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biggerbetterbat · 1 year ago

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WITH YOU [4] THANK GOD DARYL DIXON ISN'T A WALKER

Daryl Dixon x OC (Charlie Reed)

Summary:Charlie gets closer to people at the camp, getting to know them. After Glenn goes to the run, she is trying to kill the time and goes into the woods.

Warnings language, smut - but not really

Song: Out Of The Woods Taylor Swift

DAYLIGHT ON WATTPAD

The camp was led by sheriff's deputy - Shane, and its main base of operations was RV which belonged to the old man- Dale. Charlie found out that right after the outbreak, all members of the camp headed toward Atlanta for safety and protection. However, as soon as they got there, they found out that the city was overrun. That's how Shane and Lori decided to set up an outpost at the quarry near the main road. Soon other survivors eventually saw the survivors and joined them at the campsite.

As the camp grew, they established some rules crucial for the life of the community. For example, the men were assigned to hunting, scavenging, and protecting the camp while the women were assigned to cooking, cleaning, and childcare - which Charlie personally didn't like because it was the end of the world, so those stupid divisions shouldn't matter.

At first, she was doing what she was told and just observing others, to kind of get to know them before she decided to talk to them.

That's why at first she thought that Lori was married to Shane and Carl was their son. They acted pretty intimate and the thing that they disappeared together in the woods, didn't slip her. Also, they came here together and established the camp, so it wasn't her to blame.

Lori herself was a very strong and selfless woman, she cared about Charlie and felt sorry for this whole greeting thing. But as good as she was as demanding and bossy she was too. Often she was just sitting or walking around pointing out what was wrong or what should be done. Charlie bit her tongue most of the time because she didn't want to be ungrateful, but when she had a choice she rather keep her distance from Lori.

The same was with Carl. He was the most annoying child she had ever met. And of course, he was traumatized and all, but that didn't change the fact that he had the hard character of a kid that used to have everything. He was shy and reserved, but he was doing whatever he wanted and most of the time Lori just didn't know where he was. Another very annoying feature of Carl was that he was trying his best to comfort those closest to him when he recognized that they were in need.

Because Charlie didn't need a ten-year-old boy to pat her back, because he knew shit. In other words, she kept him as much at a distance as she could, but he was near her most of the time as he liked to play with Sophia.

Sophia was her favorite and probably the only kid that she cared about in the camp. From the beginning, Charlie knew that she was afraid of the world and her father couldn't give her the comfort that she needed. Sophia's mom tried to be there for her, but she also had to make her husband happy, so she couldn't give her as much attention as she would want. At first little girl was shy, but soon enough Charlie found a way to the little girl's heart.

Carol was very grateful for that, she was grateful for Charlie because thanks to her, kids could forget about the horrors of the world - especially her little girl. At first, Carol didn't say much, she was giving her soft smiles, but as days passed by, she opened up more. She was observant- just like Charlie, and a soft-spoken woman. She didn't say much either way but was very smart. All she cared about was the well-being of her family, even her abusive husband Ed, who was just a piece of shit.

There were also two sisters in the camp. Amy- younger, and Andrea. Amy became a good friend of Charlie. She was a little naive, and in her mind, she probably was still fifteen, but she was nice. They were also the same age, so their friendship just came out naturally. Amy had a good heart and being with her for so long made Charlie think about some things, and look at them from another perspective. Amy was looking up to her older sister Andrea. She was very protective over her little sister and most of the time she acted like her mother. Charlie wasn't a big fan of her either, because she was stubborn and had strong opinions. She was also very judgmental and overall thought she was better than everyone else.

And speaking of being stubborn and opinionated...

Shane Walsh was the definition of those two words. Also, he was hotheaded, that's for sure. He might appear cautious or careful, thinking things over, but the truth was different. He was thinking things over, but just so he could persuade them to the group and do them his way- he wanted something and he was surely getting it. Charlie was sure that it was the same with women before because Shane was a very charming and handsome man...when he wanted to be. Charlie believed that he was a good man, helping somebody's wife and child, which made him bigger in her eyes. She was also aware that Shane was the type of man that she would go for - at least before. Men like Shane had something that attracted her. But the men that she was dating in the past weren't the good type, that's why she knew he was an asshole. He acted as the leader of the Atlanta group survivors, a position he clearly enjoyed and carried out strongly. In his opinion world was black or white, there was no compromise. He was the only thing he believed in.

There was also a family of Morales, but they stuck together - even though the man was really outgoing and talkative. Another person who was rather in the back was Jim - a helpful and caring man. The only person who really tried to get to know him was Jacqui. Cautious woman with few words who showed compassion and sympathy for everyone at the camp. Although the world has fallen apart and many people have lost most, Jacqui remained calm and looked at the best of every situation, regardless of its flaws.

One of the biggest helpers around the camp was Dale. His RV was the main point for everyone, starting with it being a watchpoint, and ending with hiding their guns there. He was the voice of reason and protective, he liked talking and sharing anecdotes. He treated Andrea and Amy as his daughters, so they formed a little family. Charlie liked it when he was around even though she wasn't used to those types of affection from men.

And at the very least - the Dixon brothers.

Starting with Merle, who was a stereotypical Southern redneck. He was disgusting, boorish, violent, racist, misogynistic, extremely ill-tempered, and quick with expressing his beliefs, a drug addict asshole. Charlie hated him, she hated him from the very beginning. He was the type of man that you just didn't want to be around. However, Merle liked to laugh and had a sense of humor...that was bad and most of the time the only one that was laughing was him. He liked to make fun of others, toying with their emotions and minds - especially his younger brother.

Daryl.

Daryl Dixon just like his brother was a hunter and a tracker. He and his brother were responsible for bringing food to the camp - mostly it was Daryl who cared if everybody ate, but still, he lived in the shadow of attention seeker Merle. He was hard to read and didn't like to integrate with others- usually distancing himself from the group. He was often volatile, but still significantly more level-headed than his older brother, but still hot-headed. Daryl didn't talk much, just when he absolutely had to. Charlie wanted to get to know him, he had those soft eyes and wherever he was in the camp she felt safe - from the walkers and from his brother. But he was intimidating her.

"We're running out of supplies." informed Shane as they all were sitting around the fire and eating squirrels.

Well, Charlie gave hers to those who were more hungry and craved meat, because even after all those days she couldn't eat meat. When she was chewing it all she had in mind were Walkers and their rotting bodies.

"Okay." said Glenn to give Shane a sign that he heard and is ready to go."I will go tomorrow. Today is too late, soon it will get dark."

"You should take more people." said ex-cop."We need more than previously. You would use some help."

Asian boy took a bite of his meat.

"Whoever wants to go."

Charlie smiled, looking at him because with cheeks full of food he looked like one of the squirrels he liked so much.

Glenn became her instant best friend. They were inseparable from the moment she agreed to get in the car with him. She liked his humor, it was quick and witty. Despite all of the horrors he experienced, he maintained a youthful enthusiasm for life. He knew the city the best and he was quick on his feet, so he was the main supply runner.

"I will go too." said immediately Andrea.

Amy touched her in the arm and looked at her with a worried expression, showing her disapproval.

"I can't just sit around, Amy. I want to help."

"I will go too. I can take heavy things." said Morales and nodded to Shane as if he was the one going.

"I don't have to tell you that I'm going." said Merle in his raspy voice."You need someone who's good with guns, someone strong and smart. You will be safe with me."

Glenn sighed under his nose because he knew that nothing good would come out of his presence.

There was one more place in the car and she would like to go with just Glenn. They understood each other without words, they were perfect together as a team. Maybe it was because of their age, maybe because they shared everything- tent included.

But the presence of Merle Dixon? Not for her. Supply run with Andrea who knew all the best? Nah, she's good here. Also, she couldn't be back in the city just yet, her wound was still fresh and there would be too many sad memories if she decided to go. That would be just a problem.

"Charlie? Are you going?" asked Shane.

Sophia shook her head, to let her know that she doesn't want her to go.

"I would." she answered."But I don't think I can come back there."

Walsh nodded, his eyes showing that he understood her and felt for her, which was strange, but Charlie welcomed it with open arms because she didn't want to fight with the self-proclaimed leader.

"I think there's enough work here." she added.

"Yeah. You're right." he said."Not everyone has to go." he smiled lightly.

Charlie let out a breath of relief - she was safe.

But the next day was tough. She felt nervous almost as if she was going to Atlanta. Glenn was the closest person she had and she treated him as family. Her own flesh and blood was gone, she was alone in this shit. Rhee was her person and if he was gone then she would again be alone, she would have no one. And just that thought alone was breaking her heart.

"Just be safe okay?" she whispered to Glenn as he was standing next to a car, packing some things inside.

"Come on, Charlie," he rolled his eyes. "Atlanta's like the shopping mall of the apocalypse. Plenty of... window shopping."

"This is not a joke, Glenn," she said seriously. "We've seen what's going on there. It's too risky."

"It's not my first time." he said.

"Yours not, but theirs." she said and pointed at the tents with her chin."And Merle."

"I can handle it." he reassured her one more time."I will be back before you say, , Glenn."

"Glenn."

Asian boy rolled his eyes and sighed.

"You already can't live without me?" he teased her, but when she didn't smile he sighed again. "I will be back. I'm always back. You can't get rid of me, because I'm like...some type of plant that just traps you forever."

Charlie chuckled.

"Made you smile." Glenn smiled and kissed her temple."I'll be back."

Did she know what she was doing? Of course not. She was alone in the woods for the first time in her life, looking for wild berries. But she just couldn't stand Amy crying or talking about Andrea. She wasn't the only one who went to Atlanta on a run. Charlie didn't want to be a bad friend, but for the love of God, she ran out of patience, so she ran into the woods to not say something hurtful.

"If I were a Walker you would be dead." said voice out of nowhere.

Her heart stopped not expecting someone out there. She looked up at the person and her eyes met with those pretty and soft eyes of the man that was intimidating her to the bone.

"Well, then thank God Daryl Dixon isn't a walker." she smiled wider and he just hummed.

She was back to picking up berries with shaking hands, but this time not because of the Walkers. Charlie felt strange in his presence, he was making her safe, but at the same time very uncomfortable. She suspected that was because he didn't talk much, so nobody really knew what he was thinking.

"Ya sure ya want to eat them?" he asked.

She looked up at him.

"Am I not supposed to?" she asked.

"If ya wanna die." he answered and grimaced.

She opened her eyes in fear. That would be her face if she really ate them, which in fact never happened. She wasn't stupid, she was consulting everything with all of them as if she were five again.

"Ya dumb?" he asked in annoyance.

Daryl dropped six squirrels that were dead and tied together. He kneeled down next to her and held her face between his hands, examining her. His face was covered in fear. She could see how all the cogs in his brain were spinning. He was trying to think about a way to help her.

This was strange. She never even talked to him and he looked so concerned and scared about her.

"I was joking." she whispered.

His face expression changed immediately from fear to anger.

"Ya really are dumb." he said. "'S not funny."

He got up and started walking away. Charlie ran after him with a bucket in her hands.

"Wait." she said, but he was still moving."Hey, wait for me."

Daryl rolled his eyes and stopped abruptly, so she ran straight on his back. Taking advantage of this she stood on his way quickly and smiled.

"Sorry." she said. "But could you please show me the eatable ones? I promised them Sophia and Amy."

He was looking at her for a moment, face in concern as if there was a battle inside of him. They would stay like this for long, but they both heard something.

A moan.

Her eyes quickly found his and he put a finger on his lips, gesturing for her to get behind him. And she did. It was Daryl Dixon, the man of the woods - he knew better than her. Charlie followed him, placing her feet exactly where he was placing them, exactly like he was doing it. There was an urge to place her hand on his bare bicep of the arm, in which he was holding his crossbow tightly, ready to use it.

Another moan, but this time louder and more clear - and it seemed that it wasn't a sign of pain.

Daryl stopped his steps behind a bush, looking carefully at what was going on, She heard him muttering quietly: ya have to be kidding me. And her curiosity became even bigger. She touched Daryl's shoulder gently and took a sneak peek at what was going on in the distance.

Lori was on the ground and Shane was on her. Their bodies were connected and they were breathing heavily. It was a little while since Charlie saw a picture like this and even longer since she experienced something like this- and this was so wrong, so wrong to watch them, she felt like some creep. At the same time, she felt anger on those two. Not because they were sneaking and doing this, but because Charlie was the one who was taking care of Carl. And basically everything!

"Let's go. I'll show ya where the berries are." Daryl mumbled under his nose and once again he walked away in a direction only he knew.

That's how both of them found themselves in the middle of the woods, picking up berries. Well, Charlie was doing this, while Daryl was just standing near - after she begged him not to leave her alone because she wouldn't find her way back. She was annoying to a hunter with her smiles and this innocent act. He was good with reading people, he was an observer and he was damn sure that this girl was capable of surviving, she was strong.

"My joke back there." she opened her eyes. "It was inappropriate, sorry."

Daryl shrugged, not really giving a damn.

"Besides I wouldn't eat anything without consulting it with you." she said.

"Me?" he asked surprised.

"Duh." she answered. "You know everything. What to eat and what not, where to go. Damn I have no idea where we are. Without you our group would probably die already...well, long before I showed up." she said. "You're cool."

When she looked down again and he was sure that she couldn't see this, Dixon smiled slightly at her rumbling. But at the same time, he was so embarrassed by her words. Charlie was extremely beautiful, the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen. Everything started when she got out of the car that evening and she looked at him with those green eyes of hers, then he saw her smile and heard her voice. He caught himself smiling when he heard her jokes accidentally. Daryl had a new goal to protect her and tried extremely hard to make sure to bring even more food - out of pure sympathy towards her.

But she refused to eat it. He huffed annoyed.

"Why are ya even alone out there?" he asked out of nowhere.

"Glenn is gone and I'm bored. Besides, Amy is sad because she's worried about Andrea." Charlie shrugged. "I want to make her feel better."

Daryl looked at her like she was crazy - and she probably was. It was her first time in the woods and she went there just like that because she wanted to make someone else better. How the hell one could feel better after eating berries?

"You have a death wish." he mumbled.

"You're doing exactly the same every day." she commented.

"But I know what I'm doing."

Charlie looked at him.

"Yeah and that's super cool." she smiled. "I wish I listened to my brothers and went camping with them. They were crazy about survival shit." she said while picking berries. "But I was never this kind of girl."

"Ya had brothers?" he asked.

"Four."

Daryl looked at her. She chuckled at his face.

"Yeah."

"Are they dead?" he asked.

Charlie bit her lip and her face fell, and Daryl regretted even asking this question. He was so stupid for that, it was their first conversation- and he enjoyed it more than he should - and he just ruined it with a question like that.

"I don't know." she shrugged. "Maybe they are somewhere out there, but I don't know."

He nodded.

"Maybe they made it." he tried to comfort her and just fix his mistake.

"It's better to think the worst." she said. "That's what my father was always saying."

Daryl nodded one more time, still regretting that he started this topic, so he just decided to stay quiet for the rest of their time in the woods.

When they were back, there was still no sight of the supply run group. He saw how Charlie sighed heavily, anxiety taking over her. She looked down and saw a bucket full of berries, which made her smile. This day spent with Daryl was great, he didn't talk much and she had a feeling that he felt uncomfortable around her, but he was a good listener. Even though she did the talking, he was engaged in the conversation, his presence was just comforting- and that made her want to do it again.

"Thank you." she said.

"For wha'?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"For being there with me and for showing me these." she looked him in the eyes. "I would never be back by myself and I would never find those."

He hummed.

"Also I'm sorry for my little prank on you." she added. "We should do it again." she smiled and walked away.

He was so scared that she would ignore him or laugh at him for speaking with her, but she was so nice. So welcoming and warm and she wanted to spend with him some time. He felt like a moth and she was a flame - just after this one conversation. He didn't want to walk out of the forest with her, thinking that maybe he could take a longer path, just to talk with her for a little while longer. Charlie was looking at him with such warmness in her eyes, that made him think that it would be possible for her to like him.

He was looking at her back as she was walking away. How she was smiling at Amy, while waving her hands around with emotions. She was telling her about something, but he was too far to hear what she was saying. Amy looked back at him, so he guessed she was talking about their day in the woods.

Soon Shane appeared in his sight. Touching Charlie's arm lightly and saying something that made her chuckle.

Of course, she was after a guy like Shane. He was a cop, he was confident, had big muscles, shiny hair, and white teeth. He was the type of guy that girls were crazy about.

He flirted with her for sure. He was tilting his head and slightly touching her - not in a creepy way. And she apparently liked that, because she didn't move away from him. That would explain why she seemed so angry when they caught him and Lori today.

And Shane was younger than Daryl.

Dixon was an old creep. Hunter, who just provided them with food. And that's what he did. With disappointment filling his body, he walked away to do something useful - take care of those six squirrels.

What he couldn't notice was her longing stare. Charlie felt this strong pull towards him, wanting to just sit and talk to him.

"Oh, Charlie, that's so thoughtful of you," Carol's voice brought her attention. "Amy and Sophia are so thrilled."

"Yeah, I noticed they both seemed a bit down lately. Figured a little treat might cheer them up," she smiled.

"You have no idea how much this means, especially to Amy," the woman said.

"Yeah, I can tell," Charlie nodded. "Besides, Sophia has been down lately. Berries will do her good."

Carol observed her daughter Sophia happily munching on the berries that Charlie had brought, she felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. Seeing Sophia's face light up with joy, a rare sight in these troubled times, filled Carol's heart with warmth. With tears glistening in her eyes, Carol placed a hand on her shoulder. "It means more to me than you'll ever know."

"It's nothing, really," Charlie answered.

"Thank you, Charlie, for being such a sweet thing for my daughter."

"Anytime, Carol."

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sourpatchys · 1 year ago

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Chapter Two: Merle Dixon

Time: Quarry

Rating: PG, nothing Explicit

Word count: 2k

Summary: Reader and Daryl get some time together, wounds begin to heal.

A/N: can we all agree that Dale is the perfect father figure?

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Rick Grimes.

Within moments of arriving he had single handily made your little found family feel a little less found.

You weren't sure if it was the frantic lunge Carl and Lori had enacted towards him, the look of utter bewilderment on Shane's face, or the fact that Merle didn't come back.

But something in you felt lost.

You were happy for the family of three, you weren't concerned with Shane— and Merle wasn't exactly someone you got along with. And yet you couldn't stop pacing, your mind was blank and full all at the same time, as if you were being pumped full of nothing but static electricity.

It felt as though the world was sinking beneath you, no one made sense— you felt— angry, worried, abandoned— with no real reason as to why.

The only true explanation could be the missing member of the group, something about him being missing— gone, made your heart sink.

He was crude, disgusting and vulgar, he made your skin crawl. The few times you had spoken to the elder Dixon, he threw obscenities your way, pretending or acting as if he were going to grab you, calling you any and every slur you could think of— even if they didn't pertain to you.

So why— why were you so distraught over his departure.

The feeling only got worse as the day continued, a day full of laughter and joy, completely soiled by static.

You felt a familiar hand on your shoulder, the watch adorning its wrist shining into your eyes, pulling you out of your makeshift trance.

"You okay kid? You've been marching all around camp like you're looking for a fight."

Dales voice was soft, the title of father figure suited him well— especially in times like these.

You weren't sure if you wanted to be honest— opening up about your troubles had never been easy for you. The long standing secret of your soul bond and the fear or rejection still held deep in your core.

In all honesty— you didn't want to be different.

"I— I don't know."

He looked at you with a gleam of understanding in his eyes, as if he didn't need to dig into your subconscious to find the real answer. Maybe you gave it all away— or maybe he didn't need to understand.

With a soft pat on the shoulder, he began to walk towards the RV, turning his head to you as he did so.

"Sit with me Kid, I wanna tell you a story."

You complied, trailing behind the elder man like a lost puppy. You knew his story would help, and even if it didn't, the break from your mind was nice.

Sitting down in the creaky cushioned seats of the RV's table, you clasped your hands together in front of you, tapping your fingers against your skin in a nervous jester, waiting for the story to begin.

Dale sat across from you, that same look in his eyes as he took in your wired composure.

"Did I ever tell you about my brother Earl?"

Shaking your head, you stilled yourself, ready to listen.

"He was a little odd— prancing around with a million stories to tell, only his stories weren't like mine. He had never picked up a book in his life, let alone read one."

Dale let out a soft chuckle, amused by the memory.

"His stories were of a girl he dreamed of, he could never seem to get her out of his head. Now our father, he wasn't exactly impressed with Earls antics. In fact he took Earl to a few doctors, almost begging them to find a way to 'fix' him."

You listed with bated breath— you knew where this was going— you had lived it.

"But as it turns out, Earl wasn't broken at all. He was a special case, he was destined for someone, that girl he dreamed of for all those years was real. After a few years they found each other, and I've never seen a couple so utterly in tune with one another."

A sad looked crossed the elder man's face as he turned to look out of the small cracked window.

"Ellie was her name. And much like my own wife, she had gotten sick. Earl was beside himself, he was lost, confused— angry at the world and everyone in it. Soon after her passing, he turned into a shell of who he used to be, until he was gone too."

He looked back at you, reaching his hands across the table to grasp your own, a strong— yet gentle hold that kept you grounded.

"Kid, I see that same look of wonder in you. Now, you don't have to tell me who, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want too— but I know you're connected to someone. I know it's troubling you."

You had tears on your cheeks, without even realizing you had begun to cry. It was an odd feeling, the acceptance of your other half, of the dreams and troubles you faced. Dale had truly looked through you, he had found your spot of darkness.

"I— I've never told anyone." You sobbed quietly, your voice horse.

"I took the pills. I haven't had my dreams in years, I don't know who— or if they're okay. I just feel lost. I don't know why. I thought— maybe it was because of Merle, but I don't know anymore Dale. I don't know what's wrong with me."

Dale held his grasp on your hands, squeezing a bit before speaking, the look of understanding never fading from his face.

"Nothings wrong with you Kid, you're still you. Without your medication you're feeling that pull again, maybe what happened today is something your other half would have strong feelings over, or maybe you're just feeling again for the first time."

Dales words calmed you. The lack of judgement unlocked a part of yourself you didn't even know you were hiding. He was right, you didn't have that barrier, that wall keeping you away from your own reality. You were finally feeling emotions again, but not just your own. You were once again in tune with your own personal stranger.

At the fire that night, as the quiet cheers for ricks return faded, the group came together to decide on what to tell Daryl— the younger brother of the man left behind.

The conversation was quick, the truth was no one knew what to say or do. Both brothers had their bad sides with the group as a whole, neither were well received.

Something in you knew that you were the one that could calm the situation. With your personal struggles over the issue at hand, even without liking Merle, you felt your words, maybe just even your presence could help cure the spitting hatred you knew would come.

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Fury couldn’t even describe the way Daryl felt. He knew— before he had even come back that something was wrong. He didn’t know why, and he didn’t know how— but he knew it wasn’t good.

The hunting trip wasn’t as long as he had hoped for, game was getting short in the area— he had only managed to find a handful of squirrels, and the deer he was tracking got taken out by a geek before he could claim it himself. He was already pissed off, with a lingering gut feeling telling him something was wrong.

He had hoped it was jitters from being alone for so long— but Rick Grimes had something else to say entirely.

That bastard Shane teamed up with him, chokeholding him to the ground while everyone watched. He truly felt pathetic.

His brother was gone, the dreams were getting more persistent, and he was in a camp full of people who wanted him gone. He should’ve just robbed the place blind and left before the run— then none of this would be happening.

At the very least he wouldn’t be alone while going back to search for him. Even if it was with his own personal scum of the earth posey, he had a backup plan for if anything went wrong.

He knew he should’ve told the truth about his dreams that night. Even with Merle’s harsh words, his brother never threw his issues aside. Maybe he would’ve stayed behind that day if he’d known— maybe they would’ve left that night and never looked back.

Daryl was sulking. He knew it, everyone else did too. He was not a happy camper, he didn’t want to be here. They were set to leave at noon, and he’d be damned if he let it go a second later.

“Daryl?” A voice called, pulling the archer out of his mental turmoil.

He looked up and saw you approaching, a surprisingly sincere look on your face.

“The fuck do you want?”

The words fell out of his mouth like acid. He didn’t want anyone near him, especially not some chick he didn’t even know the name of.

You stopped in your tracks at his tone. You knew he wouldn’t be pleasant, but this rage wasn’t one you’d heard from him before— at least not directed towards you. It hurt more than you anticipated, like salt on a wound.

“I’m sorry.”

It was a genuine apology. Even though you hadn’t personally done anything, you could almost feel how he felt, even with a wall of anger separating you.

He chewed on his lip, taking you in for what seemed like the first time. You weren’t anything special, you stayed quiet most days, a looming presence over your head that he couldn’t quite place.

It was odd that you were the one trying to comfort him. And yet he believed your words, clinging onto them as if they were made of pure gold.

“Nothin’ to be sorry about.”

He turned his head away from you, slumping himself down to sit on the cool grass, pulling out his pocket knife to sharpen, his mind felt numb, the least he could do was keep his hands busy.

You took his softer tone as acceptance, allowing yourself to walk closer to him and sit yourself down across from him. He was a book you couldn’t quite read— you felt for him, the pain he was feeling was almost shared between you, and yet he was so far away, unable to be reached.

“I’m sure he okay.” You reassured, trying to get closer, to open yourself up to him in a way he could understand.

He didn’t look at you or dignify you with a response, keeping his head down to focus on his hands. Your presence wasn’t wanted, but he couldn’t muster up the words to get you to leave.

He wasn’t sure if it was because of the kindness you were showing, or if he simply just didn’t want to be alone.

The two of you sat together until the sun was at its peak, its hot rays destroying any shade you had hoped to keep. It was time for him to leave.

He didn’t grace you with a goodbye or even a nod of his head, he simply stood and left, leaving you on the outskirts of camp.

You couldn’t say you minded, you weren’t big on words, you never knew what to say or when to say it— and even with the few the two of you shared, you finally, for the first time in two days, felt content. You hoped he did too, that perhaps your presence alone was enough to show him that someone cared.

As you stood and walked back to the main area of camp to see the group off, you saw a spark in Daryl’s eyes, one that he must have been hiding during your time together. It warmed you up inside, knowing that you had helped— even if only a little.

Dale, seeing your pleased expression, have you a curt nod of his head, a stupidly large smile on his face— as if he knew what you had done that day.

Your little found family had made a full circle in only a days time.

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Kindling Alikeness (Daryl Dixon)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader Setting: Season 2, flashbacks to season 1 Summary: You reminisce on past memories with your crush Daryl Dixon, before you see his scars after Andrea shot him. Words: 7.5k+ Warning(s): Past Abuse, violence, Shane gets his own trigger warning, trypanophobia (fear of needles), gore/ blood, death... typically Walking Dead warnings. A/N: hey, I'm kinda back for writing for Daryl lol. I wanted to write something along the lines of my self insert story (with changes for certain things here and there so its different for yall) so here is this big ass fic I wrote!

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It was a warm day on the Greene farm, most days were warm or uncomfortably hot. You sat on the porch of the pristine, white house while reading a novel that Patricia lent to you. While the first chunk of the book was pretty interesting when you started it the night before, today you were distracted.

Daryl left early on to look for Sophia like he did the others, and you would be with him to, but your sprained ankle left you out of commission. When you and Daryl found the house with the cupboard that had evidence Sophia was in there, a walker that was only its torso and up was lying dormant in a bush. When the two of you passed by, it snarled and grabbed your ankle, making your other ankle bend at an odd angle as you tumbled to the ground. Daryl carried you back that day, and stayed with you for the rest of it too. You felt the butterflies flutter through your chest and stomach. Him being out there alone worried you, even though you knew he was fully capable of handling himself.

You and him were close. Some even thought you two were a couple with you two practically being glued at the hip. It's been like that since the quarry.

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"I know you want to go out there and hunt, (Y/N), but I think it may be best to have you here in the camp." Shane sighed, running his hand over his head. "Why don't you help the other ladies in camp with laundry."

"But-" You tried to keep pleading you case but he interrupted you.

"It's dangerous to be alone out there. Drop it." He dismissed you and walked away. You let out a groan of frustration at his not-so-subtle misogyny peaking through. You pull out your knife and dig at the ground, uprooting a few worms in the process (although you let them live). You heard footsteps approach you but you kept your eyes locked on the dirt.

"Hey, heard what happened." Daryl Dixon's gruff voice filled the air. He and his brother had joined about a week ago. You look up and see him staring back, his piercing blue eyes seemingly reading you. He was quite the looker, even with dirt and sweat sticking to his skin. His hair was short and blonde, and with his sleeveless shirt you could see his toned arms.

"Yeah, do you need your laundry done?" You asked, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

He snorted, "Nah, heard from the others ya good at huntin' and with a bow. Wanted to ask if ya wanted to join me out there."

"Really?"

"Ya...join' me?" He held out his hand. Sheathing your knife, you take his offered hand and he pulled you to your feet.

"Just gotta grab my shit... And make sure Shane doesn't catch me."

After a successful hunt between you two, you both arrived back at camp around dusk, joking around. You both were holding a rather sizable buck and two rabbits. Properly rationed and maintained, the group wouldn't have to worry about eating for awhile now. Everyone seemed to be amazed at the game brought in, Morales patted you on the back and Dale gave you both a thumbs up. Daryl takes you by his tent to get started on skinning; he left you to skin the rabbits while he handled the deer.

Before you two were able to start, loud and heavy footsteps were coming your way. You sigh and glance up to Daryl, rolling your eyes.

"What did I say about goin' out in the woods?" Shane asked loudly, walking to stand to the side of you with his hands on his hips.

"You said its dangerous to go alone, so I went with Daryl." You shrugged and pointed your knife in Daryl's direction. "Don't see why you have to be mad, we brought back enough to feed us for a few days." Shane didn't respond. He stalked off, back to the campfires.

"He always like that?"

"No, he just has his moments."

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You smile fondly at the first time you both went hunting together as you stared out at the untouched fields. You saved your page in the novel and set it aside since your attention couldn't be held by the text. You decided to stare out at the untouched land. It was beautiful and was like a slice of paradise for the group. You looked over to where the vehicles were parked and saw Merles old bike. The memory of Daryl finding out Merle was gone made your heart ache for the archer.

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You and Daryl entered the clearing where the buck you both had been hunting finally collapsed. A good chunk of its flesh around its neck was taken out, and a lot of people from the camp were surrounding it. You noticed the walker laying decapitated as well, piecing together it had gnawed on the venison.

"Son of a bitch! That was our deer!" Daryl shouted. "Gnawed on by this filthy, disease-bearing, motherless, poxy bastard!" He kicked the corpse repeatedly with each word.

"Calm down, son. That's not helping." Dale tried to calm him down but you knew when Daryl was frustrated it would be best to let him take that out on walkers.

"What do you know about it, old man? Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to "On Golden Pond"? Me and (Y/N) have been trackin' this deer for miles." Daryl pulled his arrows from the carcass, and handed you one that you got in. "Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison. What do you think? Do you think we can cut around this chewed up part right here?" He looked to you first before looking at everyone else.

"I wouldn't risk it" You replied, a few people murmured in agreement.

"That's a damn shame. We got some squirrel-about a dozen or so. That'll have to do." He started walking away, which you were prompt to follow him to help with the bountiful squirrels you both hunted, when the decapitated head of the walker started snapping at him.

"Come on people." You sighed, taking one of your arrows from the deer and stabbing it through its skull. "It's gotta be through the brain."

"Don't y'all know nothing?" Daryl added. You walked ahead of Daryl to get the knives ready for skinning but you noticed he lagged behind as Shane and some new guy slowed the youngest Dixon around. You then noticed Andrea, Glenn and the others who went out on that Atlanta run. Where was Merle? His loud ass would be gloating about his 'success' on the run.

You watched the confrontation go down. When it started you thought they would revel the older Dixon had died. The new guy, Rick Grimes, told him how Merle was a danger to the group and handcuffed him to some metal fixture on top of a department stores roof. Daryl chucked the squirrels you both hunted at Rick and went to attack him, but Shane tackled him and put him in a choke hold. After a few moments things settled and Rick began to explain what went down, T-Dog joining the conversation with his part in leaving Merle and telling Daryl that the door to the roof was chained so no walkers would get in.

You could see tears welling up in his blue eyes, he hastily wiped them away. "To hell with all y'all! Just tell me where he is so I can go get him."

"He'll show you, isn't that right?" Lori Grimes chimed in, with a bitter tone. You held back a laugh when you realized Rick was her 'lost' husband, and she had been sleeping with Shane. Rick nodded at her statement and Daryl went back to his tent, forgetting to grab the squirrels, presumably going to get ready to get his brother.

You quickly go to grab the thrown squirrels, trying to avoid the others to get to Daryl.

"Hey, I saw you come out of the woods with Daryl." Sheriff Grimes approached you. "My name's Rick Grimes, are you a Dixon too?"

"My name is (Y/N) (L/N), I am just good friends with him." You tried stepping away from him but his voices halted you.

"You close with Merle too?"

"Not really. I put up with him but I wasn't close. I gotta get these squirrels to his tent."

"Do you want to come along for Daryl's sake? Maybe a friend will help him through this."

"I'll think about it, officer friendly." You smirked at your nickname for him and he chuckled, waving you off. You made your way to Daryl's tent and saw him putting more arrows in his quiver. You placed the squirrels on the ground and slowly entered the tent. Daryl glanced at you before returning his focus on preparing for the rescue mission.

"Daryl, I am sorry for what happened to Merle." You said softly.

"Ya didn't even like him." He grumbled.

"Yea, but he is your brother and your my favorite person in the camp, I don't like seeing you upset. Don't tell the others." He snorted, a faint smile on his face. "He may have been... a pain in the ass sometimes... but he shouldn't have been left for dead on a roof." Daryl nodded, gripping his bag and crossbow before exiting the tent, you followed suit. "Do you want me to come with you?"

He stopped and it looked like he pondered the idea. "I trust ya more than most in this camp, but if more people are already goin' I don't want camp undefended... I can see that the Sheriff got Glenn and T-Dog on board. I also don't want ya getting hurt in Atlanta either."

"I can do that, I can stay and defend the camp." You nodded and smiled at his concern for you. Deciding to be bold, you opened your arms up for a hug.

"What... what are you doing?"

"Offering you a hug. You don't have to but-" You were cut off by surprise. Daryl Dixon stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you. You could tell he was a bit unsure but you returned the gesture, giving him a good squeeze. You both pulled away, staring at each other.

"Why do you want to help Merle? Like ya said, he was a pain in the ass."

You smile sadly, the sting of tears were in your eyes. "I lost my little sister at the start of this mess. So I know what its like to lose a sibling."

He nodded, placing his hand on your shoulder. "M'Sorry bout your sister."

"I shouldn't be keeping you here. You have a brother to rescue. Go get em, cowboy!"

"Stop." He rolled his eyes but he smiled as he went towards the R.V..

"Be safe, get back to me in one piece!"

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That was the first time you and Daryl initiated affection.

You sigh at the memory, not noticing Hershel walking out of his house. He stood at the side of the chair and cleared his throat. You jump a little at the noise and look up to him. He was smiling down at you.

"It seems like you're the only one from your group to listen to my advice on resting." He joked, making you lightly chuckle.

"Yeah, I figured straining my sprain would make things worse in the long run." You responded. "My cousin once sprained his wrist, mind you it was his dominant hand, and he would still try to do stuff he wasn't supposed to. It made the sprain last longer."

"Ah yes, if only Shane had that life experience. He hasn't let his ankle heal much." You hummed in agreement and it was silent for a few moments. "I see you put down that book. A lot on your mind?"

"I suppose. Just worried about Daryl being out there alone."

"The one who took my horse without permission?"

"Yea sorry about that, Hershel." You laughed and looked to the stable. "I tried telling him to ask you first but he is stubborn like that."

"I could tell he is. I did rash things like that in my youth."

"He's stubborn and can be hotheaded, but he has a good heart. Whether or not he see's it."

"How long have you two been together?"

"We are just friends, Hershel."

"Could of fooled me. You two stickin' to each other reminds me of my wife and I. That man looks at you like you put the stars in the sky. And I have caught you doing the same." He chuckled. "I am heading back inside, but think about those words. And stay off your ankle." The old man returned to the inside of his house, leaving you to your own thoughts. It was true, what Hershel said. There were definitely times were you felt like it was him and you only.

You remember the first time that happened and looked at the camp your group pitched up, taking note of its smaller size compared to the quarry.

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A scream pierced the peaceful atmosphere.

Everyone turned their heads and watched in horror as Amy was bit by walkers. Your attention was quickly stolen by the many other walkers stumbled into camp. You pull out your large hunting knife and stabbed the closest one in the head. Screams from others flooded your hearing along with your own heartbeat.

"Lori! Carl!" You heard Shane call out over the noise. You looked over and saw that Lori and Carl were trying to get to Shane, who was shooting down walkers, but were caught with walkers behind them and in front of them. You quickly approached the two walkers that were keeping them in place while Shane dealt with the ones blocking them from being with him. You grabbed the walker with the longer hair and pulled it away before stabbing your knife into its head. You tossed the walker to the ground and stabbed the other one while it was still focused on the two in front of it. Shane successfully did the same with his two, and Carl and Lori were safely with him. More walkers seem to filter into the camp and started blocking your way to the R.V..

"(Y/N) Look out!" You heard the three of them shout at you. You spun on your heel and came face to face with a walker that looked extra decayed. You raised your arm to stop it at its neck but the trajectory and its weight sent you falling backwards, pain erupted through your head as you hit the ground, your knife falling and tumbling from your grip. You went into a slight daze from the blow to your head; your hold on the walker weakened. Were there two on you? You couldn't tell for a second.

The walkers jaw snapped at you as it got closer, its stench brought you back to your senses. A guttural yell escaped past your lips as you used all your strength to keep it from taking a bite out of you.

The sickening sound of a knife entering flesh sounded in your ears and the walker ceased to move. It was pulled off and thrown to the side and above you was Daryl. His face was in a scowl but his eyes were full of panic. One of his hands found yours and he helped pull you on your feet. He had a hand on your shoulder and another cupping the side of your head.

"Ya alright?" He shouted.

"Lets... lets take care of the walkers and then we will talk." You panted and stabbed an approaching walker in the brain. The archer nodded and turned around helping the others in camp take down walkers. You stuck close to the R.V. and took down any stragglers.

After the carnage, all the walkers and a few people you shared a camp with laid motionless on the ground. You took a second to catch your breath but the sudden realization these people you just were having dinner with...were now dead. You felt the tears well up in your eyes as you wrap your arms around yourself. There was a ringing in your ears as all this gore and blood reminded you of the day your sister was taken from you. You stared off, your mind disassociating from what happened.

"(Y/N)." Daryl's distinct voice reached through the ringing. His voice was soft as he came in close to your face. "C'mon, snap out of it."

You blink away the tears, the ringing faded away. "Shit..."

"You good?"

"I-I don't know. I think I hit my head pretty hard."

"C'mon." He took your hand and dragged you to your tent, ushering you inside. "Imma check if ya got a cut anywhere, okay?" You nodded. His hands started at the top of your head, gently making you look downwards, checking for any cuts on the top of you head. His hands then trailed to the back of your head and in other harder to see areas. The contact made you shiver .

"What's the diagnosis, doctor Dixon?"

"No cuts. There's a bump forming on the back of ya skull but I don't think its too serious."

"Good, good."

"Mentally, are ya good? I saw how ya looked when we finished off the walkers."

"I will be." You sighed.

"If... If ya need or want to talk about it, I'm here for you." The redneck awkwardly placed his hand on yours.

"It's just...seeing those people dead and watching all that go down brought me back to when I lost Lily, my sister. We got ambushed like that." You sniffled, but then you remembered why Daryl wasn't in camp for the attack. "Is Merle..."

"Don't know. Damn bastard cut his own hand off and stole the box van."

"Well, from what I knew of Merle... he is a tough son of a bitch."

"Damn straight. No one but Merle can kill Merle." There was silence between the two of you. You could hear the others in camp talking about what to do with the bodies, but right now that noise didn't matter to you. When you two stepped into the tent it was like all sounds outside of it melt away. When you looked at Daryl, he seemed more... gentle than he typically lets on. He took your hand and placed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"Maybe I do have a concussion..." You mumble, not realizing you spoke out loud.

"What? Somethin' wrong?"

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That moment wasn't the only one, but at the time you didn't realize it was a moment. Looking back, it was definitely when your feelings of love began to blossom. Even if it was just the seed being planted then, it grew into deep adoration and love for Daryl Dixon.

You pondered what Hershel said, about Daryl looking at you in the same light. You have been hoping he would feel the same. His moments of affection and intimacy led you to believe he was just too shy to confess. But the pit of anxiety and doubt said he only viewed you as a close friend.

His moments of affection and intimacy were private, and typically you initiated any hugs or soft kisses to his cheek, forward, or knuckles. But the times he did? You treasured.

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The CDC was a blessing. Excitement and anxiety was coursing through your being as you and the group road the elevator further down the building. Doctor Edwin Jenner greeted you all with apprehension but let everyone in with the price of blood tests.

You were nervous about that part. You would of thought once you were well into adulthood you would get over your fear of needles. You painfully remember all the test your mother made you and your sister do, believing you both were riddled with various illnesses. The constant poking of needles left a mental scar on you. You both were then put in your fathers custody, mistakenly, as he was abusive in his own way.

The elevator came to a stop, causing everyone to stumble. You stumble back into Daryl's chest, his hand rested on your upper arm to steady you. You gave him a grateful smile and waited for everyone to file out after Jenner, you and Daryl took up the rear of the group.

"Ya good?" He asked in a low tone.

"Yeah... I'm just not fond of the idea of having my blood taken. I'm not good with needles." You gave him a tight lip smile, trying to avoid letting the fear show that you were more afraid than you let on. His blue eyes widened and you mentally cursed. He was pretty good at reading people.

"Needles? The dead're rising and needles freak ya out?"

You nervously chuckled, "Pretty silly huh."

"Nah." He snorted. "Merle was scared of clowns, even when the world went to shit."

"You got a phobia at all, Mister Dixon? Heights? Spiders? Drowning-"

"I think everyone's scared of drowning." He didn't reply as the group came to a stop, Jenner was unlocking the doors to a room. You took a mental note of Daryl's lack of answer to ask him again later.

Everyone in the group filed into a room Doctor Jenner led them too, it seemed to be some sort of presentation room or learning room with all the chairs and the white board. He told everyone to sit while he grabbed his equipment to run the blood tests. He returned fairly quickly. You sat next to Daryl, who opted to lean against the wall, and watched one by one from your group get tested. You internally cringed at how well Sophia and Carl did while you were freaking out about a needle. You felt the anxiety spike in your body as you antagonizing wait for your turn. Daryl was up next and the process was like a walk in the park for him.

Jenner pointed out for you to come up and suddenly it was like a desert in your mouth. You stood up and slowly made your way to the front, but you smiled when you saw Daryl still there. You took your seat in front of the scientist and prepared your arm. You almost jumped out of your skin when you felt the cool alcohol wipe clean the area.

"Hey." You look to Daryl, his voice quiet enough for only you and Jenner to hear, and saw he was kneeling down next to you. He took your free hand in his and held it close to his chest. "Just pay attention to me alright? Remember how ya asked for my fear in the hallway?" You nodded. "Well I ain't too good in a crowd. Don't really panic but my palms get all sweaty n'shit. Merle used to tease the shit out of me. So I stole some kids clown mask one Halloween when I was like seven and he was comin' from a juvie stay, I hid under his bed and scared the shit outta him. He almost knocked my teeth in." You giggled, picturing the two brothers in their adolescents.

"Alright, you're all set. Thanks for keeping her calm." Jenner's voice cut through while he smiled. You hadn't realized you were so focused in on learning more about Daryl. You stood up from the chair and Daryl led you back to sit down, still holding your hand. It was the first you and him showed affection in front of the others.

Your body was warm from the alcohol and you were feeling content from the amount of food Jenner graciously gave to the group. Everyone was laughing and smiling, joking around. It made life seem almost normal again, and that there weren't walking corpses outside.

Your eyes landed onto Daryl. He was holding up some bottle of brown liquor with a grin on his handsome face. Your face softened with a content smile, everyone else melted away as you focused on how happy he had seemed for the first time since you met him. It made your heart squeeze with adoration.

That pivotal moment, you knew you were starting to fall head over hills for Daryl Dixon. . After a nice and steamy shower, you sat on your rooms cot. While you were grateful for the food, showers, air conditioning, and the feel of normalcy... you had a gut feeling this would not last. There was just something off about this set up, but you didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth in case you were wrong.

Your mouth felt suddenly dry as you glanced around the room. You haven't had a proper room or shelter in what felt like months. It was a bit overwhelming... or maybe it was the alcohol messing with your thinking. You should be happy about all the perks and instead you were feeling anxiety. You sighed and decided a small walk through the halls may get the jitters out of your system. You pulled open the door and shut it closed, exhaling a large amount air from your lungs.

"(Y/N)." You jumped, yelping. You turned around, coming practically face to face with Shane. His eyes were red and glassy, his breath stunk from alcohol, and you took notice of three fresh scratches along his jaw.

"Jesus, Shane. You scared the shit out of me." You hissed with furrowed brows.

"You're always with that stupid redneck. Ever since you went against me and went huntin' with him. I ain't ever seen you two a part since."

"Can you get away-"

"You're real cute, ya know? Always thought you were but Daryl's constantly hoverin', didn't think I'd get the chance-" You didn't let him finish as you brought your knee up to his crotch, hard. Shane let out a pained groan and fell to his knees. Not taking any chances, you hop over his form and scurry the next door down: Daryl's. You knocked, keeping your eyes on Shane as he slowly recuperated from the blow.

"The hell ya-(Y/N)?" You shove passed Daryl and slammed the door close, making sure to lock it before resting your head against the surface. You sigh as the panic finally came crashing down, feeling tears pool in your eyes. "What happened?"

"Fucking Shane." You turn around and lean against the door, afraid your legs would give out. "Bastard practically had me pinned to the door. I had to...I had to knee him in the crotch to get away."

You saw a deep scowl on Daryl's face, his nostrils flaring and his fists balled tight. "I'll fuckin' kill him."

"I agree with that, but he is probably shit-faced drunk and went to lick his wounds." You went to approach Daryl for a hug but stumbled a little bit. Some of the anger on the archer melted away as he took hold of one of your hands and the other wrapped around your shoulders.

"Sorry, probably don't want someone touchin' ya right now."

"I-I don't mind it from you."

"Oh..." You both sat on his cot. You noticed his gaze was on the ground and noticed a little bit of pink dusted his cheeks and ears. It was silent. It was tense, but not an awkward silence. The anxiety from Shane crept up again and you sighed, deciding to speak to keep your mind occupied.

"My mom... she had this condition called munchausen syndrome by proxy. Have you ever heard of it?" He shook his head no. "It had her making up illnesses for my sister and I. She believed we had a whole bunch of different diagnoses and was constantly getting us tested for what she thought we had. I think that's where my fear of needles comes in. As much as I tried loving her, it was hard."

"What happened?"

"The system deemed her unfit and sent my sister and to my dad's. Mom died when I was seventeen." You shrugged. As much as you would of liked to share more, you decided against that, even with Daryl. Before the apocalypse, you barely had accepted what happened with your mother. But with your father? You didn't get enough time to process the trauma and the scars bestowed onto you by him before the world went to shit.

"M'Sorry..."

"You got nothing to apologize for." You smiled sadly. "At least I had my sister through everything we experienced. When I was eighteen I got custody of her after dad kicked the bucket, she was two years younger than me. We moved to Georgia to get away from where we were from."

"What...happened to her?"

You sigh, taking in a deep breath. "Lily and I had this small group at the beginning. It was mostly just our neighbors in our apartment building that didn't try to go into the big city safe zones. Some jackass got bit but didn't say anything and he turned. Then he bit others and made it hard to get out. It was just me, my sister and this older lady left until the dead beat down our door. We were trying to get out through the window to the fire escape but the dead got her first." You cringed at the memory, you could hear her screams in the distance in your mind and see how her hand attempted to reach out for you.

"I didn't mean t'bring up bad memories-"

"No, no. Talking about it helps get the weight off, even if it is painful to recall what happened. You're the only person in the group who knows." You stifled a yawn. It seemed like the anxiety washed away by being in Daryl's presence. "Do you mind if I stay with you the night? I don't want to be alone after what happened in the hallway."

"Don't mind at all, (Y/N). I was gonna suggest it too." He said shyly. He got up from sitting on the cot and grabbed the second pillow and spare blanket, setting up a bed on the floor.

"We can share this thing, Daryl. There is enough room for both of us. And I think sleeping by someone will help with... you know..." You don't think you've ever seen Daryl's face blush that intense before. "O-only if you want of course! I'm already imposing-"

"Nah you ain't." He proceeded to quickly pick up the pillow and blanket, turned off the light and placed his items on the side closer to the door. He laid down and you joined him, you both were facing each other. "If Shane tries shit, I'm the first thing he'll see."

"Thanks again, Daryl."

"It's nothin'."

'Fuck.' You thought. Your heart was hammering against your chest at sharing a bed with him. You took in deep breaths and closed your eyes. Despite the fact your were sleeping next to the person you've gained feelings for, you started lulling into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. Before you fell asleep though, you felt an arm gently snake around your waist and heard soft snores right next to you.

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Ever since sharing a room and bed in the CDC with the archer, you both occasionally would share a tent, especially when anxiety was high for either of you. That closeness only brought you two closer together, sharing the happier memories of life before the dead started walking. You noticed how he wouldn't fully answer questions about his parents, specifically his father, but you did learn his mother died when he was young from a cigarette fire. He mostly stuck with stories of him and Merle getting up to no good. You didn't judge his lack of answers or push him to answer more, he respected your privacy about your father so you respected his.

"Walker! Walker!" You heard Andrea shout from the R.V.. You looked to the tree line and saw a figure limping out onto the field. You carefully stood up from your chair and hopped to lean against the railing of the porch, hoping to get a better look at this walker. You could tell it was dragging something behind it in its hand but from the distance you couldn't make out what it was. Looking back to thee groups camp, you saw T-Dog, Rick, Glenn and Shane run towards it while Andrea still had the walker in the rifles scope.

You gripped onto the railing as you saw the four men come to a stop, seemingly not shooting at the Walker. Rick lowered his gun and the looks of recognitions made you realize that it was Daryl, not some walker. You felt worry course through your system at how bloody and muddy he looked, even at this distance.

You jumped when you heard a loud shot rang out. You saw Daryl crumple onto the ground and it felt like time stopped for you. Pure dread that Andrea killed Daryl filled your system and you struggled and limped down the porch to get to him. You heard the Greene family pile out around you as you tried running to him, Hershel had a furious look on his face. They all passed you but Hershel stopped at the low wired fence closest to the house. You catch in seconds and tried getting past but but the older man put his arm up to stop you, giving you a look and glancing to your ankle.

You watched as Shane and Rick dragged Daryl over to the house with Glenn freaking out in front of them while T-Dog held up something Daryl had found.

"Come back to house, I have to prepare to give him stitches. He will probably wants to see you when he comes to." Hershel told you, signaling for you to get back to the house. You nodded and limped back to your spot, but the pounding of your heart made it nearly impossible to sit down or calm down. You watched with horror on your face as you were able to look at Daryl more clearly as he was brought inside the house. You saw blood on various places on his body but you had no idea if they were from wounds or something else.

"He's gonna be alright." Glenn panted. Him and T-Dog stopped at the door when they saw you in tears, struggling to breath. Glenn pulled you close into a hug. "Deep breaths, okay?"

"Daryl is a tough son of a bitch, he must of gotten that from Merle. The bullet looked like it barely grazed his head. I didn't see anything else myself." T-Dog placed his hand on your back, giving a few comforting pats. "Looks like he found Sophia's doll out there, so it wasn't for nothing and it cuts our search area down."

"That's great news." You sniffled. Your body tensed as you saw Dale and Andrea approach, anger coursing through your body. Glenn gulped and looked at T-Dog in worry at the murderous glare present on your face.

"Is he alright?" She asked, slightly out of breath. You were almost glad for Glenns arms around you or else you probably would punched her off the porch.

"The bullet grazed his head." T-Dog answered.

"Oh thank God."

"Lucky your aim was shit." You mumbled under your breath, only Glenn could hear it. You could tell because he tried covering up a laugh. Her and Dale went back to the R.V. while T-Dog went inside to give Rick the doll.

"You want to go see him?" Glenn finally pulled away from the hug, looking at you with concern in his kind eyes.

"I'll wait till Hershel comes and gets me. Trying to run to him stressed my bad ankle out."

"Shit, need me to look at it?"

"Didn't know you were a doctor on top of a pizza delivery guy, Glenn." You smirked, humor lacing your voice. "You a plumber too? Maybe a teacher? Get it, I'm making a Johnny Sins joke-"

"Yea yea! I get it! I don't even know how you know him." He shook his head, extremely flustered. It was your favorite pass time with Glenn, and you can tell Maggie Greene started doing is well.

"You just implied you know him too. Wonder if he is a walker now?"

"Pfft, probably." He rolled his eyes and laughed. "But seriously, you need any help? I'm here for you, always. You are one of my closest friends in the post-apocalyptic world....Now some serious help would be me advising you to discuss your feelings with Daryl."

It was your turn to be flustered and roll your eyes. "I'll get to it, Glenn. Just focus on your and the farmers daughter." He gave you one last quick hug before he returned to the groups camp. You sighed and sat back down on the porch chair, waiting anxiously for someone to give you the status update on Daryl. You would have been pacing if it wasn't for your bad ankle, so you opted to bouncing your good leg.

Close to ten minutes later both Shane and Rick left the house without paying you any attention, but luckily Hershel followed after them and stopped next to you.

"He is going to be fine, he came to. The bullet just grazed him. However he did have a puncture wound on his side from one of his arrows." You opened your mouth to speak but the older man stopped you. "How is that ankle?"

"It hurts more now." You gulped, wincing as you put weight down on in. "I didn't even think, I just wanted to get to him."

"Let me have a quick look." Hershel knelt down and he took your leg, moving it to where he could get a better look at it. His hands gently pressed against the area before he slowly lowered your leg. He stood up and then helped you to your feet. "Luckily it doesn't seem worse, just don't do something like that again. Would you like to stay with Daryl now?"

"Yes." You replied, a bit too quick for your liking. Hershel smiled earnestly and let you hold onto his arm as you slowly were led into the come and to Daryl's door. Thankfully it was a short walk, you both were stopped outside the door. The veterinarian gave you a pat on the shoulder and left you to walk in on your own. Taking in a deep breath, you turn the knob and quickly enter the room.

"Shit." You heard him grumble as he tried pulling the covers over his body. But you felt your breath get caught in your throat at the sight of his back. Long, raised scars were scattered along his back, along with two tattoos you've only ever seen peaking out from his sleeveless shirts. You felt sadness wash over you as you realized almost instantly who gave him those scars. They mirrored yours, of course you could piece together the history.

"Hey, glad to see my favorite person is alive." You spoke softly and smiled, limping around the bed to the chair next to him. "What happened out there?"

"Damn horse bucked me off down a steep hill, and I fell on my arrow. Had a walker gnawing on my boot when I came too, and then climbed out." He barely wiggled in place as if he was getting more comfortable. "Started hallucinating too. Saw Merle, he was being a dick like he always was. I...I also saw ya there too."

"All good things I hope?"

"Yea actually, tellin' Merle to shut up and encouragin' me. It was hilarious thinkin' back at it. Ya told Merle to keep his baldin' head away and to use my lovely biceps to get my ass back to ya." He chuckled and you laughed.

"That does sound like something I would tell you."

"How's the ankle?"

"Hurts. I stressed it out trying to run to you after you got shot."

"Stupid, why go and do that?"

"Cause it's you and I'd always try to get to you no matter what."

"Yeah, I would too for ya." He nodded. A pregnant pause filled the gap in conversation, but at least it wasn't awkward. You were content though, happy to see Daryl alive after he was shot. You heard Glenn's advice echo in your ear, maybe this would the time to tell him. You felt your palms become sweater and your ears felt hotter with creeping embarrassment and vulnerability washing over you. As you opened your mouth to speak you were cut off by Daryl, "Ya saw them, didn't ya?"

"Hmm?" You knew what he was asking, but you wanted him to confirm it.

"The scars on my back."

"Oh, yeah I did." You shrug.

"That's it?"

"Yea, I don't want to pressure you into spilling your secrets, never have and never will. I don't judge you either." He nodded, neither of you speaking after that. You sighed, and decided to stand up. You weren't going to pressure him, but you were going to show you understood. You started unbuttoning the flannel you had on over your tank-top; Daryl looked at you completely confused.

"My old man-my father- was a drunk for a lot of his life. It was why my mother divorced him. He was a mean drunk and an okay man sober." You spoke softly while tossing the flannel to the ground and tried gauging his reaction. You had scars, similar to his, on your upper arms and shoulders, and some on your back and chest. A few were circular, from cigarettes' being put out, but most were from whatever you father could get his hands on in a drunk rage. "I got scars like you too, and I can't fully understand or assume what yours are and their stories, but just know I understand not wanting people to see them." You pick you flannel back up from the floor and sit down, slowly buttoning it back up.

"Yeah, mine was a mean drunk too, he was mean all the time...drunk or not." Daryl mumbled, something he typically did when he was vulnerable. "Took most of it out on Merle, but when he was in juvie or when he joined the Marines, it was all on me 'till I got out that house."

"I took most of it for my sister. I hated when he'd go in on her so I would purposely antagonize him."

Daryl snorted, "Sounds like something ya'd do. Yer always self-sacrificing. Merle tried doin' the same but once my dad went in, thats what he focused on."

"Parents, am I right?" You chuckled, attempting to alleviate the situation. Without hesitation, you took Daryls hand into yours, your thumb brushing against his dirty knuckles. His hands were rough and calloused, facts you know from holding his hand before. Gingerly, you raised his hand to your lips and you place a soft kiss on his knuckles, just like he did to you back at the quarry. You set his hand back down and smiled. "You'll always have a soft spot in my heart, Dixon."

"Yeah, you too, (L/N)." He stared at your face, his brilliant blue eyes searching for something but landing on your lips. He carefully sat up from his position and the same hand you kissed was placed on your cheek. Instinctively, you lean into his touch and his comfort, your hand resting on top of his. Without any words spoken, Daryl leaned forward and you followed suit until your lips met.

It was a very gentle and somewhat hesitant kiss at the start. You took note of his chapped but soft lips against your own chapped lips. You both broke a part for a split second before returning to a more confident and deeper kiss.

You didn't need words from him or to say anything to him. You both knew you shared deep love, affection and care for each other, and that was all what you both needed in this apocalyptic world.

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Carol gently closed the door to the archers room with a growing smile on her lips. She had been rooting for Daryl to finally confess his love and she was budding with excitement to share the news that almost everyone was curious about. She quickly went to exist the house when she almost bumped into Hershel.

"What has you in a good mood?" He asked with a curious look.

"They finally kissed!" She almost squealed. His face was blank for a second but soon grew into a knowing smile. Carol left before he could say anything and rushed to the group. "Guys!" She caught everyone's attention.

"Somethin' happen?" Rick asked with concern.

"Yes! Daryl and (Y/N) finally kissed!" Everyone seemed to relax that there was no danger, but then started smiling and laughing.

"Okay T, you owe me some chocolate." Glenn grinned, T-Dog simply rolled his eyes but smiled regardless. "I practically shoved (Y/N) to confess earlier!"

"So you rigged the bet?" T-Dog joked.

Everyone laughed at Glenn and T's antics. A bit of happiness in the group during a troubling time was always needed. Even if that comes from two people the group was secretly rooting for ending up together.

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The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 4: Sticks and Stones

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 1 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs/drug use, Merle being creepy (again) ❧ Word Count: 3.7k

❧ In This Chapter: You get to know the younger Dixon brother a little better as you bring firewood back to camp, and you find a little treasure in the quarry, and in Daryl.

❧ A/N: I think this might be my favorite chapter so far! Here we get a few more conversations between Daryl and Reader, and these two are so cute together. We also get a few fun little snippets of Reader's life before the apocalypse, and also laundry with the ladies (one of my favorite scenes in Season 1 is when Andrea, Amy, Carol, and Jacqui are doing laundry at the quarry, so it's a bit of an homage to that).

“Are you getting anything?” Glenn yelled as Dale meticulously turned the dial on the old radio he brought with him. You and Dale were atop the RV checking to see if anyone nearby could hear you.

“Just static,” you turned your head down to the young man as you stood next to Dale with your arms crossed. “We did get some prerecorded broadcast about the refugee center in Atlanta.”

“Oh, great.” Glenn huffed.

“Seems like they gave up on keeping us updated,” Dale confirmed.

It had now been about a month since the world as you knew it had slowed to a halt, and about three weeks since you brought the Dixons to camp. Daryl hadn’t talked to you much since your awkward conversation that first night. Your experiment wasn’t a total failure, however. Daryl had been out hunting most of the days, and more often than not he came back with something for the group to eat. He had even tied strings of tin cans between the trees lining the camp’s perimeter as a kind of makeshift alarm system for whenever geeks would get too close for comfort.

As for Merle, he had only thrown a few catcalls your way whenever you bent over to pick something up. When he wasn’t ogling you or other women in the camp, namely Andrea, he was chopping wood or fishing with the gear Dale had brought (though you were pretty sure he was keeping most of whatever he caught for himself).

Overall, you considered it a moderate success. Even if the brothers were seen as outsiders, they still contributed to the group. Shane had eased up a little on you, too, giving you less dirty looks when you walked across camp. Everyone was eating better than before, so he couldn’t really complain.

Not that he had much to complain about. You had noticed that he was spending an inordinate amount of time going off in the woods, and Lori happened to disappear around the same time. At first you thought they were married, but after the first few nights of introductions, you found out that her husband had died in the hospital right after things went bad. You and some of the others had noticed the looks they gave each other, but it was none of your business.

You looked out towards the distant abandoned city and the sun peaking out over its tallest skyscrapers as Dale continued fiddling with the dial. “Well,” you huffed, “I’ve got firewood duty.” You patted him on the back and descended down the ladder.

“Be careful,” the old man said, “Don’t get yourself killed for mushrooms again.”

Today was to be your first day going out in the woods since your close call with the geek Daryl killed. You had only killed a few yourself, the first one being the one back at the library. The others had mostly been taken care of by the men in the camp. Secretly, you were hoping to run into another one so you could practice your knife skills. So you strapped your hunting knife to your belt and made your way into the forest.

It was midmorning by the time you collected a solid armful of fallen branches without incident. Bending over to pick up a few more before heading back, you heard a twig snap from behind you. Your eyes widened as this scenario seemed all too familiar to you. This time, you were intent on saving yourself. In one fluid motion, you dropped your pile of wood, stood up and turned with the speed of a tornado as you pulled out your knife, almost slicing Daryl Dixon across the stomach.

“Easy, Rambo. It’s just me,” he said, backing off with his hands in the air and his crossbow on his back.

You let out a huff and replaced your knife in its sheath. “Thought you were a geek.” You turned back around to begin reorganizing your wood.

“You’d be shit outta luck if I were, ya gotta aim for the brain,” he replied. “Shouldn’t be out here alone anyway, given your track record.”

Rolling your eyes you stood and turned around to face him. “Why don’t you go and do whatever it is you do and leave me alone? You made it clear you don’t want anything to do with me.” You ended up sounding a little more emotional than you meant to. “And I’ll have you know, I’ve killed plenty of geeks.” That was an exaggeration.

“Yeah, you wearin’ a dress when you killed ‘em too?” He loosely gestured to your legs. You looked down at the black floral dress that reached down to your mid-calves. The pattern of faded pink and cream colored flowers was broken up by the brown leather belt that cinched your waist and held your knife.

You had completely forgotten that you were wearing a dress. The unrestraint of the loose garment seemed like second nature to you. Dresses and skirts had made up most of your wardrobe, you still had quite a few of them with you.

“That’s irrelevant,” you said, continuing to consolidate the firewood.

Daryl watched you for a moment before beginning to help you, scooping the majority of your sticks into his arms.

“Shouldn’t you be impaling some fuzzy woodland creatures right about now?” you chided.

“Woods are runnin’ dry. Little bastards are gettin’ smart. Gotta start goin’ out further,” he huffed, straightening up as he finished gathering the wood.

Great, the only good thing that came of bringing the Dixons to camp was about to run out faster than it took for your group to digest the squirrels.

“You might have to bite the bullet and go vegetarian,” you giggled a little at your own quip. The two of you began making your way back to camp with your pile of wood split rather unevenly between you.

Daryl scoffed, “I’d sooner eat dirt. At least it’d have more protein.”

You laughed a little louder than you meant to, letting out the rather unattractive snort that tended to slip out when you laughed genuinely.

Daryl looked at you with almost a hint of a smirk, then trailed his eyes back down to the ground as he remembered your tear-stained face. “Didn’t mean to make ya cry.”

You looked up to him with those same wide doe eyes you had flashed him the first time you saw him. You couldn’t figure out what to say as you just thought about how observant the man really was. It was like nothing could get past him.

You looked back down at your feet. “It’s fine. You were right anyway.”

“Nah.” You eyed him curiously, noticing him chew on his lower lip. He had a habit of doing that, you surmised. “Just ‘cause the world’s changed don’t mean all that other stuff doesn’t matter.”

You couldn’t help but smile a bit. “Yeah,” your face turned serious again, “but you were right that it’s never going to be the same.”

“Maybe we’re both right,” he replied, nodding his head to himself as he looked forward.

“Maybe.”

The two of you walked in silence for a while before Daryl spoke again. “I did odd-jobs… before all this.”

You smiled widely. “What kind of odd-jobs?”

“Mostly fixin’ cars, mowin’ lawns, buildin’ things.” Daryl cleared his throat. “Sometimes helped Merle deal. Didn’t like that as much as he did though.”

You had found out that Merle was a user when you caught him taking a hit of something behind the Dixons truck a few days prior. You and everyone else pretty much assumed he was involved in the illicit drug trade to some degree. It would all explain some of his more erratic behavior. It made senes that he dealt, too.

“Gee, you couldn’t score me some, could you?” you joked. Though he didn’t think it was so funny as he scowled at you slightly. “Sorry, dumb joke.” His face relaxed a little. He didn’t think I was serious, did he?

“S’fine,” he replied. “Merle’d be the one you’d wanna ask anyway.”

He must be in a good mood today. “Good to know,” you nodded, hoping he understood that you were joking.

You stopped in your tracks as a painful cramp spread up your arm. You had been carrying a lot less wood than Daryl, but your arms felt like they were about to turn to jelly. At the risk of sounding like a wimp, you ventured to ask Daryl for a respite. “Could we stop for a second? My arms are killing me.”

Daryl nodded as you made your way over to the closest fallen tree. You set the pile down gently as you planted yourself on the log. Daryl followed suit. You reached into your pack and pulled out your aluminum water bottle, offering Daryl a drink. He took a quick swig before handing it back to you.

“So, what’d you do?” You looked over at him as you gulped down your water.

“I was a librarian.”

Daryl looked at you incredulously. “Librarian?” You nodded your head. “No wonder you can’t kill geeks.”

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand as you almost choked on your water. “I’ll have you know that I caved a geek’s skull in with a five inch wide hardback collection of congressional papers, thank you very much.”

Daryl crossed his arms over his chest. “Pffft, find that hard to believe.”

You paused for a moment, tilting your head. Oh, you’re just asking for it. “Well, believe it.” You smirked playfully.

Daryl realized what he had said. Shit, walked right into that one, he thought. You looked at each other for a few long seconds before a thought occurred to you as your gaze wandered to the crossbow leaning against his leg.

“So how’d you learn how to use that thing?” you pointed to the bow. His arms remained crossed as his narrow eyes followed your hand down to the crossbow he’d come to consider a fifth limb.

“Taught m’self. Had to eat.” He seemed to close off a bit after that. You didn’t want to risk prodding the matter.

“Would you mind if I went out hunting with you one of these days?” Your words came out of your mouth so fast that it took you a moment to comprehend what you had just said. You had wanted to learn as many practical skills as you could, and now seemed as good a time as any to ask about hunting and tracking. You just hoped he wouldn’t recoil again. “I mean, I’d like to learn. Make myself useful. All Shane’s got me doing is laundry and mushroom hunting… and you saw how that went.”

Daryl chewed on the side of his thumb as he considered it for a while. Normally he preferred being on his own when he went on a hunt. It made for less noise to scare off potential targets, and he enjoyed the silence. It gave him time to collect his thoughts, at least compared to when Merle was with him. As much as he loved his brother, he could never get the guy to shut up. At least you seemed to be able to maintain silence.

“Think you should learn how to defend yourself first. Ain’t gonna kill nothin’ if you’re already dead.” He had a point. You weren’t nearly as experienced in facing the undead as he was.

“Okay.” You nodded your head as you looked down at your hands folded in your lap. You couldn’t help but be a little disappointed, even a little embarrassed. At least you tried. “Well, I guess we should start heading back to camp.” You pushed yourself off the log and wrapped your arms around your bundle. Daryl stayed put as he watched you, a hint of sadness shadowing your features.

“I could teach ya how to fight geeks, protect yourself.” You stopped what you were doing and brought your head up to see if he was serious. “I mean,” he looked back down at the ground and rubbed the back of his neck, “if you want.”

You hoped he didn’t notice the slight blush you felt blooming on your cheeks, but, given his apparent skills of observation, you wouldn’t be surprised if he did. “I’d really like that, thank you.” The corners of your eyes crinkled and your cheeks lifted to new heights as you gave him the biggest smile he had seen since the world went to shit.

“Don’ mention it.” He alternated his gaze between you and his pile of wood before reaching down and wrapping the bundle in his arms in one effortless motion. Meanwhile you were lifting up your thigh to help tuck the wood to your body as closely as you could.

“Let’s head back.” You nudged your head towards camp and the two of you began walking the rest of the way back to your new home. It had been a good day so far. You had collected more than enough wood to last for at least another week of cold nights, and you had had your most pleasant interaction with Daryl yet. You didn’t know why you cared so much about him liking you. It was probably something to do with your incessant need for everyone to like you, but it felt a little different with Daryl. It seemed like you genuinely cared what he thought of you, not just on a surface level. You had some odd desire to impress him. You hadn’t really felt the need to prove yourself to someone as much as you had with this man you had more than enough reason to not like. You guessed that the human mind just had a funny way of working.

By noon you and Daryl had emerged from the woods and piled up the wood in a makeshift covered woodpile near the main fire pit, but not without Merle noticing his brother hadn’t come back from his hunt completely empty-handed.

“Well, well, well,” the older Dixon sauntered over from the other side of camp. “Now I know you didn’t get down and dirty with little Bambi in the woods before you asked ole Merle.” Daryl turned around to face his brother with narrowed eyes and a look of severe annoyance. Merle ignored his scowl and came closer to you. “That’s all right, I’ll take sloppy seconds if it means I get to see what you got hidin’ under that pretty little dress.” He looped his finger under the strap of your dress and pulled at it enough to expose more of your chest.

“Man, leave ‘er be.” Daryl pulled him away by the shoulder harshly. He often looked serious, but this was the most serious you had seen him yet, at least towards his brother.

You glowered at Merle with a hint of both indignation and fear. Merle hadn’t acted on any of his threats so far, but you didn’t want to stick around him long enough to find out. You made eye contact with Daryl as you headed toward your tent.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?” Daryl nearly slammed his nose into Merle’s as he came face to face with his brother. Merle just kept on smiling that shit-eating grin.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist. I won’t screw your little plaything.”

“Man, I was just helpin’ her carry sticks is all. You need to get your head outta the gutter.” Daryl started to walk away when Merle grabbed his forearm and turned him back around.

“Don’t you go gettin’ soft on me now, baby brother. Remember what we’re here for.” Daryl chewed his bottom lip as he looked at his older brother before tearing his arm away and trudging off, not wanting to deal with his brother anymore today.

A few hours had passed and you were now on laundry duty down at the quarry. You had enough time since you got back from your excursion to clear your mind of the creep that is Merle Dixon. Plus, talking to the other women in the camp, whose responsibilities were also mostly relegated to domestic chores, was becoming a kind of therapy for you.

“So what happened next?” Jacqui asked as she wrung out someone’s soaking wet socks over a bucket near the shallow end of the quarry.

You giggled as you thought back to the time you had stumbled in on two college students “getting to know each other” in the special collections. “Well, obviously I was mortified. But…” you trailed off and your cheeks heated up a bit.

“But what?” Andrea nudged your shoulder playfully, bringing you back to Earth.

You sighed and looked down at the shirt you were scrubbing. “I may or may not have gotten a good look at his dick.”

“Ah!” The women all yelped and giggled as you let down your usually innocent demeanor.

“Well?” Andrea prodded as the laughs died down.

You smiled, a little confused. “Well what?”

Andrea rolled her eyes. ��Was it a good one?”

The women chuckled again and you handed the shirt to Jacqui to rinse. You looked around quickly to make sure no one else was around. “Not as good as some I’ve seen.”

Amy let out a scandalized scoff. “And all this time I thought you were the virginal girl-next-door.”

You pretended to be offended as you tossed a soaking wet pair of boxers at the younger girl. “Hey, I might be a librarian but I’m not a virgin!”

Amy threw the boxers back at you, the drenched fabric hitting you in the face. “Obviously.”

The four of you shared in some more laughs before finally finishing laundry for the day and beginning to pack up. You were bending over to pick up the large pale you were using to rinse the clothing when you spotted an irregularly shaped rock with a myriad of uneven ridges among the typical river rocks you had been used to seeing in the quarry.

You held the apple sized rock in your hand as you dusted off its rough surface with the other. It wasn’t a very pretty rock, but it reminded you of your dad. He loved collecting rocks, even the ones that weren’t so pretty. Your mind took you back to the window sill in your dad’s hobby room upon which a treasure trove of rocks he had found were on display for all to see. Quite a few of them were probably found in that very same quarry you stood in at that moment.

The rock wasn’t nearly as pretty as some of the ones he had found and given to you, but you thought you’d keep it with you to remind you of him. Tucking the rock in your pack, you began the ascent back up to the camp with the others.

The night was quiet. Sitting cross-legged atop Dale’s RV keeping watch, you couldn’t hear anything besides the chirping of crickets and the ribbiting of frogs. You were still trying to get used to not hearing the whistles of the train that passed by your apartment, or the muffled music and drunken conversations from your upstairs neighbors when they threw yet another Friday night party.

You absentmindedly turned the rock you had found earlier in the palm of your hand as you thought back to when things were so much simpler, and yet so much more complicated.

“My turn to keep watch.” You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t even noticed Daryl standing next to you.

“Right.” Standing up, you handed the shotgun you didn’t even know how to use over to Daryl. “Have fun.” You smiled as you turned to climb down the RV.

“You gonna crack open that geode?”

You turned back before you could climb down. “It’s a geode?” You looked down at the ugly rock in your hand.

Daryl grunted in affirmation as you let him take the rock from you. “You wanna see what’s inside?”

You had always wanted to find a geode in the wild. You had only seen them on display in those rock shops your dad took you to. Of course you couldn’t buy anything because it was all far too expensive. You never thought you’d be able to have your own geode.

“I’d love that.”

Daryl placed the rock on the metal side table Dale kept on the roof of the RV. He shrugged off the shotgun and turned it so the stock was facing downward. He crashed the stock down onto the surface of the rock until it split open.

Your eyes sparkled when you saw a rich profusion of deep amethyst quartz shining as it caught the soft luminescence cascading down from the full moon high in the night sky. You thought your jaw might drop from just how gorgeous it was.

“It’s beautiful.” You were finally able to muster a few words in your awe. “Thanks for doing that, Daryl.”

He looked at you for a moment before turning his gaze back down to the geode, then handing the two pieces to you. “Ain’t nothin’.”

You looked at his hands and smiled at his gesture. “You should keep one half.” You could see his deep blue eyes widen a bit.

“You sure?”

You took the smaller half from his hand. “Positive. Couldn’t have done it without ya.” You turned to leave but he grabbed your upper arm lightly to get your attention.

He hesitatingly took hold of your hand and traded the half that you had taken for the one you had left him. “You should have the bigger piece. You found it.”

You couldn’t believe it. Were you blushing again? Lucky for you he couldn’t tell in the darkness. “If you insist.”

You finally made it to the ground, but you felt like you were floating. You hadn’t been so giddy in a while, and all it took was a pretty rock to make you feel like a little kid again. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from it as you walked back to your tent.

Before you opened the flap, you turned your head to get a glimpse of Daryl’s broad silhouette atop the RV. You couldn’t make out his features, but you could tell he was looking at his geode, too.

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Words: 4,027 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: the Greene farm Warnings: Language, violence, gore, discussions of trauma, typical TWD, nothing super bad this chapter A/N: This is of a miniseries! You can find the other chapters on the Masterlist! Summary: An accusation is made.

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The next afternoon you were about ready to lose your mind if you had to sit around your camp site any longer. Daryl had gone out searching for Sophia again and you felt useless being left behind. You knew you couldn’t go far into the woods with your hand injured, but you decided to visit the usual places along the edge where you often found wild mushrooms just for something to do. You gathered up your pack and sheathed your knife on your hip, just in case, and headed out.

It wasn’t yet evening but the sun was sinking low in the sky. Andrea was on watch, sitting on top of the RV, when she suddenly spotted a figure emerging from the trees. At first she thought it might be Daryl coming back from his search, but after looking properly through the binoculars she could see that it was Shane and he was stumbling. The front of his shirt looked crimson. “Oh my God. Oh my God! Hey—I think Shane’s hurt!” The camp scrambled into action. Dale passed out the guns and Rick took off in the lead, racing across the pasture as fast as his legs could carry him. Glenn, Andrea, and T-dog were on his heels. When they reached Shane, they could see a long slice across his torso. He was clutching his hand to his stomach and the blood was just pouring out.

“Jesus! What the hell happened?!” Glenn yelled.

Shane groaned as Andrea slipped off the button-up shirt over her tank top and pressed it to his stomach. Shane gripped it tightly. “I was just—” he winced, “—thinking about setting a few more snares. I ran into Y/N out there and she just—I don’t know, man,” he said, looking up at Rick. “She just fuckin’ lost it! She slashed me and I just took off running!”

Everyone was stunned. “You’re saying Y/N did this to you?” T-dog repeated.

Shane nodded. “Ah, fuck,” he groaned. He pulled Andrea’s shirt away from his stomach and stared at the cut.

Rick looked panicked and ran a hand back through his hair, staring at his bleeding best friend. “You’re telling me she did this unprovoked,” Rick pressed him.

“She just snapped,” Shane said through his gritted teeth. “I told ya something was wrong with that girl.”

Rick swore under his breath. “Andrea,” he motioned for her and they stepped away while T supported Shane. “Get him to Hershel but do not say anything about Y/N. You understand? If he asks, just tell him we’re lookin’ into it right now.” Andrea nodded. “Shane, where is she?” Rick asked.

“She wasn’t that far back. Straight in,” he said. He was hunched over. Andrea began leading him back toward the farmstead.

“Glenn. T. Come with me,” Rick growled. They set off into the trees, scouring the ground for any sign of you. There were clear drops of Shane’s blood in a trail leading straight into the woods. They strained their hearing.

As they crept along, searching, Glenn finally spoke what was on his mind. “Rick. Something about this doesn’t feel right…”

“Let’s just find Y/N,” he replied. His tone was steely. At last, Rick spotted you through the trees ahead, crouching down collecting mushrooms. He made eye contact with T and Glenn and nodded. They approached slowly and Rick raised his gun. “Y/N,” he called out. You startled and stood, spinning around to see the three of them coming toward you, armed. “Just take it easy,” Rick said calmly.

You said nothing. What the fuck was going on?

“Take your knife out of your sheath and toss it away,” Rick said. Your brow furrowed and you only continued to peer at him. “Do it, Y/N. Slowly.”

You gulped, but complied, unsnapping the loop over the hilt of your knife and slowly drawing it before tossing it to the side.

“Good,” Rick nodded. “Do you have any other weapons on you?” You shook your head. Your expression was blank, unreadable. Your heart was hammering in your chest. What the fuck was going on? “Glenn, get her knife,” Rick said. You watched as he retrieved your knife from the leaf litter. “Alright. Let’s get back to camp. You’re gonna come with us now, alright?” You simply stared back, your eyes flashing a little as they darted between the three men. “T keep your gun on her.” Rick approached you cautiously and looked you over thoroughly to be sure you didn’t have another weapon. He withdrew his pair of handcuffs and watched you eye them. For the first time he saw a flash of confusion on your face that you couldn’t hide.

“Rick, is that really necessary?” Glenn asked.

Rick’s eyes didn’t leave you. “Just until we can figure out what’s going on, okay?” You held perfectly still and allowed Rick to handcuff your wrists behind your back. He was careful not to bump your injured hand, wrapped up in clean gauze, and careful not to put them on you too tight. “Glenn’ll get your pack. Come on.” You fell into step beside Rick and allowed him to lead you back toward the farm. T and Glenn trailed behind. Your mind whirred the whole way.

Up at the farmhouse, Shane was laid out in the bed and Hershel was being assisted by Maggie, Lori, and Andrea as he cleaned and stitched up Shane’s wound. It needed quite a few stitches, but the veterinarian said it wasn’t too deep and should heal just fine. Surprisingly, Hershel didn’t ask for an explanation yet. Outside, Carol tried to keep Carl busy and distracted. She stood suddenly when she saw the men returning with you and heading straight toward the stable.

Rick opened one of the empty horse stalls and walked you inside. He took the handcuffs off your wrists and you turned to look at him. You both stared at each other for a long moment. It was like Rick was waiting for you to say something, but you just went on staring. Finally, he stepped back out and shut the door, using the handcuffs as a makeshift lock to secure it closed. He handed the key to T-dog. “Take watch,” he said, and T agreed with a nod. You watched the men leave and simply glanced around before sinking onto the soft, clean hay against the back wall. T-dog glanced in at you. You looked small, huddled on the ground, and it was hard for him to believe you were capable of what you’d done to those men the other day and harder to believe you would attack Shane for no reason…

Rick ran up the porch steps and burst inside. “How is he?” he asked. Hershel was emerging from the guest room and headed to wash his hands in the kitchen.

“He’s fine. Lost a good amount of blood but most of the wound isn’t too deep,” he said calmly. “Are you going to tell me how this happened?” He gave Rick a pointed look.

Rick rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m trying to figure that out right now,” he said. He turned and headed straight into the guest room as Andrea and Lori were coming out. Shane looked up from his prone position on the bed and sighed as Rick came in.

“Did you find her?” he asked, pulling himself up slightly against the headboard.

“Mhm. She’s locked up in the stable for now,” Rick nodded. “Tell me again what happened.”

Shane sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know, man. I ran into her out there and—and I must have spooked her or something because the next thing I knew she was just coming at me,” he said. “She had her knife out and she just—” he made a slashing motion in the air. “I just got out of there as fast as I could. The look in her eyes… She wasn’t in her right mind. I didn’t even realize at first that I was cut until I felt the blood.”

“Mmm,” Rick nodded, listening. “Pretty good gash.”

“Yeah.” Shane glanced down. “Gonna leave me one hell of a scar,” he said.

“Alright. You just rest up. Let me figure the rest of this out, alright?” Rick said, turning to leave.

“Hey. Look, I’m sorry it came to this. If I hadn’t startled her maybe this wouldn’t have happened,” Shane said. Rick held his eyes for a long moment before nodding and stepping into the hallway, shutting the door softly behind him. Rick headed outside and across the farmyard again, making straight for the stable. He ignored the curious looks from Lori and the others, just kept his head down.

He leaned against the stall door and peered at you through the bars. You were just sitting on the ground, your back against the wall. You were cradling your injured hand with the other. Rick cleared his throat to get your attention and your eyes flickered up to his face. “Shane says you attacked him. He’s got a nasty gash across his chest and stomach. Says you did it with your knife.” You simply kept staring at him, but Rick thought your eyes had narrowed just a little. “Did you?”

He thought he saw the muscle in your jaw clench. “No,” you said simply.

Rick waited for you to say more but you didn’t. “No? That’s it? That’s all you’ve got to say?” he pressed you. “We grab you out of the woods and throw handcuffs on you and lock you up in a horse stall and all you’ve got to say is ‘no’?” You just stared back at him. Rick sighed and you watched him shut his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose. He stepped away, patting T-dog’s shoulder as he went.

Rick was barely two steps away from the stall they’d put you in when Glenn rushed him. “Rick. Rick, something isn’t right here,” he said in a hushed voice. Rick seemed to already be deep in thought. The sheriff’s hands went to his hips.

“She didn’t ask any questions. She just came. She didn’t say anything,” he said softly.

“She hardly talked normally. You expect her to start blurting out questions or dramatically protesting her innocence? We came at her with weapons drawn! She was just attacked by those men two days ago,” Glenn said. “Rick, look. The blade of her knife is completely clean,” Glenn said, holding it out. “She has no blood on her clothes. She just looked—lost when we showed up.” He suddenly reached inside your pack and pulled out a smaller cloth bag. “She was out there collecting mushrooms for the group. There was no blood where we found her. We never even found the spot where this supposedly happened, no sign of a struggle anywhere. And if she snapped like Shane is claiming do you really think she was going to be calmly picking mushrooms still when we got there? Not to mention he’s got like a hundred pounds on her! You’re telling me you think Shane would run if Y/N attacked him?”

“You forgot to mention that her hand was still bandaged up and the gauze didn’t have any blood on it, hers or his,” Rick said. Glenn breathed a sigh of relief. Rick knew. He knew this was bullshit. Of course he knew. “And that’s if she could even grip a knife with that hand. And Y/N is right-handed. That means if she attacked Shane with a slash the way he described, the way he showed me with his hand when he told me, the cut would probably go from the bottom-right of his abdomen up toward his left shoulder. His wound goes from the lower left up toward his right shoulder.” He met Glenn’s eyes.

“Like he did it to himself with his right hand,” Glenn said. “Jesus…”

Rick nodded. “Yeah…”

Daryl came back from another fruitless search thirsty, sweaty, and hungry. He headed toward camp but quickly knew from the gloomy and tense mood that something was wrong. Again. “The hell s’goin’ on?” he asked Andrea.

“Shane says Y/N attacked him. He had to get like forty stitches,” she said.

Daryl’s face contorted with disbelief. “What? Like hell she did,” he growled.

“He’s pretty fucked up,” Andrea said.

“Well, if it is true then he was askin’ for it. Shit, I caught him fuckin’ with her just yesterday.” Daryl glanced around camp and then up toward the farmhouse. “Where’s Rick?”

“I think he’s talking to her right now,” Carol said. “They took her to the stable.”

Daryl let out a string of expletives under his breath and immediately set off in that direction. By the time he got there he was fuming. “Rick! Hey, Rick! What the fuck is goin’ on?” he roared. Inside the stall you were locked into, you sat up straighter and listened. Daryl was back. You heaved a small sigh of relief that he was back and okay. You always worried about anyone going off on their own, but extra worried about Daryl because he did occasionally have a reckless streak. “The hell is goin’ on?!” you heard Daryl roar again.

“Daryl—just calm down,” Rick said.

“Calm down? Yer tellin’ me ya really think she would just attack Shane for no reason? If she did, he fucking deserved it!”

“No,” Rick said.

“She ain’t got—what?” The archer stalled before he could even embark on his next angry tirade.

“No. I don’t believe it,” Rick said.

Daryl’s blue eyes narrowed. “Well, where the fuck is she?”

Glenn pointed. “She’s right inside.” Daryl gave each of them a parting glare and stepped into the stable. T-dog moved aside and Daryl peered in at you. He looked down at the handcuffs that were keeping you in. You immediately climbed to your feet.

“Are ya alright?” he asked urgently.

“Did you find any sign of Sophia?”

He stared at you for a moment before shaking his head. “Yer locked up in here and that’s what you’re thinkin’ about?” He shot a pointed look back at Rick and Glenn, who had followed him inside. “No. Nothin’,” he said sadly. “But are ya alright?”

You nodded. “I’m fine.”

Daryl spun on Rick again. “If ya don’t think she did anything wrong then why the hell is she still locked up in here?”

“It’s not her I’m worried about,” Rick said.

“What d’ya mean?”

Rick looked uneasy.

“Ya think Shane might try somethin’ else? Might try to hurt her? Ain’t he full of stitches now?” Daryl asked.

Rick looked troubled. “I don’t know what he’s capable of. If he tried this, who knows what else he might try.”

Daryl turned to face him. “She just was attacked two damn days ago. She’s got a concussion. She ain’t spendin’ the night in a goddamn horse stall,” he argued.

“Daryl, it’s fine,” you said. “I’ve had worse…”

“Nah. Not happenin’,” he argued.

“I want Shane to think we all believe him,” Rick said. “For now.”

“So, tell him she’s here and keep a guard, but she ain’t stayin’ in there overnight. Ya got her locked up like some damn animal.”

“Daryl, really it’s fine—”

“Nah, it ain’t,” he said fervently. He stared at Rick. “She can stay in my tent. Shane wouldn’t think to look there.” This time Rick considered it. “Keep T-dog here on watch so if Shane does look he’ll think she’s still locked up out here. But that son of a bitch knows better than to come sniffin’ around my spot,” Daryl drawled.

At length, Rick nodded. “T open it up.” T-dog unlocked the stall and you stepped out, hugging your arms around yourself against the chill in the evening air. Glenn handed you your pack and gave you a sympathetic look.

“Thanks,” you nodded to him. Daryl started to lead the way out but Rick stopped him.

“Just make sure she isn’t seen. Shane is… far worse off than I thought he was,” Rick said, and you could see the weight this man was carrying. He’d finally realized the full extent of Shane’s collapse and he didn’t know whether to blame the apocalypse or Shane’s feelings for his wife… in the end the why didn’t matter. Something was going to have to be done about it.

“I ain’t gonna let anythin’ happen,” Daryl said. Rick nodded and you followed Daryl outside into the evening which was now growing dark. “Ya need anything from your spot?” he asked you as you fell into stride beside him. You shook your head. You arrived at Daryl’s camp and he immediately unzipped his tent and nudged his head to indicate you should go inside. “Sorry,” he drawled as he stepped in after you. He clicked on a lantern beside his bed. “Wasn’t exactly, uhh, expectin’ company.” He swept some things aside from the middle of the floor and grabbed some clothes off his cot, adding them to a pile in one corner. “Ain’t much,” he said glancing around, “but s’better than a horse stall.”

You nodded. “Thanks. Again.”

“So, what exactly happened?” he asked, sinking down on a camping chair set up in one corner. He nudged his head in the direction of his cot and you sat down on the edge of it, putting your pack beside you.

You shrugged. “I don’t really know. I was picking mushrooms and the next thing I knew Rick, T, and Glenn were there pointing guns at me. I just gave up my knife and Rick handcuffed me and walked me back and put me in that stall.”

Daryl stared at you intensely, his expression mainly bewildered. “They said Shane had to get a bunch of stitches. So, ya never even saw him?” You shook your head. “Jesus. So, he fucked himself up? Why?”

At first you just shrugged, but Daryl waited as a thoughtful look grew on your face. “After yesterday, I think he really believes I’m actually dangerous… or some part of him does,” you said.

Daryl’s eyebrow cocked up. “Well, ya are dangerous. Ya can handle yourself. But ya ain’t a psycho. Ya wouldn’t hurt anybody here without a damn good reason.”

“I guess so,” you said, thinking back to how you had essentially blacked out and slaughtered those men who were attacking you.

“I know so,” Daryl said.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. If someone—if I even perceived someone as doing something to threaten me… I don’t know,” you trailed off.

“Shane did basically threaten ya yesterday. And ya didn’t murder him. Like I said, ya ain’t a psycho.”

You eyed him for a long moment. “…Why are you being so nice to me?”

The question went straight to Daryl’s heart. The fact that you even would ask such a thing meant you weren’t used to it, didn’t expect it. He could definitely relate to that, purposely keeping expectations low at all times... but it hurt to hear you say it. He thought you were vastly more worthy of some sincere, positive attention than he was. He grabbed a stray leaf off the canvas floor and twirled it between his thumb and forefinger. “I see what ya do for the group. Without anyone even askin’. And I guess, maybe, I can relate to ya.”

You gulped at the nervous tightness in your throat. “What do you mean?” Your voice was soft in the still silence of his tent and it left you feeling like nothing outside the thin walls existed except the droning of the cicadas and chirping of the crickets.

Daryl crumbled the dry leaf between his fingers and watched as it turned to dust. “I’ve had things happen to me, too… in the past, ya know? And I can recognize someone with their guard up ‘cause mine usually is. I guess damaged people just know how to spot other damaged people,” he drawled. He paused and suddenly realized what he’d said. “Not that ya are damaged, uhh, shit…” he murmured, feeling like a complete asshole. But far from looking offended you actually smiled at him and even let out a small laugh. Daryl wondered at the unfamiliar jump of his heart at the sound.

“It’s okay. I am. And I know it,” you said, trying to put him at ease. “But I really think everyone is these days.”

One corner of his mouth twitched up. He watched as you pulled the end of the bandage on your hand free and unwound it, resting it palm up on your knee, staring down at the stitches across your palm. “Thanks for this,” you said. “This is definitely better than the stable…”

He nodded. “Yeah. Ya can take the cot when you’re tired.” He glanced toward the zipped-up entrance. “Gonna plant myself right in front of the door,” he murmured.

“Do you think Shane would—would really try to hurt me?” you asked him. There was no trace of fear in your voice, just a somewhat amazed curiosity.

The archer shrugged. “Honestly, I dunno. If ya had asked me when we were back at the quarry I woulda said no, but… for all his tryin’ to poison everyone to think yer the crazy one, he’s the one who’s slipped.”

You nodded and Daryl was surprised to see that you actually looked sorry, regretful as you thought about him. Despite what Shane was trying to do, you felt bad for him. “He really is in love with Lori,” you said softly. “It is pretty sad when you think about it.”

Daryl was staring at you curiously. “I guess so.”

“It is,” you insisted. “I think Shane is a good man down deep. He’s fiercely loyal… does anything for the people he cares about… but this world takes good people and just—” you broke off, realizing suddenly that you were rambling on a bit and cutting yourself off. You glanced up and Daryl’s blue eyes were fixed on you.

“Just what?” he prompted. He looked genuinely interested in what you were saying.

You shrugged. “Breaks them.” You stared down at the stitches on your palm again. “I think that’s what happened to me.”

“Would ya quit that?” Daryl said sharply. His tone was scolding. “Ya ain’t broken.”

“You don’t know that,” you countered.

“Well,” he said, grabbing a couple nearby shirts and balling them up before positioning them underneath his head as a makeshift pillow as he laid down on the floor. “If yer broken, I’m fuckin’ ruined,” he said. You could tell he was partially kidding, but he was also half-serious and you wondered what trauma was in his past that made him find yours so relatable. Daryl stretched his legs out and crossed them at the ankles, draping an arm over his eyes. His crossbow and knife were lying right beside him and he really was blocking the entrance of the tent.

You shifted on the cot, smoothing his sleeping bag beneath you and pulling your feet up off the floor, trying to settle in. You clicked the lantern off. “You’re not ruined,” you said as you laid down on Daryl’s cot, staring up at the faint shape of the curved roof of the tent.

“You don’t know that,” Daryl retorted from his place on the floor, quoting your own words back at you. You could hear a smile in his voice.

“Yeah. I do,” you said softly. Daryl felt an unexpected electric jolt at this assertion from you.

“Night, Y/N,” he drawled.

“Goodnight.”

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Caught in a Bard Romance

SHAKESPEARE IN LOVE Crescent Theatre, Birmingham, Saturday 24th August, 2022 Famously, little is known of Shakespeare the man, although we actually know more about him than other playwrights of the time. The gaps in our knowledge are taken as an open invitation to screenwriters, novelists, and everyone else to invent whatever they like to make their own version of him. Tom Stoppard and Marc…

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FIRE AND MOSS // Daryl Dixon X Reader// CHAPTER 4

TW: strong language

You tried your best to fall asleep, you were exhausted. Sleep didn’t come easy; especially not after being on your own for as long as you were. Any shut eye was interrupted by the smallest noise- leaves rustling, water dripping from trees, the gentle flapping of a bird’s wings. Every single noise made you jolt up, ready to pounce on anything that tried to come close to you. You were so used to being alone, with no backup, nobody to look out for you, nobody to care for you that spending the night at a safe place felt strange.

You rolled to your side with a heavy sigh. Your eyes hurt and you were sure you had some horrifying eyebags, too. The sleeping bag felt a little too soft, unlike the hard surface of your tent that you’ve grown so accustomed to, you haven’t laid in a sleeping bag since ‘the shit hit the fan’, as you called it. It seemed more appropriate than calling it ‘the apocalypse’, maybe because you never imagined the apocalypse to be so goddamn ugly, bloody and smelly.

You decided to sit up, knowing that you won’t fall asleep anytime soon. You knew that Jake was outside, but you didn’t know exactly what he was doing. You guessed he was running around camp or went to the forest to hang out- it was his first home, after all. He always came back to you by morning though, so you never worried. You suddenly heard the crackling of a fire and poked your head out your tent- it was Daryl. As soon as your head peeked out of the entrance of your tent, you felt Jake brush his snout against your cheek. He couldn’t sleep either, but didn’t leave to run around. He sat in front of your tent like a guardian, watching Daryl’s every move. You chuckled quietly, trying not to alert the man by the fire of your presence just yet. You studied him- his back was facing you, the wings on his leather vest were clearly visible. He was much bigger than you were- in every sense of the word. Taller, broader, heavier; in other words he was deadly to you, physically speaking. The man was like a puzzle, you couldn’t figure him out. He was watching you for God knows how long and you never even noticed, left you a gift, convinced Rick to take you in, yet he never spoke to you unless you were the one to engage conversation. He seemed rough around the edges but had a strange tenderness to him, and from what you’ve heard from the group, you were the only one to see it.

Deciding to stand up, you stretched a little and made your way over to him and decided to speak first, as not to startle him. “Hey”

His head whipped around to look at you and simply nodded in response, his dark hair falling over his icy eyes. He stared at you, waiting for you to say something else.

“Mind if I join? I can’t sleep” you kneeled next to Jake and gave the foxes’ head a small pat, awaiting Daryl’s response. He looked into your eyes but quickly shifted his gaze on something else and hummed in response. You smiled and took a seat on the opposite side of the small campfire, deciding it’s best to let him have his space. A few minutes of silence passed, you were sure Daryl didn’t mind it but sitting across from him and staring at the fire, occasionally looking up at him felt a bit uncomfortable to you. You cleared your throat and noticed his gaze shift from the fire to you.

“Not to seem ungrateful or anything” you began with a nervous chuckle, “but why did you help me out? Not just in the forest, yesterday too. You helped convince Rick to let me stay.” You grabbed a stick and poked the fire causing embers to fly up into the dark sky. Both you and Daryl took notice of Jake jumping up and trying to catch one in his mouth before it disappeared. Daryl let out a small snort that was gone before you could take it in- it was a completely new sound.

“Didn’t want him to go” he motioned to the fox with a tiny smirk, causing you to giggle. He cleared his throat and continued, which surprised you- this was your first real conversation, even if it was just about Jake. “He do any tricks?”

“Yeah, a couple actually. He can bite your face off if you keep treating him like a dog,” you gave him a playful smile, he returned the favor and mumbled something along the lines of ‘lil’ bastard’ and you went on “or my personal favorite. You got an empty can?” He looked at you with confusion, raising his eyebrows but didn’t say anything as he picked up an empty can of beans from the grass behind the log he was sitting on and threw it to you. You caught it and placed it on the damp grass near your foot, in front of Jake. He instantly put his snout inside, getting stuck.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: Mother Nature’s perfect killing machine” you announced in between chuckles and heard Daryl snort again. He smiled and shook his head while you took the can off Jake’s face. “And before you ask, I have no idea why he does that” you added while ruffling his fur lovingly. Before long, silence fell between you once again, but it was more comfortable this time. You didn’t expect any more conversation from the man- you were surprised with how much you got already, anyway. He looked at you, his face illuminated by the warm glow of the flames. Daryl’s expression was unreadable, it frustrated you that you couldn’t figure out what was going on in his head. He leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees and spoke up.

“Who ‘ere you with before us?” his low voice now sounded more gravelly than usual, he didn’t look at you. Your breath caught in your throat- you have never spoken to anyone about your previous group. Just now, you realized how much you missed them. If it weren’t for Jake and the others, you wouldn’t be where you were right now. They were the ones who taught you to survive, the ones who took you in when all seemed hopeless, they were family. They were family and when you were attacked, you didn’t even fight, you just ran. You realized your eyes were tearing up and looked at the man with nothing but shame, guilt and despair. He couldn’t see you like this, you didn’t want him to pity you or look at you differently, so you stood up. His eyes followed you, he shook his head gently to get the hair out of his face. He glanced at you apologetically, thinking he must’ve done or said something wrong. He didn’t realize you weren’t ready to open up yet.

“Alright” you chuckled sadly, trying to lighten the mood and change the subject, “It’s late, you’d better go to sleep. Jake and I will take watch”

Daryl gently shook his head and eyed you, the pressure of his gaze being much for you in that moment. You turned your back to him and pretended to look up at the star-filled sky. In reality, you tried to hold back the tears forming in your eyes. You didn’t realize that opening up would be so difficult. Deciding its best to hide from the man for the time being, you stepped into your tent. Daryl saw you fumble and shuffle inside, he couldn’t believe that you actually complied. His attention turned back to the fire, he picked up a stick from the ground and began poking the burning wood with it before his head shot up when he heard you step out of the tent with something under your arm- it was too dark to make out what it was. You stepped towards Daryl and sat beside him, your eyes now red and puffy but dry. Wordlessly, you placed the item you were holding in his lap- your sleeping bag. Daryl furrowed his eyebrows and gently touched the soft makeshift mattress with his fingers.

“Can’t sleep on it, it’s too soft for me” you looked at him, hoping he would understand. You saw something change in his eyes when the words left your mouth, like the light he had while joking with you earlier died out completely. Your mouth turned into a thin line, trying your best to give him a smile but you were sure it came out more like a sad-puppy-look than a friendly grin. Enough was enough, you were just making him pity you more. You were an enigma to him- like a puzzle piece from a completely different box. Despite going through the unimaginable, things that you couldn’t even share with him, you never failed to give him that damn smile. The smile that made him wonder whether rescuing you was a good idea- you were dangerous. Not literally, Daryl knew you couldn’t and wouldn’t hurt him. The way you made him feel was dangerous but most of all, it was completely new and utterly confusing. You were like an elusive animal; afraid only when you absolutely needed to be, defensive yet so trusting, so warm and it frustrated him. He could usually read people like open books, but you were the only exception.

You stood up and didn’t miss the way Daryl’s eyes flickering between your face and the sleeping bag in his lap. Jake followed you to the tent, but you stilled before you entered.

“Goodnight, Daryl”

You woke up to Jake’s squeaks and growls coming from outside your tent, growling as you sat up and stretched. Your eyes landed on a small roll right outside of your tent- your sleeping bag. A heavy sigh left your mouth, but you couldn’t even pretend to be mad.

“Stubborn asshole”, you didn’t even notice the smile forming on your face while you cursed Daryl out. You crouched, trying to get out of the tent and almost falling over in the process. The damn thing was small. Once you managed to get out, Jake greeted you, jumping up and standing on his hind legs, his front paws resting on your stomach. You leaned down to press him into yourself gently. “Good morning to you, too. C’mon, let’s go say hi to everyone else.”

When you made your way to the group’s campground, Glenn, Dale, Carl and Maggie walked up to you to greet you while the rest said their hello’s from their seats. You were happy to see them, glad they didn’t disappear overnight. Shit. Last night’s conversation with Daryl hit you harder than you’d thought. The group was having breakfast around a campfire- theirs was much bigger than the one Daryl made. You stared at them, wondering whether you should join. Jake sniffed the air and made it clear he smelled the meat cooking over the fire.

“Are you going to stand there and stare at us or are you gonna join?” Glenn chuckled and bumped Maggie’s shoulder with his own, “Seriously, it’s kinda creepy.”

You apologized and offered them a sheepish smile while taking a seat in between Carl and Maggie. Everyone looked up at you from time to time, which you brushed off- they were probably just curious about Jake, who sat in the space between you and Carl. Maybe they were worried he would attack Carl?

“Alright, what’s up? Now you guys are the ones being creepy.” If you had to take one more weird look, you’d probably die. Or bury yourself underground.

“You’re uh…” Rick began and fumbled over his own words, “there’s a working shower in the house.” Great, Rick. He pointed it out in front of everyone. You were about to get mad but you took a look at yourself for the first time in forever, examining your clothes- they were covered in dirt and grime, not to mention that your face and arms had dried blood all over them.

“Patricia can wash your clothes!” Maggie chimed in, clearly uncomfortable with the silence that fell upon the group. “Eat something and go wash up, I’ll get you some of my clothes for the time being”

You were perfectly content with waiting for Patricia to wash your clothes, hell, you didn’t mind washing them yourself but decided to take the offer- it was a luxury, after all.

Dale cleared his throat and handed you a paper plate with two pieces of meat on it. You thanked him with a smile and gratefully took the food. Without thinking, you grabbed the larger piece and gave it to Jake, watching as he carefully took it from your hand with his teeth while you began chewing your own piece. The taste was familiar, you’ve eaten that meat before. Was it…

“Squirrel?” you asked and noticed Rick staring at you. Dale simply nodded and looked at you with nothing but confusion painted on his face. You were being stared at again. You couldn’t help but chuckle. “What did I do now?”

“I’m pretty sure both of those were for you” Rick smirked and you dipped your head. You couldn’t imagine eating and not sharing it with Jake.

“He’s hungrier than I am” you reassured him with a grin and pat the fox between his ears. Suddenly, something hit you. There’s only one person who can catch squirrels in this group and he wasn’t there.

“Where’s Daryl? There’s no squirrel without Daryl.” It was a joke, but you couldn’t help but worry about him. He was up all night and he went out, he must’ve been exhausted. Maggie smirked and tried to suppress a snort but didn’t manage to. You weren’t sure whether she was laughing at your joke or at how worried you were, but decided to believe it was the former.

“He’s out looking for Sophia, he should be back soon.” Lori tried to sound reassuring but it didn’t make you worry any less. You tried your best not to show your anxiety, the group probably didn’t know why you’d be worried about him. They were asleep while he took watch, making sure everyone was safe.

“I’m going on a run later today. You wanna join?” Maggie asked, kneeling in front of you. You felt Jake tense at how close she got. You didn’t expect it- they trusted you instantly, while they had no reason to. You couldn’t believe it, but you quickly accepted the offer.

Once you finished your meal, you headed to the house to take your fist shower since the apocalypse began. Of course there was the occasional bath in a river or lake but nothing could compete with a warm shower, with soap too. Maggie led you to the bathroom and smiled at you before you shut the door.

“New clothes will be right outside the door on the floor!” her voice was muffled through the closed door. You shouted back a quick ‘thank you!’ before you were about to step in the shower, but something stopped you. A mirror. You looked in the reflection and didn’t recognize the person staring back at you. Your once lively eyes were now sunken down. Your cheekbones were more visible and your hair was matted and tangled. You found a brush in one of the drawers and began combing it out as quickly as you could- the shower couldn’t come soon enough. Once you were done working on your hair, you stepped into the cold, ceramic bathtub and smiled as you turned the tap and felt warm water wash over you. It was an incredible feeling- the blood and gore washing off your skin, cleansing you of the horrors outside of the farm. You ran your hands along your once smooth skin- it was now bumpy and covered with scars. They were nothing but reminders of the battles you’ve won. The pleasant smell of raspberry-scented soap filled your lungs. It was sweet and reminded you of the world before everything fell apart; sweet and tender, but stung like hell if it got into your eyes.

You closed your eyes and simply enjoyed the moment. It felt purifying. All of the pain, sorrow and grief washing off you and disappearing in the drain. The only thing the warm water couldn’t wash off was the moss that grew on your heart, almost engulfing it whole. Love was a tricky thing, it always was, but in this world it was even worse. You were unable to bring yourself to open up to the group about who you were with before, even about your pitiful life before the ‘shit hit the fan’. You didn’t want to think about your disgusting past relationships, the men you were with being the reason as to why you flinched and ducked whenever someone raised their hand at you or touched you without announcing themselves first. You only allowed yourself to cry in moments like these- alone and comfortable, always afraid of people seeing you cry. Perhaps that’s why you and Jake bonded almost instantly- your hearts were covered in moss.

You quickly opened the bathroom door and dragged your new clothes in. It was a nice outfit; a black tank top and a pair of jeans that was cut with scissors to be knee-length, along with a well-fitted black leather jacket. A smile crept up on your face when you saw yourself in the foggy mirror- you at least resembled your old self now.

Maggie was already waiting for you on the porch, sitting on the steps and smiled at you when you emerged from the door.

“Ya ready to go?” her head swung toward you while she pushed herself up from the steps, standing up. You nodded in response but quickly stiffened, remembering something,

“Can he come along?” you motioned towards Jake, who was standing by your side. Maggie shifted, her eyes flickering between you and your fox companion. She was clearly unsure and she had every reason to be- it was a wild animal. But that wild animal was insistent on following you and making sure you were okay; you did the same for him.

“We’re gonna go on horses, though.” She looked at you sheepishly and awaited your response

“That’s perfect, actually! He could use a good run” you kneeled down next to Jake, who instantly began pacing around you, brushing his fiery fur against you. “Sure has a lot of pent up energy”

You couldn’t remember the last time you rode a horse- it was long before the apocalypse even began. The animal was big, if it decided to buck you off- it would. Thankfully, you were good with animals. The horse seemed calm as it walked beside Maggie’s. It was exceptionally quiet for a while. The only sounds echoing through the empty streets of the abandoned countryside town was the rhythmic hitting of hooves against the hard concrete. Jake trotted along, not needing to run as you weren’t going fast. He clearly enjoyed going out on runs, he was the most adventurous fox you’ve ever met. The only fox you’ve ever met, actually, but you were sure other foxes weren’t this energetic or upbeat. The only weapon you carried was a hunting knife that you borrowed from Rick, who refused to let you go without any way of protecting yourself. Your goal was a small grocery store that was boarded up, which meant it probably wasn’t looted yet. Maggie clearing her throat brought you back from your thoughts.

“So, what’s up with you and Daryl?” she chimed cheerfully. You almost fell off the horse, but quickly composed yourself . What in the hell did she mean? Instead of answering her question, you decided to retort,

“What’s up with you and Glenn, huh?” you sent her a wink and noticed her roll her eyes with a small smile. There definitely was something going on with the two- they came in a bundle. If Maggie was doing laundry, Glenn suddenly decided to help her out. If Glenn was taking watch, Maggie magically appeared near him within minutes.

“Oh, c’mon.” She dismissed your question. Fair, you did the same to her. “If any of us tried to set up camp near the one and only Dixon we’d probably get an arrow in the ass” she laughed and you smiled, but still didn’t understand. If what she was saying was true- why did he let you set your tent up next to his? “Not to mention, he watched you for how long? A week?”

You couldn’t help but let out a throaty chuckle. Daryl was one confusing man.

“Yeah, that one was creepy as shit” you said, giggling like a schoolgirl and looking down, suddenly unable to meet her gaze.

The store was mostly clear of walkers, say for a couple squished together in a bathroom. You and Maggie swiftly took care of them and began looting the store. It was quite intact, with the majority of supplies untouched. You swiped as many cans as you could off the shelves, letting them drop in your duffle bag. Once you packed as much food as you could, you decided to take a look around the remaining aisles. There wasn’t anything of interest- some long expired lotions, condoms and sunglasses. You were about to leave the store with Maggie when you saw something in the corner of your eye. A sketchbook. You smiled a toothy grin and looked at Jake who was busy sniffing every shelf he came across. Quickly shoving the sketchbook in your already-full bag, you bumped Maggie’s shoulder with your own to signal her that you’re ready to leave.

The ride home was pleasant and the scenery was quite beautiful. The sky was turning a pinkish-orange color, the setting sun began giving everything an incredible orange glow. Everything looked more alive, even the abandoned stores and houses. Jake’s fur, which usually looked fiery, now looked like it was ablaze- he looked like a living flame.

When you arrived at the farm, the sky still had that beautiful glow to it. The farm looked like something out of a fairytale. You hopped off your horse and gave it a pat, leading it to the stables with Maggie. Once the horses were in place, you turned to Maggie.

“What did you mean? Earlier, about Daryl?” you stuttered, unsure if you should be asking the question.

“What I mean, (Y/N),” she put a hand on your shoulder and smiled at you brightly. It wasn’t the same smile she gave you when she asked about Daryl on the way to the store- this one was warm, inviting, yet still playful. Quickly, it turned into a smirk, “Daryl isn’t exactly easy to seduce”

What? Seducing Daryl was the last thing on your mind- all you wanted was someone you could trust, someone who would understand you. That person just so happened to be him- maybe because he was the one to save you, maybe because you were both like wild animals, maybe because he liked Jake. You smirked at that last thought and shook your head.

“Maggie” you looked deep into her eyes, placing both of your hands on her shoulders, “Even if I wanted to, I’m about as seductive as a cabbage” Maggie let out an unflattering snort and playfully hit your arm with her fist. You were unsure what to make of the exchange- did you really seem like all you wanted was flirting with Daryl? Just because he let his walls down a little for you didn’t mean anything. He probably felt comfortable around you because he saw how you were in the forest and felt like he knew you already; you can tell a lot about a person solely by their actions, afterall.

“Do I really seem like I just want to get in his pants?” you sighed and looked down in genuine sadness. You just needed a friend. When Maggie noticed how serious you got, her eyes dropped and her voice suddenly became soft, just above a whisper.

“I was kidding, I’m sorry.” She smiled a sad, uncertain smile and went on, “He just acts different around you, that’s all.” Her words made you think. You didn’t know how exactly he acted around others. Of course, he respected Rick and could be an asshole to the group from time to time, but how different could he be around you? This man gave you a headache, no matter how much time you spent thinking about what he’s thinking, you could never guess.

You nodded at Maggie and made your way out of the barn- you needed some fresh air. Deciding it was best to stay away from others to think, you headed to the only place you could think of- the very campfire you were sitting by with Daryl last night. Once you took a seat on a log, you stared into space, your hand stroking Jake’s fur from time to time. Maggie’s words echoed in your head, like someone shouted inside a tunnel, the echo repeating itself constantly. Maybe you should give the man space, maybe you shouldn’t get too close. Last time you did that, people died. All you wanted to know was what was behind those steel-blue eyes. You also decided to apologize to him for last night; he probably didn’t care much but you still felt guilty for brushing him off like that. Suddenly, Jake shot up and turned around, standing still and not moving an inch. Your head whipped back to see what spooked him so bad and saw the very man that you were thinking about. He was covered in small cuts and bruises, probably from running through thorn-covered bushes. His gaze was soft, friendly. Exactly like the one you saw last night when you so casually conversed with him. You stood up, about to say hello, about to apologize. You had to hold yourself back from hugging him- you were glad he made it back in one piece. You opened your mouth to speak but closed it when he kneeled and began shuffling around in his backpack, clearly looking for something. He wasn’t sure whether he should say something or not, maybe he should apologize for prying yesterday. He was definitely not a people person. Deciding it’s best to just let his action speak for him, he pulled out a familiar item out his backpack. Was it-

“Found yer knife. Apology for yesterday” He looked at you with that undecipherable look he had. You were baffled- what was he apologizing for?

“What the hell? Thank you so much!” you took the knife from his hands, “I was about to apologize myself. Sorry for brushing you off like that.” You smiled at him and, deciding to be brave, hit his arm with your fist gently. “Did you cut yourself so bad with my knife?” you gestured towards the many cuts on his face and the ones on his hands and arms, “Thought you were good with blades” You smirked at him. He scoffed and hopped over the log you were previously sat on and took a seat.

“Ya can bet ‘m better than ya"

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WITH YOU [7] OPERATION MERLE, OPERATION LAUNDRY

Daryl Dixon x OC (Charlie Reed)

Summary: Together with Rick comes more problems. When the group leaves to find Merle Dixon, Charlie finds out she's not meant to be a housewife and gets herself into trouble.

Warnings: language, violence

Song: Power Little Mix

A/N: Hello! This bad boy took me a while...I'm glad that I can post it finally. Like I said, I'm watching season 10 and I'm already writing chapters to that season. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one and see you tomorrow

DAYLIGHT ON WATTPAD

Charlie was standing next to Glenn, her arm around his shoulders patting it from time to time. He was standing with crossed arms, holding his tears as two men were clearly destroying his car.

"Look at them," he said. "Vultures," Glenn whispered. "Yeah, go on, strip it clean."

"Generators need every drop of fuel they can get. Got no power without it," said Dale and shook his head. "Sorry, Glenn."

"Thought I'd get to drive it at least a few more days." Asian boy said.

Charlie bit her lips and nodded, trying not to burst out laughing. "Maybe we'll get to steal another one someday."

They turned their heads to the sound of a car. Shane was back from his trip to the lake. That was probably the furthest he left the camp, and today he wanted to leave it more than any day, because of the unexpected comeback.

"Water's here y'all!" Shane called. " Just a reminder to boil before use." —— The sun was high on the horizon, shining bright as no cloud could be seen on the sky. Amidst the hustle and bustle of survivors going about their tasks, Charlie knelt next to a little girl, offering her a bottle filled with water that Shane brought earlier that day.

"Here you go, Sophia."

"Thanks," she smiled up.

"So, Sophia, tell me more about your life before all this craziness," Charlie said. "Carl always brags about what he was doing before."

"There's nothing to talk about," she shrugged, looking away.

"What were you doing for summer breaks? Any favorite games? Cartoons?"

"I don't know."

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"It's just...I'm different than Carl," she said.

Charlie reaches out, squeezing Sophia's hand gently, her expression softens, understanding dawning in her eyes. "It's okay. Everyone is different."

"I guess," she nodded.

"Hey, guys! What are you up to?"

"Just talking and resting. Join us,"

Carl plopped down beside them, his energy infectious. "You're doing exercises?"

"Yes, she does. So should you," Charlie said and gave him his book.

"Why? The world ended, there's no school, right?"

"Just do it, Carl."

Her eyes moved to Sophia's movements with a mixture of admiration and sorrow. Despite the harsh realities of their world, Sophia persevered, her determination evident in every stretch and bend. She was so obedient and calm, doing whatever she was told. Meanwhile, Carl's energetic antics contrasted sharply with Sophia's focused demeanor. He joked and laughed, his carefree attitude a stark reminder of the innocence they had lost.

"Do you want to hear a joke?" Carl's question was addressed to the little girl. "What do you call a walker with no legs? A crawler!"

He chuckled at his own joke, but Charlie's expression darkened, her brow furrowing in annoyance. "Seriously, Carl? Jokes about walkers right now?"

"Carl," Sophia gasped. "Show some respect. Those were people once."

Carl's grin faltered, realizing his mistake. "I just wanted to make you smile. I know it's hard around here."

"It's not just about what you meant, Carl," Charlie said. "It's about how you think. We're living in a world where every day is a struggle for survival, and you're making jokes about the dead."

Carl's face fell, his guilt evident, so he didn't say anything but turned around and walked away.

The group was scattered across the clearing, each engrossed in their own tasks. Despite the ever-present threat of danger, there was an air of cautious optimism that permeated the camp, a stubborn refusal to surrender to despair in the face of overwhelming odds. And then, in an instant, everything changed. Everyone's attention was turned towards the woods and their hearts stopped at the sudden scream "Mom!"

"Carl!" Lori screamed and began running towards the source of the noise.

The little boy ran into her spread arms and she hugged him, before examining if he had any scratches.

The rest of the group walked past them to see the horrific picture. All of them were armed in case there was something dangerous. And there was. Dead deer with three arrows in it, but the most disgusting sight was a Walker. It was kneeling and eating the deer.

Charlie grimaced her face because besides that it looked like it was from a horror movie, and the smell was even worse. Her heart started beating faster as fear overcame her lowly. She wasn't safe here anymore. None of them were.

The creature got up as it felt fresher meat, still alive with hot blood in it. He turned to them and started to move towards them. But they were quicker, simply cutting it head.

"It's the first one we've had up here," said Dale. "They never come this far up the mountain."

"Well, they're running out of food in the city, that's why," replied Jim, and hairs raised on her neck.

They heard rustling in the bushes and everyone was expecting more of the Walkers coming from behind them. So all the men got ready, holding up their weapons.

Daryl.

He looked surprised, with squirrels around his body. Dixon didn't expect to see all his camp waiting for him like that, so he stopped. His brows furrowed as he saw the deer with half insides gone.

"Son of a bitch." he cursed. "That's my deer. Look at it. All gnawed on by this filthy, disease-bearing, motherless poxy bastard!" he was yelling and kicking the dead, rotten, headless body.

"Calm down, son," said Dale. "That's not helping."

"What do you know about it, old man?" he raised his head and walked to Dale. "Why don't you take that stupid hat and go to On Golden Pond?" he asked and then turned around pointing at the animal. "I've been tracking this deer for miles. Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison. What do you think? Do you think we can cut around this chewed-up part right here?" he asked, looking at the damage that Walker did.

"I would not risk that," replied Shane.

"That's a damn shame," he said. "I got some squirrel, about dozen or so. That'll have to do." Daryl looked at Shane who nodded his head at that.

Then the head started to move its jaw, eyes moving in search of somewhere to eat.

"Oh, God," said Amy, holding herself from vomiting.

"Come on, people." huffed Daryl. "What the hell? It's gotta be the brain. Don't y'all know nothing?" he asked while shooting the Walker dead.

"Well he's already angry," said Charlie, when Daryl was gone. "Good luck," she whispered looking at Rick.

Daryl Dixon was going to the camp, looking for his brother. He was already angry, so telling him about Merle would be a clear shot in the knee. Charlie felt sorry for whoever would have to tell him.

Stupid Walker that killed that deer...

"Merle? Merle! Get your ugly ass out here. Got us some squirrel. Let's stew 'em up."

Charlie was looking at him and guilt washed over her. She once had brothers too, and she was close with them once, too. She wasn't supposed to do it, it was not her job. But when she saw him looking around, waiting for his brother to show up and say something stupid, she felt sorry for him. Glenn's words echoed in her head.

"Daryl." Charlie walked up to him before anyone else could. She stood in front of him and lightly touched his shoulder. "Hey." She smiled and tried to look as honest as she could.

He was looking at her with furrowed brows. Not sure why she was touching him, talking to him, and smiling like this at him.

"We need to talk," she said.

"About what?"

"Merle," she said, still looking for the right words. "There was a, uh...tiny itty bitty problem in Atlanta."

"Is he dead?" he asked immediately.

"We're not sure," she answered.

"He either is or he ain't." Daryl raised his voice, clearly angry.

"No easy way to say this, so I'll just say it." Rick made his presence known.

"Who are you?" Daryl furrowed his brows.

"Rick Grimes."

"Rick Grimes." Daryl mimicked the way that a cop said his name. "You got somethin' you wanna tell me?"

"Your brother was a danger to us all. So I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal." Rick explained. "He's still there."

"Hold on, let me process this." Daryl turned back to Rick and made a few steps. "You're saying that you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?!"

"Yeah," Rick said.

Daryl launched his sting of squirrels and attempted to tackle Rick. Shane got involved by shoving Daryl from the side and knocking him down, where Dixon gripped his knife and got back up. Grimes caught Hunter's arm while the other cop grabbed him behind and dragged Daryl backward.

"You best let me go!"

"Nah, I think it's better if I don't," replied Shane.

"Chokehold's illegal!" Daryl groaned as his air access was limited.

"Hey, file a complaint," said Shane, strengthening his grip, who was still fidgeting. "Come on now, we can keep this up all day."

"I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic," said Rick, looking Daryl in the face. "Do you think we can manage that? Do you think we can manage that?"

Shane forcefully let Daryl go, as he panted heavily.

"What I did was not on a whim. Your brother does not work and play well with others," said Rick.

"It's not Rick's fault," interjected T-Dog, who saw the scene as he came back with the wood. "I had the key. I dropped it."

"You couldn't pick it up?" asked annoyed Daryl, still panting for air.

"Well, I dropped it in a drain."

"If it supposed to make me feel better, it don't," he said as he finally got up.

"Maybe this will," said T-Dog. "Look, I chained the door to the roof so the geeks couldn't get him...With a padlock."

"It's gotta count for something," added Rick.

"Hell with all y'all!" Daryl yelled and wiped his face to not show tears. "Just tell me where he is so that I can go get him."

"He'll show you," said Charlie, looking at Rick. She couldn't care less about Merle, but seeing Daryl who was usually cold and never showed any emotions, was something that just moved her head."Isn't that right?"

They were sitting around the fire, cooking the squirrels that Daryl prepared. He was angry and his moves were nervous, but apparently there was a person in the camp that couldn't cope with his emotions even more.

"Could you just throw me a bone here, man?" They all heard Shane's voice as he followed Rick. "Could you just tell me why? Why would you risk your life for a douchebag like Merle Dixon?"

"Hey, choose your words more carefully," said Daryl.

"No, I did. Douchebag's what I meant." Shane answered Daryl's comment. "Merle Dixon...The guy wouldn't give you a glass of water if you were dying out of thirst."

"What he would or wouldn't do doesn't interest me." Rick shook his head. "I can't let a man die of thirst...Me. Thirst and exposure. We left him like an animal caught in a trap. That's no way for anything to die, let alone a human being." he explained.

"So you and Daryl, that's your big plan?" asked Lori in a skeptical tone.

Charlie could see how mad she was and how annoyed Rick made her. Minutes ago she was so happy that her husband was back and then, suddenly when he didn't want to do what she told him, she just stamped her feet.

Rick, on the other hand, turned to look at Glenn. He knew what he wanted without even telling. Asian boy closed his eyes.

"Oh, come on."

"You know the way," said Rick. "You've been there before...In and out, no problem. You said so yourself." Rick tried to convince Glenn. "It's not fair of me to ask, I know that...but I feel a lot better with you along. I know she would too."

And Glenn sighed, looking at Charlie by the corner of his eyes. She sighed heavily.

"That's just great," said Shane. "Now you're gonna risk three men, huh?"

"Four," said T-Dog.

"My day just gets better and better, don't it?" asked Daryl, who was focused on cleaning his bows.

"You see anybody else here stepping up to save your brother's crazy cracker ass?" asked T-Dog, annoyed by Daryl's comment.

Archer didn't even look at the man. "Why you?"

"You wouldn't even begin to understand. You don't speak my language."

"That's four," said Dale.

"It's not just four." Shane snapped back. "You're putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that, Rick." he turned to his friend. "Come on, you saw that Walker. It was here. It was in camp. They're moving out of the cities. They come back, we need every able body we've got. We need them here. We need them to protect the camp."

"It seems to me what you really need most here are more guns," argued Rick.

"Right, the guns." gasped Glenn and everyone's attention turned to him.

"Wait, what guns?" Shane asked.

"Six shotguns, two high-powered rifles, over a dozen handguns. I cleaned out the cage back at the station before I left," answered Rick. "I dropped the bag in Atlanta when I got swarmed. It's just sitting there on the street, waiting to be picked up."

Shane's eyes light up at the information. His posture changed. From being defensive and angry, he relaxed.

"Ammo?"

"Seven hundred rounds, assorted."

"You went to hell to find us. You just got here and you're gonna turn around and leave?" said Lori, who saw that she was losing Shane too.

"Dad, I don't want you to go," said Carl.

"To hell with the guns. Shane's right. Merle Dixon? He's not worth one of our lives, even with guns thrown in." Lori said again, getting up as she saw that Rick still hadn't changed his mind. "Tell me. Make me understand." she huffed.

"I owe that debt to a man I met and his little boy," he said. "Lori, if they hadn't taken me in, I'd have died. It's because of them that I made it back to you at all. They said they'd follow me to Atlanta. They'll walk into the same trap I did if I don't warn him."

"What's stopping you?" she asked.

"The walkie-talkie, the one in the bag I dropped. He's got the other one. Our plan was to connect when they got closer." Rick said, a little ashamed that he lost something so precious.

"These are our walkies?" Shane asked.

"Yeah."

"So use the CB. What's wrong with that?" Andrea made her idea known.

"The CB's fine," Shane said. "It's the walkies that suck. They're crap. Date back to the '70s, don't match any other bandwidth, not even scanners in our cars."

"I need that bag." he almost whispered to Lori, then he kneeled before his son. "Okay?"

Carl nodded.

"All right."

Daryl was already ready, waiting for a sign so he could get in the car and go find his brother. He was still angry, but the hope that they would find him made him a little bit calmer.

So Charlie walked up to him and leaned on the hood of the car. He gave her not the nicest looks, but softened a little when he realized it was her.

"Be careful, okay?" she asked.

"Why?"

"Because your brother is just not worth it," she answered. "You think he would do it for you?" she asked but didn't get the answer. "You have to come back here in one piece alive."

He looked at her suspiciously. "So I can bring back Rick Grimes and you lover boy?"

"No," she answered. "I mean yes. I mean no." she furrowed her eyebrows herself. "What I mean is...just come back. All three of you, okay?"

He shrugged.

Something warm spread through his body, making him feel bad that he snapped at her. At the end of the day, she was the one who came up with the idea of sending Rick with him to find Merle.

He watched her back as she was walking away from him.

Charlie huffed as she felt her trousers getting wet and her arm going numb from washing someone's shirt. She absolutely hated the situation and honestly would like to be in Atlanta, saving Merle Dixon, but no...she was here, playing housewife.

"Can someone explain to me how the women wound up doing all the Hattie McDaniel work?" she asked throwing the garment into the water.

"The world ended," said Amy. "Didn't you get the memo?" she smiled at her friend.

"It's just the way it is." Carol shrugged, focusing on her task. "But I do miss my Maytag." she smiled at Charlie.

"I miss my Benz, my sat nav," said Andrea.

"I miss my coffeemaker with that dual-drip filter and built-in grinder, honey." Jacquie closed her eyes as if she tried to feel the coffee on her tongue.

"My computer...And texting." sighed Amy.

"I miss my bathtub," said Charlie. "And I miss my Louboutins."

She sighed.

"I miss my vibrator," Andrea confessed.

"Oh!" Jacquie gave her a surprised look.

"Oh, my God." Amy gasped.

They all burst out laughing after quiet and shy Carol looked behind her and said: Me, too. It was the first time they talked like that together.

But the fun didn't last long as Ed approached them and killed the light atmosphere with his presence. "What's so funny?"

Oh, how Charlie hated this man. He was disgusting and thought he deserved everything, just because he's a man. She would kill him in his sleep if she was in Carol's place.

"Just swapping war stories, Ed," said Andrea. "Problem, Ed?"

"Nothing that concerns you," Ed answered rudely. "And you ought to focus on your work. This ain't no comedy club."

Charlie rolled her eyes, not feeling like a housewife even more.

"Ed, tell you what..." she got up and looked at him. "If you don't like how your laundry is done, you're welcome to pitch in and do it yourself. Here." She threw a wet shirt at him.

"Ain't my job, missy," he said and threw the shirt at her.

Amy was quick to put an arm on her friend's shoulder. "Charlie, don't."

"What is your job, Ed?" Charlie asked anyway. She wasn't afraid of him."Sitting on your ass smoking cigarettes?"

"Well, it sure as hell ain't listening to some uppity smart-mouthed bitch." said Ed straight into her face and turned to Carol. "Tell you what...come on, let's go."

"I don't think she needs to go anywhere with you, Ed." Andrea stepped in.

"And I say it's none of your business," he said and once again turned to Carol. "Come on now. You heard me."

"Carol." Andrea looked at their friend.

"Andrea, please. It doesn't matter." Carol whispered.

"Hey, don't think I won't knock you on your ass just cause you're some college-educated cooze, all right" Ed threatened Andrea and she gasped at his insult. "Now you come on now or you gonna regret it later."

"So she can show up with fresh bruises later, Ed? Yeah, we've seen them." Jacquie said, entering the discussion.

"Stay out of this. Now come on!" Ed snapped. "You know what? This ain't none of y'all's business. You don't want to keep prodding the bull here, okay? Now, I'm done talking. Come on."

Carol started following her husband, but Charlie stepped in front of her. "No, no. Carol, you don't have..."

"You don't tell me what! I tell you what!" Ed screamed and pushed Charlie to the side.

Carol was taken. aback at how strong the slap was, but she couldn't focus on that as she saw Charlie was hit too.

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fandomficsnstuff · 4 years ago

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Guardian Angel - Part 3

Daryl Dixon x Reader

(Warnings: some gore and time skips and character deaths, but other than that, I don’t think so)

-Alright ya'll, I'm thinking smut in the next one, not sure how much, but it's gonna be there!-

You let out a grunt as you climbed over a big log, you had somehow ended up in a clearing, one you didn't exactly recognize, and it was getting dark, fast. You looked around the clearing from your new vantage point, trying to take in anything that might seem familiar, and you were about to give up when you saw the faintest line of smoke in the distance, without really thinking you jumped down off the log, letting out a small whine as you landed wrong on your foot, but you didn’t have time to think about that, you bolted in the direction of the smoke and finally, finally, you arrived at camp, panting heavily as you saw the familiar head of Glenn, and he was the first to see you, his smile fading as he got up and rushed over to you, hugging you tightly, babbling on about how worried he had been when you hadn’t returned from the hunt with Daryl, you could barely understand him, but you were just glad to be back, hugging him as tightly as you could before letting him lead you to the fire.

You winced as you sat down, you felt like your ankle was burning, but no one noticed in the darkness that had overtaken your little camp. You glanced at a new guy who sat with Lori and Carl, and he met your gaze, giving you a soft smile “hey there, I’m Rick Grimes” you smiled and gave a little awkward wave “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” you greeted, your eyes flickering between Lori and Rick, they sat so close together, cuddling up to each other like a couple, but you thought… Lori and Shane? Maybe you thought wrong. You shrugged off the thought as Dale patted you on the shoulder, letting you know it was good that you were back. You couldn’t help but look around, usually Merle would’ve commented on where you’d been and what you’d been doing, but there was nothing, and you couldn’t really find Daryl either, leading you to look at Andrea who had a sullom look on her face.

“Andrea, not that he’s missed but where’s Merle?” you frowned as you saw the sad look she gave you, making you let out a silent ‘oh’ as you leaned back in your seat on a log, staring at the ground.

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You couldn’t help but scream as a walker grabbed your arm, your knife immediately finding it’s way into it’s skull through it’s eye, but you couldn’t get it out, leaving you with no weapon as you quickly moved away from the now dead walker, running as fast as you could with your injured ankle over to Sophia and picking her up and out of the way as a walker tumbled after you, Sophia screaming and crying in your arms as you continued moving away from the approaching walker, your ankle burning as you limped as fast as you could. You let out a scream again as a shot rang out and you saw Rick with his revolver raised, smoking, and the walker dropping dead as you moved to Rick, putting down Sophia but still holding her hand as you spotted Carol, quickly moving over to her so Sophia would be more safe.

You hugged Carol briefly as she cried, thanking you endlessly for saving Sophia, but you didn’t really pay attention, seeing Daryl kill a walker, another approaching fast behind him. You quickly picked up a shovel, limping over and wacking it over the head, inches away from Daryl who quickly turned around, wide eyes staring at you in shock as you kept bashing the walker’s head in, slamming the shovel down on it several times until it’s face and head was more puddle than solid, after which you looked up at him, you were still angry about him leaving you, so once you made eye contact you just turned around and went back to Carol, shovel still in your hands with walker blood and brains on it.

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You let out a short cry as you watched Andrea sit on the ground with Amy, this couldn’t be happening, this wasn’t happening. You limped closer, seeing Andrea clutch Amy in her arms as she cried and screamed. You felt your eyes burn as you watched her, it was almost daylight now, you could see the sun peeking over the horizon, bathing you all in a golden light, it was almost ironic, this golden, almost heavenly light, bathing bloodsoaked people in it as they were surrounded by death, makeshift weapons and guns in hand, like the world was playing a joke on you all. On any other day you would have felt at peace, being bathed in the colorful light, the chirping of birds and frogs quaking down in the quarry, maybe some of the fires would still be burning, kindling, but not today, not now, not here.

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You helped load as many supplies into the cars as possible, wincing once again as you put too much pressure on your foot. You were so lost in thought, trying to make everything fit, that when you felt a tap on your shoulder you flinched, barely still standing as you spun around, a part of the night still lingering in you, how close the walker had been to biting your arm before you stabbed it, the pain you felt in your ankle as you carried Sophia, how you killed that walker with a shovel, everything in your head was running a thousand miles, spinning out of control, adrenalin still pumping through your veins, making you ready to fight again as you turned around, but all you were met with was his eyes, though downcast and shy. You snapped yourself out of it, sighing as you looked away from him “what is it?” you didn’t see how he cringed ever so slightly at your hostile tone, but he guessed he deserved that. When you didn’t get a response right away you looked back at him “what?” he nodded towards your ankle “ya alright?” you scoffed at his question, turning around to continue pushing the supplies into the car “I’m busy right now, you wanna leave someone in the woods, go find somebody else” you snapped, about to turn away from him when he gripped your arm, it didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t gentle either “sit” he nodded to a rock, making you frown but you still did as he told you.

You watched as he kneeled down and took off your shoe and your sock, he was surprisingly gentle, his fingers moved in such a soft manner that you had never even thought was possible for him, how he carefully slid off your shoe, how his fingers barely touched you as he pulled off your sock to look at your ankle. You winched again as the sock was finally off, seeing your ankle red and swollen surprised you, you hadn’t even looked at it yourself. Daryl sighed as he gently turned your foot, making sure not to hurt you too much as he did, checking all around your ankle to see how bad it was.

“ ‘tis alright, ‘s just swollen and bruised, take it easy and it’ll be alright in a day or two” he carefully helped you put your sock and shoe back on, and you couldn’t help but blush, he was so gentle, so careful, it was unbelievable. Afterwards he helped you get up, pretty much picking up all your work by packing the cars from then on, which made you smile even just a bit. You got ready to get in the car with T-Dog when he stopped you, gently pulling you aside from the others, his eyes downcast again and shy as he stared at the ground “so uh… if you wanna you could ride with me on my bike…” your eyes widened just the slightest, watching him pick his gaze back up to look at you, clearly regretting it as soon as he saw your face “or whatever” he were about to leave you when you grabbed his arm gently “sure, my ankle could use not being packed into a van” he nodded and gave you the faintest smile before going back to his bike, Lori approaching you from behind as she carried a box “Daryl and (Y/N) sitting in a tree…” she began making you turn around and slap her arm “it’s not like that!” the two of you laughed as you continued to pack the cars, Lori nudging your shoulder a few times, every time Daryl glanced at you, and every time you looked back up at him and gave him a small smile, he still had to make up for leaving you in the forest, knowing full well you couldn’t find your way back, but he was well on his way, you thought.

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You kept your eyes downcast as you swung your leg over his bike, settling in behind him as your arms wrapped around his midsection, you didn’t want to leave Jim behind, but it was his choice, a choice you could respect, even if you didn’t understand it. You pressed your cheek to Daryl’s back, his leather jacket digging into your skin, but in a comforting way, and just as he were about to start his bike, you heard the faintest voice say ‘I ain’t gonna let that happen to you, I promise’ coming from the man in front of you, which just made your arms around him tighten, which he didn’t mind, a hand coming up to gently stroke your arm around him before he started up his bike again, the engine roaring to life was enough to clear your head, if only for a moment, and you decided to instead try to focus on the things around you, not behind you. You didn’t want to think about Jim, you didn’t want to think about how sick he looked, how pale and fragile he was, you wanted to focus on the words Daryl whispered, on how it felt to wrap your arms around him, of the wind howling in your ears as you clung to Daryl, how his leather jacket felt against your cheek, that’s what you wanted to focus on.

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You held your knife like Daryl had shown you as more walkers came pouring from - well - everywhere. They seemed to pop out of nowhere, and it was getting dark, Rick was shouting at a broken camera like someone could see you, Shane wanted to go and you stayed with Daryl, his crossbow raised as his target shifted from one walker to another, keeping eyes on as many as possible. You had already taken one walker down, your group, your friends, retreating as much back as possible, you were getting cornered, and for a brief moment, just a moment, you lowered your knife and hugged Daryl from behind, which clearly surprised him, and you quickly let go, raising your knife again, but you kept your eyes on him, a few tears in your eyes as you smiled “I didn’t want to die without doing that first” you whispered, his eyes widening and his eyes went back and forth between the walkers and you, your eyes still on him, and after what felt like eternity, but was probably more like 15 seconds, he swung his crossbow around his shoulder and got out his knife instead, his hand intertwined with yours, fingers locking, still ready to fight but not leaving your side either.

You let a tear fall down your cheek as you clutched his hand tighter, when suddenly the closed off entryway into the CDC opened, your eyes widening as everyone hesitated, but eventually Daryl all but dragged you inside, moving as fast as he could, not letting go of your hand for one second, your ankle still burned, but adrenalin made it hard for you to notice.

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You let out a giggle as Daryl challenged Glenn, and you had to admit, you were curious yourself as to how much he could drink. You laughed even harder at something Glenn said while drunk, unintentionally leaning into Daryl as you leaned back, doing a full on Chris Evans laugh. Daryl’s eyes stayed on you as he smiled, watching you like you were the most beautiful person in the world, and to him, you were. Your smile, your eyes, god, your beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes, and your hair, you were beautiful, perfect, which was why he felt bad feeling like this, you didn��t deserve him, you deserve someone who treated you like the beautiful woman you were, you deserve someone who can take care of you, love you the way you’re meant to be loved, someone who wouldn’t leave you in the woods because they got flustered and scared of showing how much they care. Your smile faded as Daryl leaned away from you, your hands had previously been interlocked but he slid his hand out of yours, avoiding your gaze as you looked at him confused, but eventually you leaned away from him as well, taking a sip of your wine as you stared at the table, your good mood suddenly dampened, which felt like a punch to Daryl’s stomach, maybe he should’ve just stayed by your side, it made you so happy, but it was too late now, Shane ruining the potential for a good mood returning and soon you all left the table, being shown to your rooms.

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thewalkingdead-fan101 · 4 years ago

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In this hell Daryl Dixon X Reader part 10/??

Hey everyone, It has been a little while since the last update and I am so sorry for the delay, but part 10 has now been posted after a month and a half of writing, deleting and re-writing!

I hope you guys like this part! Also this part does have smut! 18+ only please! I apologise if the smut isn't written well as this is my first attempt at writing it! I have put the smut sectioning bold.

Warnings- SMUT 18+, Blood, Gore, General walking dead depictions, slow burn, swearing.

Time had felt like it had stopped completely. Every noise, every heart wrenching sob sounded ten times louder. The pungent metallic odour of the blood invaded my nose, stomach churning at the sharpness of it. No one spoke, no one moved after the last gunshot rang.

Carols sobs grew louder, more desperate as time passed. “Don't look. Don't look.” Daryl spoke, pushing them both up, and turning her around, to save her from seeing the bloodshed. She fought Daryl’s hold, pushing him away from her, and ran off.

Beth’s sobs were the only audible sound, other than the cicadas beyond the trees. Beth pushed Jimmy away, moving towards the mass pile of walkers.

“Wait.” Rick tried to stop her, only to have his hands slapped away. She bent down near a small pile of walkers, moving the arm of the top walker off of the one on the bottom. She turned over the bottom walker, kneeling by its head. Her sobs turned into screams as the walker grabbed Beth. Its decaying hands had gripped her shirt and hair, trying to pull her down.

Shane had wrapped his arms around Beth’s mid-section while Glenn grabbed the arms of the walker. “Come on! Pull her away, pull her away!” Jimmy yelled. Rick, Jimmy and Shane successfully pulled Beth away from the walker, Hershel throwing his arms around his daughter and moving her away from it. T-dog started kicking its skull in, Andrea cutting in for the headshot, the sharp side of the scythe now protruding from the front of its skull. Andrea retracted the scythe from the walker and let it drop.

Hershel tried to shield Beth from seeing their turned Friends, Neighbours and Family. He had turned around, moving away from the scene, taking Beth with him, Patricia going to the side to help comfort the young girl, Maggie walking in line with them.

I watched as Shane shook his head, making a beeline to Hershel and his family as soon as they’d walked near the fence. Glenn was walking behind Maggie, I had made my way behind Shane, Rick also tailing him. “We've been out. We've been combing these woods looking for her and she was in there all along? You knew?”

“Leave us alone.” Maggie snapped.

“Hey, Shane, just stop, man.” Glenn tried to stop my brother’s interrogation.

Rick had put his hand on Shanes shoulder, trying to pull him back.

“Get your hands off me.” He pushed Rick off of him, pointing at Hershel. “You knew, and you kept it from us.”

“I didn't know.” Hershel finally stuttered. “Shane! They didn’t know!” I ran in front of him, planting my hands on his chest trying to push him back. Shane gripped my hands with his own and threw them aside, pushing me out of the way.

“That's bullshit. I think y'all knew.” “We didn't know!” Maggie defended her family. “Why was she there?!” He asked. “Your - Otis put those people in the barn. Maybe he found her and put her in there before he was killed.” Hershel explained, stopping at the steps.

“You expect me to believe that? What, what do I - Do I look like an idiot to you?” Shane asked.

“Shane, hey hey hey.” Rick put his hand against his chest and stood between Shane and Hershel. “I don't care what you believe!” Hershel stated, pointing towards Shane. “Everybody just calm down.” Rick had tried to calmly push Shane back, Separating him from Hershel.

Hershel stood forward and glared at Shane. “Get him off my land!”

“Please. No.” Rick tried to reason.

Shane taken a step forward, to get closer to Hershel.

“Let me tell you something man.” He reached out to grab him.

Rick had tried to separate the two.

“Hey!” Maggie called out as her hand collided with Shanes face, causing him to take a step back, Glenn intervening as soon as she got involved.

“Don't touch him! Haven't you done enough?” She sneered, turning and making her way to the door, Hershel following.

As Hershel stood by the door, he turned to us all. “I mean it… off my land.” He spoke, nodding as he went inside after his girls. Glenn shook his head and entered the house after the Greene’s.

We all stood in silence, Rick staring at Shane, who’d apparently taken to looking elsewhere.

“What are you doing? Hey, what are you doing?” Rick asked as he walked closer to Shane, who was now staring at me. “Daryl almost died looking for her, Rick. Any one of us could have. I'm gonna tell you right now.. that son of a bitch, he knew.” He looked towards the house and pointed. “He didn't know. He's not like that. He opened his home to us.” Rick gestured. Shane shook his head and started to pace. “Put us all in danger. Man, he kept a barn full of walkers!” he argued, getting more and more worked up. “So you just start an insurrection, hand out guns and massacre his family?” Rick responded. “His family's dead, Rick.” Shane nodded. “Well, he doesn't believe that. He thinks you just murdered them in cold blood.” “His family’s dead, ours ain’t. He put Lori, your boy, my sister and this whole damn camp in danger. So, no man, I don't care what he thinks.” Shane shook his head.

Both men took a step forward and started to get louder as the spoke.

“I was handling it, brother. I was handling it and you just-“ “You had us out in those woods looking for a little girl that every single one of us knew was dead!” Shane yelled over the top of Rick. “That's what you did. Rick, you're just as delusional as that guy.” He snorted. “You are handling it, huh?” He stormed towards me, grabbing my arm. “Let’s go.” He spat, dragging me towards the group.

Shane had pulled me back down to the barn, to the rest of our group. Throwing my arm down after passing through the gate. Andrea had covered Sophia up, kneeling next to the blanket that she had put there. T-dog was pacing through and watching over the dead. Lori had been sitting next to Carl, not having moved since the massacre occurred. She motioned for me to sit with them, so I did. I took my place on the floor next to Carl. “Hey buddy.” I softly called, pushing the hair from his face. “I thought I'd find her.” He whispered to us both. Lori and I both shared a look before she spoke up. “We all did.” She nodded her head at her son.

“I mean me.. that I'd be the one. Like maybe she was hiding somewhere in a cave or a tree.” He paused, looking between Lori and I. “She'd be safe and I'd find her and bring her back. He did the right thing, shooting her like that. I would've done it too.” He finished Lori sat in silence, just staring at her son. I opened my mouth, my brain blocking any response I could’ve mustered. “Dale?” Lori softly called out, gaining the elder man’s attention.

“Yeah?”

“Could you take Carl up to the house?” She asked, pausing, looking at her son, softly grabbing his head turning him to look at her. “I want you to rest.” She finished.

“Okay.” Carl nodded, getting himself off of the ground.

I watched as Dale and Carl walked toward the house, Rick walking toward the pair with Carls hat, sitting it on his sons head as they passed one another. Lori stood first, reaching down to help me up, which I gladly took. Rick was looking around, as we all stood silently. T-dog was the first to speak. “You want us to start burying?”

“We need a service. Carol would want that.” Andrea looked between us all.

“Yeah, we all want that.” T-dog agreed. The group stayed silent for a moment.

“Let’s, let's dig a grave for Sophia, Annette and Shawn.” Lori starter to speak, looking between myself, her husband, Shane, Andrea, T-dog and Jimmy. “Over by those trees. And we'll need a truck to move the bodies.” She nodded, motioning towards the trees. “I’ll get the keys.” Jimmy sighed, stepping forward, only to be stopped by Shane.

“No no. I got the truck.” Shane stalked away.

“And the others? That's a lot of digging.” Jimmy motioned to the bodies piled around us.

“We bury the ones we love and burn the rest.” Andrea explained. “It’s what we have do.” I nodded as he looked at me.

“Lets get to work.” Lori sighed stepping forward, softly grabbing her husbands arm and leading him away to talk.

I followed Andrea into the barn, placing my left hand over my mouth as the smell got stronger. “Oh god.” Andrea coughed, signalling that it wasn’t only affecting me. “They were feeding them.” I shook my head, looking around, bloody chicken feathers thrown about. “This is messed up.” Andrea sighed, as she turned a corner. “It is.. This whole situation is.” I sighed. “He did the right thing.” Her voice cut me out of my thoughts. “Who?” “Shane.” She spoke, looking over to me.

I scoffed.

“You’re kidding right?” “No. He did the right thing. There was a threat. He took care of it.” She shrugged. “It wasn’t his decision to make.” I shook my head. “He saved us.” “He is the one that put us in danger, what he did was stupid. Not only was it stupid, it was incredibly out of line.” I paused, glaring at her. “He put that family through hell today. He put Carol through hell!” I continued. “He didn’t know that she was in there!” She argued. “I know that! But my brother doesn’t think.” I paused again. “Shane doesn’t think about anything, he doesn’t think about the consequences of his actions, even if they affect us all.” “He is your brother.” “And? Just because he is my brother, I am expected to see things the way he does?” “No-“ “I know Shane a hell of a lot better than you do Andrea. He only wants what is good for him.” “You need to realise that before he hurts you.” I spoke softly, patting her shoulder and walking away in search of anything that could be useful. Andrea had looked down, my words sinking into her brain. I heard something in the smaller stall next to haystack.

Going against my better judgement, I took a step closer to the dusty stall, the wooden panels bloody. To the left of me there was an old barrel with a dusty pritchel, I reached over and took it into my hand. I looked over the railing, to see a walker laying on its back, its arms reaching out and lazily falling again.

The walker had been ripped apart by the other walkers, the only leftovers being its deteriorated ribcage, chest, arms and its head. Being this close to it had awoken its instincts as it slowly started to move its arms more, and the snarling began. I moved over to where the walker had been propped up and leant over the divider, forcing the pritchel into its skull, its arms dropping instantly. “Are you good?” Andrea called out.

“Yeah. There was a walker.” I looked over to her, her brow furrowed. She made her way over, the dirt and straw crunching beneath her shoes. Andrea stopped next to me and looked over the wall and her nose scrunched up. “They’re eating each other now?” “Must be.” I paused, looking up to meet her eye. “Its the survival of the fittest.” I continued. We both looked down at the walker, I reached down and pulled the pritchel out of its skull, dark blood squirting from the cavity it was embedded into. “Lets go back out, take him with us.” She nodded down to him, moving to do another search. “I’ve got him.” I made my way to the small gate and attempted to open it, the gate not moving, I looked over to a pile of crates that had fallen from the rafters above blocking the gate. I walked back over to where I had leant over, standing on the wooden railing and swung my leg over, jumping into the stall. I moved my hands and placed them under the walkers arms, bending down and heaving it up. Despite being only partially a body, head and arms, he was heavier than expected. I pushed the walker over the top of the divider and was met by Andrea with her arms crossed over her chest as it landed in front of her. “What?” “You could’ve dragged it out of there.” She nodded to the gate, her hands falling to her sides with two blankets, “If only it wasn’t blocked.” I sarcastically muttered, climbing back out of the stall. I reached down and grabbed the walkers wrist and dragged it behind me as I exited the barn. “What happened in there?” Shane asked as he slammed the truck door shut. “Found this chewed up walker inside. He was harmless.” I joked with a slight chuckle, dropping its arm as soon as it was on the edge of the body pile. He stormed over and roughly grabbed my arm, making everyone stop and look at us. “This ain’t a damn joke.” He sneered. “You must be plain stupid to be laughing about that, what if it bit you?” “Shane-“ Andrea tried to speak. “Shut up. I’m talking to (Y/n).” “Im fine. It. Was. Barely. Alive.” I spat each word at him. “Shane, she killed it.” Andrea placed her hand on his shoulder to have him shrug it off. “Go get the shovels.” He growled at me as he threw my arm down. “Sure thing.” I stood chest to chest with him, matching his glare. Shane looked away first, moving to the back of the truck. I looked at Andrea whose face had a look of hurt, as she watched Shane, slam the tray door of the truck down and start to move our loved ones into it.

I turned and made my way to the house, my eyes making contact with Lori’s and Rick’s, both of them looking worriedly at me. I slowed down and stopped by them. “What?” I asked softly. “Are you okay?” Rick asked, taking a step forward, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Yeah, I’m cool.” I smiled softly. “What was that down there?” Lori asked, looking past me at Shane. “Wish I knew.” I shrugged, moving to go get the shovels. “I’ll come with you!” Lori called.I met everyone at the agreed burial grounds with the shovels, Shane and Andrea coming over with the truck and the loved ones we were to bury.

I met everyone at the agreed burial grounds with the shovels, Shane and Andrea coming over with the truck and the loved ones we were to bury.

I met everyone at the agreed burial grounds with the shovels, Shane and Andrea coming over with the truck and the loved ones we were to bury. Shane snatched two shovels and gave one to Andrea, the two of them started to dig the one hole. I handed one to Jimmy and started to dig my own hole. “Hey, hey, hey. Give me that there shovel.” I looked up to be met with T-dog’s brown eyes. “Oh no, T. It’s fine.” “No, I’ll do it.” He smiled. “Honestly, T, I can do this.” “Oh I have no doubt in my mind that you can do this.” He paused. “Im not doing this for you. Im doing this for me. You see, I gotta stay in shape.” He flexed joking.

I shook my head and chuckled. “Oh, well. If that’s the case, I’d better let you do this.” I rolled my eyes handing him the shovel. “You won’t regret this.” He smiled, starting to dig. I looked over and saw Lori watching the farm house. I quietly walked over and stood next to her. “Are you okay?” “Yeah.” Lori sighed. “Do you think- Could you?” “Go and let them know that we’re burying their loved ones for them?” “Please?” She nodded. “I would, but I know that Maggie likes you.” She softly joked. “I mean, I am a pretty cool person.” I shrugged with a small laugh. “Ill go and see if they’ll come out.” I smiled, making the trek to the house.

As I got closer to the house, the more anxious I began to feel. I stopped at the bottom of the staircase and looked down at my hands, that had began to softly shake.

Closing my eyes I took a deep breath and tried to level out my breathing. I opened my eyes and walked to the door, softly knocking. I waited a few moments and placed my hand onto the door knob, gently pulling the door towards me, and looked up to see Patricia making her way to the door. “Hey.” I softly smiled. “Could I come in?” I asked. She nodded her head and led me to the living room, Maggie sitting with Glenn, Beth next to her father and Patricia standing behind Hershel and Beth. Hershel looked up from Beth and watched me intently. “You welcomed us to your property, and treated us with nothing but kindness, and for that I thank you. I am so sorry about Shane, what he did today was beyond out of line and I am disgusted.” I paused, looking around the room, my cheeks becoming wet from tears, that I unwillingly shed. “I just wanted to talk to you about a burial. We found a nice little area, where we are digging graves for our loved ones, Annette, Shawn and little Sophia.” “We will be there.” Hershel spoke quickly, standing and vacating the room. Maggie nodded, as did Patricia, Beth sat staring ahead. “Im sorry.” I sighed, turning and walking towards the door to leave.

Once I made it on the porch I sat on the step and wiped my face, the light breeze tickling my cheeks.

I heard the door open and footsteps approaching me, stopping as they reached the steps, taking a seat next to me. “Thank you.” “You have nothing to thank me for.” I chuckled softly, turning to look at Maggie. “For coming, telling us about the burials, and apologising even though it wasn’t your fault.” “I know, I jus-“ “If you apologise for him again, im going to hit you.” She laughed softly, pulling me into a small side hug.

After an hour or so of digging, Lori looked over to the house and signalled that it was now time. We all respectively made our way to our funeral and watched as Andrea, Shane and T-dog put the bodies into the graves, and began to fill them with dirt.

Jimmy took his place by Beth, his arm wrapped gently around her as Maggie stood on the other side of her, next to her father. Hershel had made it clear to Maggie that she was to stand with her own people, not with the group who’d done nothing but ruin their lives. Carol had refused to leave the RV, ignoring everyone, other than a conversation with Lori and Daryl, that hadn’t been all that pleasant. I stood with Daryl, my arm wrapped around his as we stood by the graves in silence, Glenn, Andrea, T-dog and Dale stood in a small group, Rick slightly ahead of his little family, Shane in the back.

Shane had been the first person to retreat, the others slowly falling back as they left the graves. Daryl had looked down at me, and I moved my head to meet his eye, sadly smiling at him, making him nod his head gently, dropping my arm as he walked off. I sighed softly, making my way over to where the others were starting to pile the corpses into the truck. I bent down and grabbed one of the walkers under its arms, starting to drag it to the truck. The dead weight quickly becoming easier to lift. “Come on.” T-dog grunted softly, carrying it by its ankles. “I got it.” I smiled. “Nah, we got it.” He chuckled in response as we loaded it into the back. Andrea and Rick had also started to move the walkers. We all loaded up the truck, and wiped the sweat from our brows in the small breaks between. Andrea and T-dog picked up another corpse and carried it to the truck, heaving it into the back. “A few more trips.” Rick nodded to the left over bodies laying around.

“We got lucky. If that barn had any more, we could've been overrun.” Andrea noted.

“Good thing Shane did what he did when he did.” T-dog grunted.

“You can't tell me this was right.” Dale shook his head dumbfounded at T.

“It wasn't. It'll cost us with Hershel.” Rick was quick to answer.

“He's grieving. He'll come around, see we had no choice. Look, I shot too. This wasn't all Shane.” Andrea tried to argue once more for Shane.

“Look, I got no qualms about it. Walkers in my backyard? Hm-mmm.” T-dog shook his head.

“I’m not saying that we shouldn't have taken care of the problem, but creating a panic?!” Dale asked, looking between us all. “We could’ve handled it differently.” I nodded.

“There's no point arguing about it. It's done. There's nothing we can do about it.” Lori spoke looking between everyone. “Better get moving.” T-dog called out, getting into the drivers seat of the truck, the door closing with a slam. Lori took a step towards Dale and rested her hand on his shoulder briefly before passing.

The truck started and Andrea jumped onto the open tray, the two driving off to dump the bodies for burning. I made my way to the house, making a mental note to talk to Maggie. As I softly pulled the screen door open, I heard a series of clutters and breaking glass, and a heavy thud followed by A concerned Maggie. I swung the door open and ran inside to see Maggie kneeling next to Beth who was lying on the kitchen floor, Glenn standing by. I moved forward and carefully knelt next to Maggie. I reached out and checked Beths arms, my first thoughts being that of this morning when her mother had reanimated for a second time and attacked her. “What are you doing?” Maggie choked out. “Looking for a mark.” I replied, checking her scalp too. “Oh god.” She softly cried.

There wasn’t any mark on her torso, so I looked at Maggie and smiled softly. “Glenn, help me move her please.” I sighed, pushing Maggie away and hoisting her onto my left shoulder, Glenn quickly rushing to throw her arm over his right shoulder. “Her room is this way.” Maggie wiped her eyes and led us upstairs. Maggie pushed the dark door open, and stepped into the room. Watching as we gently put her onto the bed. “Im going to look for Hershel.” Glenn spoke, quickly leaving the room. “Thank you. For helping her.” “Maggie-“ “No, let me say this.” She sighed. “I, I didn’t think to check for a bite or a scratch. I was too lost in the moment.” She shook her head. “Maggie, it’s not your fault. She will be okay.”

We could hear Glenn’s heavy shoes hit the ground as he ran through the house on both floors, coming back to the room panting, shaking his head. “He isn’t here.” He mumbled, moving over to the window by the bed. Maggie instantly knelt on the bed next to her sister and softly moving her hair back. “Sweetie? Can you hear me?”

More footsteps sounded through the house and Lori stood in the door way. Maggie looked up and met Lori’s worried eyes. “Whats wrong with her?” Maggie desperately asked Lori. “She might be in shock. Where's Hershel?” She asked. “We can't find him anywhere.” Glenn shrugged looking at her, she turned on her heel and left. Lori had left to get Rick, and Shane who’d apparently been talking when she ran out to him. “Could you stay with her a minute?” Maggie asked as she looked at Beth. “Of course.” I nodded, a soft smile on my lips.

Maggie nodded, and left the room, Glenn following her as they left to speak with Rick. I looked over to Beth, who’d been in the same position since we’d carried her to her bed. I walked into the bathroom and wet a washcloth, walking back out and sitting onto the edge of the bed, softly dabbing the cloth to her forehead. “Im here for you sweetie.” I whispered as I continued to dab her forehead with the cloth. Beth had lost a little bit of the colour from her face, her neck covered in drops of sweat. I could hear Lori and Rick arguing in the hall about If him leaving was a good idea for the group or not. Maggie walked in and took the cloth from me. “Thank you.” “Anytime, im here.” I smiled as she sat on the seat near the bed. “(Y/n), can you help me for a bit?” Lori poked her head into the room and softly smiled. “Of course. Maggie, i’ll see you later.” I smiled. I met with Lori downstairs, she sat with her head in her hands on the double seater lounge. “Hey..” I softly spoke, Lori’s attention quickly landing to me. “Hey.” She nodded standing up. “What’s happening?” “Hershel has lost it. He just left.” She shook her head. “Can you blame him?” Lori opened her mouth and went to argue before I cut her off. “Don’t get me wrong Lori. He shouldn’t have left, he should’ve stayed with his family, but I can’t blame him. He watched our people, OUR people gun his family down. Albeit they weren’t his family anymore.” “They are going after him. To some bar in town.” “Who is?” “Rick and Glenn.” “And you’re worried..” “I am. The last time that my husband went on a rescue mission it was for nothing and we lost our people.” “It’s natural Lori, but you and I both know for a fact that Rick will come home to you. He knows that it’s you, Carl and the baby now. He wouldn’t do this if he didn’t think he would come back.”

Lori sighed, nodding her head. Rick, Glenn and Maggie all made their way down stairs.

Lori stood and glanced over to her husband who had opened his arms for her, which she accepted and strode over to his embrace.

I left the couples as they said goodbye to their partners.

I found myself searching the camp for Carol. Rick and Glenn had already left, and Lori was with her son. Daryl hadn’t come back from his walk and Andrea was still disposing of walkers with T. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement near the barn. I slowly walked closer only to see Shane kneeling in front of Carol by the water pump. I stopped under the shade of the tree and leant against the rough bark. I continued to watch from afar as he dipped his hands into the small water dish that was connected to the pump, before washing her arms down with said water. Shane continued to wash her for a couple of minutes before standing, reaching out to her and helping her stand. Carol walked away and headed for the hill. Taking a breath I walked down to where Shane stood, watching Carol retreat. Shanes hand instinctively reached for his gun that he kept tucked into the back of his pants as he turned, dropping his demeanour after realising there was no threat. “Is Carol okay?” I asked, stopping a metre away from him. Shane nodded in response, taking a step forward, sighing when he noticed my step back. “I apologised to her.” “She isn’t the only one who deserves an apology.” “What are you talking about?” He shook his head. “Hershel, his family.” “Oh come on, not you too.” He scoffed. “No, Shane-“ “You know what, everyone thinks that I’m some coldhearted son of a bitch.” “Shane-“ “No, just listen.” He cut me off, his hand in the air. “I did what I had to do to protect this group, to protect our family, to protect you. I was trying to keep everyone safe, while Rick was out there playing catch the walker with Hershel.” He defended himself. “I had no idea that little girl was in there. If I did-“ he paused, shaking his head. “I know that you think you did the right thing, and im sure that to you it was the right thing. But you need to think about Hershel and what affect that this has had on him.” “Yeah, how it affects him.” He scoffed. “He thought he was going to get his wife back, he thought that he was going to get his step-son back. And it was ripped away from him.” “He was delusional, it wasn’t ever gonna happen.” “He had hope-“ “And look where that got him!” He yelled, gesturing to the house. “Shane, what you did-“ “I did what needed to be done to ensure the safety of the group. I will NOT apologise for that.” He shook his head, leaving hastily.

Kicking the dirt beneath my shoes, I lean my head back and covering my eyes with my hands. I sighed and began to walk back to the house. “(Y/n)!” I looked over to see Lori making her way towards me. “Lori, what’s up?” “Can you talk to Daryl?” “What about?” “Just go talk to him.” “I would, but I-“ “He is at the old cottage near the windmill.” “The run down one?” “Yeah. I just spoke to him. I think he needs you.” She spoke, quickly evading my questions and running into the house. I shook my head and grabbed the water bottle from my tent, making my way out to the old cottage. The walk took all but ten minutes, until the ruins of the old stone cottage came into view. Daryl was sitting against the wall of the cottage, sharpening points onto sticks. He looked up at the ground crunched under my steps, his gaze following me as I got closer. “Hey.” I smiled softly, extending my arm with the water bottle toward him. He reached out and took the bottle, twisting the top off and bringing it to his lips, some water leaking from the bottle and running down his chin. My heart started to beat the slightest bit faster, watching as the water drips from his chin down to his chest through the open V-neck of his shirt. I didn’t notice when Daryl removed the bottle from his lips. “Are ya’ okay?” “Hmm?” I asked looking up to meet his gaze. “Are ya’ okay?” He asked again. My cheeks became warm with embarrassment as he looked me over, handing the bottle back to me. “No, you keep it with you.” I smiled. “What are ya’ doing ‘ere?” He asked. “Lori said you needed me.” “That bitch.” He shook his head. “What? What happened?” “She wants me to go lookin’ for her bitch, another rescue mission. I told her no.” “What rescue mission?” “Somethin’ ‘bout goin’ into town. Bringing back Hershel and Rick.” I scoffed shaking my head. “You’re joking right?” I asked. “Bitch had the nerve to call me selfish.” My blood began to boil as soon as those words left his mouth. “Selfish?” I asked. “Selfish?” I asked again, absolutely dumbfounded by what Lori done.

Shaking my head I stormed off, Daryl quickly catching up, stopping infant of me. “What do ya’ think ya’ doing?” “I need to have a few words with Lori.” I sneered. I go to leave, only for Daryl to pull my back into his chest, his breath softly hitting the nape of my neck. “Don’t waste ya’ breath on her.” “No Daryl, this isn’t okay!” I shook his hold from me, turning to look at him. “Who does she think she is? Acting like you’re disposable?” I scoff. He stayed quiet, watching my every move as I paced in front of him.

“I mean, I get it, she is worried about Rick. But she doesn’t need to drag you into this!” “She says you’re selfish, you are anything but selfish, you went out and searched for Sophia everyday, even when others couldn’t! And she thinks sending you after-“ -18+ Below- Daryl cut me off by pressing his lips roughly against mine, his hands sneaking their way into my hair. My hands gently reached up and rested onto his cheeks. Daryl slowly began to walk with me, my back pressing against the rough stone wall of the cottage. My back arched as he ran his hands down my sides, reaching behind to grab my ass, grinding his hips into mine. He let out a low moan against my lips, pulling away and grabbing the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the ground by our side.

My hands found the front of his vest and I began to unbutton it hastily as Daryl pressed his lips against my collar bone. I let out a soft moan as his lips sucked on my neck, Daryl pulling back, shedding himself of his vest, his hands moving to my back, unclasping my bra, letting it fall down my arms and to the ground. I leant into Daryls embrace as our lips once again connected, his bare chest against mine as his left hand reaches up and grabs my breast, his thumb rubbing over my sensitive nipple.

I whined softly as he moved his hands down to my hipbone, unbuttoning my jeans, sliding his right hadn’t into my underwear, his left on my waist holding me steady. “Look at ya’. Already a mess.” He smirked as his fingers teased my wet folds, inserting two fingers. I leant my head back and rested it against the wall as he slowly started to draw circles around my clit, each touch of his fingers sending a rush of heat to my core. I could feel Daryl’s hard length against my inner thigh, reaching down I move my hand into his jeans, softly stroking him. Daryl let out a moan at my touch, his lips moved down to my chest, softly sucking on the skin.

“I can’t wait, need ya’.” Daryl muttered against my skin.

I could feel Daryl move his hand out of my pants, quickly tugging at the hem, pulling my jeans off of my hips, watching them pool to the ground, along with my underwear. I gently removed my hand from him as he moved away slightly, pushing his own jeans down. His hands landed on my hips as he leant down and hooked my thighs over his waist, his arm over my head leaning against the wall. He moved his hand between my legs, rubbing his glistening head against my folds, causing my spine to shiver. His teeth brushed over my jaw and I whined as I felt my core clench around nothing as he teased me. “Are ya’ ready?” He asked against my jaw. I could only nod in response. Daryl lined himself up with my entrance and slowly pushed in, I dug my nails into his biceps as he slid further into me, letting out a low moan as I stretched around him. My back arched, pushing my chest further into his, consumed with the feeling of his cock inside of me. His cock dragged against my walls in slow strokes, leaving me feeling empty before filling me once more. My pussy clenching around him as he moved his hips into mine.

The sound of skin meeting skin, the grunts and moans from Daryl as he thrusted, sending waves of pleasure to my core.

“Daryl-“ I moaned, locking my heels together behind his back, pulling him closer with each thrust. “Ya’ feel so good, Always so tight.” He grunts, kissing behind my ear. The pressure in my stomach building more and more with every movement of my hips meeting his thrusts. Daryl started to pick up his pace, his hips now snapping up to meet mine as he snaked his hand down to my pussy, his thumb flicking against my bundle of nerves, eliciting a shriek from my lips. He smirked as he looked at me through his lashes, each hard thrust knocking the air out of my lungs. He pounds into me harder, his mouth attacking mine, his tongue entering my mouth as we both fight for dominance, a battle that is quickly won by him. The force of his thrusts pushing me further into the wall, surely leaving marks on my skin. The tension in my core was at boiling point, I closed my eyes as black dots began to cloud my vision, gasping as my chest heavily rose. Daryl groans as he looked down, watching as the base of his cock disappeared within my mound as he moved against me, his cock hitting the right spot. “Oh god..” I moaned, resting my head against his shoulder, I could feel his smirk as he hit the same spot repeatedly. “I got ya’ baby.” He panted, my orgasm close to erupting. He angled his hips slightly as he pulled out, thrusting hard into me, the coil snapping within as I pulled him closer by the neck, crashing my lips against his, moaning into his mouth. Daryl kept pushing further into me as I rode out my orgasm, gushing around him as he chased his own release. I look up at him through my lashes, pushing my hips to meet his own, my bottom lip between my teeth. “Ya’ perfect.” He muttered, delivering some harsh thrusts into me. His thrusts became sloppy as he bottomed out, resting his head against my shoulder, moaning as his orgasm hits, his cum coating my walls. His cock now soft, still buried in me, we stay in the same position, trying to catch out breath, he pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “I love you.” “I love ya’ too.” He mumbled, gently placing me down, his cock slipping out of me. We cleaned ourselves up and re-dressed. -End of 18+- The sun was descending over the paddock, illuminating the windmill. I reached down and grabbed Daryls hand, softly pulling him to follow me. “What?” “Lets go, get some dinner.” I smiled. Daryl let go of my hand and stalked back to the cottage, picking up his crossbow, putting it over his shoulder he walked back to me and took my hand, leading the way back to camp.

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stardust-walker · 4 years ago

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Chapter 3

No matter how long they were out there, it didn’t make falling asleep easier. There were some nights when she couldn’t sleep at all. Dove pushed open the flap of her tent after an hour or two of fighting to go to sleep. The young woman turned on her flashlight as she brushed some of her dark brown hair away from her eyes. The fire was still burning, so someone else had to be awake.

“Hey,” Dove announced her presence quietly as she stepped into the light of the fire. Her dark eyes finally landed on Jim. “Can’t sleep?”

“Who can these days,” the older man mumbled quietly. Dove nodded in the affirmative as she knelt next to the log Jim was sat on.

“Is it bad if I ask what you’re thinking about,” she questioned and shifted her gaze up. Jim had puzzled her and there was something about him that made her uneasy. It wasn’t that she thought he was dangerous, but it was more like a case where she was more worried about what he might end up doing to himself. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she joked as she lowered herself down to sit on the dirt.

Jim cracked a small smile and shook his head.

“Alright that sounded a little…crude,” Dove let out a quiet laugh and tapped Jim with her elbow, “gotcha for a second though.” She stared off into the darkness for a moment. “Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I think about my ex. Whether he’s alive or…you know,” she shrugged her shoulders and reached back to scratch the back of her neck.

Jim nodded his head slowly and Dove sighed, “He called me right when everything started to get really bad. We used to live up near D.C. He wanted me to come up there, be with him. He thought it would be safer up there or something. Maybe he wanted to keep an eye on me, I don’t know.”

“Why didn’t you go?” Jim interjected quietly.

“Couldn’t very well leave my sister with Ed with everything else falling apart, now could I? Plus, I wanted to be able to help keep an eye on Sophia,” Dove traced a finger absentmindedly over the tattoo on her left forearm. “So, I guess when I can’t sleep, it’s a whole lot of ‘what if’s about different choices I coulda made…”

The fire crackled in the uncomfortable silence for a few moments before Jim spoke. “Every time I try to sleep, I see my family.” Jacqui had told them in the early days how Jim was the only one left out of his whole family. Dove and the others never asked after that.

The dark-haired woman placed a comforting hand on Jim’s arm, “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Dove frowned a little as she leaned forward and reached into the back pocket of her jeans. She pulled out a small bag and squinted at it in the firelight before letting out a quiet ‘Ah-ha’. “Here,” she held out a hand, closed around something that Jim couldn’t see.

“What’s that,” Jim eyed her warily as he held his hand out.

“Melatonin. It might help you sleep. It was the next big thing at the place I worked at. Non-addictive and everything, your body creates it naturally, blah blah blah.” She dropped the two of the pills into his hand. “Take two of those and call me in the morning,” she joked.

Jim stared at the pills in his hand for a second before he glanced back up at her. “Thanks.” He nodded his head as Dove watched him stand up slowly.

“No problem. If you ever wanna talk, I mean. I’m used to it,” she offered with a sad smile.

“We should probably find you a couch first, huh,” Jim drawled. Dove stared blankly for a moment before she let out a snort of laughter.

“Yeah, real cute. Now you head off to bed now. I’m serious! Get some shut eye.” She pointed a finger at him as he turned slightly. Jim stopped for a moment and gave her shoulder a quick squeeze.

“Thank you.”

Dove sat there in silence for a while after Jim wandered off to bed. She didn’t even notice her eyes drifted shut until she felt something touch her back. She jolted awake and turned around quickly only to come face to face with a startled looking Glenn. “Jesus Christ!” Dove hissed as she stood up and gave Glenn a shove. “You tryin’ to give me a heart attack?”

“Jeez, sorry! I was just coming to relieve Shane from guard duty and didn’t want you to fall in.” Even in the dark, Dove could see the color rising up Glenn’s neck.

“Sorry. Can you blame me for being jumpy though?”

“Can’t blame you at all, bird,” Shane said as he climbed down the ladder of the camper. Dove rolled her eyes at him and Glenn patted her once on the shoulder before he walked off to take the other man’s place.

Shane strolled over, hands in his pockets. Dove watched as he ran a hand through his hair. “That was a nice thing you did for Jim, ya know.”

“So much for doctor patient confidentiality, but I guess that didn’t mean much to cops in the first place,” Dove said with a playful tone. “But it felt…I don’t know. Good? It felt…”

“Normal,” Shane questioned and Dove only nodded her head. Shane tried to stifle a yawn, but Dove couldn’t hold hers back. “I think that’s a sign we both need to catch some shut eye too. Maybe take some of your own advice, huh?” Shane raised an eyebrow at her.

Dove simply raised her right hand to her forehead and brought her hand back down to her side after a moment, “10-4, captain.” She turned her flashlight on, turned on her heel, and shuffled quietly back off to her tent.

Behind her, Glenn shook his head from the top of the camper and Shane couldn’t help but think about what he’d heard her say about leaving Carol alone with Ed.

“Shouldn’t they be back by now?” Amy shielded her eyes from the sun as she shouted up at the top of the camper.

Dove looked sideways at Dale from her perch. “She’s right ya know. Maybe the rain got them all fucked up?” She offered as an option.

Dale frowned at the younger woman. “I’m sure they’re just fine. Glenn’s very responsible. He’s gotten them in and out of the city enough times in the past month.” He glanced over the side at Amy. “I’m sure they’re just fine!”

Dove rolled her eyes and slapped her knees. “You got this on your own, old man?”

“Yeah I got it,” Dale nodded his head as he raised the binoculars to his eyes.

Dove actually smiled a little as she climbed down the ladder, hearing Carl laugh at whatever was said to him was welcoming. She froze in the middle of the ladder as a car alarm sounded.

“Talk to me, Dale!” Shane shouted.

“Is it them, are they back?” Amy jumped up from her seat as Dove hopped down off the ladder. Hazel eyes scanned the group for Carol and Sophia; she reached out a hand to beckon the small girl forward as the noise kept sounding.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Dale sounded annoyed, yet amused as he spoke. “A stolen car is my guess.”

“Wow, that’s mighty responsible, huh.” Dove rolled her eyes as she stroked Sophia’s hair.

“What’s going on,” Carol whispered as she came up alongside her.

“Some doofus stole a car and the alarm is soundin’ to high heaven,” Dove raised her voice slightly as the noise got louder.

A bright red sports car came around the corner as Dove finished. She let out a quiet whistle. Whoever stole it had good taste at least.

She wished she could say she was surprised as the door swung open and Glenn stepped out, shit-eating grin on his face.

“Holy crap turn that thing off,” Dale managed to yell over the alarm. Sophia blocked her ears and wrinkled her nose as Carol placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I don’t know how!” Dove shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose as Glenn just threw his hands up in the air. She didn’t feel bad for him for having Amy and Shane hounding him. Why the hell would he bring that thing up here anyway?

“Everyone’s fine,” the whole group was finally able to hear. Dove couldn’t help but say a silent thanks for Jim. “Except Merle.”

“Are you trying to draw every walker for miles,” Shane attempted to scold Glenn.

“I wouldn’t worry about the alarm so much, Shane. It echoed all through the hills. No don’t get mad at me! I’m not arguin’ with you,” Dale lectured Shane and turned his disappointment on Glenn. He had, at least, earned himself a lecture about being more responsible.

“Sorry…Cool car, though?” Glenn added and Dove gave him an appreciative nod and a thumbs up.

“Yeah but you didn’t have to be so irresponsible,” she shot a pointed look at Dale before she glanced back at Glenn.

The whole group seemed to freeze as another truck rolled up. Dove watched as everyone ran to hug their families and she couldn’t help but feel a little sad for a few people. She felt sad as she watched Lori kneel to comfort Carl. The other woman had confided in her how Carl seemed to hope that every time they went out, his dad would come back with them. Another twinge of sadness hit her as she looked down at her feet, almost ashamed of feeling bad for Daryl Dixon. He would never get to say goodbye to his family.

“The guy’s a cop, like you,” Dove caught as the other discussed a new guy.

She grabbed Carol’s arm as she watched Carl scream for his father and run off towards him. “Holy shit,” Dove whispered.

“Is that Carl’s daddy,” Sophia looked up at both women.

“It is,” and Carol really smiled for what felt like the first time in weeks,

Dove didn’t miss the annoyed glances from Ed in everyone else’s directions. They had probably interrupted a conversation that he was trying to rope Jim into about Nascar or something. Poor Jim was just too nice for his own good.

The rest of the day seemed to go by in a haze as Carol offered to wash Rick’s clothes for him. Dove walked up to Lori’s tent, or Rick’s tent now. “You decent?” She called as she planted her feet, leaned against a tree. The sheriff ducked out, old dirty clothes in a bag in his hands. “I’m Dove. Carol’s sister. She sent me to get your clothes so she can wash ‘em for you.” She smiled kindly at the man. She couldn’t imagine what he’d been through.

“You sure? She doesn’t have,’ Rick started to protest, but Dove cut him off as she grabbed the bag in one hand.

“She knows that. She just wants to is all,” Dove reassured him. “Now, you go spend time with your family. Carl’s been talkin’ bout you non-stop to Sophia since we got here so I think he has a lot of time he wants to make up.” She placed a hand on his arm and patted it a few times before she turned and walked off to find her sister.

Neither one of them said anything about the grenade Carol had found in Rick’s clothes. Carol had slapped her arm a little harder than she’d meant to in order to get her attention. A few moments of hushed whispers later and Carol had shoved the grenade back into her own bag, stuffed safely in between clean clothes ‘just in case’.

It wasn’t mentioned as they sat around the fire that night. Dove was perched in between Glenn and T-Dog, completely enthralled by Rick’s story. She didn’t blame Lori for thinking that Rick had died. She thought the same thing about the other people she hadn’t seen since this whole thing started. Her right pointer finger traced the tattoo on her left arm again as her hazel eyes locked on Shane.

There was a hint of something on his face as Rick expressed his gratitude towards him. It wasn’t modesty, or even his own gratitude, it seemed more like shame. But that couldn’t be right.

“There goes words falling short again. Paltry things,” Dale nodded his head.

“Words can mean almost nothing, sometimes actions mean a whole hell of a lot more,” Dove mumbled quietly.

She jumped slightly as she watched Ed throw another log into the fire. “Now Ed, you might wanna rethink that log,” Shane said, and Dove could swear that sometimes, he was just looking for a fight.

“It’s cold, man.” Ed grumbled and Dove clenched her jaw. T-Dog placed a hand on her arm, an attempt to comfort her. There goes those actions meaning more than words.

“Cold doesn’t change the rules. Keep our fires low, just embers,” Shane lectured.

Dove glanced around the fire as she rubbed her hands together anxiously, finally looking down as Rick locked eyes with her for a moment. It was probably more than enough for him to pick up on what was causing the sudden shift in mood if he was smart enough.

“I said it’s cold. You should mind your own business for once,” Ed sounded so smug. She would be lying if she said she didn’t think about running up and shoving him face first into the burning fire. T-Dog reached out for Shane’s arm, missing him by an inch. Glenn leaned closer, placing a comforting arm around the dark-haired woman’s shoulder as she rested her elbows on her knees and buried her face in her hands.

“Please someone just make him stop, he’s just going to make it worse,” she pleaded quietly.

Carol was good at pretending, thankfully, as she was able to convince Shane that everything was ‘fine’ or at least she thought she was. Dove caught Shane saying something about “If you’re both cold, you can come sit with us,” which she couldn’t blame Carol for refusing. It would just make it worse.

Dove’s head raised from her hands as Shane sat back down and Daryl Dixon was brought up. She had waited patiently to say her peace for hours. “He won’t be too happy to hear his brother was left behind,” Dale said sagely, and Dove nodded in agreement.

Her brow furrowed as Rick and T-Dog both mentioned telling Daryl and seemed to want to discuss whose fault it was.

“It won’t matter to him who’s fault it was,” Dove interjected, “All that will matter is that you did it and that makes both of you the enemy. Hell, that might make everyone at this camp the enemy. That’s what we have to be ready for.”

“Plus, I don’t mean to bring race into this, but it might sound better coming from a white guy,” Glenn frowned.

“I mean I didn’t want to be the one to say it,” Dove rubbed her hands on her knees as she raised her eyebrows slightly.

“I did what I did. Hell, if I’m gonna hide it from him,” T-Dog stated bluntly.

“Now, listen, as much as I’m a sucker for accountability, I doubt Daryl is gonna appreciate it as much as anyone here might,” she waved her hand around the circle. “Help me out here, sheriff,” she ran a hand through her hair as she looked over at Rick. She felt a little guilty about putting him on the spot as she watched Lori stroke Carl’s hair.

“We should tell the truth. Merle was out of control,” Andrea said, much to the group’s surprise. “He could have gotten us all killed. Someone had to do something. It’s nobody’s fault but Merle’s that he got left behind. Your husband did what was right,” the blonde woman finished.

The group shared looks. “That’s what we tell Daryl? You think that’s going to end in a rational discussion,” Dale questioned. Dove couldn’t help but agree with Dale. It was going to end badly, whether it be for Daryl or someone else.

“I stopped long enough to chain that door,” T-Dog revealed. He continued about how he chained the door.

“So…”

“Merle’s alive. Chained to that rooftop. That’s on all of us,” T-Dog stood up and walked away from the fire.

A heavy sigh escaped Dove’s lips as she ran a hand down her face. “I think we should all think on this. Come back to the conversation in the morning. It’s been a long day,” she suggested.

Dove lay awake staring at the ceiling of her tent that night. A million different scenarios running through her head about how tomorrow would go, but none of them were good. She fell asleep with Daryl Dixon on her mind.

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baseballbitch116 · 5 years ago

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Your Walking Dead - Daryl Dixon Interactive Love Story

A/N: The way this is designed is so that YOU get to choose how you would like to proceed through the story. At the end of every chapter, there will be 2 options. There will be different consequences to your choices! Every choice you make will change the outcome of the story. No two choices will provide the same outcome! YOU can determine who survives, where you go, and overall how your interactions with Daryl will go!

Introduction: Follow along on your journey with Daryl and the others throughout the series... You choose your actions... Will you end up with Daryl? YOU have the power to decide that!

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

Setting: We begin in the Atlanta camp, before Rick has joined.

Word Count: 1420

Series Warnings: Gore, violence, strong language, potentially triggering content, sexual themes, death, mentions of drug/alcohol consumption and abuse...

Chapter Warnings: Brief mentions of violence, strong language

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To say that you had run from Atlanta would not be an exaggeration by any means. You quite literally ran through the streets of the once thriving city as the dead took over. Nothing could have prepared you for this. You had no survival skills whatsoever. You couldn’t hunt, fire a gun, build a fire... Fears overwhelmed your mind as you ran through the streets, dodging the dead as they tried grabbing you at every opportunity. You had nothing but a backpack of limited essentials.

Someone had broken into your apartment in an attempt to escape the dead chasing them, in turn allowing the flesh-hungry dead to get inside and force you out. You probably would have died if you hadn’t met Shane and Lori along the highway. You had no weapons, having lost your steak knife in the arm of one of the dead back in the city. Wandering down the stand still traffic on the highway, you were desperate. Lori spotting you as you stumbled down the road, dehydrated, out of breath and limping. You owed her your life for offering you a bottle of water that day a few weeks ago.

You are drawn from your thoughts by the sound of someone approaching. Glancing up from where you sat on the RV’s stairs, you shoot a weak smile at Dale. “Are you alright, Y/N?” The older man asks as you stand to move out of his way.

“Just thinking about... Everything.” You respond. Dale nods as he studies your face. You’ve had some conversations with the older man before about these sort of things - what the future might look like, what could be happening in other area of the world...

“Best not to dwell on it too much, I think.” He says, patting your shoulder as he passes you and enters the RV. You couldn’t help but feel like you weren’t pulling your weight around the camp, though. As you looked around, you saw most people doing one thing or another. Lori and Carol were washing clothes, Shane was cleaning his shotgun, Glenn was on watch for walkers on top the RV. You knew that if it weren’t for some of the others in the camp, you would not have food or a fire or weapons.

Deciding that you needed to find a way to earn your keep, you head over to Lori and Carol in order to help them with the laundry. It certainly wasn’t a task that you desired, and you found it slightly belittling that only the mothers in the camp washed clothes - but you needed something to do.

Striking up light conversation with the two older women, you got to work on hanging the damp clothes up to dry. You had grown close to Lori since she let you tag along with them out of Atlanta - feeling that you owed her and Shane. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn’t met them...

You felt a pair of eyes on you as you worked, making you glance around your surroundings in search of whoever was alarming your senses. A scoff escapes your lips when you spot Merle Dixon’s eyes on you from the door of the RV. The older man had been hitting on you from the moment you met him a few weeks back. He had to be at least twenty years older than you, but that didn’t seem to bother him as he continuously made passes at you.

You suddenly felt self conscious in your black leggings and tank top. The Georgia sun beat down on your skin relentlessly from sunrise to sundown, making most of you try to dress lightly around the camp to avoid overheating. You roll your eyes and huff, redirecting your attention to the conversation Carol and Lori were having. “What is it?” Lori asks when she spots your sour attitude.

“Just Merle ogling over there again.” You mutter to her, tilting your head in his direction lightly as you throw another shirt up on the clothes line. The two women shake their head in annoyance and mumble about how gross he is. You heard a rough male voice call out Merle’s name, regaining your attention from the women again. Your eyes landed on his brother approaching from his tent - Daryl.

You had not spoken to the archer more than once, finding him rather standoffish and hard to approach. He was good looking, that you could not deny. He was about the same height as his older brother, tan and well built. You admired his physique as he threw his crossbow over his shoulder. His muscular arms were bare and dirt stained under his green muscle shirt. His short shaggy brown hair contrasted nicely with his blue eyes. Daryl had by far interacted with you the least of any one else in the camp. He seemed to have little interest in being around anyone other than his asshole brother.

You had also taken notice of how minimally affected he seemed to the current state of the world. He built fires, hunted, tracked, and killed walkers as if he had been doing it his whole life. You couldn’t help but wonder what his life was like just a few weeks ago. What did he do for a living? What was he like under all that hard exterior?

Merle’s gaze landing on you once again made you quickly avert your eyes back to the women, hoping he had not seen you looking their direction. Both the Dixon brothers intimated you, for sure - but you for Merle revolting while Daryl intriguing.

You were only a handful of yards away from the brothers, easily able to hear their loud, raspy voices from where you stood if you blocked out Lori and Carol’s chit chat. “Ima go hunt. Found some deer tracks earlier.” A voice that you determine to be Daryl’s based on his comments, announces to his brother. Merle didn’t do much of anything around the camp, whereas Daryl always seemed to be preoccupied with one task or another.

You continue hanging the clothes that Carol hands you distractedly, eavesdropping on the brothers.

“Ain’t got nothin better ta do than chase rabbits around the woods, little brother?” Merle drawls with a scoff. You roll your eyes at his comments, wondering what he has to do other than ogle you and cause trouble around the camp.

“Like sit on my ass all day?” Daryl retaliates, his comment reflecting your own thoughts. A smirk tugs at your lips as you continue.

You glance up when Daryl walks past you guys, crossbow over his shoulder and large knife attached to his belt buckle. You briefly meet his eye, neither of you saying a word as he continued past you toward the woods. You dropped your gaze back to the clothes basket, mentally scolding yourself for being so interested in the man. He didn’t even acknowledge you, you shouldn’t be wasting time thinking about him.

The morning drug on slowly, like most others. This new life was very boring, you could only imagine how the kids were feeling. You missed your phone, the internet, television... As stupid and privileged as it sounded, you couldn’t help but feel like time slowed down and you had nothing better to do than wash clothes or gather firewood.

You had gone inside the RV for about fifteen minutes to cool down from the intense sun, the sweat from the sweltering heat trickling down your skin. You hated feeling sweaty - you felt gross. Stripping out of your leggings that were sticking to your skin, you tossed them into the clothes basket in the corner and throw on your denim capri pants in place of discarded item. You missed your shower - a pond or quarry would never replace a relaxing shower with actual soap and hot water.

When you heard numerous voices nearby the RV, you decided to get up and head back out - seeing what was going on. Slowly exiting the vehicle, you take notice of numerous people standing around one of the cars. “What’s going on?” You ask Glenn as he passes you. “Going on a run. Wanna come?” He asks, stopping and turning to look at you.

You had never gone with them on a run before, what exactly do you do? Would you just get in the way? But then again, you’ve been wanting to find a way to pull your weight...

What should you do? Choose your path!

Go on the run | Stay at camp

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And that is the introduction!! The two links above are different parts that will change how you proceed in the story and you will see how just one little choice will drastically change the events that follow! A simple decision like going on a run or not... Is going to set the foundation of this story and all of the choices you are going to need to make following it!

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ddixons-angel · 5 years ago

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Fated: Season 2

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)

A/N: We’re already on chapter 3 of season 2? Wow time is flying! Please stay safe and healthy everyone!!!

Chapter 3:

Gloria glances around the room, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with her hand as she had just woken up. She sits up and looks at the clock hanging on the wall telling her that it was already noon. She figured it must have been the large feast Lori and Carol had cooked for everyone that helped her sleep so well; that and the fact that she had a comfy bed to sleep in.

“I should get up.” she says as she looks over to the crutches leaning on the wall next to the bed, but just before she reaches out to grab them, there’s a knock on the door.

“You’re awake.” Carol smiles at her as she walks in with a tray of orange juice, and a plate of eggs, ham, and toast.

Gloria blushes and nods, “That I am.”

“I brought you some breakfast... or would you consider this lunch?” Carol teases as she places the tray down on the chair right by the bed.

“I just woke up, so that,” Gloria gestures to the tray, “is still breakfast for me.”

Carol chuckles at this, “so, how are you feeling?”

“Well, I’m pretty well rested, so that’s a plus. Don’t think I can walk on my own two feet yet though, haven’t tried.” Gloria tugs at the sheets, revealing her ankle that’s still swollen and bruised, “yeah, doesn’t look like it.”

“Take it easy on yourself.” Carol tells her, patting her shoulder.

Gloria looks up at her and smiles, “I will, don’t worry. And once I can walk properly, the first thing I’ll do is go out to find Sophia.”

A soft but sad smile spreads on Carol’s lips, “thank you.”

Gloria puts her hand on Carol’s and gives it a gentle, comforting squeeze. Carol nods to the food, telling Gloria to eat before leaving the room. Gloria sighs as she takes the tray from the chair and puts it in her lap, then starts digging in. A moment later, another knock is heard on the door and Gloria looks up to see Daryl walking in.

“Hey, how ya feelin’?” he asks.

She swallows a bite before answering, “well, pretty popular to be honest, getting a lot of visits within the hour.”

Daryl rolls his eyes and scoffs at her answer, “what about that?” he asks, gesturing to her ankle.

Gloria glances at it then back at Daryl, “from the looks of it, not good. Haven’t tried walking on it yet, don’t think I’m about to try, either.”

“Sprained?” his eyes never leaving her ankle.

She nods, “yeah...”

Without saying anything else, Daryl sits down on the chair and gently takes her ankle, slowly moving it into his lap. He starts to gently massaging it, his touch light but still effective. Gloria blushes and smiles at the gesture, remembering that she had helped him the same way when he had a light sprain on his wrist.

“How’s this?” he asks, his eyes avoiding hers.

“Feels nice.” Gloria says, taking a piece of bread from her plate and nibbling on it, “and how are you feeling?” she asks in regards to his own injuries, as he grunts in response Gloria rolls her eyes and mocks his grunt, making him look at her.

“Ain’ dead yet, ain’ gon’ be bedridden neither.” he finally says.

A pang of guilt hits Gloria as she looks away from him, “not like I want to be...” she says softly.

“Di’n’t mean that.” Daryl says quickly, “look, I ain’ good wit’ words, a’right? But that ain’ what I meant.”

Gloria sighs and nods, “Sorry... I guess I’m just moody today. I hate just sitting here, sleeping all day, not doing anything. Makes me feel completely useless when everyone’s outside, earning their place here, helping out one way or another.”

“That don’ make ya useless.” he looks at her seriously, “ya jus’ bein’ here, findin’ ya gave all o’ us hope. Gave me hope.”

She blinks at him, her heart fluttering at his words, she then smiles gratefully at him, “And you said you aren’t good with words.”

Daryl blushes slightly, shifting in the chair and turning his attention back to her ankle, massaging away gently, “how’s it feel?”

She smiles, “a lot better,” Gloria purses her lips together before adding, “thanks to you.” she loved that she was able to make Daryl blush the way he did around her, grinning when she saw him blushing harder at her words.

Shouting from outside turned Gloria’s attention from Daryl as she turned to look out the window where she saw Maggie storming off, leaving behind Glenn with Lori. She furrowed her brows in confusion, wincing a bit from her skin tugging at her bandage.

“Wha’s got ya frownin’ so much tha’ it hurts?” Daryl asks with a frown himself.

Gloria turns back to him and shakes her head, chuckling, “Nothing, just Glenn, I think he’s having girl problems. Hey, can you get him in here for me? I wanna know what’s going on with him and Maggie.”

Daryl scoffs, giving a disapproving look, “a’right.” he carefully puts Gloria’s leg back on the bed before getting up, “ya girls are weird.” he mutters before walking off to fetch Glenn.

“It’s called caring!” Gloria calls out after him with a grin.

She hears Daryl shouting for Glenn from outside the house and shortly after, her brother is walking into the room. She gestures for him to close the door, to which Glenn does so but now has a concerned look on his face.

“Everything okay?” Glenn asks as he sits on the chair.

Gloria shakes her head as she crosses her arms, leaning on the headboard, “Spill it, what’s up?”

“What do you mean?” Glenn says back defensively, shifting in the chair.

“Should I show you a mirror so you can see how it’s written all over your face that something’s bothering you?” Gloria says, matter-of-factly, she sighs when Glenn avoids eye contact with her, “is it Maggie?”

Glenn flinches a bit when Maggie’s name gets mentioned, letting Gloria know that she hit it right on the spot, he sighs heavily, “I really can’t hide anything from you...” he mutters to himself before looking at her, “you can’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you, okay? Promise me.”

Gloria’s eyes narrow as she sees how serious Glenn is then nods, “Promise.”

“So... last night, I was supposed to meet up with Maggie at the barn.” he starts, a slight blush creeping on his face, “For uh... things that couples do.”

“I don’t need the details of your dates, Glenn, please spare me.” Gloria chuckles, she’s always found it amusing how easily he got flustered when it came to girls.

“Alright, well, yeah, we kinda had a date arranged, but we couldn’t exactly do anything because...” he takes a deep breath, “because there are walkers in the barn.”

A small moment of silence passes between the siblings as an amused smile makes its way up to Gloria’s face, “So... you’re telling me that you got cockblocked by a barnful of walkers?”

“T-that’s beyond the point, Gloria!” Glenn’s face is scarlet red now, much to Gloria’s amusement, “does the fact that we have a barn full of walkers as our neighbor not concern you, or are you just going to keep making fun of me?”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it.” Gloria says, her expression then turns serious, “why don’t you tell Rick or Shane about it?”

“I already promised Maggie that I wouldn’t tell anyone... but then again, here I am telling you.” Glenn shrugs, “anyway, Maggie and her family, they think that the walkers are still people, sick people that can be cured.”

“Well, they’ve clearly been on the farm for way too long if they still think that.” Gloria comments, “did you tell her about what Dr. Jenner said to us at the C.D.C. about a cure?”

Glenn shakes his head, “I was going to after we came back from our run to the pharmacy, but things happened and I don’t think she thinks the same way about them anymore.”

“What happened at the pharmacy?” Gloria asks, curiously.

“We were looking around the shelves and then Maggie got grabbed by a walker,” Glenn sighs as he remembers back to the close call, “she almost got bit.”

“I’m glad she’s okay... but why did you guys need to go to the pharmacy anyway? I thought you got enough supplies when you went on the last run?” she questions.

Glenn ponders for a bit, “Lori... asked for something specific... something that we wouldn’t have here.” Gloria gives him a look to continue, and Glenn sighs, “Lori’s pregnant and she wanted to get rid of the baby without telling Rick.”

“Oh Jesus.” Gloria can’t help her expression at the news, “no wonder you’re stressed. Is that why Maggie stormed away from you two when you got back?”

Glenn blinks at her, not knowing that she witnessed the scene but then nods, “yeah.”

“So, what are you gonna do about... everything?” Gloria asks, willing to give any suggestions if needed.

He sighs heavily, leaning down with his head in his hands, “I don’t know... I already asked Dale for advice on what to do and he said he’s going to talk to Hershel about the barn..”

“Honestly, I think it’s best that you tell everyone about the walkers, it’s only a matter of time before they break through the doors and kill everyone.” Gloria suggests, giving him a worried look.

“I know, but Maggie doesn’t want me to tell anyone, plus it isn’t even my call to-” Glenn gets cut off by Gloria.

“It isn’t her call to make either, if the barn collapses and people are killed, that’s gonna be on you for not warning everyone first. Would you be able to live with that?” she pushes.

Glenn shakes his head and sighs again, “no...”

“Look, I like Maggie. She seems like a really sweet girl, but you have to realize that just because someone is sweet and pretty, doesn’t mean that they know what they’re doing.” Gloria advises, “okay, well, unless it’s me.” she adds with a cheeky grin to try and lighten up Glenn’s mood.

He laughs at that, smiling finally, “I’ll tell the group tomorrow then, in the morning when everyone’s together eating breakfast.”

“I can’t let you do this on your own.” Gloria reaches out and pats his shoulder, “you know I’m here for you, right?”

Glenn smiles and nods, “Of course. I’ll wait until you’re outside then, I don’t want you sleeping outside when you still need rest.”

Gloria groans playfully, “fine, I’ll stay in this warm house and comfy bed.” she jokingly complains, earning another laugh from her brother.

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The next morning, Gloria wakes up as the bright rays of the sun hit her face; she purposely slept with the curtains open so that the early morning sun would wake her. She yawns as she stretches, reaching for the crutches and mounts them as she gets off the bed. Carefully but surely, she makes her way outside. Once on the porch, Gloria pauses as she blinks at the steps going down.

“Need help?” she looks up to see Daryl making his way over to her, smirking as he sees her conundrum.

“Yeah.” She pouts as Daryl leans on the railing, “well, don’t just stand there, help me!” she pleads.

Chuckling, Daryl pushes himself off the railing and makes his way up the steps to meet her, taking her crutches and leans them on the side rail, then picks her up bridal style without warning. Naturally, Gloria wraps her arm around Daryl’s neck, he looks to her and they both blush as they realize how physically close they are.

He clears his throat, “grab those.” he nods pointedly to the crutches, then carefully goes down the stairs with her in his arms once she has hold of the crutches.

“You can just put me down by Glenn’s tent.” she tells him, pointing to the little stump where the others are.

Daryl complies and slowly places her down on the ground once they get there, Gloria hops on her good foot with Daryl holding her arm so she can keep her balance before sitting on the stump. He silently goes over to the lawnchair by Carol’s tent and sits. Gloria looks over to Glenn who is standing beside her, overlooking everyone nervously. He spots Maggie who had just come out of the house, standing on the porch and gives a stern look to Glenn, shaking her head. He sighs and looks over to Dale who nods at him. Torn, Glenn looks to Gloria for support and she smiles reassuringly at him as she nods.

Taking a deep breath, he finally decides to do what needs to be done, “Uh guys...?” he starts, catching everyone’s attention, “the barn is full of walkers.”

Everyone freezes at his words, looking at him in fear and shock. Glenn looks around at the group nervously, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, waiting for someone, anyone to speak.

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Next Chapter

The news is out! Now they all know about the walker barn~ hope you all enjoyed the little fluffy moment between Gloria and Daryl, that was cute to write ehehe

In regards to everything that’s happening though, I really want to say I hope everyone stays safe and healthy, please don’t panic, we will get through this!

And as always, I would really appreciate any comments left for me! I’ll be replying to any comments in a new post because this is a sideblog!

#Daryl Dixon Fanfiction #Daryl Dixon X OC #Daryl Dixon X Original Character #TWD Fanfiction #The Walking Dead Fanfiction #Glenn Sister!OC #Glenn Sister!Original Character #Fated: S2: Chapter 3 #Fated: Season 2

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justjessame · 4 years ago

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The Deal Chapter 7

GREENE FARM~DAY AFTER DARYL’S NO GOOD VERY BAD DAY

I woke up next to Daryl in an actual bed! Feeling amazed at the luxury, after all the nap I’d taken during Carl’s trauma was more of the pass-out not aware type of sleep, I cuddled into Daryl’s side. The side he hadn’t pierced with one of his own arrows. I felt him shift under me and chuckled.

“You are the world’s worst patient, Daryl Dixon.” I whispered, glancing up at him. I’d managed, through sheer force of will, to get him to agree to a sponge bath after dinner. And I even convinced him to let me run back to our tent for a change of clothes for him. Now all the gunk and blood was clear from him, and I had a promise that he’d take advantage of Hershel’s offer of a shower, as soon as he was given the ok.

He groaned after my statement, looking down at me with his version of a pout. Which meant he was glaring at me. “And ya can be a naggin’ nurse, Jessica Grimes.” He grunted, softening his irritation by kissing my forehead. “Don’t know why I had to let ya clean me up last night.” He muttered.

I gave him a look. “As I recall, you didn’t seem to mind during that washing.” I raised an eyebrow as I remembered locking the door and taking my time to be very thorough.

Daryl shrugged, but I could see him fighting a smile. “It wasn’t completely horrible.” He answered, looking at the lace curtains covering the windows. “Might even let ya help me in the shower, since I’m injured and all.”

I laughed and crawled from the bed to find Hershel. I wanted to make sure that Daryl was ok to come back to our tent. He wasn’t going to rush, whether he liked it or not. I found the farmer on the porch, enjoying the morning. He assured me that Daryl would be fine to return to his daily routine, barring stealing another horse. I chuckled and thanked him after he told me Daryl could shower the next day.

Returning to the invalid’s room, I found Andrea offering him a novel and Daryl warning her that if she ever shot at him again, he “best be dead.” I nodded, and then looked up at her. “If you don’t know how to properly handle a weapon, perhaps Dale was right, and you shouldn’t have one.” I glared at her before she could open her mouth for one of her glorious retorts. “Leave.”

Daryl was watching me closely as I sat down on the bed. “She fucked up, Jessi, but we’ve all fucked up one time or another.” He said, taking my hand in his. “Let it go, I have.”

I shot him a look and he smiled. “Ever fuck up and nearly kill someone?” He just stared at me. “Because that’s what Andrea did. She couldn’t see through the glare of the sun, and she shot at you. She was aiming for that thick head of yours, Dixon. If she was better with weapons, you’d be dead. And so would she.” It was a statement and I meant every single word of it. “Jessi,” he whispered, clearly not expecting the force of my reaction to the situation. “Baby, I’m OK. She didn’t kill me, hell, I did worse to myself yesterday.” He was trying to calm me, but this was one topic that it wouldn’t work.

I pulled my hand free from his and leaned closer to his face. Cupping it between my hands, I stared into his eyes. “You’re not dead because of her lack of skill, Daryl. That’s not a win, not when I know Dad will insist everyone learn their weapons better. You’re not dead because Dad hasn’t had a chance to teach her up.” I sighed and ran my thumbs along his cheeks. “She isn’t right for this world, I know it, and it’s going to get someone killed.”

His hand slid to cover mine, holding me to his face. “Then we watch her.” He agreed. “We make sure that she doesn’t screw up. Jessi, you can’t just get rid of people because they’re-”

“Dangerous?” I scoffed. “That’s what Andrea is, it’s what Shane is. They’re both ticking time bombs, the only question in my mind? Which one blows first?”

HOURS LATER~OUTSIDE OUR TENT

Daryl and I had agreed to disagree on the Andrea situation. His let bygones be bygones made me want to scream, but I understood it too. This new life, with walkers trying to kill us, and people not much better, made some strong. Unfortunately, Daryl felt that we just had to train up the weakest to make them better suited.

I did agree with the sentiment. For instance, Carol would probably learn to survive. Dale? Well, Dale was pretty much a hippy type, but if it came to killing walkers, he was game. That was a mark in his favor. His fear of ending a human’s life, however, was going to end up problematic. People, I could tell, were going to be just as dangerous to us as walkers. I mean, Dad told us what happened in Atlanta with the “gang” he’d halved the gun supply with, and let’s not forget Dr. Jenner.

Here’s my list for people in our group who would probably learn to survive better: Daryl Dad Shane (that kills me to admit) Me Carl Glenn (he’d be higher on the list, but he wasn’t raised by my dad) Lori (iffy, she’s still a little timid) T-Dog Carol (once we find Sofia, or we put the poor child to rest, whichever) Dale (once his bleeding heart savior shit is put in its place) Andrea

That’s how it would work, in order of best chances to least. See who’s last? Yeah, because she’s not going to make it. Even if she learns, she’s going to still make the stupidest decisions and then we’ll be the ones to clean it up or take the hit. I didn’t share the list with Daryl. Because honestly, I think he might have taken it as a personal challenge to prove me wrong. That and his head would grow three sizes too big to fit through the door of the tent, since he outranked my dad in the pecking order.

He was happy to hear about the shower. Whether it was the actual bathing, or the fact that he was going to do his damndest to get me in that hot water with him, I’m not sure.

We spent the day listening as Dad planned to take the group shooting (told you so), and then work on the areas surrounding where Daryl found Sofia’s doll. Daryl, I was happy to notice, would be staying back with me. I begged off the shooting practice by holding up my bow to my dad. He laughed and rolled his eyes, but walked away without a fight. Daryl was watching me and I saw his interest in my response and I knew he was wondering if I could use a gun.

“I can shoot guns, Daryl.” I answered him before he could form the question. “My dad was a sheriff’s deputy in the south. Of course, I’m proficient in gun use.” I rolled my eyes.

He gave one of those gruff chuckles I loved. “Didn’t want to give yourself a little practice? Practice makes-”

“Perfect, yeah, I might have heard that before.” I watched his eyes grow darker at the memory of the last time I was told about it.

I ran over to the RV to see if Dale needed help with watching over us all on the roof. I’d rather be with Daryl, but I also knew that every little bit helps. It’s how I caught Glenn acting twitchier than usual and asking Dale if Andrea might be on her period because she was acting crazy.

He actually thought, and I quote, “I’m only asking ’cause it’s like all the women are acting really weird. And…and I read somewhere that when women spend a lot of time together, their cycles line up and they all get super crazy hormonal at the same time.”

I coughed and he realized that I was standing nearby. “I can attest that I am NOT currently having my period, but thanks for asking, Glenn.” I grinned at his blush. “Andrea’s off her rocker most days, as for the OTHER ladies,” I raised an eyebrow to remind him that I knew who he was thinking of, “I’m sure that’s not the issue either. We’re dealing with the apocalypse, dude, what did you expect?”

Dale grinned at me and agreed. “I’m gonna advise you to keep your theory to yourself.”

I nodded, “Telling a woman she’s PMS crazy brings out a whole new round of nuts.”

Glenn, far from looking reassured, looked more twitchy. What the hell?

“Want to tell me what’s going on?” Dale asked, and I nearly walked away, but thought I might want to hear the answer.

“You’re old.” Glenn started, and I closed my eyes at the poor boy’s tact. “You’re… you know things. So what if someone told you something that someone else should know…”

I rolled my eyes as Dale told him to stop being dramatic and spit it out.

“There’s...there’s walkers in the barn and Lori’s pregnant.” He spit it out alright, and I nearly did too. Fuck, WHAT?

“WHAT?!” I had to keep myself from screaming. They both remembered I was standing near them and who I was. “I’m guessing Dad doesn’t know?”

Glenn shook his head. I ran my hands over my face. Fuck, this was bad. Bad, bad, bad. Dale asked if he should speak to Hershel, and I considered it. Having Hershel explain himself to Dad would be MUCH better than one of us. I nodded. As for Lori? There’s no chance that baby is my dad’s. NONE. Great, a baby Shane. Unless Dad raised it. Wasn’t there proof that nurture was JUST as important as nature?

“About Lori,” Glenn started and I held up a hand.

“She can figure it out,” I said, trying to school my features from shock to whatever I could manage. I shook my head. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear this entire mess of a conversation. Dale? Do you need me to stand watch?” He shook his head and I walked away.

Finding Daryl sitting by our tent, I knew he’d be able to tell something was wrong, but I hoped I could distract us both. His smile made those damn butterflies in my stomach start up again. It was better than the nausea Glenn’s news made me feel.

“Wondered where ya got off to.” He said, patting the ground beside him, but I shook my head.

“Had to make sure Dale didn’t need help with watch.” I offered and he nodded. Standing he loomed by the tree he had been sitting against.

“Does he?” He asked, and I shook my head again. “So what’re we gonna get into all alone while they’re gone?”

I raised an eyebrow and was gratified when he rushed to me and smothered any further conversation with a burning kiss. I sighed into him, trying desperately to be careful of his wounded side.

“I’d really like to carry ya inside the tent,” he whispered against my lips.

I smiled at the thought of it. “If you screw up those stitches, I’ll catch hell from Hershel.” I giggled and took his hand. “Besides, I’m perfectly capable of walking with you inside the tent, Daryl.”

The others were gone, except Dale, Carol, Glenn, and the Greene family. And entering our tent, I watched as Daryl groaned and lay back on our sleeping bags. I knew this killed him, being at anyone’s mercy, even mine. Yet, I loved that he trusted me enough to allow it. I bit my lip and looked down at him, fully clothed and clean, thank God. I could still see the ear necklace and all the blood and gore from the day before.

“What’re ya lookin’ at?” He asked, his gruff voice husky and his eyes barely squinting to take me in.

I smiled and laid down beside him. “You, Daryl Dixon, I was looking at you.” I ran my hand up his chest, careful of the bandaged side. “And I was wondering something.”

I knew his eyes were closed without looking, because I felt him sigh into my soft touch. “What’s that?”

“Why was your mouth coated in blood yesterday?” I asked, sitting up on my elbow to look down at him. I saw him grimace slightly, ut-oh.

“I might of eaten a squirrel,” he stopped and wouldn’t look at me, “raw.”

Ugh, I thought, I’d kissed you yesterday and hadn’t even noticed. “Ah.” Was all I said, and I felt him twitch. “Remind me to never ask that question again.”

He chuckled at that. “So tough, but won’t even eat meat straight from the source. It was still warm-like.” He shook his head and met my eyes as I grimaced. “Should have warned ya, but your kiss was all I could think about on the way back.”

“I can’t fault that logic.” I smiled and leaned forward to kiss him again. When I pulled back, his eyes were more black than blue. “Since you’re injured, I should probably take care of you, right?” I asked, we had been so focused on our first night together that we’d never gotten to much more than the full act, so I wanted to be sure.

I watched his Adam’s apple bob with a swallow. He nodded and that was all I needed to get into caretaker mode. I gave him a smile and began kissing down his neck, flicking against his pulsepoint and feeling his hand run down my back and then back to my head. I kept going, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing each inch of skin that was exposed as the buttons fell open. His nipples were taunt, and I spent a moment enjoying each one before returning to my route. Down his stomach, nuzzling his bellybutton, and then my fingers found the button on his jeans.

“I probably shouldn’t completely undress you,” I whispered against his skin as I flicked the button open. “Just when I do, we’ll be called to defend the damn world.” I felt him chuckle as my fingers opened the zipper. “But I’ll make sure everything necessary to your recovery is bared to my attention.” His fingers slid under the tightness of my braid and I smiled against his pelvic bone. He lifted his ass long enough to free that part of him I was most concerned with, and then he was free. I hummed in approval. “Oh, I’m more than certain I can make you feel all better, Mr. Dixon.” I looked up to see he’d put his other arm under his head to get a better angle to watch me. I smirked at him as my tongue flicked against the head that had given me such pleasure in the bright light of the moon. “Just let me know if there’s anything that you need to make a full recovery.” And with that I engulfed him with my mouth, my hand moved to the base and together with my mouth and tongue, I worked him.

“Shit, Jessi,” he hissed, his fingers tangled in the depths of my hair. “Yeah, fuck, just like that.”

I moved slowly, then faster, then slower, making him moan and gasp. His hand in my hair tightened and I knew he was ready, but he did the unexpected, he yanked me from him. “Get up here, Jess.” He growled and my mouth met his with a hunger that was even more than the night before. “I need ya. All of ya.” He moaned against my mouth, and I felt his hands sliding down to my own jeans, undoing them and tugging. “Pull em off.” He ordered and I pulled back, kicking off my boots and ridding myself of my pants. “Now climb on top.” Demanding, I thought, but I was powerless to deny him.

I straddled him and then he snapped up into me. We both moaned at the feeling. We hadn’t thought it was right to try in Hershel’s house, in a stranger’s bed, but this, I rocked my hips and felt sparks between us, this was US. He pulled me back to him, so most of my weight was on him. I was trying to be so careful of his wound, but he wouldn’t allow it. Not now, not here, here we had to connect. And so, my covered chest was tight against his, even as he quickened his pace of thrusting. He swallowed my screams of pleasure as I was fed his own. And for the first time, but not the last, when we came, we didn’t part.

And for a brief moment, I forgot about the walkers in the barn and my newest sibling on the way.

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