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manjiropie · 3 years

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do whatever is in your mind.

Young Mikey x Reader!

Warn! no warnings today! enjoy!

It's not often Mikey and I have a quarrel. We do bicker here and there, but that's what happens between friends, right?

I've joined Toman for almost a year now– although I've known Manjiro for much longer. I met him through Emma, who is a big friend of mine for as long as I can remember. She was there for me at times when I felt like there was no exit, no light. She's an extremely important part of my life– of me.

I've come to realize that I have been spending more and more time near Mikey, which is not bad, I do enjoy his presence. He may look tough and intimidating but he's just like a mochi: freezing cold on the outside but melting saccharine inside. Now that I'm a part of the gang and actually get to know and participate, I've gotten closer to him. Here and there Mikey invites me out.

"So, it's like a date?" I'd smirk suggestively at him.

"In your dreams." He'd try to hide his smile and he'd look away.

However, there are a few little habits he has that tend to send me on a rage trip. I get mad easily. Things will likely set on fire quickly. It's not that I want to, but my mother is not one of the most patient people in the world and she tells me to cool down. As if.

This last week was the cherry on top.

Mikey had crossed the line. He had pissed me off in every single way possible. He pretended not to listen to me while he was eating. He would answer me in a "oh, I don't really fucking care about what you're talking about!" way. He tripped while he was laughing hysterically at something Draken had said and his pink lemonade was all over my white shirt. He drew in an assignment that was due to the next day for my math class. He told me off for no reason at all in front of everyone in the last Toman's meeting... all of that wasn't on purpose. I am aware of how incredibly short his attention spam is when it comes to not so important affairs. But, fuck, couldn't he just be a little nicer to me? At least during last week where I was having sharp cramps in my fucking uterus? Yeah, maybe he didn't know that because I try not to be so obvious. But when he told us we'd be training last thursday I almost laid on the ground in fetal position and cried for hours. I didn't! I fought and then went home and cried.

Then, this Saturday– today –he invited me to his house to hang out. Emma was with a friend and his grandfather was out of town. When he called me to his house we never did much. We'd watch TV, hang out on the couch discussing stupid stuff, we'd be on our phones... nothing so wow. It was still fun, though.

I wasn't in the best mood to leave my comfy bed but I was way less in the mood to fight him off over the phone. So I slid out of the bed and dressed the first jeans I saw laying on the end of my bed and the oversized Nirvana shirt hanging off my chair (it's actually my dad's shirt, shhh).

I knocked twice on his bedroom's door.

"Come in." He yelled from inside. I open the door and he's laying on the bed, his head hanging off of it and his hair is almost touching the floor. His face lit up and he rolled over so he laid on his stomach. I walk over and sit down beside him.

"What's up with the frown?" I didn't notice I was frowning to be honest. Guess the bad mood followed me here.

I shrug.

"Ugh, don't tell me you're in a bad mood." He whines. "I called you here to chill and you're already angry. What's up?" He lays on his pillow and swings his legs to place them on my lap. I huff and shove them off, getting up.

"You've been treating me like shit the whole week and now you wanna chill?" I say, more calm than I thought.

"I did not treat you like shit this week? When do I treat you like shit?" His tone was one of disbelief and confusion.

"Ah, Mikey. Embarrassing me in front of the rest of gang; spilling your drink on my school shirt, which is now stained; ignoring me or answering like you're bored..." I list them off on my fingers. "I am the one who asks, what's up with you?! God, you're always being so unpredictable, which is good sometimes but not like this! Not to me!"

I flop down on the couch, starting to get tired of this whole thing. Knowing Mikey, I know that he'll not lay down again.

"So you're the only one allowed to have bad days now?" He sits on the edge of his bed and I turn my head around lazily, uninterested, bored, like him.

"You were laughing incredibly loud with Takemitchi and Draken friday."

"You can be so annoying sometimes."

"Oh, I'm the annoying one now?" I stand up.

"If you don't like my company, why did you even come in first place?" He also stands. We don't have much height difference, but he's hardly two inches taller than me.

His voice is calm, like always. Which makes me infuriated. "Fucking hell! Does it hurt for you to apologize!?" My sudden outburst takes him on surprise, and me, too.

"I already apologized, stop whining about it."

"I'm not whining–"

"If you weren't," he walks to his desk and sets a cup that was once beside his bed down. "You would've dropped this matter before."

"You don't give a damn about what I feel, do you, Mikey?"

"What?" He turns around, brows knit together.

"You heard me. You made me have a bad week and the least you could do is apologize, you dumbass!" I stomp to his direction.

"I already did! Why don't you–"

"Shut up or I'll punch you." I say, slightly looking up.

His eyebrows twitch and he slowly tilts his head to the side, like a puppy. "Or what.. ?"

"Are you fucking deaf?" I point to my ears.

He comes a little closer. "You're gonna do what if I don't shut up?"

"I'm going to punch you if you don't stop being a brat." I sneer at him. My blood boiling. The stress from this shitty past week overflowing in that moment.

"Oh, yeah?" I could feel his breath oh my nose.

"What? Are you doubting me? I would." I jerk up an eyebrow. I've never fought physically with him. But it's not like I can't.

"I'd like to see you try." His eyes flicker to my lips for a brief second and my breath fails, making me cough.

"What? Can't punch me?" He amuses.

"Fuck you."

Suddenly I feel an arm sneak around my waist and in a second I'm chest to chest with Mikey. My eyes widen– his were peaceful as ever, although superior.

"Do it." He says, looking down at me.

The way he's holding me is making my head spin. True, Mikey is cute...

"Do what?"

He laughs at my confused expression. "I don't know... what did you say you'd do to me?"

Ha ha.

His hold on me tightens.

"Do whatever is on your mind." He says.

My eyes roam free between his eyes and his soft pink lips. Do whatever is on your mind.

If he knew what was on my mind, would he still allow me to?

"Do it," he encourages me once again, "aren't you the 'oh so brave' one? Punch me, yell at me, do whatever you want to me."

Those words were the last push I needed. My hands find the soft skin of his neck, hidden by his long hair. I pull him close and lock our lips together. I feel him making a little sound, I don't know if it was surprise or relief.

If by just looking at it his lips seemed soft, actually touching it felt like kissing cotton candy or guessing cloud shapes.

He didn't pull back, in fact, he held me with both hands. I have no clue how he did that but it seemed as though all of my worries dissipated as we kissed.

My heart was beating so fast that it made my chest hurt. My head started to pound when I spent a little too long without air. I pull back from his lips and keep my gaze on them as I breathe heavily.

"Hm." He hums quietly, almost dreamily if you'd ask me.

I look up at his face and smile a bit, noticing how his cheeks are pink. I lift an eyebrow up as if asking what he was thinking. He shakes his head and then puts his right hand on my cheek, caressing it. He kisses me again. This time is slower. As though being present in the moment. As if it were just me and him and nothing else.

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I hope you guys liked It! It was so pleasant writing this out of the small bits of ideas that I have. Don't forget: my requests are open. You can request anything! Thank you for reading! Oh, likes and reblogs help a lot! If you consider following it'd make me even happier <3

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littlestarofthewest · 5 years

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Hello, I love your writing. Please can I request John Marston and sub!reader who loves his attitude and dominance towards her? Thanks

@theunholyoutlaw reblogged this post a while back, and it made me think of this request, so here’s a little something for you and all my thirsty John hoes out there! Thank you @the-neigh-sayer for the title picture!

Title: You’re Gonna Need It | Word Count: 1816 | Rating: Explicit!!! (18+)

Pairing: John Marston & female reader

Tags: public sex, exhibitionism, use of demeaning terms for women, modern au

Today should have been great. Instead, you feel miserable. After not seeing John for two weeks, you're on your way to a hotel for a romantic getaway over the weekend. Not that you're looking for romance. Right now, you want nothing more than to get John naked and ride his dick until you forget your own name. The problem? You're stuck in the worst traffic jam you've ever been in before.

It's the middle of the summer, the heat getting to you despite the AC and your flimsy clothes. You could argue that you're wearing your tiny top braless and your shortest shorts to stay cool, but the truth is that you like to tease John whenever possible.

Even that devilish thought went out the window about an hour ago, though. On both sides of John's car, huge trucks are blocking the view, and you begin to feel as if they're getting closer. You become more and more restless on your seat, shimmying around without finding a comfortable position. Finally, a deep sigh breaks out of you, and John turns down the music before turning to you.

"You okay?"

"This is bullshit," you grunt, gesturing at the road ahead. "We should be at the hotel by now. I could have gotten you out of your clothes an hour ago."

"You really think I'd be the naked one?" John asks, something lingering in his voice that sends a shiver down your spine. Indeed, you're usually the one presenting yourself to him.

"I'm just saying we could be doing way better things than standing in traffic."

"I'm sure it'll clear up soon."

John and you both stare at the van in front of you, the trunk so stuffed full that you can't see the people inside. Still, you hate them because they're in front of you, blocking the road to your pleasure. You sigh again, making John take another look at you.

This time, he doesn't bother asking what's wrong. Instead, his eyes wander from your face down and linger on your chest before he studies your legs. You grow even hotter, trying your best not to move, but you roll your hips a little, enjoying the friction the jeans cause between your legs.

"Do you really need it so bad that you can't wait?" John asks, amusement in his voice.

You prefer not to answer, although you know how that might get you into trouble. John doesn't give you much time to make up your mind.

"No answer?" he asks, the dangerous edge from before back in his voice.

When you stay still, he reaches for you, placing his hand on your neck. It's like a secret code, telling you that he'll keep going if you don't stop him. You bite your lip, underlining your silence.

John lets his hand travel down your neck and shoulder, his fingers taking the thin strap of your top with them. As soon as your breast is exposed, he grabs a handful, kneading the soft flesh before moving over to the other side. You wish you could tell John no, but your nipples harden under his touch, and you feel that familiar tingling between your legs that you've been trying to keep away for the last few hours.

"I asked you a question," John insists, rolling your nipple between his fingers before giving it a hard pull.

You gasp, knowing full well that it's futile to play this game for long. "God, yes, I need it bad."

John takes his hand away and watches you instead. "Take off your shorts."

"But I-"

"Don't make me ask twice, darling."

Despite the use of the pet name, you know you're in dangerous waters, so you quickly comply and shimmy down your pants. To surprise John at the hotel, you only put on a flimsy little thong that barely covers anything. Judging by the way John's eyes widen, you made a good choice there.

He puts a hand on your thigh, watching you squirm in anticipation as he rubs his thumb lightly over your skin. "What would you want to do at the hotel?"

"Ride your cock," you say without pause. After all, you'll end up confessing it anyway.

John gives no indication if that's a satisfying answer, but his hand moves up your thigh and between your legs. You spread them further apart to give him more room, and John runs his fingers over the soft fabric of your underwear. Without even looking at you, he keeps teasing you, making you bite your lip again.

The column of cars moves a tiny bit, but you're too occupied by John's hand to really notice. The car's closer to the front of the truck next to you now. John leans over as if to take a look at the driver. "I remember when I was driving one of these," he says, his eyes roaming over your body again. "You wouldn't believe what I got to see from up there. Most people don't think about that when they do weird stuff in their cars."

You freeze for a moment before closing your legs and moving away from the window. "You think he can see me?"

John keeps up the rub between your legs, not worried about the possibility at all. "Would you really mind?"

You wish you could say no, but the idea of a stranger getting hard by watching what John does to you has something intriguing about it. You open your legs, eagerly rolling your hips to get more friction against John's hand.

"That's my good little slut," John says, and waves of heat rush through your body at the words.

John's touch is not quite enough, so you reach up to massage your breasts. Teasing your nipples always gets you incredibly wet, and John takes that as his cue to brush your underwear aside. His fingers dig between your folds, and he uses your juices to draw circles over your clit.

You moan eagerly at the touch, your fingers digging into the flesh of your tits as you imagine how the truck driver might get himself off. John keeps teasing you like this until you can barely sit still, lifting yourself up from the seat to get closer to his hand. He pushes you back down and slides two fingers into you, making you cry out.

"Jesus, girl, you really need it bad," John says, dragging his fingers in and out at a steady rhythm. "Did you think about this while I was gone? How badly you wanted me to fuck you?"

You moan as an answer, but of course, John doesn't let you off so easily. He keeps his hand still, not letting you get any more friction. "I didn't hear an answer from my little slut."

"I did," you gasp, your hips bucking. "I always thought about it when I got myself off, how good your dick would feel inside of me. I want it so bad."

John takes his hand away, and you wonder what you did wrong. You dare to look over to him and find him pushing back his seat. Then, he opens up his jeans and gets his cock out, stroking himself. "Get over here. We don't need no hotel."

You don't hesitate to crawl onto the other seat, and John pushes into you the second you're on his lap. "Fuck, yes," you moan as you sit down on him. You've always loved that first stretch and how good John fills you up.

"Better show me how much of a slut you are for me," he says.

John grabs your breasts again, teasing your nipples before sucking one of them in his mouth. Despite the tight space, you do your best to bounce up and down on his dick, knowing full well how much John loves when you lose control completely.

You moan and gasp without holding back and make no attempt to stop John when he grabs your hips to push you down even harder. You forget everything around you, the only thing mattering to you the rising pressure between your legs and how John's cock hits your core with every thrust.

He holds you by the neck again and watches you while you grind on his cock, eager to give him as much pleasure as he gives you.

"Now that's how a good whore behaves," John says, his raspy voice hitting you like a stroke right between your legs. "I can't wait to rough fuck you through the night, give that tight pussy something to remember for the next time I'm gone."

His words drive you closer and closer to the edge, and then he moves his hand, his fingers closing tighter and tighter around your throat, his cock hammering into you with long, hard thrusts.

"I gonna watch you come on my cock before I fill you up," John says, and you take it as a command to come, no longer able to hold on.

You let out a cry as your orgasm rips through you, your thighs shaking. John uses the way your muscles clench around him for his own pleasure, not stopping to push into you for a second. His fingers dig hard into the flesh on your hips as he comes, filling you up just like he promised.

For a moment, you both sit still, breathing heavily. You might even have stayed like this for a while longer, but loud honks bring you back to reality. The trucks beside you moved away, and other cars roll past while the driver behind you completely loses his shit.

"Fucking asshole," John grunts, and you quickly crawl back onto your seat, covering up as best as you can.

The car behind you changes the lane, and John gives him the finger as he drives by. You can't help but laugh, happy hormones still rushing through you, and John smiles over to you while he tucks himself away.

"Bet he's just jealous he didn't get to fuck the hottest little slut in town."

You roll your eyes, but lean over to give John a quick kiss before he starts driving. "You're such a romantic."

John laughs, but when you lean over to pick up your shorts, John reaches over to stop you. "I didn't tell you to put these back on."

"But-"

"But nothing," John says. "We still have some way to go to the hotel. You'll keep teasing yourself. I want you all wet and ready once we're there. You’re gonna need it."

He's not even looking at you now, focused on the road again. Still, you know that he's not kidding. After cleaning yourself up as good as possible, you reach down between your legs. Past experience has taught you one thing: if John says you’re gonna need it, you’re definitely gonna need it, and if you're honest with yourself, you can't wait.

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twdeadfanfic · 5 years

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The first to blow your mind Pt.1

Welcome to my new mini-series!

Daryl Dixon x Reader

*Summary: It’s Daryl Dixon’s 18th birthday and he can’t stop his brother from dragging him to the strip club, one of Merle’s favourite places, to celebrate. There’s a new singer there, a girl with a beautiful voice and a beautiful smile, even Daryl can see it. Little does he know, he’s going to meet her again at the woods soon. This was a request but it got out of hand.

Daryl’s POV. Teen Daryl.Pre-apocalypse. Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst

3341 words.

Chapters: 1/8

Link to masterlist is in the info of this blog.

I know this story is different because it’s pre-apocalypse, it has teen Daryl, and it’s all from Daryl’s pov...but I’m excited about it and I hope you all will like it too, please let me know your thoughts. By the way, I didn’t come up with the idea of the song that the reader sang, it came for the request, it was a nice choice!

***I’ve been reblogging a lot of young Norman pics to get in the mood for teen Daryl, if you want to check it! Some of them are really how I imagine him in this story: https://twdeadfanfic.tumblr.com/tagged/tftbym ***

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It didn’t take long for Daryl to regret having let Merle drag him to the strip club. It wasn’t the first time he tried, but this time Daryl hadn’t managed to get away from it, with Merle saying it was his 18th birthday present and what not, literally dragging him to the club.

So there he was now, with his brother and Merle’s group of friends, feeling as out of place and awkward as ever, surrounded by half-naked girls and men hollering at them to take more clothes off, and honestly, he didn’t see the point.

He didn’t like his brother’s friends, he wasn't interested in getting high like they did almost every night. He had never been tempted, seeing how the drugs made Merle a mean, bigger asshole, out of control, getting into even more trouble. He wasn’t interested in paying girls so they’d take their clothes off or seeing them naked either, if only it made him more uncomfortable.

“Come on, baby bro!” Merle’s voice was so loud Daryl was sure he could be heard in the whole club, not that it was big to begin with, and Daryl cringed, shrinking into his seat. “That one has her eyes on you!” Daryl scoffed, rolling his eyes, but he glanced to the half-naked girl for a second before dropping his gaze to the ground again, making Merle guffaw as he shoved a bill into the dancer’s underwear. “Booze’s on me too!”

Daryl swallowed the drink that Merle passed him in one go, hoping he’d get wasted soon and it’d made it easier to deal with Merle and his friends, but it only made his headache go worse.

At some point, the music changed and Merle elbowed him. “That's the new girl! She's been here for a month or so. You gotta see that ass!” Merle laughed and Daryl looked up from the floor and to the stage in time to see a girl stopping in front of a microphone. She wasn’t half naked like the others but wearing a tight, deep red, sequin dress. “She’s super hot, isn’t she?” Daryl shrugged but nodded, he supposed she was beautiful.

“Wait until she takes off the dress” Merle let out a big laugh. “You’re wearing too much clothes sweetheart!” He hollered at the girl, unnecessary loud considering they were as close as possible to the stage, and Daryl tried to make himself as small as possible on his seat again.

The girl just winked at his brother, and then she began singing.

You've been a bad, bad boy

gonna take my time, so enjoy

There's no need to feel no shame

Relax, and sip upon my champagne

Cos I wanna give you a little taste

Of the sugar below my waist, you nasty boy.

She had a beautiful voice, Daryl had to give her that, he hadn’t expected he’d see something like that. All the men had gone quiet while she sang, even his brother, which wasn’t an easy thing to achieve.

Oh baby, for all it's worth

I swear I'll be the first to blow your mind

Now, if you're ready, come and get me

I'll give you that hot, sweet, sexy loving

Merle was right, she was beautiful, a smile on her face as she sang, her body rocking with the music, as if hypnotizing him, and Daryl found himself staring at her, he couldn’t help it.

Hush now, don't say a word

I'm gonna give you what you deserve

Now, you better give me a little taste

Put your icing on my cake

You nasty boy.

Daryl’s eyes followed the girl’s hands as they roamed over her body and he swallowed hard, blushing, but he couldn’t make himself look away.

Now give me a little spanking

Oh, oh, is that all you've got?

Come on now, don't play with me.

“I’ll spank you, just come here, darling, and take off that damn dress!” Merle hollered, laughing, making Daryl cringe again, but if the girl heard him she didn't seem to care, still singing with that dreamy smile on her face.

Oh, give me that hot, sweet, nasty

Boy, don't you make me wait[

Now you better give me a little taste

Put your icing on my cake

You nasty boy.

The song ended, the music changed and the spell was broken. The men were back at hollering at the girls and Daryl was back at looking at the floor.

“Come here, sweetheart, and lose some clothes!”

Daryl heard his brother cheering and when he looked up he saw him calling for the singer as he waved some bills on his hand. The girl let her dress fall to the floor as she approached them, revealing black, lace underwear, and Daryl quickly dropped his gaze to the floor again.

“It's sweet you come to watch me sing almost every day,” the girl said and Daryl looked up just enough to see Merle shoving some bills into her underwear before dropping his gaze to the floor again.

“Not as sweet as that ass of yours, that's what I come to see!” Merle guffawed. “You know what sweetheart, it’s my baby bro birthday!” Daryl felt his brother throwing an arm over his shoulders, roughly pulling him to his side. “Why you don’t give him a private show as a present, uh?” Daryl's cheeks heat up, his heart beating hard, and he managed to break free from his brother’s grasp.

“It doesn’t seem he likes me much.” The girl chuckled awkwardly and Daryl said nothing, eyes fixed on the ground.

“Goddamit…what’s wrong with you, lil’ bro?!” Merle grumbled. “Ignore him, sweetheart, you have the attention of the best, big brother. He gotta embarrass me everywhere, being such a pussy.”

“Shut up!” Daryl snapped, glaring at his brother, who was smirking as if he had accomplished whatever he’d been trying to do. He forced himself to look at the girl as if trying to prove a point. She was beautiful indeed, her smile sweet as she looked at him, and she looked younger than he had realized.

“Happy birthday, darling…what you say, do you want a private show? That’s not really something that I do, but well, could make an exception for those eyes of yours.” She winked at him and Daryl’s heart skipped a beat, it was being hard not to look away. “Well, these straps are looking too bare, aren’t they, darling?” She wiggled one of her shoulders, hooking a finger under the strap of her bra and pulling at it. “Maybe get your brother to decorate them with some bills and I’ll think about giving you that private show…”

She leaned over towards where he was sat down until Daryl’s eyes landed on her neckline and he couldn’t keep it together any longer, sitting up abruptly, almost pushing the girl away.

“I don’t need any of that!” He snapped, storming away, gritting his teeth in shame as he heard Merle’s and his friend’s loud laughs.

“Told you sweetheart, a pussy!”

During the next days, Daryl couldn't stop thinking about the night of his birthday, the strip club and the girl, feelings of embarrassment and shame making him blush red again. Merle had kept teasing him, laughing at him when he managed to make him snap.

He didn't know why but he couldn't get that singer out of his head, no matter he tried, his brain kept replaying her song and he kept seeing her smile, seeing her winking at him, calling him darling...He was sick and tired of it all, and he was doing his best to forget about that night and ignore his brother’s teasing.

About a week later, Daryl was walking through the woods, hoping to find some squirrels or a rabbit, when he heard some noises. As he walked closer, he recognized a voice singing and then she saw a girl walking around.

Daryl lowered his crossbow, wondering what she was doing there, he had never seen someone there, though the girl seemed oblivious to his presence. She spun as she sang and then she spotted him, jumping a bit.

“Shit, you scared me!”

Daryl didn't say anything, just looked at her. He had thought he recognized the singing voice, and now he was almost sure it was her. She looked very different without makeup though, and younger, and even her voice as she spoke was different than when she’d talked in the strip club, less husky.

“You hunting or something?” She asked when he still didn't say anything, and Daryl nodded. “Didn't know I was in risk of getting hunted.” She chuckled quietly.

“I'd never seen none here,” Daryl said quietly.

“I know, that's why I decided to come for a walk.”

It seemed she didn't know who he was, and why would she, sure a lot of men had come and gone to the club since his birthday and sure she smiled and winked to everyone, she hadn't even really looked at him.

“By the way, hi! You’re the birthday boy!” Or maybe she did know who he was, and Daryl found himself blushing at her words. “You're the brother of Merle, he’s a loud guy but he comes almost every night and tips a lot.”

Daryl nodded in silence, looking down

“It's a good night when he shows up, I never get as many tips as when he does.” She chuckled again.

“You give him a lot of private shows?” Daryl didn't know what made him snap like that, maybe the embarrassing memories of that night.

“I told you that day, I don't do that. And anyway, it doesn't seem that safe to do private shows to half the men that go there, you know…”

“You seemed pretty ready to give me one.”

“I knew you weren't going to say yes, you seemed scared of me.” She giggled softly and Daryl blushed in embarrassment, glaring at her. “Or maybe you don't like me, dunno.”

“What if I had said yes?”

“Well, I would have asked for a very generous tip to your brother and then you'd have found that I'm actually not that good of a dancer.” She chuckled awkwardly. “But I wasn't worried, you looked harmless, you seemed sweet despite the guys you were with. It just seemed a good way to get more tips from your brother.”

She shrugged and Daryl didn't know what to say to all that, he knew she had talked to him like that back then only for the money, but still...he wondered if she was playing with him now too, and laughing at him. He didn't know what to do.

“I ain't sweet.” He snapped. Merle called him that sometimes as an insult or to laugh at him.

“Well, you don't look harmless now with that thing.” She pointed at his crossbow.

Daryl wondered if she might think he would hurt her...it bothered him but it shouldn’t surprise him, most of the people of that town thought all kind of things about the Dixon’s...some of the things they thought about Merle and his friends were true, but others weren’t.

“I ain't gonna hurt you or nothing.”

“You hunt a lot?”

“Gotta eat.”

“That must be so cool, being able to fend for yourself.”

Daryl just shrugged again.

“Your brother has kept coming to the club but you never came back.”

Daryl didn't know why she was still trying to talk to him, with how awkward everything was, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not but he couldn't make himself walk away.

“Look, I'm sorry about that night, the way in which you left, I didn't mean to make you feel bad or anything.”

Daryl just scoffed at that. “Why you talking to me now? I ain't gonna put nothing in your bra if that's what you're trying to get.”

“Yeah, cos I'm a stripper who only does shit for money, how did I forgot.” The girl snapped. “You know, I was wrong about you.”

She turned over and began walking away, further into the woods, and Daryl didn't know why but he felt a stab of guilt in his gut that made him follow her.

“You're going in the wrong direction.”

“What?”

“You're walking away from the town.” Daryl pointed behind them.

“Maybe that's what I want.” The girl looked at him defiantly.

“You're gonna get lost.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Whatever then, I don't give a shit.” Daryl turned to walk away and despite his words, he was relieved when he heard the girl walking behind him.

“How comes you don't get lost?”

“I know these woods.” He shrugged, he had been going there for years now.

“You talk like you had been coming here for years and years but what are you, like fifteen?” The girl giggled and Daryl glared at her. “Don't look at me like that, I'm just kidding! You looked too young to be in a strip club though.”

“I'm eighteen.” He grumbled. “And aren't you too young to work in one? You can't be much older than me.”

“I'm not too young, I turned nineteen months ago, and it's not like this town has a lot of jobs to offer you know. I need it… How was that that you said? Gotta eat.”

“You don't have family or nothing?”

“My mom died a year and a half ago.” The girl looked down and Daryl felt a stab in his heart he hadn’t felt in years as he was unable to stop the memory of his mother from coming to his mind at the girl’s words.

“I'm sorry.” He mumbled awkwardly.

“Don’t have none else so I gotta work, so I dropped out of school and began working as a cashier until they fired me a couple of months ago and then the only thing I found was that club… I wasn't sure they'd hire me, I hadn't danced before but I guess they liked that I sing...Can't dance as much as all that other girls do, but well, I try...” She chuckled quietly, wiggling her hips a bit, but Daryl thought she sounded sad.

“You sing well.” Daryl couldn’t stop himself from saying it aloud. She was beautiful too, Daryl didn't know how she could have thought the club might not hire her.

“Thank you!” The girl gave him a bright smile and Daryl felt his stomach knot with strange twirls. “You know, once I've saved enough money I'm gonna go to the city and try to be a real singer. I know it won't be easy but it'd be better than this shit town, can’t wait to leave… Gonna need a lot of your brother’s tips for that.” She giggled.

Daryl said nothing, just kept walking in silence.

“What about you, got anything you want to do with your life?”

“Why you keep talking to me?” Daryl didn’t mean to snap, didn’t mean to be rude, but he couldn’t understand why she’d still try to have a conversation with him, why would she tell him all that, why would she be interested in anything about him. He didn’t know what might she want from him, he had nothing, he wasn’t his brother.

“Dunno...Just trying to be friendly.” The girl shrugged, her smile gone. “I’m sorry, I won’t bother you more.” The girl followed him in silence and Daryl didn’t know why, but it made him feel bad.

“There’s nothing I want to do with my life.” He muttered after a little while, when he could already see the town ahead. He had never thought about it, he just followed Merle around, doing what his brother wanted, and he didn’t know if there was something else for him to do, he didn’t think so.

“There must be something...there’s nothing you really, really like doing?” The girl walked a bit faster until she was walking next to him, making him a bit nervous. Daryl shrugged, he had never given that any thought.

“Dunno...I like the woods I guess.”

“Me too.” The girl gave him one of those smiles that made his stomach do funny things. “It’s only the second day I go for a walk, but I think I really like it. It’s quiet.”

“Yeah.”

“Or it was until you bumped into me and I started talking your ear off, right?” The girl giggled, though she sounded a bit embarrassed.

“Didn’t mind it.” It was true, much to Daryl’s surprise, he usually didn’t like to talk to people, especially if he didn’t know them. He wasn’t used to be with anyone who wasn’t his brother and his friends.

“Yeah?” The girl smiled again and Daryl hummed a yes. “I thought I was annoying you.”

“Nah...just don’t know why you’d want to talk to me.” Daryl found himself admitting, though he regretted it as soon as it left his mouth, making him feel silly.

“Maybe I think you’re interesting.”

Daryl looked at her at that, taken aback and sure she was messing with him and laughing at him, but she was looking down. Daryl felt lost. It didn’t seem like the girl was laughing at him, but he couldn’t understand why she might think he was interesting, or why she was still trying to talk with him.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” The girl gave him another smile, she still seemed genuine, but Daryl wasn’t sure he could lower his guard, could trust that the girl wasn’t just messing with him, laughing at him behind his back. Still, some part of him wanted her not to stop talking to him.

“I’m Daryl.”

“I know” The girl nodded, smiling shyly. “It’s nice to meet you properly...well, I’m not sure it was nice for you.” The girl chuckled awkwardly, and Daryl didn’t know what to say. It hadn’t been not-nice, but he also felt awkward and nervous, and they just walked in silence further into the town.

“I’m going to that direction.” The girl pointed to the right, stopping to look at him as she chewed on her lower lip. “Are you going to go hunting to the same place tomorrow?”

“Maybe.” He should, he hadn’t hunted anything today, but he didn’t know why Y/N might care.

“Well, maybe I’ll to go for a walk to the same place tomorrow too,” Y/N said, Daryl still didn’t know why. “So maybe we’ll bump into each other again.” She looked at him as if expecting him to say anything, but he didn’t. “Or maybe not...okay, I gotta go, sorry for bothering you.”

Was she saying all that because she wanted to see him again? It made as little sense to Daryl as her wanting to talk to him, but for some reason it seemed she wanted to, and it didn’t seem to be because she was trying to trick him into something or laugh at him.

Did he want to see her again? Daryl wasn’t sure. He'd never had friends or anyone who wasn’t his brother, none who seemed interested in talking with him like that girl was, and he didn’t care, he was good alone. He didn’t know why someone like that girl could want to get to know him, but something in him made him want to know her too, no matter she made him nervous and awkward, no matter he still couldn’t understand why she wanted to talk with him.

The girl began walking away and Daryl made his decision.

“Same hour than today?”

The girl turned to look at him, a grin illuminating his face, making Daryl’s heart beat faster.

“Yes!”

As he watched her walk away, Daryl wondered if he’d regret it...he wondered if he was already regretting it. Still, as he walked to Merle’s place, he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips as he thought about Y/N. He didn’t understand that girl or why she seemed to want to be her friend, he wasn’t sure if he wanted her to be his friend, but he knew he wanted to try.

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So...it seems Daryl made a friend! Or he’s on his way to try and make one! What did you guys thought?

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