to talk to him.

From the porch of our trailer house, I watch as Mandy's small, white car crawls up our driveway.

How did I get here, I ask myself, looking around at all the people gathered in our front yard. The sound of cheering and whistling cuts through the warm air like it's the fourth of July, the smells of sizzling meat drawing my attention to the back of the crowd. There's our shirtless neighbour, Mark, wearing his cheap, black apron — The one that says, King of the Grill — as he flips hotdogs and dances to the radio sitting nearby. There's his skinny sister, Hannah, with her chubby baby sat on her hip, and their nephew, Timmy.

I recognise most of the people here. Neighbours, people from Dad's old job at the mechanic's, friends.

A memory, I realize — It's the day my Dad came back from prison.

"I know that's right," Merle whoops as the car comes to a stop, the engine shutting off. He grabs my hand and Tank follows us down the porch steps, the cheering growing louder by the second. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was at a concert for a rockstar. I'm frightened, excited, angry. I'm about to see my Dad. After four years, he's here. "My brother! Daryl motherfuckin' Dixon!"

I squeeze Merle's hand tighter as my Dad steps outta the passenger seat, closing the door behind him.

"Daddy," I exclaim, my voice lost to the noise, but somehow, he hears me.

"You're so big," Is the first thing he says to me, and he looks proud and sad at the same time, bending down to wrap me in a hug. I make sure he knows how much I missed him by squeezing him so tight I hear him grunt in pain. "I missed you so much, baby."

He weren't here for my birthdays. He weren't here when I got that certificate at school. He weren't here at all. I feel like I don't know him anymore, but at the same time, it's like no time has passed at all. I mean, how much can a Dixon really change?

All of a sudden, there's something fluffy and slobbery forcing its way between us.

"Tank," I complain with a giggle, pulling away.

"Hey, boy," Dad laughs as he pets the big dog. "You miss me, too?"

"Not as much as I did," Merle jokes as Dad stands up and lifts me up to sit on his hip. "Four fuckin' years, huh, buddy?"

"Four years," Dad agrees as they share a hug, before he pulls away to gawk at all the people that showed up for him. "Hey, y'all."

"At least let him put his shit away first, ya vultures," Mandy scoffs. She steps outta the driver's side of the car and spits her bubble-gum onto the ground, sending her boyfriend a sassy look. "I'm sorry to say, Mark, but yer hotdogs ain't that good."

"Love you to, darlin'," The king of the grill laughs.

"Nah, Mandy, it's alright. I'm starvin'," Dad smiles. "The shit they serve in prison ain't even fit fer pigs."

"Get on in here, then, man!" Mark beckons him with a wave of his spatula. "We got plenty to go around!"

The crowd is swallowing us up and congratulations are flying left and right. My Dad is a hero. He's the reason I'm still here. He's the reason everybody else's kids are safe to play outside, without the threat of Ronnie lingering around any longer. He's got double the balls these people could only dream of havin', the brave underdog rising from the ashes, returning home from war. We ain't always the most functional of neighbours and friends, but we get shit done to protect our own in this part of town and we're proud of it.

Soon, I'm sitting on Dad's lap and I'm feeling like a princess, ketchup and mustard smeared all over my face as I chow down on my fat hotdog. I can't stop smiling. There ain't nowhere else I'd rather be than here, even after everythin' that's happened.

My Dad is a hero, and for the first time in my life, it feels like we've won something.

"Long as me and Merle are here," He promises me once everyone's attention is elsewhere, "Ain't nothin' gonna happen to you."

I smile back at him.

I believe him with my whole heart.

"Get up."

I wake to the sound of a guard's gravelly voice.

What? What's going on?

"Get up!"

My Dad cries out in pain.

There's a gun pointed in my direction. No. No, not again.

"Wakey-wakey! Let's go!"

The guard uses his free hand to force Dad to his feet, shoving him toward the door.

"No—" Dad croaks, turning to look at me. "Harley—"

"Let's go!" The guard roars, and suddenly my Dad don't look like much of a hero at all. "Let's fucking go!"

He's taking him away.

He's taking my Dad away.

"Hey!" Glenn shouts, banging against the wall. "Hey, what are you doing to them?!"

"Shut up! Let's move!"

I should get up. I should help Dad. But I can't make myself do it. I'm stuck somewhere inside myself, unable to pull the strings. All I do is cower deeper into myself, hugging my knees so tightly I think I might implode. I can't move. Don't move. The Governor might come back. I don't want him to come back. Terrified, I watch Dad stumble across the room, his pleas desperate, panicked, useless.

Then the door is slamming shut and I'm all alone.

"They's gonna cut his throat open," I frantically whisper to myself. "They's gonna cut his throat open."

Why didn't I move?

"Harley?" Glenn calls out.

"They's gonna cut his throat open."

"Harley?" He tries again, his tone softening. "Harley, listen to me. It-It's alright. I'm— I'm here, okay?"

"No, you ain't!" I shout at the wall. I'm alone. I'm all alone in here. "You ain't here, Glenn!"

"I am," He insists. "It's just an inch or two of concrete, and then I'm right here. Please calm down. It's gonna be okay."

"I want my Dad!"

"Take a deep breath. I'm gonna do it with you, okay? Ready?"

Kicking my feet against the floor, I shriek, "I want my Dad!"

"Harley?"

"I want my Dad!"

"You motherfuckers!" He suddenly turns his attention away from me, shouting out at the guards in pure anger, voice cracking. "This is inhumane! You've got a little girl in here — She can't take this! She can't! Don't you have a conscience?!"

"This is the safest place for her right now," A guard argues back. "You'd do best to shut up."

"The safes—? Are you kidding me? Where the Hell is her family?"

I swear I hear him snicker. "They're kinda busy right now, but you can check back in on 'em later."

"What does that mean?"

"Governor's gonna make 'em fight," He sounds pleased to admit. "Give the people a show. Make an example outta them."

Example? A show?

I don't know what that means. What does that mean? Is giving people a show worse than gettin' yer throat cut? Are they gonna die?

"What?" Glenn exclaims in confusion. "How is he getting away with all of this?"

"You'd be amazed, the shit people get used to when they're promised a home. Every time you think the line's been crossed—..."

"Do they know he kissed a little girl? Do they know that?"

He says nothin'.

"Daryl's daughter," Glenn pleads with him. "Merle's niece. You can't do this to them. You can't do this to her."

"I'm just a guard, buddy."

"Fuc— Come on!" I hear him hit the wall in a burst of outrage. "You know this is wrong. You know it!"

"This is the cost of safety," The guard scolds him. "We got a system here. I'm prepared to uphold it, and if that's wrong, so be it. Y'all ain't the only people in the world with kids and family to protect, alright? Don't act like you're above us. We all sin."

"We don't take children hostage," Glenn retorts hotly. "We don't make people fight like dogs."

Nothin', again.

"Please," He continues, "Just let him take his daughter home. We've all paid the price, okay? You got your hits in. It's over."

We wait a long time for the guard to answer.

"Please. Hello?"

This is it. This guard don't care. He's gonna let us all die in here because a paradise is still paradise if it's paid for in blood.

"Please, just think about this. Please."

It ain't no use.

"Are you ther—?"

BANG!

I flinch.

A gunshot. That was a gunshot. My own squeal of fright is the last thing I hear before my heartbeat takes over my ear drums, and I'm burying my face in between my knees, rocking back and forth, back and forth, huffing and puffing, praying, No. Don't shoot me. I did what you asked. There's shouting and thudding in the corridor outside, as if a violent stampede is tearing through the walls.

I don't know what's going on out there. Is it more angry guards? Is it the Governor? Is it him?

"Harley!" I hear Glenn's voice very faintly, but behind it all, I know it's a guttural scream. "Harley! Are you okay?"

Don't shoot me, I keep thinking, making myself into a hard shell where nothin' can get me. I did what you asked.

"Hey! Hey, what's going on?!"

More thudding. Doors being kicked in. It's the Governor. He's coming. He's gonna kill me. I'll have to explain to him that— Well, I did wanna kiss him, because it meant he wouldn't shoot me, but I ain't meant nothin' by it. I just didn't wanna die.

I swear years go by before the shooting stops, leaving nothin' but a sharp ringin' in its wake.

"Sh— She's in here—"

The door to the room busts open, punctuating the silence with a, THUD.

He's here.

"I did what you asked," I tell him before he can shoot me in the head, I did what you asked, but what I don't realize is that it's not the Governor at all. Glenn spills into the room first. He clutches at his abused thigh as he limps, half hopping, over to my corner of the room before he falls at my side, which is when I notice Rick, Maggie, and Oscar behind him. It's them. They made it, I think, gawking up at their rifles and blood-stained clothes. I want to be relieved, but the Governor could still be near. He's here. "I did what you asked."

"Is she hurt?" Rick asks Glenn, crouching down and reaching out to touch me. "Honey, can you walk—?"

His fingers are claws descending on me, my body shrinking in on itself on instinct. I cry, "Don't!"

"Woah, okay," He placates, flinching away from me. He glances at Glenn for answers, but his expression betrays nothing but a sad wince. Somethin' bad happened down here. To all of us. This is the part of the fairytale where the knights rescue the hostages, except the air smells of gunpowder and my whole body hurts. Looking back at me, Rick soothes, "Okay. Okay. It's okay, Harley."

Glenn's dishevelled, sweaty hair and gaunt cheeks do nothin' but make me wonder just how long we've been down here for. A day? Two? A week? Watery blood dribbles down his bare chest as he pants, tired just from taking a few steps. He looks sick.

"Where's Daryl?" Maggie asks him urgently. Now ain't the time for lickin' wounds. "He's not down here?"

"I did what you asked," I whisper to nobody, maybe Rick, maybe Glenn. "I did what you asked."

"They say where?"

"They took him away," Glenn explains to her as Rick sends me a troubled look.

"I— I don't know."

"Those gunshots weren't silent, people," Oscar anxiously reminds everybody. "We got, like, two minutes tops to jump ship."

"Yeah. We gotta move," Maggie agrees. "Glenn, how bad are ya hurt?"

"I—I can walk," He stammers as she hooks her arm around his waist, holding him up. "I'll be fine."

"And her?"

"I don't think they hurt her," He shakes his head. "But Daryl said she hasn't moved for the last few hours."

"Screw it," Rick says under his breath and swings his rifle onto his back, readying himself. "I'm gonna have to carry her."

There's only half a moment for me to react. I can barely shoot my arms out to swat him away before his hands are under my armpits and I'm being lifted onto his chest, my attacks useless. He looks around at everybody, his eyes lingering on Glenn.

"Alright," He nods, "Let's get outta here."

End Notes.

Our knights in shining armour have arrived! 😌

I was thinking two things while writing this chapter — First, I feel so bad for Harley, Daryl, and Glenn. Sorry, guys. And second? Hooooo, the revenge is gonna be sweet!!

Wasn't sure how to incorporate the flashback considering we're in first person perspective, so I decided to make it a sort of dream sequence, but everything that happened in it was real. Also wanted a break in the monotony of y'know… being locked up and tortured in a basement.

I'm excited to escape Woodbury and move into the next phase of the story. Merle's my next target. I like the action as much as anybody else, but it's the drama I live for!

I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, guys! 😊

@poetoflawed

[trashk1tty]

Rick Grimes x Farmers Daughter.

[rue-dixon]

Daryl Dixon with a daughter headcanons

- his entire parenting style would be, "do as I say not as I do."

- when he's fixing a car, his bike, or even his cross bow he'll ask you for help and ask you to hand him tools. While also trying to teach you how to do it so you can do it yourself later on.

- would probably totally forget to explain to you what periods are so when you get it for the first time you think you're dying and he has to talk you down.

- reads you bed time stories when you were younger but would interrupt himself every few minutes with some sort of comment or criticism. "Then the princess kissed the frog an- seriously? She's gonna believe the talking frog??"

- will always let you sleep with him if you have nightmares.

- has woken you up with snoring a couple times.

- teaches you how to hunt, gather, and shoot of course.

- wants to be involved in your hobbies, so if you draw, write, read, paint, sing, it doesn't matter. He wants to be included in them and will always complement you on them. Will watch you too if it's something he can watch you do.

- tries not to smoke around you too much when you were younger. Because he remembers how bad his moms smoking affected him as a kid, but will be less and less careful as you get older. Tells you not to smoke while simultaneously refusing to ever quit himself.

- brings you back gifts when he goes on runs. Especially during the prison era, brings you back things to decorate your space to make it feel less like a cell. You have so many trinkets, jewelry, stuffies, or anything the goes with your hobbies from him. Good thing he doesn't have to pay.

- when you outgrow your clothes or need new ones he'll go with you so you can pick them out yourself. But will also ask Carol or Michonne to come along as well because they know more about these things.

- is surprisingly very calm when teaching you how to drive. Has you drive up and down empty highways and around empty parking lots. You don't need a license of course but still should learn the proper way.

- if you're lesbian and come out to him he'd probably like snort and be like "I know.. so who's the lucky girl?" And give you a very cocky smirk before looking away.

- sometimes he gets sad knowing he can't give you a better life than you deserve.

- would not shelter you, like at all. If you were Carl's age, he would've already taught you to shoot way before him which caused Carl to fuss at Rick. But he'd still try to shield you from anything super bad or grossem.

- if you have a bad fight later that night when they two of you will be getting ready to settle down for the night he'll try his best to apologize in the way he knows how. So either giving you something, helping you or apologizing for something specific. "M' sorry for yellin' at ya."

- hugs, but mostly hair ruffles and pats on the back.

[uptondixon]

Daryl & Daugther!Reader - Quarry Era II

Had this in my drafts for ages. I started writing and never finished, but I decided to post anyway. Thank you for all the love on Part 1! I'm sorry I'm not much of a writer to keep this storyline going :( Words: 1591 Warnings: Nightmares Gif not mine Chapter song is Fix You by Coldplay

Part I

"And the tears come streaming down your face, when you lose something you can't replace."

It's been a while since the three of them started the walk back to camp, which was proving to be especially hard for the girl. After the adrenaline went off, the pain on her feet and legs were becoming almost unbearable. With each step she got slower and felt weaker. A headache making its way over her head, probably a mix of pain, hunger and lack of sleep.

Before heading back to camp Daryl offered her water, which she accepted desperately. Even though she was happy the thirst was over, her growling stomach didn't let her forget the days without anything to eat. She didn't mention that, already thankful for the water. However, the girl's skinny body gave Daryl an idea of how hungry she must be.

Daryl and Merle didn't hunt anything, both too focused on the deer, so he made a mental note to feed her as soon as they got to camp. Daryl also tried to take a better look at her wounds, but she didn't let him. He didn't push and decided this was a job for Lori or Carol. They were the mothers of the group and the girl would feel safe with them, he thought.

"She's slowing us down man, if we don't speed up we're going to lose sunlight. This girl is like a damn walker bait. Hell, I can smell her blood from here." Merle complained again.

"I get it Merle! Stop whining alrigh?" Daryl said before approaching the kid. 

She had been trailing behind them the whole time, never sparing them a glance and looking almost ready to bolt in the opposite direction at any moment. All of a sudden, Daryl realized that they didn't know her name.

"What's yer name kid?" She looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Y/n." She said, voice almost a whisper.

"Alrigh', Y/n. Look, someone has to check yer wounds and for that we need to get to the camp but ya can barely walk…" Y/n knew he was right. She was scared to let him do anything with her wounds, afraid it would make it hurt even more. But the girl knew that it would only get worse if they didn't get there faster.

"What if I carry ya?" Daryl proposed. "We'll get to the folks faster and everything's gonna be okay." Daryl looked at her expectantly, while Merle was still mumbling some nonsense he chose to again ignore.

Y/n pounded for a moment. She didn't know this guy, even though he seemed to be making an effort to at least make her feel less scared. The same couldn't be said about the other guy, his brother. Even with Daryl's effort, she wasn't sure if trusting him was the right decision. However, it's not like she had any other choice at the moment.

Y/n looked up at Daryl and nodded her head. He handed his crossbow to Merle and picked the girl up. She felt so light and Daryl couldn't help but wonder how long she was alone out there, without food and water.

Y/n wrapped one of her arms around Daryl's neck, looking for something to hold on to. It was weird, how she didn't even know this man but felt safe in his arms. After being alone for months, she really wanted to believe someone good was going to help her.

Daryl arranged the girl in his arms and resumed their walking, Merle leading the way with Daryl's crossbow, aware of any danger.

They arrived at the camp a couple hours later and Daryl came in calling for the first person he saw, which in that case was Lori. "Daryl, oh my god??? Who is that?"

Daryl immediately felt Y/n's arms wrap harder around him. "It's fine kid, don't worry."

"We found her in the woods, alone and hurt."

Minutes later, the whole camp was reunited outside the RV while Lori and Carol were inside with Y/n. The girl felt more at ease with them, like Daryl imagined. But she was still unsure about everything and everyone.

After they treated her wounds and helped her clean up, Daryl brought some of the squirrel from his last hunt along with more food from the camp. Being clean and fed, it was like Y/n could finally think straight again.

Yours later, everyone started to retreat to their tents for the night. Inside the RV, Y/n tried to stay awake, her brain still on alert for some reason. But after a while her body started to give up and she fell asleep to the sounds of the dying conversation outside.

“It will be okay my baby, just run and don’t look back, okay?”

“But mom, what about you?”

“I’ll be right behind you, go!” The little girl ran, but she couldn't help looking back. However, when she did, it made sense why her mother told her not to.

Screams, that’s what Daryl woke up to. He jumped out of his tent and saw Shane, Glenn and Dale outside the RV. “What the hell happened?”

“It 's Y/n.” Shane said “Lori is-” As if on cue, Lori leaves the RV. And to everyone's surprise, she smiled at Daryl.

“She’s asking for you, Daryl.” Daryl looked at Lori as if she had grown another head but entered the RV anyway.

“Hey kid, what's up?” Y/n was sitting in bed, death grip on the blanket and scared look on her face.

“I miss my mom” Daryl didn't know what to say, he didn't understand why she would want him there of all people. “Could you stay here until I fall back asleep?”

To be honest, Y/n didn't want to sleep, not if that meant another nightmare, but her body didn't give her any choice. Daryl saved her, his presence made her feel safe, so maybe he could help the bad dreams go away. Daryl was still confused, but he simply sat down in the chair close to the door and nodded his head, watching as the girl laid down, closing her eyes and falling asleep once again.

The first week went by smoothly, Y/n couldn't think about anything other than sleep. Her body begging for rest in order to heal. She didn't talk much, still overwhelmed with the new environment and everything that happened, but slowly feeling more at ease with everyone. Amy was the one to bring her food the days she stayed in bed. Lori or Carol would brush her long hair after she washed up. Glenn and Dale would make her laugh with silly jokes. Andrea and Jacqui would help change her bandages. Daryl would always check on her at the end of the day. He didn't say much, only put his head inside the RV, saw her asleep and then went to his tent.

The second week was better, she was stronger and more active. However, the nightmares still hunted her at night. Since Y/n got in the camp, Carl and Sophia were anxious to talk with her. But she was weak and scared so the adults held them back. When she started feeling better, spending her days sitting in the staircase of the RV and watching the camp, Carl approached her. With everything that happened Y/n didn't really had the time to think about the other kids at camp. She knew Sophia was Carol's daugther and Carl was Lori's, but they never talked and she suddently felt nervous. It's been ages since she last talked with someone her age.

"Hi, I'm Carl. You're Y/n, right?"

"Yeah.." Y/n smiled awkwardly.

"Shane's going to teach me how to grab frogs, you wanna come too?"

Y/n apreciated the invitation but she couldn't help but ask "Why would you want to grab frogs?"

Carl seemed like he wasn't expecting the question but answered anyway "Well, it's just funny, they jump so high trying to run away" he said with a little laugh "But we release them right after, Shane says they probably taste really bad to eat."

Y/n was the one ot laugh this time, for sure she wouldn't want to eat a frog.

"Okay, it seems fun" Y/n said looking at the boy in front of her.

"Yes! It's going to be really fun, I'll tell Shane you're coming" Y/n laughed again seeing the boy excitement, she couldn't help but feel it too. After the last stressful weeks, it was good to have some distraction.

Y/n met Sophia a couple nights after her frong hunt with Carl and Shane. The camp was having dinner and since she started feeling better, she started to have dinner outside with the others. The first night she went straight to Daryl, he and Merle sitting around a fire further from the main camp. In the short time Y/n was there she could notice how they differed from the rest of the camp. Her, as well, felt unsure, not of Daryl but his brother. The first night she left the RV and went to Daryl, Merle looked at her they same way he looked at her back in the woods. Like she was an walker bait. Daryl didn't showed much affection towards her, at least not in clear eyes. But he silently made sure she was fed and safe every single day, most of the others from the camp would not notice most of the time, but he did and Y/n knew it.

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