#Daryl Dixon x lesbian reader

[dixonsgirl93]

could i pretty please request some headcannons for wingman ally daryl & a lesbian!reader 🫶🏻

Yes! I saw your post earlier about this and I was already wondering how I could it lol✨

(I hope I’ve done it justice 😅)

Daryl being your (lesbian!reader) ally best friend would include:

When you come out to him one day he just gives a nod and says “okay” as if to say “why ya telling me, like it’s a big deal.”

He frowns when he watches you meet Rosita for the first time. You stumble over your words and fumble hard. When you walk back to Daryl he tries to hide his smirk. You tell him to stfu. “Like you got better game.” You reply.

He nudges you playfully at this response, knowing he has about as much game with women as you do.

He’d make for such an awkward wingman but the women would find it amusing to have this rough-looking redneck help set you up.

He’d help with whatever ridiculous or out-there thing you wanted/needed. A simple “gift” on a run or setting up a picnic or something for a date.

Eventually he’d come to you to ask, since you’re a woman and you date women, advice on what women want from men or like about men.

After you tease him about liking Connie he’d go red in the face and brush the question off before you pulled him back and actually helped him out as best you could, admitting that asking a lesbian about what men like was probably not the best idea.

As your relationship progressed with your girlfriend, he’d find himself watching the two of you together, happy, in love and happy that you had found someone.

Only a small part of him would be jealous. After all, he can’t miss what he’s never had. Growing up the way he did and with the family he had, he could never keep a girl long enough to learn anything about relationships.

You’d unknowingly help him come to terms with his own sexuality and preferences, having never been able to explore that before. (I won’t add more to this cause I know everyone has a different idea about Daryl’s sexuality so just insert what you prefer here).

He would ask more questions about how you realised you were gay and what it was like growing up, even expanding to know about the lgbt community, opening the door to a world of knowledge.

If men came to hit on you or be creepy with you Daryl would be the first to defend you, getting in their face and telling them to back off. He wouldn’t correct them when they mistakenly call Daryl your boyfriend. He knew how some men were with lesbians and didn’t wanna aggravate the fire. Whatever got them to get the message to stay away.

You’d tease each other about women you liked or looked at for a little too long, growing a sibling bond. He’d grow more comfortable to be vulnerable with you about personal things after you are with him.

[skarpetaspodnapleta]

Without limits, without pauses, without mercy, from dusk till dawn, from dawn till dusk. From the kitchen to the garage, from the countertop where dishes topple over, to the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, where every tremor echoes in the walls. From the walls bouncing back the moans, to the cabinets trembling from the rhythm of hips, from the bedroom mirror reflecting every tense muscle and every trace of fingers, to the shower where water mixes with sweat and saliva, soaking every surface—bodies, walls, and souls alike.

In every position, in every corner. Missionary with nails digging into your back, on top with hands gripping a throat, reverse cowgirl where the view alone drives you insane, doggy style with hips raised high, backwards, forwards, sideways, on the floor, on the table, pressed against the wall, on the couch where pillows are thrown to the ground. On the dining table that creaks under the weight, on the washing machine vibrating in sync with the movements, on the stairs where every thrust resonates like an echo.

Outside, where the cold air bites but the body burns. In the car, where windows fog up, and the sounds are muffled by honking horns. On the motorcycle, where balance is a challenge, on the back of a truck where every move feels forbidden. In the airplane, where silent desperation and tension rise, in the train where the sound of wheels merges with shallow, gasping breaths. In a tent, where the fabric trembles under the pressure of the rhythm, in a cave where every moan is amplified by the echo.

Every inch of skin, every curve, every nerve pushed to its limit. Fingers sliding across sweaty flesh, teeth sinking into lips, bite marks left on necks, shoulders, hips. Backs arching into impossible shapes, legs trembling from the tension, toes curling with every surge of pleasure. Breath quickened, shallow, broken by screams and moans that seem endless.

Moisture—on the sheets, on the floor, on bodies, on hands moving with reckless abandon. Saliva dripping, bodies shaking, tears streaming from overstimulation. Skin pulsating under touch, muscles tense to breaking, knees buckling under the weight of ecstasy. The walls shake with sound, the floor vibrates with energy, the air thick, electrified, so dense it feels like breathing is a challenge.

From walls to mirrors, from balconies to floors. Legs spread, hands tied, bodies synchronized in a rhythm that speeds up, slows down, explodes. Standing, lying, sideways, on the back, on the stomach, kneeling, with hips raised, with a hand tightening around a throat, with nails leaving trails on your back. By the window, where the outside world becomes an uninvited voyeur, in the elevator, where every sound reverberates, on the beach, where sand invades every crevice.

To the edge, to the point of losing all sense of reality. Moans so loud they seem to tear through the silence of the universe. Orgasms so deep they make you lose connection with the ground. Trembling legs, ringing ears, a pulsing heart that feels like it’s about to explode. The world blurs into a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, every muscle giving out, every nerve vibrating, every breath an effort. And then again—and again. Until the very end, until everything inside you shatters into pieces, only to be reborn anew.

[grimesrhees]

Let the Light In

"Ooh, let the light in At your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in Ooh, turn your light on Look at us, you and I, back at it again”

pairing: maggie rhee x fem!reader

genre: idk romance i guess

warnings: very suggestive, so minors beware !!!

summary: maggie's bedroom seems to have become a revolving door for the reader. They find themselves frequently sleeping together in the dead of night even with the ever present hesitation on maggie's end.

notes: i was yearning and inspired by the "Let the Light In" lyrics by Lana Del Rey from above. takes place at hilltop 2.0 from dead city i suppose.

Your heart pounded in your chest like it always did whenever you found yourself back at her door. It was as if there was a magnetic pull between this door, her door, and you. Every time you went out walking at night because you couldn’t sleep, you desperately tried steering yourself in the other direction. But the yearning was too strong, and you were too weak to put up a fight. The possibility of falling into her arms and onto her bed was like a drug, you were ever chasing that high.

Extending your hand, you rapped your knuckles on the back door softly and waited. Faint creaks from her descension of the stairs came from within before the porch light flicked on beside you. A sigh of relief slipped from your lips while a blooming warmth began spreading inside you. The deadbolt clicked and the chain jingled as it slid out of the lock.

Light poured in from the outside inwards, illuminating the doorway. Maggie stood before you with her arms folded across her chest, that same look that was always on her face when you showed up at her door in the middle of the night. It was a mix of “seriously?” and indescribable desire. She tried to control it carefully, but her eyes never lied, and it never lasted long.

You scanned over her from her legs upwards, letting yourself gradually take in the curves of her body. When your eyes finally landed on her face you could see she had already dropped the façade. Raising an eyebrow, you smirked at Maggie’s obvious shift in demeanor and stepped closer to her. You reached over and started unfolding her arms. She didn’t even flinch, immediately grabbing your hand to pull you inside.

You closed the door behind you quietly and turned back to Maggie, who was lifting her pointer finger to her lips as to say “shhhh Herschel’s asleep.” Carefully leading you up the stairs by the hand to her bedroom, stopping just short of it to shake her head to herself. You let go of her hand and pressed up behind her. Maggie sucked in a sharp breath as your hands traveled up to her hips. You pulled her body into yours and whispered softly in her ear, “Please.”

After entering her bedroom, you both collided instantly. You teased each other, biting the other’s sweet spots and brushing fingers underneath one another’s shirts. Maggie kissed you slowly but tenderly, slipping a hand up to grip the back of your neck and bring you closer to her. She nipped at your bottom lip and pushed you back onto the bed, straddling your lap. You ran your fingers through her short waves as she kissed you harder. Her warm, soft thighs against yours driving you insane.

Every shaky breath you and her shared deepened the feeling of need in the pit of your stomach. You lifted Maggie’s night shirt over her head so her body could be as close to you as possible. She did the same to you and trailed her fingertips down from your sternum to your waistband, causing a low groan to escape your mouth. Maggie smiled deviously at the sound and swiftly removed your pants off you. Her fingers crept below your panty line, playfully snapping the band. You instinctively grabbed her by the throat, bringing her face close to yours so you could look into her eyes. Maggie gasped but never broke eye contact with you. What little light there was coming from the outside cast onto her face and the burning passion behind those green eyes was even more evident. She was so beautiful in every way. How thankful you were that she let you into her life. And for always turning the light on whenever you came knocking.

[sleepyangelkami]

hiii, I am writer 2 and I wanted to know how to get my colors like that, to fade and look different like yours

hello angel! I use this website (click the word 'this' it'll take you to it) you pick your colours, type out your words and click generate colour faded text. then you're gonna wanna go ahead and copy the long link in the box it generates. when you switch back to tumblr, create a post and click the little settings button. here, you can scroll down to text editor and change "rich text" to "HTML" and only then do you paste your long link. click back to rich text and everything should be perfect!! 🩷

[hybridirl]

good girl.

18+ only, please!

carol x f!reader

a/n: hellooooooo! u can refer 2 me as star ! sooo i noticed an EXCRUTIANTING lack of carol x reader **especially** smut. SO. i will take it upon myself to make my OWN fanfic for carol. SMUT.

brief summary: you’re eating carol out. simple.

tw / pet names, oral (reader giving), maybe use of y/n, cunt/pussy used

intentional lowercase. not proofread, probably won’t ever be proofread.

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“is that good?” you ask with a pant, your face smeared with carol’s desire. rather than give you an answer, she reaches a hand behind your head to shove it back against her heat. your hands wrap around her legs, gripping the fat of her thigh.

you lick up and down her cunt, flicking your tongue against her needy pearl. you bring your thumb to her clit, gently pulling the hood back to increase the area of pleasure. carol’s face twists with pleasure and the grip on your hair tightens. you know you’re doing a good job, she needn’t bother with praises yet she knows you absolutely adore it.

“that’s my good girl,” she purrs, gently pushing your hair out your face, “you’re doin’ so good.” eager from her good word, you lap up her juices before sucking gently on her throbbing bud. her head tilts up, a sweet moan leaving her throat. her back arches and a hand slaps against her mouth. your eyes flicker from her wet folds and to her face, gazing at the eyes that peer at you through their lashes. between your sucking, you gently prod your tongue against her engorged clit. her thighs almost shut against your poor little head, but it doesn’t deter you in the slightest as your hungry mouth continues to attack her flower.

the view of it all forces a moan from your mouth, a powerful vibration against her bud.

“oh!” she gasps, propping herself up with her elbows to watch you work your mouth against her. “oh my god, y/n, i—“ her eyes roll into the back of her head and she throws her head back, trying to stifle a loud moan as to noise alert her neighbors. your tongue continues to flick against her clit at a quick, rhythmic pace as she reaches her peak. she goes still for a moment before her hips grind against your tongue and her legs shake in bliss as she climaxes.

“my good, good girl,” carol sputters, her eyes fluttering shut, recovering from her high. your movements slow as you lick up the mess between carol’s legs. your slowness begins to fade to a stop and you look up at her, a hint of amusement in your eyes.

“was i really that good?” you ask with a smile.

[sundrop-writes]

Sundrop's The Walking Dead Masterlist

Heaven's Gate - Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader. Strangers to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Emotional Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff. Set during Seasons 1-5. You and Daryl get separated when the Prison falls, and you both believe the other person to be dead. But you can’t let go of the things your relationship taught you. Eventually, when you’re reunited - it’s like you never missed a moment apart. (24,200 words.)

Need - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during early Season 4/The Prison Era. Daryl hears some vulgar comments about you while out on a run, and he can't help but to get jealous. He takes it out on you, and you find yourself almost thankful for the asshole who pissed him off in the first place. (3,000 words.)

(Please note, all of these link off to AO3 - my AO3 is archive locked, so you need an AO3 account to view these fics. But I hope to have these fics edited and reposted on Tumblr sometime soon.)

The World Is Ugly - Maggie Greene x Fem!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Angst and Smut with a Fluffy Ending. Set during Season 2 and Season 4. When you arrive at Hershel's farm with the group, you are hiding two very important secrets: you are a lesbian (which is very controversial in the religious south) - and you self harm. Eventually, Maggie finds out both of these things, and despite your first impressions of her - doesn't judge you for either of them. In fact, she falls deeper in love with you. (21,400 words.)

(The next fic is the author's personal favourite - one of my favourite fics I have ever written in my 10+ years of writing. If you can handle the angst, I highly recommend reading it.)

Hold Me Tight Or Don't - Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene. Established Poly Relationship. Smut and Heavy Angst. Set during Season 3, Episode 4. After being bitten while trying to help get Glenn and Maggie to safety, you are facing your last hours of life. And in those last hours, you only have one wish - to have sex with your partners one last time. Luckily for you, they would do anything for you, and they can't help but to oblige. (7,200 words.)

(The next two fics are much older - they were written long before their AO3 post date indicates. If they were to be edited in order to be posted, it would be a complete overhaul of the fic. So note, the versions of these fics that are on AO3 fic will likely not be the same as the version posted on Tumblr in the future.)

Day and Night - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Strangers to 'Lovers'. Fluff and Hurt/Comfort. Set Pre-Season 4. When Daryl gets into some trouble on a hunt and gets shot, a random stranger comes to his rescue. He doesn't expect that stranger to be beautiful, kind, and to make him a candlelit dinner after treating his wounds. (Wait - is this a date?) (5,000 words.)

State of Emergency - Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Smut. Set in an AU of Season 1. When Glenn encounters his first zombie, he knocks on your door for help. Because you've seen all the zombie apocalypse media, you're well prepared. The two of you decide to wait out the end of the world together - and you warm up to each other very quickly. (3,400 words.)

[loserassacenekid]

rules for my writing >_<

HII okay i wanna start this off by saying my grammar is shit and I chose not to fix it cs I’m lazy:3 mainly the first people to read my fics are my friends(≧∀≦)

I mainly only do transmasc reader BECAUSE there’s not enough on here:(((also mainly only male characters..)

:♡.•♬✧⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾*+:•*∴♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡ fandoms i write for

the walking dead:

Daryl Dixon

Carl aged(aged up)

rick grimes

Shane Walsh (..maybe..)

Glenn rhee!!

Negan smith(..maybe)

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Heathers! jason Dean!

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dear Evan Hansen

Connor Murphy!

evan Hansen!

(No I will not do Connor x evan unless I feel like it.)

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ The girl next door

klitz

eli

klitz + eli

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actors

Mike faist<3

Norman reedus

Andrew Lincoln

chandler riggs(aged up ofc.)

Jeffery dean Morgan

(+ more!!)

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OKAY FR RULES!!

Do’s:

character x transmasc reader, character x me reader , character x oc!!

smut!★

angst (not good at it)✿

fluff! ☾

AGED UP CHARACTERS :3

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Maybe’s!!:

Female reader x character,any female character x female reader(no I’m not against lesbians I love you guys just not good at writing it:(()

dead dove! Do not eat!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

NEVER UNLESS I SAY SO:

sibling x sibling reader(not even step sibling)

older character x MINOR READER( reader will always be 27-28 if it’s an older character.)

STEP DAD/MOM X KID!!(NO NO NO EW:(()

I CANT think of much now but if I remember I will add in that’s all byyeee!!

[roxyjinks]

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Tara Chambler

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[twdeadfanfic]

Life at the end of the world Pt.16

Summary: Your life as a zombie apocalypse survivor. It starts with the Reader settling into the camp at the quarry, before s1 and then follows the show events and storyline, more or less, but with the Reader in it.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, violence, language.

Author’s note:  I’ve been itching to write a fic like this for a long while and I write it for fun, I don’t claim to be a writer so if you find you dislike this fic, please be kind and just stop reading. English’s not my first language so maybe there’re some mistakes, I apologize in advance. For the same reason, I can’t write character’s accents and things like that. At any rate, I hope you enjoy it. There’d be several parts to this.

Not long after your talk with Maggie, you witnessed what you could only call Rick losing his shit, even worse than when he had disappeared into the lower levels of the prison right after Lori’s death. He had gone to announce Tyreese and his group that they had to leave, deaf to yours and Hershel’s words and to Glenn telling him you needed help against Woodbury.

As if that hadn’t been enough, Rick had soon started acting weird and yelling around, ignoring Hershel and screaming to Tyreese and the others to go and leave him and what not, although the more he screamed the more it looked like he was yelling to someone who wasn’t there. He scared the shit out of all of you, including the startled newcomers.

Unsurprisingly, Tyreese and his group flew out at Rick’s crazy outburst, running out and away from the prison so quickly you didn’t have any time to say goodbye or lend them any supplies. You could only hope they would be okay out there.

You couldn’t sleep that night, too shaken at the events of the day, your mind lost in thought. You wondered if Tyreese and Sasha were alright out there in the night. The horrifying things Maggie had told you about Woodbury and the Governor made you shiver half in fear half in rage, anxious at the thought of maybe having to face him soon. And overall, Daryl. Well, Daryl’s absence.

You couldn’t believe he was really gone. Hadn’t he given a thought about you and Carol and everyone else in his family? Not at how you may need him to survive but at how much you cared for him, how much you were going to miss him. Wouldn’t he miss you at all? You had been so sure he cared for you too, for all of you.

But now Daryl had left as if you weren’t important and it hurt, it hurt as much as the realization that you weren’t going to see him again. It felt surreal. You felt like you had been with him, with all your group, since forever, it seemed more real than your life before the end of the world.

You got up and walked out of your cell and into Carol’s next to yours, crawling inside her bed. She woke up when she felt you and let you cuddle up to her, wrapping her arms around you and shushing you quietly as you sobbed your heart out into her shoulder, eventually drifting off in her embrace, exhausted.

You woke up when you felt Carol getting out of the bed.

“Hey,  sweetheart.” She gave you a sad smile when she saw you starting to sit up on the bed. “Why you don’t try and sleep a bit longer?”

“Don’t think I can...” You rasped, rubbing your eyes. They felt puffy and hurt and you didn’t want to know how bad you looked.

“Okay.” Carol leaned over to kiss your forehead. “I’ll make some breakfast.”

“I miss him too.” You heard her say right before leaving the cell.

After a quiet breakfast, the group tense and anxious, with Rick still wandering around as if he had lost it and the threat of the Governor hanging over you, Glenn started to make plans. Your thoughts drifted from time to time to Daryl, wondering what he might be doing, wondering if he were thinking about the group he just left, if he had even cared about your at all...You dig your nails in your palm hard. Your family needed you, you needed to concentrate.

Soon, though, it turned more and more into Glenn and Hershel going back and forth about what to do with Woodbury, attack, wait, leave...You wanted to hurt the Governor for what he had done for your family, but it seemed he was dangerous so going against him might be a suicide...the only thing you were sure about was that you couldn’t leave the prison, especially not now with baby Judith. It was the safest place your group had had since the farm.

Glenn was growing more and more frustrated with everyone and with the plans or lack of it, and suddenly he was storming off to check the other side of the prison and the walkers that had probably walked in the same way Tyreese’d group had done it.

“Glenn, wait, I’ll help you.” You caught up to him when he was putting on the riot gear, ready to throw himself at the walkers.

“No, I can do it alone.” He said, totally ignoring you as he began walking away.

“But it can be dangerous.” You insisted.

“I said no, Y/N!” Glenn lashed out and you raised your hands in surrender.

“Alright, alright.” You sighed and walked away, catching sight of Rick outside the prison fences as he walked around like he were searching for something, seeming out of himself.

It seemed like half your family were going bonkers. Great.

No matter what, it was better to be ready in case the Governor attacked, so Carol, Axel and you began taking pallets and stacking them on the fences of the platform so you could duck and hide in case of an attack.

From the platform, you saw a bloodied up Glenn taking a car and storming off god knew where, while Rick was still wandering in an out of the forest. You let out a sigh. Things weren’t looking good at this moment. You wanted to put those two idiots in a line and slap them until they went back to their old selves, you needed them. And there was also certain idiot you needed but who had decided to leave you for another bigger idiot...and no, ending that train of thoughts, you couldn’t afford to think about him now.

You were carrying some more pallets but stopped before stepping through the door that led to the platform when you heard Carol laughing at something Axel was saying. Since having the revelation that Carol was, in fact, not a lesbian, Axel seemed relentlessly interested in her. At first, it had annoyed you but as you saw Carol smile at him you wondered if she was interested in him too. You didn’t think so, but who knew. At the very least, she seemed to enjoy his attention, and you couldn’t deny Axel was a fun guy if only a bit weird. You didn’t want to ruin their fun with the cloud of sadness and bad mood that seemed to follow you, so you quietly slipped away.

You found Beth in the kitchen, holding baby Judith while making a bottle for her.

“You need help?” You offered, eager to think on something that wasn’t Daryl or the dangers ahead.

“No, we are fine, we were about to see aunt Maggie.” Beth turned around to give you a smile. “See if we can cheer her up.”

“I hope you manage...” You said quietly, looking down.

“The least we can do is try.” Beth’s smiled faltered for a second but then it was back on her face, and you had to admire her stubborn positivity. “Why don’t you tidy up this meanwhile?” She asked tentatively, as if she felt you needed to busy yourself.

“Sure thing.”

You didn’t know how long you spent meticulously scrubbing cutlery clean but it was longer than you usually would, washing everything more than it was needed, focusing on the task way more than it required, trying to have your mind busy and away from unwanted thoughts

Before you knew it, Beth was there again.

“Oh, you left everything so clean now I feel bad about dirtying it again by cooking.” She pouted.

“No, it’s fine.” You shrugged. You could wash it again later...it wasn’t the most helpful thing but it was better than worry about your future or moping around. “Where’s Judith?”

“I left her with Maggie...I think she’s a bit better.” Beth smiled softly.

“That’s nice...”

You left Beth there and headed towards Maggie’s cell. You saw her from the door, feeding Judith her bottle, eyes wet but a smile on her face and your own smiled tugged at the corners of your mouth.

“Seems like all of you are better than me at this.” You said as you walked in and sat down next to her.

“It’s not rocket science.” Maggie chuckled. “Beth told me what to do, though, how to hold her and feed her properly...no idea where she learned.”

“I’m afraid to even hold her...I feel like I’m going to drop her or hurt her or something.” You took the empty bottle that Maggie passed you and let it on the chair next to the door.

“Come on Y/N, it’s a baby, not a crystal jar.” Maggie teased you, and you were glad she seemed to be feeling a bit better. “Reach out your arms.”

You did as she instructed you, and she carefully placed Judith on the crook of your arms.

“There you go...”

You were so nervous and unsure you barely dared to breathe, but Judith didn’t fell off your arms, didn’t seem hurt. Neither did she start crying his lungs out as if she hated to be with you, as you had been afraid she might do. You smiled down to her as she gurgled and reached out a tiny hand towards you.

“You don’t hate me then...” You said quietly to her. “I’m sorry it took me so long to say hi...”

You remembered how Daryl had held her that same day she was so tragically born, how he had fed her and rocked her as if he had been doing it since forever, smiling down at her and making her stop crying.

You felt dangerously close to tears and you bit your lip, trying to regain your composure.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Maggie asked you softly and you felt horrible, it was you who was supposed to comfort her. “You can talk to me.”

“Yeah, yeah, just...”

Before you could finish your sentence you heard gunfire coming from outside and you jumped to your feet, startling Judith who started crying.

“The Governor!” Maggie’s eyes were wide with fear, mirroring your own.

You both rushed outside, running into Beth who had a wild, scared look on her eyes.

“What’s going on?” She asked as you quickly passed baby Judith to her.

“Stay here!” Maggie yelled at her taking a couple of shotguns and passing one to you.

“But...”

“Beth, hide, take care of the baby.” You instructed and you rushed to the platform, dropping to the ground behind a pallet to hide from a new wave of bullets.

You looked around when the bullets stopped and saw Carol hiding behind the dead body of Axel.

“Carol!” You screamed, horrified, before more bullets forced you to hide again.

When you were able to take another peak, relief washed over you as you saw Carol was still alive and hiding, Maggie running towards her and passing her a shotgun before they both managed to hid, Carl close to them. Straining your eyes you could saw Michonne hiding behind a car but you couldn’t catch sight of Hershel or Rick, and you could just hope they were okay.

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down and jump into action mood. Still hid behind a pallet, you positioned your shotgun so you could shoot. It wasn’t easy, everything was a mess of bullets and dust and you could hear your heart beating fast, almost making your head spin. And you had never shot at an alive person before...

Focus. Focus.

The main threat seemed to come from one of the watchtowers, but the angle wasn’t right for you, so you left it to Maggie and Carol, hoping they’d manage to stop the shooter. You aimed at what you assumed was the Governor and his men, on a car in front of the prison fence’s door, but they were too far for you to make it. You saw a man walking towards Michonne’s hiding point, shooting. You aimed at him and shot but didn’t make it, your bullet hitting the ground next to him.

Damn it.

The man looked up to the platform, spotting you, but he didn’t have time to aim before you shot again. You didn’t miss this time and he dropped to the ground.

The shots from the watchtower stopped, someone having managed to kill the shooter, but that wasn’t enough to stop the attack. You needed to leave the platform and go to the ground if you wanted to help, the position of the platform preventing you from landing more shots, but before you could move the gunfire stopped.

You didn’t have time to wonder what was going on before a van drove towards the fences, crashing against the gates and opening them, stopping in the middle of the yard, a man in riot gear jumping from it. You watched in horrified surprise how he opened the doors of the van, walkers and more walkers walking off it and into your yar.

Thinking quick, you shot to the man’s leg which wasn’t protected by the gear. He dropped to the ground and a few walkers threw themselves to him, trying to chew through his protective year without much success, but keeping him down. Even if only for a moment, it’d prevent the walkers from scattering through the yard as they were entertained with the man.

The driver was inside the van still and you aimed your rifle but he quickly drove away at full speed before any of you could shot him, abandoning his partner, who was now screaming as the walkers finally began to tear off his gear.

The sound of the shots drew more walkers and you watched horrified how Hershel tried to drag himself away from them outside the fences.

“Help him!” You screamed, not knowing to whom, trying to aim but he was too far for you.

Michonne were already running to him, twirling around and cutting walkers down with her katana like a dancing samurai, and no matter the situation you were in, you couldn’t help but stare at her in admired amazement.

You let out a sigh of relief when Glenn’s car appeared, rushing towards Hershel, running over walkers on his way, and he and Michonne helped Hershel into the car. They drove back into the fences, closing the door behind them so the walkers couldn’t get in, and they began to help the others to clear the walkers of the patio. You helped too, shooting at all the walkers you could.

Your relief was short lived and you watched helplessly how Rick tried to run away from the walkers, seeming to be out of ammo, until he was backed against the fences, jaws snapping at him. You took aim but he was too far. You were still looking through the sight glass of your rifle when you saw one of the walkers fall, an arrow embedded onto his head. And then...

Daryl.

His name left your lips as a whisper when you saw him there, shooting another arrow and taking off another walker that was snapping at Rick. You had been so sure you were never going to see him again, but he was there...

And so was Merle, throwing himself at the remaining walkers that circled Rick and stabbing them wildly with a weird looking knife. You shot at the walkers on their way as they made it back into the fence and then you ran back into the building as fast as you could to meet the others.

Before you could make it outside, Carol and Maggie walked through the door and you threw yourself into their arms.

“Are you okay, are you alright?” You asked again and again, checking if they were hurt no matter they were reassuring you they were fine.

Beth ran towards them too and you let go of Maggie so she could hug her, but you kept holding onto Carol, shaking. Now that the danger seemed to have passed and the adrenaline was leaving your body, your knees felt dangerously weak and you felt like you might just fall, but Carol and you kept a hold of each other.

Then there came Glenn and Michonne, helping Hershel limp inside. Behind them was Rick, arm around Carl’s shoulders, and right behind him Merle and Daryl. The archer looked at you, blue eyes fixing on Carol and you both as you held each other, but then he looked away quickly, making no move towards you.

You didn’t know what to say, what to do, how you were feeling. You couldn’t deny you were elated to see him, relieved he was back, and you wanted to hold him tight until he’d wriggle out of your hug like an offended cat. But you were also hurt, upset with him for leaving. And he wasn’t even looking at you. You forced yourself to not look at him either. There was much to do after the Governor’s attack and you couldn’t let your feelings distracting you from it.

Soon everybody was discussing what you all should do about the Governor, and also about Merle, Glenn being particularly vocal about the last, and the older Dixon’s insights on the matter weren’t much in his favor.

Rick had locked him outside the cellblock in a corridor, but that wouldn’t silence Merle and no matter you were angry at Daryl, your heart went to him as you watched him pace around anxiously, trying to silence his brother to stop him from making things worse, but also trying to speak on his benefit. Asshole didn’t deserve it, as far as you were concerned.

“Would you please shut the hell up?” You hissed at Merle, moving close to the gate he was lying against. “Your brother is here trying to back you up and save your ass and you are making it impossible. They’re going to kick you out and he’s going to be forced to follow you again, cos you are a damn prick.” There was so much poison in your voice, no matter if it was just a barely audible murmur, that it almost surprised yourself.

It seemed you weren’t the only one tired of everyone’s bullshit and you gaped in surprise when the usually calm Hershel lashed out at Rick, calling him on his behavior as he made to wander off again. You almost clapped. You felt for Rick, of course you did, but Hershel was right. The group needed old Rick, needed every single one of you if you wanted to survive the Governor.

While everyone kept talking and discussing things, your thoughts wandered to the men you had killed today. You had left one of them to be horribly eaten by walkers as bait...you’d never thought you’d do something like that, but there you were. You’d do it again in order to protect your family without a second thought. This world ended up changing you, someone had said, you didn’t remember who, and by now you knew well how true it was.

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You were pacing up and down the corridor outside your cells anxiously, unsure of what to do. Daryl had retreated into a cell not long ago, after yet another fight with Glenn about Merle.

You wanted to see him, you hadn’t had the chance either the courage to speak with him yet, but you weren’t sure how you were going to react. You were still a mess of feelings. You didn’t want to walk in and start yelling at him for leaving or worse, start crying, but neither wanted to act like nothing had happened, like you weren’t hurt.

The wish to see him was too big, though, so when you saw Carol walking out of Daryl’s room you headed towards it only to stop midway, suddenly nervous. What if he didn’t want to see you? What if he really didn’t care? You couldn’t bear it...

“Come on, go and say hi,” Carol told you when she reached you, an amused smiled on her face as she saw you go back and forth. “Don’t be hard on him, though.”

You shrugged, letting out a noncommittal hum, but took a deep breath and walked to the cell.

You walked through the door but stood there silent, unsure of what to say. Daryl was sitting down on the bed, absentmindedly fidgeting with one of his arrows. He looked up at you when he sensed you but quickly dropped his gaze again. You were about to leave, afraid he was purposely ignoring you, but unable to force yourself to say anything, when he scooted closer to the headboard, sitting down against the wall as if making room for you to sit on the bed too. When you didn’t move, he looked at you again, his blue eyes uncertain.

You bit your lip, fighting your nerves telling you to run away, and sat down on the bed. He was still fidgeting, spinning the arrow and you stayed silent.

“You’re mad,” Daryl muttered without looking at you.

“I...I’m upset... You left us...” There was no point lying, you wanted him to know how you were feeling, even if you were afraid of how he might react. “You just left.”

“I didn’t just leave...I found my brother again...” He said defensively, although you thought he sounded guilty too. “I had to be with him Y/N, he’s my brother, he’s family.”

“I thought we were family too.” You couldn’t help the hurt that tainted your words. “I thought you cared about us.”

“You are family, why you say that...” Daryl sounded upset although his eyes were regretful, but you just couldn’t stop being hurt.

“You didn’t stop to think how we might feel, knowing you abandoned us for Merle...and after what he did...” You insisted, unable to stop your words now that you were letting yourself talk. “Didn’t you care about not seeing us again? You wouldn’t have missed us?” Because heaven knew you had missed him as if someone had crushed your heart.

“I did.” He said, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. “So I’m here now...”

“I’m glad you are here, I am, for real. I was afraid I wasn’t going to see you ever again, I thought...I...” You bit your lip to stop you from saying anything else, afraid of what may slip off your lips. “But I’m hurt...You left us like we were nothing...”

“It wasn’t like that.” He snapped, frowning at you, letting go of the arrow, upset blue eyes finally fixing on you. “Merle’s my brother, if it were your brother who you had found, wouldn’t have you go with him? Cos I’m damn sure you would.”

“Maybe, but not without telling you first and I don’t think I could have left you like that anyway...you are my family now. I care for you...for all of you.” You added, flustered. “And my brother is not a prick.”

“What you know...you haven’t seen him in what, eight years? You don’t know him, he may very well be an asshole.” Daryl pointed out. You knew he didn’t really mean anything by it, that he was just upset with the whole situation, but it rubbed you the wrong way.

“Yeah, yeah you are right.” You got up from the bed and paced around the small room furiously, doing your best not to cry. “I don’t know a single thing about my own damn brother, maybe I wouldn’t even recognize his face anymore. He might be as big of an asshole as his father, for all I know, yeah. You are damn right.”

“’m sorry...I didn’t mean to say it like that.” He sounded genuine and you knew he was “Was just trying to explain to you...” He trailed off, shrugging awkwardly as if he didn’t know what to say and you forced yourself to stop pacing.

You sat down on the bed again, leaning against the wall and tilting your head back, closing your eyes for a second.

“I’m sorry too, you know how I feel about it...” You tailed off but you knew Daryl would understand. He knew how you felt about your brother, knew it was a sensitive matter for you. He was the only one in your group you talked to about it. “I don’t want to argue with you.”

“It’s you who’s mad.” He was fidgeting again.

“I can’t really be, though...I’m too happy you are back.” You admitted. It was worth just for seeing the cute small smile he gave you.

You reached out your hand, tentatively, and he took it, lacing his fingers with yours, and you couldn’t help the way your heart started beating faster.

“I’m happy I’m back too,” Daryl said quietly and you could swear you saw him blush.

“You were really that upset cos I left?” Daryl asked after a moment, his voice a rasped murmur.

His face was down, as if trying to hide. You tried not to read much into his question, though. You knew he was actually quite an insecure person, so the question didn’t surprise you as much as it could.

“Of course I was, idiot.” You squeezed his hand. “You are my family, I care for you, Daryl. Thinking I wouldn’t see you again...it’s something I never want to feel again.” It was your turn to blush now.

He smiled but quickly hid his face again.

“I didn’t want to leave,” Daryl said after a moment of silence. “But I couldn’t just leave Merle either...but after we left I was all time thinking ways of dragging him here, I wanted to come back.” He let go of your hand to start fidgeting with the arrow again. “But I knew the others wouldn’t want him to stay...but that we are here maybe they’ll accept him...”

That wasn’t going to be easy, but you didn’t want to say it in case it made you argue again, not now that he was opening up to you, so you just nodded silently. The knowledge he hadn’t wanted to leave, that he really cared for all you and had wanted to come back had made you feel better instantly, as if a weight that had been pulling you down had been suddenly lifted from you.

“I’ll make it up to all of you.” Daryl kept going when you didn’t say anything. “For leaving and for what Merle did and all.”

“You don’t need to make up anything, is not your responsibility what Merle does or doesn’t.” You frowned, hating to see Daryl being dragged down by Merle’s actions, always having to clean after him.

“It kind of is...” Daryl murmured, his fingers nervously spinning the arrow.

“No, it’s not. You gotta keep an eye on him now that you brought him here, that’s true, keep him from making trouble.” It wasn’t going to be easy and you knew it, especially not now that Rick had unlocked Merle so he could help around, everyone doing their best to keep out of his way. “But what he did with the Governor has nothing to do with you.”

“How are Maggie and Glenn doing?” He asked, looking at you with worried eyes.

“Not that good...” You replied honestly. “Glenn’s just...he’s so angry all the time I’m scared he’s going to do something reckless...”

“And Maggie...your brother did not only terrorize her and torture Glenn, but he also let the Governor humiliate her, grope her...” You were so angry at it you wanted to go and punch Merle in the face until your hand bled, but Daryl’s feelings for him stopped you from doing anything like that. And that was nothing compared with what you wanted to do to the Governor.

Daryl flinched at your words and your heart went to him, but he needed to know the truth.

“We’ll make it up to them.” He said quietly, grasping the arrow so tight his hand was shaking.

“It’s not you who has to do it.” You nudged him gently with your knee, hating to see him blaming himself again and again over Merle’s actions.

“Then I’ll make Merle make it up to them.” Daryl shrugged.

“Tell me if you need help punching him or something.” You chimed in and he snorted but gave you a smile that sent butterflies to your stomach.

“Ey, did you ran into a small group when you were out there?” You asked suddenly, Tyreese and his group springing to your mind.

Daryl frowned as if confused by your question. “Found a family trapped on a bridge, the geeks were about to eat them, baby and all.”

“No!” You gasped horrified and you were even surer you couldn’t leave the safety of the prison’s fences, no with baby Judith, no matter how big of a threat the Governor was.

“I helped them kill the walkers, they managed to leave the bridge, Y/N,” Daryl reassured you. “Merle was an ass to them though...”

“Go figure...” You rolled your eyes. “That family was lucky you were close.” As lucky as your family was to have him back. You smiled proudly at Daryl but he just shrugged.

“Why you asked anyway?”

“Carl found a small group on the other side of the prison, brought them here to save them from the walkers.” You explained. “They were nice people, Daryl, they weren’t a threat, but Rick kicked them out.”

“That’s cos Rick worries about us, he can’t just let everyone in, they could have been dangerous...” Daryl replied, but he sounded unsure.

“I know he wants to protect us, but it wasn’t like that...he...he lost it, Daryl.” You shook your head. “He began yelling at them to leave, then he was screaming to the air, to someone we couldn’t see, he scared the shit out of us. And before you arrived he was just wandering outside the prison alone like he were searching for something...It was almost like he had gone insane...”

“He’s still recovering from Lori...” The arched said quietly. “He’ll be alright soon.”

“I hope so...” You weren’t just complaining, you were truly worried about Rick. His behavior was endangering the group and you were low key angry at him still, but you cared for him nevertheless and it pained you to see him like that.  “Between that and Glenn seeming to lose it too, I couldn’t be happier you are here.”

Before Daryl could say anything, Maggie and Carl’s voices made you jump to your feet.

“Andrea, it’s Andrea! He’s outside the fences, walkers are gonna get her!”

Daryl and you rushed to join the others, stopping just to grab you a shotgun and him his crossbow, and then he was running outside with his brother and Rick while you headed to the platform.

“What the shit...” You murmured as you watched Rick throw Andrea to her knees and search her. Sure, she had been with the Governor, but he was still Andrea, your lost companion! You refused to believe he was here with the Governor or that she meant to attack you.

Rick and Daryl didn’t seem to share your thoughts though, and they dragged her inside roughly. You reached the hall in time to see Andrea and Carol hugging, and she hugged you next before pulling apart and realizing how many of you were missing...T-Dog, Lori, Shane...

Everyone was tense, eyeing Andrea with suspicion as she tried to explain herself and you hated it but couldn’t do anything about it except hope you all could reach an understatement. You perched yourself on top of the table, next to Daryl, watching anxiously as the group argued with Andrea.

“I think we should try and make an agreement with the Governor like Andrea says...” You murmured to Daryl after Rick stormed off and Andrea walked outside with Michonne. It was the only way you could see of not having to leave the prison without risking to be attacked. You weren’t that sure you could protect yourselves if Woodbury decided to attack you with all they had.

“That Governor wants no agreement.” Daryl shook his head. “He wants to kill us. And I want to kill him too.”

“Yeah, well, then maybe we’ll all end up dead.” You said gloomily before walking away.

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All I See is Gold

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by angelsammy

When Beth Greene gets swept away against her will to a hospital in the middle of walker-ridden Atlanta, she never expects to find a lifelong friendship, and possibly a new kind of love as well. Her and Cordelia Winchester find they have something special. But in order to be happy, they must leave the hospital to reunite with their families. Will their plan to escape the hospital and find their families work? Or have the girls' fates already been sealed?

Words: 423, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Walking Dead, Supernatural

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F

Characters: OC - Character, Beth Greene, Daryl Dixon, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, dean's toddler daughter oc, Rick Grimes, Michonne, literally everyone from twd

Relationships: beth greene x oc, winchesters and sister oc, Destiel

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All I See is Gold

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2xflHFr

by angelsammy

When Beth Greene gets swept away against her will to a hospital in the middle of walker-ridden Atlanta, she never expects to find a lifelong friendship, and possibly a new kind of love as well. Her and Cordelia Winchester find they have something special. But in order to be happy, they must leave the hospital to reunite with their families. Will their plan to escape the hospital and find their families work? Or have the girls' fates already been sealed?

Words: 423, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Walking Dead, Supernatural

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F

Characters: OC - Character, Beth Greene, Daryl Dixon, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, dean's toddler daughter oc, Rick Grimes, Michonne, literally everyone from twd

Relationships: beth greene x oc, winchesters and sister oc, Destiel

Additional Tags: Destiel - Freeform, OC, Supernatural OC - Freeform, Dean Winchester - Freeform, Sam Winchester - Freeform, Gay, lesbian, girlxgirl, Supernatural - Freeform, the walking dead - Freeform, twd, SPN - Freeform, SPN Sisfic, spn sister, Winchester Sister, winchester sisfic, beth greene x reader, gay fanfic, Fanfiction, Fanfic, Michonne - Freeform, rick grimes - Freeform, daryl dixon - Freeform, castiel - Freeform, beth greene - Freeform, twd oc, spn oc, the walking dead oc, Funny, Cute, LGBT, LGBTQ, LGBTQ Character, Sad, Angst, Fluff, Death, Zombies, Walkers, Heaven, Hell, angel - Freeform, demon, spn twd crossover, Crossover, supernatural x the walking dead, supernatural the walking dead crossover, Crossover Fanfic, TV Show, AMC, The CW

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