#Shane screaming he’s killing me had me dead

[jesus-said-chill]

The genuine fear in their voices 💀

[heathermason6060]

Daryl Dixon x f!Reader: Together Apart Ch.2

Warnings/Mentions: History of abuse, neglect, strong language, mentions of character death, alcohol and drug abuse, ptsd, shared trauma, reader is cold, angst, fluff, eventual smut

Summary: Reader gives friendships a try, and the first signs of Daryl changing start showing after unexpected tragedy.

Notes: I love writing Merle and early season Daryl, I hope they're in character!

"I'm ten seconds away from blowing his goddamn brains out."

"Not worth the wasted bullets." Daryl watched as Shane stalked back up towards the Greene house. You scoffed and rolled your eyes when you saw him stopping himself from slamming the door, at least needing to respect Hershel gave him some restraint from being a complete piece of shit. You weren't sure how long that would last though.

"Can't fucking stand these people Daryl. He looked like he wanted to kill me."

"Ya called 'em a homewrecker. The hell'd you expect?"

The days would go by without pause, no matter how you all screamed and cried for just one minute, one minute to get it together and breathe. Everything was constantly changing, and it ended up making you colder. 

The Greene farm was a nice place. You enjoyed the chores you took on there, you got to work with the horses, the cows, and the old barn cat. He'd end up passing away after a while, which would have really upset you if it hadn't been such a peaceful death, he just fell asleep with a stomach full of deer stew and never woke up. 

Andrea's strange half admiration and half disturbed likeness to you strengthened at the time on the farm, which you didn't know how to handle. You'd always wanted a girlfriend, ever since your first one in 6th grade ended your friendship. Your mother had shown up to pick you up from school, so high on Percocet she could barely keep her eyes open. She rear-ended the father of your friend, he got pissed, she spit in his face, and he called the police. ‘My daddy says I can't hang out with trailer trash like you anymore.’ She'd told you the next day. 

You secretly liked the way Andrea looked up to you. It was nice having a woman think highly of you, or any adult for that matter. She would often ask for shooting practice, and you even let her try out your bow a few times. 

She kind of fucked up your budding friendship when she shot Daryl. If you hadn't been so busy helping him get up into the house you would have shot her in her foot, and that's not an exaggeration. You wanted to stay up in that room with him until he fully healed, willing to sleep on the floor just so you'd be with him at all times, but the insecure fear of being seen as weak and clingy prevented you from doing so. You were out in the woods most of those days, hunting or killing any dead you ran across.

It was almost humiliating the way people would update you on Daryl’s condition. At first it was just Rick letting you know he’d be okay, but then it was Maggie and Hershel updating you on his eating habits, how much he ate, when he ate, he was only in bed for a couple of days, but it felt like weeks. Each time someone would tell you the miniscule details of his day you’d respond the same way, ‘Why’re you telling me? I’m not his mamma’. If you could look past the embarrassment of feeling like a worried child, you would be grateful. 

Andrea unknowingly made it up to you when you heard her bitching at Lori in the kitchen once, apparently having enough of her ‘a woman's place is in the kitchen making life worth living, leave the guns to the men' spiel. You complimented her afterwards. 

“Been real sick of that shit.” You had said as you loaded your Ruger pistol. “She's lucky it was you who said it, I think I would've punched that bitch in the face if she said that bullshit to me.”

Andrea was almost too stressed over the Beth situation to fully appreciate the gravity of your praise. She nodded as she looked over the field, eyes squinting against the bright afternoon sun, her arms crossed over her chest. “All my life I've heard that kind of thinking from men. It's different when it's a woman telling you that you're not worth the same as a man. Especially when said man lied about her husband being dead and got in her pants right after.” 

You smirked, stuffing your gun into the back of your jeans as you looked her over. “Wanna go kill some dead people?” 

“Oh, god.” She groaned dramatically. “That's the best idea I've heard all week.”

After you lost the farm, you wound up at an old prison. That was one of the rare times you had allowed yourself to try and be positive, and forced yourself to make friends, although it was obvious all your relationships were strained. Andrea was the only person who had ever made an effort to get to know you, and she was gone. 

Shane’s death didn’t affect you much, truthfully you were glad Rick killed him. The constant tension and heated arguments drained you just as much as Dale’s annoying humanitarianism. You attempted being friends with Lori, Hershel, Carol and Beth, despite the young girl being your polar opposite. She was soft, pretty, sweet and bubbly, you were hard, mean, vulgar and distant. 

Which might be one of the reasons your relationship with her had started to work. Beth saw you as a challenge, like a mean feral cat, and deep down you saw her as a possible redemption. If you could become friends with Beth, the sweetest girl with the kindest heart, you could do it with anyone. 

Lori never trusted you, so you never got far with her. She would look at you with this look on her face, like you were always seconds away from cutting her baby out of her stomach or some twisted shit. You had cursed her out once for said expressions, calling her a stuck-up bitch who thinks every woman that isn't her is beneath her. She died a couple days later, and a part of you that you couldn't push away felt like shit about it, for a very long time.

The whole Governor shit was a pain in your ass. But it was a blessing in disguise, because he was the reason you were reunited with Merle. 

“I want to come.” You stood your ground, grabbing your Ruger AR-15 from its spot on your cell wall. 

“I said no, we’ve got enough concerns, we don't need to be worrying about you.” Rick tried to speak in a hushed tone, his intentions good, not wanting you to feel embarrassed if the others heard you being denied. They knew you seethed at the prospect of being told what to do. You didn't work well with others, that was glaringly obvious.

“I don’t need you to worry about me.” You hissed, tugging the heavy gun over your back so the strap dug into your shoulder. 

Rick repeated your name, using his angry father tone, and that seemed to work. Your shoulders drooped and you growled out a few insults under your breath. You missed when the group members had more say in the way things were. Rick had become more authoritarian after Lori died, and it never affected you until that day. 

When they got back you were waiting at the door, pacing like a mother in those movies whose children had stayed out too late. Your eyes brightened as they filed into the prison, you saw Maggie and Glenn were back, and Michonne had returned as well. 

Your anxious smile slowly faded as the door closed behind them, counting two missing bodies. 

“Where…?” You breathed, looking between Rick and Maggie, your heart racing. 

Rick started having a goddamn mental breakdown after that, screaming at the walls and pointing his gun at things only visible to him. Tyrese, the newcomer, and his group fled, and a part of you considered it as well. If Daryl and Merle were dead, you had no reason to stay. Especially not with Rick behaving like a fucking maniac and no one speaking to you. 

True to your nature, you abandoned the prison in search of the Dixons. You knew they couldn’t have truly left, they would never do that, they'd never leave and forget you. Especially Daryl. He had promised to you one night after you fully secured the prison, that he was the one thing in your life that would never change. He’d never die, he’d never leave, he would always be there. Not in those exact words, of course, but in his own way.

He had stayed true to his promise. You found the two of them on their way to the prison, traveling through the same trails you’d originally used to find the place. 

“Thought I’d never see you two assholes again.” The apocalypse had made you more skilled at hiding your true emotions. You came off as playfully irritated, a contrast to the way you were barely keeping tears at bay. 

“Awww,” Merle teased in a condescending tone, faking a pout, “You miss us?”

“No. Rick’s group makes you seem like a peach though.” 

“Our group.” Daryl’s voice had taken on a strange edge as he walked ahead of you down the trail. “Those are our people now.”

You glanced at Merle to see he was outwardly displaying your same reaction, rolling his eyes and silently mimicking his brother's words. 

No matter how happy you were to see the two of them, Daryl’s reply echoed in your head for a long time. He meant what he said, you could tell by the way he spoke. He was changing, you hadn’t noticed it until that day, he wasn’t the same Daryl from Atlanta, the Daryl you knew. You swallowed your retort and followed him back to the prison. 

The Governor shit was really a pain in your ass after that day, making your earlier experiences a walk in the park. Through the tense days you found yourself around Merle more, the two of you discussing the prospect of just getting the fuck out of there in hushed voices, despite you both knowing Daryl would never abandon Ricks group. It was like he had some sort of unknown obligation to them, something you couldn't decode for the life of you, no matter how hard you tried.

“You're gettin’ real close to bein’ a bonafide pussy, boy.” Merle had said one day, shoving his finger in Daryl’s face. You stayed silent as they argued, biting at the soft skin inside your cheek. 

“Why? Cause I ain't jus’ lookin’ out for myself no more? Cause I actually give a shit about these people?” Daryl standing up to Merle wasn’t a familiar sight, and it made you feel emotions you really weren’t comfortable with. 

“It’s making you weak, brother.” Merle urged, nearly slicing his own scalp when he went to put his hands on his head, the heat of the moment causing him to forget his right hand was now a weapon. “Can't you see it? I ain’t gonna let you die for these sheep.”

Daryl would soon come to regret his last interaction with his brother. You, on the other hand, were lucky enough to have had some peaceful final moments with him before he vanished. 

“Dude, that's my fucking bed!” You shoved Merle away from your mattress, groaning when you saw it shredded and ruined. You’d have to go to the other cellblock and get another, if he hadn’t already paid those cells a visit. 

Merle sat on the floor breathing heavily through his mouth, resting an arm over his propped up knee.

“The hell you do that for?” You grumbled, kicking a chunk of bedding out of your cell and into the hallway. 

“Hopin’ to find some contraband.” 

“Dude, you could’ve just asked me. Holy shit.” You grabbed one of your bags from the corner of your room and began to dig through it, finally pulling out Merle’s old stash bag. HIs eyes lit up and he practically jumped for joy, snatching it out of your hands.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, you know that?” He grabbed your face with his hand and noisily kissed your cheek, making you groan and shove him off. “Oh sweetheart. Whooo! Daryl know about this?”

“No, didn’t want him to know. I’m better at making shit last than him.” You replied. Daryl didn't like drugs the way Merle did, he had his run in with meth and its consequences and he was strong enough to quit and not touch it again. Other drugs were a different story though, you suspected the speed and painkillers would be gone by now if he had known you were the one who stole it.

He fished out the group of smaller baggies he was looking for, full of various shades of white in different textures. He groaned like he just creamed his pants and leaned over, planting another dramatic smooch to your forehead.

You stayed with him on the floor of your cell as he got high, and eventually he left to go ‘clear out the walkers in the tombs’, something you were happy to sit out on. He told you to stay back and you laughed, teasing with a ‘it's all yours, tweaker’. 

Even though your last moments with him were pleasant, you never forgave yourself for not accompanying him. 

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[lunajay33]

Change Part.8

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Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!

Part.7

•Masterlist•

After the events of yesterday the world seemed worse, if that was possible, the gore of blood and death, the screams still echoed in my head and not having Daryl around brought me back to feeling weak, like when I could protect myself against Jackson

“Ya okay Angel?” I looked up from my spot on Daryl’s bike as everyone around us finished packing up their belongings for our drive to the CDC, hoping to find sanctuary there

“Oh yeah I’m just……I don’t know D so much has happened lately I just don’t know how to handle it, I’m scared” his hand rubbed up and down my arm reassuringly

“I’ve always got ya, you and our lil ballerina, I know this ain’t what we wanted but we’ll find a home again” his words eased my worries just a bit

“Ya still haven’t told me how ya got that bruise, it’s darker now” he asked gently tracing the purple and yellow bruise that blotted along my chin and jaw

“Oh that….i was down by the water yesterday trying to ease my aching legs and umm….Ed came he wouldn’t leave me alone and well this happened, thankfully Shane was there before he could do anything worse” I could see the anger rise in his expression

“It’s lucky that sum bitch is dead or I woulda killed him myself”

“Can’t say I’m upset about how he died, but of karma in my opinion” noticing him unclench his fists and sigh knowing I hate when he gets upset because he always gets so worked up and it’s not good for him

He ran his fingers through my hair grazing my cheek

“I haven’t gotten ta tell ya how beautiful ya look, why’d ya cut yer hair?”

“I just wanted a change, thought with everything going on it would be better with short hair to deal with”

“Daryl you ready to go?” T-Dog asked from across the way

“Ya we’re ready” he loaded the bike in the back of the truck and we were all off on the road headed to the CDC

After hours of driving we finally made it, the sun was setting and the walkers were closing in but thankfully someone above answered our prayers and opened the doors, quickly making our way inside, Daryl’s hand never leaving my hip making sure I was in his grasp the whole time

Jenner showed us around, Daryl brought me into one of the rooms closing the door shut as we both slumped down on the bed

“God what a day” I sighed rubbing my belly

“Ya got that right sunshine”

“Wanna take a shower with me, it’s been a while” I smirked walking to the bathroom doors

“Ya don’t gotta ask me twice”

The feeling of his strong arms wrapped around me resting on my bump as the warm water rolled over us felt surreal, amazing

“I missed this, did this almost every night back in the old house” he groaned into my shoulder

“Me too, remember how nervous you were the first time we showered together, you were so cute” I laugh as I run my hand back through his hair

“I ain’t cute woman”

“Mmmhmm sure”

I had just gotten home from a late shift at the dinner, huffing as I threw myself on the bed kicking off my shoes letting my sore feet breath, my family was gone on a trip not having even invited me, not like I’d wanna go anywhere with them

Then my door bell rang, groaning I got up and answered my mood immediately brightened seeing it was Daryl

“D! What’re you doing here?” I asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist bringing us both back into the house

“Missed ya, I know how work gets ya stressed and all worked up”

“Well you certainly made my night better by coming” I said leaning back seeing his little smile that always made my heart jump

“Have ya eaten?”

“Not yet but I want to take a shower first”

“K I’ll wait here” I went to head to the bathroom when I stop with an absurd idea, turning back to him

“Actually do you maybe……I don’t know, shower with me?” His face exploded in red but he slowly nodded following me to the bathroom

After showering we got in more comfortable clothes and went down with the other for a proper meal, Daryl had fun actually letting loose around the others, it was nice to see

Helping him back to the room he slumped on the bed immediately passing out, that night we finally had a peaceful sleep knowing there was no walkers getting in this time

Waking up in the morning to see Daryl was already gone, probably eating his weight in food from the hang over, I changed back to day clothes noticing my tank top was rolled up my belly more, I must have popped that’s when I heard alarms going off, my moment of appreciation for my little baby was gone, short lived like every fleeting moment now

Running down to the main room seeing everyone gathered, quick to get to Daryl’s side

“D what’s going on?”

“The damn generators are empty this place is gonna blow and that sum bitch locked us in here!” He yelled

This can’t be the end, no please not yet, there was still so much

“We need to find a way out I can’t die, YOU CANT LOCK US IN HERE” I screamed panicking now, Daryl held me against his chest as I cried

“I’m gettin us the hell outta here” he took an axe and started smashing the door barely making a dent

With some convincing Jenner opened the doors, Daryl grabbing my hand quickly running off the the entrance, getting out and back in his truck again before the explosion

“I can’t do this Daryl, all this stress it’s gonna kill me” I hiccuped from all the crying soothing my hand down over my belly

“Hey don’t speak like that, I know it’s hard but we gotta keep goin just a lil more sunshine”

“Just a little more”

Part.9

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[cultofdixon]

A long road to recovery

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Her screams will forever haunt the archer especially with the visual aid permanently in his mind. But there’s only so much he could do for her • ANGST/SFW • TW: Femur Fracture / Major Injuries / Blood Loss / Mentions of Amputation

Requested by: Anon

In the Apocalypse, you’re going to face some threats that want to make it unsafe for your family.

First it was Shane, now it’s this man who calls himself “The Governor”

No one really encountered him until a ghost of the past decided to make himself present again. But even Merle didn’t know how far the Governor decided to go.

“We’ve got another hostage. 2 actually…more willing to give us answers”

“How are you sure?” Merle questions the Governor who only gave him an annoyed look before two other soldiers took the redneck by the arms detaching his blade. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“What I should’ve done the second that son of bitch yelled your name” and without a second thought, the governor knocked out Merle letting the men take him to what he had planned next…

After he tried to get more information out of the two he captured in the heat of it all…

Daryl and Y/N

While Daryl was chained to one side of the room blindfolded, Y/N was completely aware of their surroundings as she tugged at her own restraints. She saw what he did to Glenn and was afraid the same treatment will happen to Daryl.

“Please. We don’t want any trouble. Just let us go we were only following orders” Whatever needs to be said, Y/N. Without giving too much away.

“Mm. Oh but you did. You didn’t want to give us what we wanted to hear…now you’re just doing the same as them” The Governor knelt to her level grabbing her jaw harshly feeling and watching her resistance. “But this time I know exactly how to get it out of yea” he let go of her face before rising to his feet and snapping at the archer’s direction to let his men know to untie the blindfold resulting in a crazed enraged look from the man. “He’ll give me what I want”

Daryl scoffs knowing he’s not going to say a word, nor is Y/N. But the way the devil-like man smirked in his direction caused all his blood to run cold watching him wind up his fist that instantly landed itself against Y/N’s cheek.

“No! NO!” He shouted tugging against the restraints as every time he managed to stand, he would get knocked back down…continuing to watch every punch land on its target.

Eventually Y/N spat out blood avoiding eye contact toward everyone in the room. She brought her attention toward the Governor watching the anger spill out of him.

“All either of yea have to do, is tell me how fucking many of you there are. Then no more of this” His fists clenched listening to Y/N chuckle weakly hanging her head low as her jaw hurt too much to speak. He quickly grabs a fistful of her hair gripping onto it tight causing the tears to spill from her eyes. “TELL ME OR ILL FUCKING KILL HER”

The look in her eyes tells Daryl not to say a word. But every fiber of his being was screaming against him.

“Over my dead b-body…” He said with hesitation watching his anger spill out as the Governor tosses her to the ground bringing his leg up and harshly bringing it down on her thigh.

The crack caused an unbridled screech to escape her lungs as she now laid on her side not being able to control the pain filled screams just from her own movement caused by the break he had down. Daryl lost it. He couldn’t. He couldn’t anymore.

“I-I-I…There’s not m-many” Daryl sobbed. “Most of us are children and old folk…o-o-or too weak to fight” he screams out his sobs tugging harshly at the chains as Y/N’s screams over powered his. They were strong enough to fight. But he just. He needed something to be a lie.

“Good.” The Governor scoffs before driving his foot into her stomach for extra measure turning to the archer watching him fall apart but not share more. He got what he needed. “Get them up. It’s time”

As the big man makes his way out of the room, Daryl watches two men come in to grab Y/N as he couldn’t believe what he saw. Now his anxiety started to eat at him watching her get taken away and before he could fight…a sack was thrown over his head.

Now he’s lost

But it didn’t take long

For the sack to be removed and for his unrestrained self is standing beside his brother whom he thought was dead in an arena of sorts.

“Let’s get these walkers hungry YEAH?!” The Governor shouts with a huge smile as the cheering grew louder.

The Dixon brothers instantly turned to the sobbing mess that was Y/N and as she was dropped, the walkers were released on their chains. Without a second thought, Merle leaped the moment the walker tripped letting the undead sink its teeth into its metal nub before it got to Y/N. She looked up at him through a tearful gaze thanking him but also wishing she wasn’t in this position in the first place.

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“Merle you dumb bitch!” Glenn shouted at the eldest Dixon that ran through almost a sea of walkers to get to the building closest to the one the Atlanta group was held up in.

“He’s going to get himself killed” Andrea sighs watching this all unfold.

Merle dodged several walkers and right as he miscalculated how close one got, he felt his whole body get tugged into the nearest building. In a safe yet temporary hiding spot, Merle locked eyes with Y/N. The one his brother’s fancies.

“How the fuck did you sneak out of the clothing store?”

“I’m more useful than you fuckers think and I knew you wouldn’t make it quick enough before curfew” Y/N scoffs punching him in the arm resulting in an enraged expression. “What the fuck was I gonna tell Daryl if you became Walker bait?”

“That I’m one less problem for the pig back at base to deal with”

“Fuck Shane and what he thinks. Just fuck off and thank me for saving your life”

“Hell no! I’ll just save yea as my own form of thanks”

“You know I’ll take that as a thanks right?” Y/N rolls her eyes taking out a flash grenade she found from one of the tanks they scavenged a few nights ago, tossing it across the sea as the second it went off the two left that spot returning to the rest of the group.

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Once Merle killed the walker that almost got Y/N, a gun was met at his head by one of the other soldiers but he was met with a bullet that came from Maggie.

“LETS GO!” She shouts as Rick joined in the cover fire.

Daryl quickly ran to Y/N grabbing one of her arms to throw over his shoulder as Merle did the same with the other. Both carried her out avoiding the fire the best that they could.

“Steady”

“Don’t move her too much”

“The fuck happened?!”

“Son of a bitch broke her leg!”

Y/N tuned out all of their voices when they loaded her up in the car letting her take up the whole backseat which meant Glenn and Michonne would hold up in the trunk. But that didn’t happen right away.

What she didn’t know because the pain flooded all of her thoughts, Daryl left with Merle because of the whole “blood” spiel. No one can really argue with such, or really want to. They just. Didn’t want a piece of their family to leave.

No one wanted to tell Y/N but she got the idea. She knows Merle enough and knows what he’d done so it wouldn’t be sane of them to welcome him with open arms. She just wished her partner didn’t leave.

“What the hell happened?!” Carol shouts when Rick and Glenn were the ones carrying Y/N in as she still hadn’t controlled her painful outbursts.

“Get her in a bed and Glenn you know where the old pallets are? Take some wood pieces off and you, whatever you name is” Hershel gestured toward the prisoner. “We have duct tape anywhere?!”

It wasn’t the best splint but it would have to do. Hershel duct taped two blanks on other side of Y/N’s right thigh to stabilize the broken femur. A bone you should never break. He’s already told her if worse comes for worse, they would have to take the leg and she had a semi-easier recovery.

But that’s worse case scenario.

Right now Y/N laid uncomfortably, with a minor tremor whenever she tried to do anything else besides lay there in a pool of pain and sweat from the stress of said pain.

“Why’d you save her? From that walker?”

“The fuck you on about?” Merle scoffs. “Y/N? Oh because I have the hots for her” the sarcasm poured out him with those words. Daryl grabbed his brother’s arm harshly pulling his attention to him. “WHAT?! YOU THINK IMMA LET THE ONLY GOOD GODDAMN THING IN YOUR LIFE FUCKING DIE?! Hell! Why the fuck did you even leave with me? They ain’t ever gonna let me in and those Woodbury fucks aren’t gonna either.”

Daryl was left speechless and with that the silence just grew between the brothers until the youngest had about enough of their situation.

“You’re coming with”

“They won’t—-“

“You’ll listen to everythin’ they fucking have yea do. Even if that means being in a cell”

And with that the Dixon brothers returned and Merle was instantly put in the cell that they held Michonne.

Hershel felt the eyes on him as he was sat beside Y/N’s bed after scrounging up a sedative through the few pills the group scavenged from the farm to the prison. He quickly turned to the cell door finding Daryl standing there anxiously as his eyes were glued on her swollen thigh.

“She might lose it if we don’t figure out a way to get the swelling down. Good pain killers can help. Ibuprofen works best”

“Ice?”

“Like we’d manage to find any or hell, make it. The best for that are those ice packs in quick first aids. The ones with an activator that makes it cold.” Hershel checked her pulse out of an anxious habit because he didn’t know how strong the sedative would work on her. But given no tears and screaming, it did wonders.

“Didn’t Carl find all the med shit in this place?”

“Yes. But none of those ice packs. I’m glad nothing is bleeding or we would use the whole supply to cut her open, let the excess blood spill, then wrap and wrap until it stops”

Hearing all that didn’t sit well with Daryl as he had to step out coming face to face with Rick who came to check on Y/N himself.

“You alright?” The man seemed to never worry for himself at times.

“Nah. I won’t be until she is. I gotta go out there”

“Daryl. This Governor guy is on us and will know our scavenge points from what information any of yall gave. We have to take him down before it’s safe to go out”

Things only escalated with the Governor which at one time had them moving Y/N’s body so that they could trap the soldiers in a section to take them out. Merle also gave his life to try and solve the problem for them by killing the guy coming up unsuccessful. But when Daryl found his body, and his belongings, he found most of the med supplies one of the Governor’s trucks had. Including those ice packs.

Now in the rebuilding time, which meant the defeat of the Governor and infusion of the Woodbury folk…Daryl listened to Hershel with everything he instructed when it came to caring for Y/N while she wouldn’t be able to do much of anything. But something she tried to keep to herself was the pain becoming unbearable at night. They slowly started going on runs and developing a flow while making the prison a home, so meds come in very scarce.

She doesn’t have to keep a front just so they don’t run out of meds. They know what she’s dealing with.

Daryl entered the cellblock after taking a night watch the second Y/N fell asleep. But he was met with soft sobs escaping their shared cell. At first he thought someone was walking a fussy Judith but when he entered their cell he heard Y/N cry in a half fetal position hugging onto a pillow. The swelling gone down quite a bit but the pain was still unbearable and the break was going to take some time to heal.

“Sunshine, how bad is it?” Daryl whispers kneeling beside the bed resting his hand on her shoulder while glancing to her leg to make sure she’s trying not to bend it.

“It’s f-fine” Y/N sobbed hiding her face in the pillow so she couldn’t see the annoyed but worried look on Daryl’s face. “I-It’ll pass”

“Hun. Hershel said it’s best to take the pain medicine to help the healing process. This ain’t some addict shit—-“ Sometimes addicts who have surgery, refuse pain meds. To stay clean.

“It’s a rare resource” Y/N pulled her face away from hiding, feeling Daryl’s rough but gentle touch rest on her cheek brushing the tears that fell with his thumb. “I-I…I can’t use it a-all. What it—-“

“Nah. No what ifs. You need it. You ain’t gonna sit here and suffer. We’ll find more. When you’re better you can even help find more”

“Heh…like you’d let me out of the walls” Y/N softly laughs watching a twitch of a smile grace the corner of his lips as he rolls his eyes.

“Listen. As much as I wanna protect yea…after all we lost and shit…I don’t want to make yea hate me by keeping you confined longer than you already have”

“I could never hate you, Daryl. You just owe me a ride when I’m fucking okay again” She laughs whole heartedly this time giving Daryl a chance to lean into her pressing his lips against hers for a chaste kiss before getting up to get the pain meds and his canteen.

Daryl helped her sit up so she could take the pill and drink the water without spilling on her, but as Y/N was sat up he snuck his way behind her so that when she laid back down it’d be against him.

His comforting embrace

A long. Four. Months. Later.

The archer was working on his bike to prepare for an incoming run when he heard the familiar whistle coming from his girl. He quickly stood approaching her as Y/N made her way to him with a bit of a limp. You think a break like that will heal straight?

“Making your laps?”

“Yeah, I’ve been doing so for a month and wanted to see what my partner would be doing at this hour” Y/N smiles bringing herself close feeling Daryl’s arms snake around her waist as his eyes checked their surroundings of any bystanders. “Don’t worry. No one is watching”

“Mm. Like I care who sees me kiss my woman”

“Oh? Is that what I’m receiving while I’m here?”

“Oh I don’t have t—-“

“Just kiss me already, Dixon” Y/N smiles grabbing his vest carefully and pulling him down for her to connect their lips enjoying this moment. A moment she felt like she waited forever to have.

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So I got my mom into The Walking Dead and I thought I’d post about her journey so far.

Her favorite character is Judith hands down

She cried when Amy died

She screamed as much as Lori did when Judith was born

She was VERY interested in Daryl holding Judith

We got a scream when Patricia got mobbed, and an “oh, no…” when we learned what happened to Duane

Merle and Andrea were her least favorite characters until they both died — she hated the way Merle treated Daryl and she hated the way Andrea was always blinded by a dick. She was also terrified of Shane

She cried a LOT when Maggie was talking to Hershel while he was in his little leg coma because she lost her dad and it was hitting really hard

As of today we have

A shout when The Governor killed Martinez

A very loud gasp when The Governer killed Hershel

A full-body “OH, MY GOD!!!” when The Governor put down Meghan

Actually screaming at Rick to kill The Governor while they were fistfighting

A very loud “OH, NO” when she believed Judith was dead

She kept asking if Rick was dead while he was passed out in the house

We had a very interesting discussion about who was living in the house where Carl got the pudding. I thought it could’ve been some college kids/a college neighborhood and she thought it was a new family moving in. She even found some details that I missed!

A brief intermission so she could do work and the entire time she kept asking me about the prison bus that was supposed to have Glenn on it and she was REALLY upset that something might’ve happened to Judith

When we picked up at like 8 PM she was ELATED to discover that Judith was okay. Then she started yelling at Tyreese for leaving the kids alone to go help someone

She’s terrified that Lizzie is gonna hurt Judith because “that girl has issues”

Side note, when Daryl and Beth found that massacre and she saw the kid’s show she was like “ARE THOSE THE KIDS??? ARE THOSE ALL THE KIDS?!?!” Despite the walkers and corpses being grown adults

She just saw the bus she wanted to see so bad and she even didn’t realize that it was the same bus

This woman turned 53 yesterday and her TWD journey is just beginning. She is already distrustful of Terminus but I can’t wait to see how she reacts to them being cannibals

EDIT: Mom enjoyed the middle finger house fire 🖕

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Till THE DEAD do us part |Chapter 14

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story. This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

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Chapter 14: We’ll not lose each other

Summary: The group buries Dale and decide to honor his memory. The day that they would fulfill his wishes, chaos ensues and the day ends in fire, growls, screams and gun shots.

Warning; inner swearing, little angsty, mentions of violence, mentions of death, walkers are killed, grief, forgiveness. Minors do not interact.

Paining; Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s Sister)

Word Count: 2,151

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love. In this chapter we finish Season 2, I’d like to have written more about the final part, but honestly I thought it wouldn’t have anything that would make a difference in the story. Before the 8 months jump, I’m going to make some extra stories about them on the road.

The day wasn’t cloudy, but you felt just like it was. Everybody were silent, just talking when it was necessary. You did a funeral for Dale, everyone that wanted said a word about him. Rick decided to do things like Dale wanted and prove that you could be humans. When it all ended, you decided to talk to Andrea. You stopped her gave her a hug. “I’m sorry.” You said.

“For Dale or punching my face?” She asked a bitter smile on her face.

“Dale, and I have lost my temper very easily with you.” You broke the embrace, still holding her forearms. “The punches you deserved.”

“I’ve been reckless too, stubborn… trying to hurt others, just because I’m hurt.” She confessed. “I’m sorry.”

“Dale was important to everyone, but I know he had a special spot for you and Glenn. If you need anything, you can count on me, ok?” You hugged her one last time before each of you go your own ways. You were still upset at Andrea, but you realized you cared a lot for the people of the group and life was short. You’d hate if something happened to Andrea and you weren’t good.

Following this line of thought, you should also talk to Shane, but there was a whole different situation. You had already talked to him before and nothing worked, also after it he had hurt your blood brother, wanted his life for him… it, you couldn’t forgive. Not now, and you didn’t know if one day you’d be able to.

Hershel decided it’d be better if all of you moved to the house. He thought that more walkers would come because of the animals, also it was starting to get cold. You started to disassemble everything and bring what you needed to the house. As everything was kind of settled everyone started to do their chores around the house and organize all that needed to be organized.

Rick and Daryl were on the porch planning to take Randall to a town and leave him there. You wanted to go with them, but you couldn’t, they needed you around the house. Also, you knew they wouldn’t let you if you asked.

A long time had passed when Rick and Daryl decided it was time for them to take Randall to this other city and let him there. Rick asked T. to pick Randall so they could go, but T. came back worried saying that the guy wasn’t there. Holy Shit. All of you ran to the small room where he was locked, T. explained it was locked, no one forced it. It was very strange. Soon Shane came from the woods, blood and bruises on his face. Telling a story that Randall escaped the cuffs and forced him into the woods.

“It looks like not only you can’t identify vital signs, you also can’t fight against a slender boy like him. You’re not the same anymore Shane… thank God the world ended, or you’d have to retire.” You couldn’t hold your tongue inside your mouth and had to speak, because impossible nobody thought the same.

“I was taken by surprise, I wasn’t expecting.” He said and you tried really hard not to roll your eyes.

It was decided Rick, Shane, Glenn and Daryl would go in the woods to look for Randal, before they went you pulled Daryl aside. “Be careful, I don’t trust him. Everything he said, screams bullshit for me.”

“I know. I didn’t buy it too.” He said and he didn’t know what to do in the moment so he gave a little squeeze in your arm before entering the woods with Rick, Shane and Glenn.

It got dark very fast, and you couldn’t help the unease feeling while they didn’t come back. You stayed on the porch looking at distance for any sign of them. Soon Maggie joined you, nervous , fidgeting by your side.

“They’ll be ok.” You said, you didn’t know if it was for Maggie or for you. “Glenn and Daryl are badasses, Rick is a survivor, he survived when he wouldn’t. They’ll come back.” You side hugged her and she held your hand.

After some time Daryl and Glenn came back, you got inside the house with them, everyone waiting to know something.

“Are you ok?” You asked looking Daryl for any bruises, cuts, god forbidden bites and scratches. He had nothing.

“ ‘m good.” He looked at you, a little anxious to deliver the news.

“Where’s Rick?” You asked, worried.

“We thought he and Shane had come back.” Fuck. Did they separate? No.

They explained they found Randall, turned, and on top of that he wasn’t bitten. He had his neck broken. Shane. You knew it. But it didn’t answer why the boy turned if he wasn’t bitten.

You headed outside, you’d go with Daryl to find them. Worry consuming you. But when you got outside you saw something terrifying, a gigantic herd of walkers. You all started getting guns and setting plans to try ending with them, but you knew it was impossible, you’d need to fight them just so you could escape. You took one of the bigger guns and stood besides Hershel trying to protect the house and the ones that were still there.

Daryl jumped on his bike, Jimmy took the RV and together they tried to attract the herd to a place far from the house, Maggie and Glenn took a car to do the same while he shoot from the window and T. and Andrea took the truck, Andrea responsible of shooting the walkers.

The barn was on fire and you didn’t know who did this but you prayed it was Rick and not Shane, or both of them… but by all that happened you were afraid it would be only one of them. Everybody was running and fighting to get from the walkers and go to a safe place. Lori shouted for you and Hershel, but Hershel ignored. So you decided to stay there with him the maximum that you could, and try to convince him.

“Hershel, we need to go. There’s no way.” You tried reasoning with him while fighting the walkers.

“I’m not going. I’ll die protecting this land.” He stubbornly affirmed one more time.

“Don’t you think about Maggie and Beth? They need their Dad.” A walker fell in front of you as you shoot it.

“You can go.” He said one more time.

“I’m not going without you.” You said, and you didn’t want to, but it made you remind of what Dale did for Andrea.

Hershel’s ammo ends and he was going to reload his gun, there were too many walkers and you couldn’t cover him, when a Walker was too close and would bite him, Rick showed up and killed it. You pleaded Hershel to go with you, but it took Rick to convince him to go. You went to the car and you were relieved to see Carl, but… you thought Luna was with Carl. You couldn’t leave without her.

“Where’s Luna?” You asked before entering the car.

“She was with us, but she ran. I have no idea where she’s” Rick said, door open, waiting for you to go in.

“I’m not going without her.” You said turning to leave and go after her, but Rick was faster. He took you by your waist and pushed you inside the car, put the car lock and closed the door.

You tried opening the door, but it wouldn’t open. The fucker had locked it. Before you could go for the door on Carl’s side he started the car and left the farm. “No! Why Rick? Why?” You cried.

“I told you we wouldn’t lose each other, we’d not separate. I’m not letting you lose your life because of a dog.” He said, eyes on the road, hands firmly gripping the wheel. Carl hugged you and you hugged him back.

“It’s not a dog, it’s Luna. She’s my life.” You said turning your look for the window and crying all you could, trying to remain silent. Luna were with you in your worst, she was the one that made you smile again. A gift from your brothers and now, she was gone… lord knows where. You didn’t know if she was even alive. It wasn’t your fault, but you felt as if you were abandoning her.

“Maybe someone got her. We don’t know. You could stay and never find her. Let’s go to our meeting point in the highway. I’m pretty sure the others are going there too. It’s the only place all of us know.” Rick looked at you on the rearview mirror, he felt your pain, but he couldn’t go soft on you, he couldn’t have let you risk your life like that.

The rest of the drive was silent. The sun rose and you arrived at the spot where you left the sign for Sophia. She never got to find it.

All of you got off from the car. Hershel talked with Rick about he taking Carl and leaving to protect the kid. While that you followed Carl around, telling him to stay close. After some time, Rick talked about leaving, but before he could take any action, Glenn and Maggie arrived in a car, they got off and came to meet you. No Luna. The truck arrived with T., Lori and Beth. Again, no Luna. They were your last hope, It left Andrea, Carol and Daryl. You didn’t see Andrea and Carol around in the last minutes, so you didn’t know if they made it. Daryl wouldn’t bring her in a bike. Daryl, where was Daryl?

Some time after, Daryl arrived on his bike with Carol. You felt relieved to see them, especially Daryl. He stopped the bike close, Carol got off of it, Rick approached Daryl to greet him, he was happy to see he made it. Daryl got off the bike and you didn’t waste any second and hugged him. He didn’t waste any second to hug you back, damn the fear of being judged about PDA, you just survived a hoard of Walkers. He was relieved.

Nobody saw Andrea, Daryl wanted to go back for her, but Rick didn’t allowed he said it was too late to find her. The group decided to continue their way on the road. Daryl saw on your face that you had cried, but he decided not ask about it. He didn’t see Luna around, but he thought it’d be better if he didn’t ask anything in the moment. “Are ya comin’ with me?” He asked.

“Yes, of course.” You answered and as soon as the group parted from the highway you were on Daryl’s bike holding onto him and resting you head on his back. ‘And to think that last time we were leaving he made some excuse to not take me.’ You thought and also felt that there wasn’t anything more comfortable than being with him.

BONUS SCENE:

Andrea was left alone, everyone had taken the cars and she had no way out of the farm. She tried calling for Rick to wait for her, but she wasn’t heard. Her only option was to flee from the farm by herself. She took the guns bag from the ground, at least she was armed and could defend herself she moved in the woods trying to go opposite from where the walkers were going, even though she knew she would find walkers eventually, but she hoped not so many.

Deep in the forest she heard a bark and when she looked she saw a german shepherd, the dog from her mate from her group. The dog was barking at a walker, keeping distance but ready to attack. Andrea took a gun and shoot on the walkers head, making it fall motionless to the ground.

“I see you were also left behind.” She said getting closer to the dog and petting her. “I think it’s just you and me now girl.”

The dog was happy to see the face of a friend after seeing so many ugly faces of the walkers, she bumped her cold nose on the human hand to show her appreciation while swinging her tail.

“Come on, Luna. Let’s get out of here.” She said continuing her way into the woods trying to survive and who knows maybe re-encounter her group again.

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Tomorrow: Shane's Journal

I had this idea for a long time, and that idea was to write 5 journal entries going through important time stamps of Shane's life. These entries are written through the lens of Shane himself, almost as if he actually wrote them. Nothing stated in here is 100% cannon. These are all simply headcanons I have of Shane and his life, and i hope you all enjoy it!

For clarity, I think Stardew takes place in 2016, given that's when it was released, and i also hc Shane to be 35, so he was born in 1981 in this fic. A little bit random, but that's just something to chew on.

Tw: This fic goes over very sensitive topics such as suicide, mentions of self-harm, shootings, depression, alcohol addiction, childhood trauma, and a lot of Atheism.

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September 8th, 1996

Hey god, if you're listening, why are you doing this to me? I've tried and tried and tried all I could, all day, every day. No matter what people threw at me, I still fucking took it because I didn't want to end up being a dead beat like my stupid fucking father. I'm sorry. I'm angry. What's the point of fucking living if everyday I'm in goddamn pain, and If all my nights are spent sleepless as I sob? I've prayed and prayed and prayed for things to get better, but nothing is getting better, and I want to die. The only thing good in my life right now is my gridball team. My parents don't fucking love me, I'm a failure to everyone I know. I'm starting to think this world would be better off without me.

God, please, help me. Guide me to a newfound happiness, please. I can't go on like this anymore. I want to have hope, I need to have hope. It's what Marnie tells me every day. But I can't if things continue to go to shit. Well, im going to lie down now. Tomorrow is a new day... right?

- Shane .H

September 10th, 1996

You're a liar, you're a fucking liar. Screwed up, fucked up, arrogant, selfish liar. I was blind to your lies, deceived by the promised hope of a good life, and yet you took my hope and smashed it against the wall. I hate you. I hate all of you. I want to cut myself and die as I bleed out.

Everyone is turning against me. Ethan wasn't there for me when I told him to stay outside my aunt's house last night. My mother tried to kill me last night, and my father wouldn't dare to bat an eye at me. I don't know what I fucking did to deserve this. Mom hurt Marnie. Everyone was screaming, I felt like my ears were going to bleed. I ran away. Mom tried to throw a knife at me, so I ran away. Ethan got me high before that and was supposed to stay outside of Marnies ranch for me incade anything happened, but he fled afterward.

They had told me they didn't want me at Marnies house anymore when they were gone. But I couldn't stop myself. They hadn't been home in a week, and I needed comfort. They are always fucking gone they are always never home or.... used to not always be home.

I stayed at Micheal's house last night. I went back to Marnie's this morning. My parents killed themselves an hour after I left. They did it in front of Marnie, and she couldn't do anything to stop them. They wouldn't listen to her. Marine is going to be my guardian. We're going to make frequent trips to Zuzu city for our therapy sessions.

I don't think I'll be going back to school. I hate myself. I hate my life. My parents died because of me. I wasn't a good son, I never was. Maybe if I had been better and didn't get high, sneak out, or get bad grades all the time, they would have loved me. But if there's anything I hate the most at the moment other than myself, it's you, God.

- Shane .H

November 27th, 2010

I thought I was getting better. I thought things were going to be okay. I haven't taken therapy since I was 20. I'm gonna need it after today because I'm having the biggest downward spiral since 1996. I started to believe again. I started to read the Bible and pray because things were getting better, but all of this shit coming back to me tells me that there is no God up in the sky. It's a joke. A stupid dumb lie that innocent people like myself get mind-fucked into believing is real. But it's not. It's a load of fucking shit.

God took away everything that I have ever loved in my entire life and hollowed out my soul until I was nothing, and left me with stupid fucking priorities that I can't fucking handle! I didn't want a child. Not now, not ever. This child isn't mine. How am I supposed to fucking provide for her, if I'm working 9 hours a godamn week at a fucking grocery store? Damn it. Damn it all to hell.

One second, I'm at a fair with my two best friends i haven't seen in years who are parents now, the other second they're killed in a shooting and I'm stuck with their fucking kid!

I don't want this, I don't fucking want this at all. Kill me, please, God. I can't even write this with how shaky my fucking hands are. I wish I never crossed paths with Micheal, even if it's been 12 years since I've seen him. I can't do this. I can't go on anymore. Tell me one reason why I shouldn't put a bullet in my head like my fucking parents did?! Fuck you, and fuck your stupid fucking cult, and fuck your beliefs, and fuck it all!!!

- Shane .H

December 23rd, 2016

I love you, Marnie. I love you, Jas. I love you, Michael and Alejandra. I love you, Mom and Dad. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm a failure. All I've ever done to you all was bring you pain. I'm a dead beat. I don't deserve your kindness or your patience. I'm a fat, alcohol addicted, low-life, dick face who's never made any achievement in life. I can't even get myself out of bed in the morning. I black out almost every night from drinking too much. I could never get a good job here in the fucking town.

My life has brought me nothing but pain. Nobody wants someone lin their life who can't even do something as simple as brushing their teeth.. I'm nothing but a mere parasite, eating away at people's lives.

I'm sorry, im sorry, I'm sorry, but today is the day.

You won't have to deal with me anymore, and I can finally be free from this never-ending hell.

Goodbye, world.

- Shane .H

December 23rd, 2018

2 years. I've been sober for 2 years now.

On this day, two years ago, I tried to end my life. I almost drank myself to death, but a farmer noticed me near the cliff and supported me. They brought me to a hospital, and I went back to Zuzu city to try therapy again. It's still embarrassing when I think about it. Those memories don't make me nearly as sad anymore, I just get... kind of embarrassed. It's like... wow, I was like that? What an asshole, hehe.

Well, my sobriety isn't the only thing I'm proud of.

Jas is eight years old now! I finally saved up enough to move out of Marnies and into the city. I got a new job, and I have a cousin here who is watching over Jas during the day after she comes home from school. She has a lot of friends now and is boy crazy... oh dear, I still don't like the thought of that. My hours aren't the best, but it makes me money and keeps a roof over our heads. I work on service tech. I didn't know I liked cars so much, haha! Everyone there is really cool and nice, and it's helped me with coming out of my shell a little bit.

On holidays, me and Jas go back to Stradew Valley to see Marnie. We have frequent calls with her, and I also make sure to pay the farmer a visit. Jas and I bake them cookies as a thanks for literally saving my life. Sometimes she eats them in the car...

Well, anyway, I start work in a little bit. Just wanted to let everything all out. Today is a new day, after all.

- Shane .H

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angel of small death, chapter three

Daryl x OC Slowburn

Summary for entire work: Piper, a 19 year old girl, alongside her 16 year old sister, Dina, are thrust into a dead-infested wasteland of the world they once knew. Having had a difficult home life before turn, will this new world be a sweet release?

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It’s been hours since the group left to go get Merle back and the camp was tense; not sure if they were okay was getting to everyone, especially Lori. Amy and Andrea decided to go onto the water and go fishing for the camp to have later and managed to catch enough to fill everyone’s stomachs and help to distract everyone for a while from the fact that our family and friends could be dead right now. I can’t help but think about the Dixon brothers…I mean what would I do if Dina was chained to a roof by a stranger? Is he alive? He would definitely kill Rick for chaining and leaving him there- what about the others? What if-

 “Hey, you listening to me?” Dina snaps me out of my thoughts as we continue to prep the fish for the fire in front of us, “I said we should ask Amy and Andrea to teach us how to fish like this; we would be set for life!” She half jokes and glances up at me, “Are you alright?”

I stop and think quietly to myself, am I?

“I’m fine.”

After a while as it gets dark everyone is distracted and enjoying themselves with the fish feast, but I cannot bring myself to feel anything but alert as everyone chats amongst themselves. I hear a twig snap behind us in the woods and my head spins towards it, wide eyed, however everyone else seemed unphased and in their own bubbles of conversation to notice that something was wrong. Turning back to the group I continue eating my fish and try to listen in on the conversations around me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of anxiety.

“…Jeez you try to be discrete around here…” Amy jokes as she gets up to go to the RV and we all laugh. She disappears into the bathroom for a minute, and I chat with Dina, only to be interrupted by Amy reemerging, “We’re out of toilet paper?” she asks in disbelief and as we turn our heads up to her a walker approaches and bites a chunk out of her forearm.

All we hear are screams, and walkers are suddenly surrounding the camp and closing in on us as I get Dina and myself up. I protectively grip my knife with one hand and hold her behind me with the other. It all happened so fast but before I knew it other members of the camp were being eaten alive to both sides of me.

“Get over to the RV, now!” Shane shouts out to everyone. I grab my sister’s wrist and drag her alongside myself, making our way over to him, however as we are running, I feel myself being dragged backwards and the sudden motion has me landing flat on my back, winding myself. Writhing on the ground and gasping for air I smack the ground trying to feel for Dina’s hand but only feeling the dry grass. Then I hear her scream- bloodcurdling. And then a gunshot over my head. I get up onto my hands and knees and fight through the pains shooting through my back.

“DINA!” I cry out and throw my body towards hers, which is covered by a walker that she is holding above herself, watching her arms buckle I try to get to her as fast as my crawling body would let me. I stop in my tracks as an arrow pierces the head of the now dead and lifeless corpse that is now collapsed onto Dina. I look up to see that Daryl, as well as the others that went to get Merle, have arrived without him and are now saving us from being devoured. Daryl makes his way over to us both and holds a hand towards me, seeing me struggling to catch my breath still, and I take it, pulling myself up awkwardly close to his face making both of our cheeks flush shades of pink feeling his heavy breathing on my face. I look down towards my feet and clear my throat stepping back and towards Dina, who is now standing up slowly, helping her stand next to me. All three of us look around at the surrounding carnage as a few people take out the final few walkers. The camp is suddenly silent again aside from quiet sniffles and tears from a few people.

“Thank you.” I say quietly towards Daryl as I hold my now crying sister close. He nods to me but doesn’t meet my eyes, walking away from us and towards everyone else.

I don’t get any sleep all night as I spend the night in the tent with Dina, who is sleeping like a rock. It was so close to her…It almost got her…if it wasn’t for Daryl then she would have ended up like Amy- oh god, Amy. The stress and shock from the attack had distracted me from the gore of Amy dying. She got tore apart in front of us all- in front of Andrea. That almost happened to us.

I decided to leave the tent and to join everyone else in the middle of the camp, trailing off on my own to find Daryl, who is now stabbing the heads of those who were bitten and were now dead.

“Hey, Daryl?” Awkwardly I approach him and he continues stabbing the dead in the head. He just grunts in response. “Thank you, for saving us- for saving her- it means the world to me.” He doesn’t look up and continues stabbing their heads.

“That it?” He asks grumpily, clearly frustrated.

“Yeah…sorry for bothering you…”I turn and begin to leave but feel an urge to say more.

“I’m sorry ‘bout your brother.”

It goes quiet as I hear that he stops stabbing for a moment.

“'Is what it is.”

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A/N sorry about the delay guys ive been super busy but i hope you all enjoy this!

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SKELETONS | ch. 15

daryl dixon x f!oc

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Summary: After the incident at the barn, the group is left in a state of sorrow and disrepair. Iris takes it upon herself to fix it, though not without a little trouble. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; group conflict, grieving family members, car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, no deer were harmed in the making of this chapter, daryl is pissed, alpha male bullshit and it shows

Chapter 15 - Saviour

Carl ran back to the house, Beth sobbing in Jimmy’s arms. She pulled from her boyfriend, collapsing down to her knees at her mother’s side.

“Ma…” She whispered, pushing another body from her mother’s corpse and turning her to face the sky. Beth screamed as the walker snarled, grabbing and yanking at her hair. Iris’s reflexes acted before she could think, and the knife whispered past her fingers and into the walker’s skull. Beth sobbed as she scurried back in the dirt, Jimmy and Patricia pulling her away. Iris stepped forward, pulling the knife from its skull.

The Greene family started the slow walk back to their house, not bothering with any words.

“We’ve been out, combing these woods for how long, and she was in there all along?” Shane asked, walking after them. Rick jogged to catch up, to keep him behind, but Shane was nothing if not a complete pain in the ass. “You knew!”

“Leave us alone!” Maggie yelled.

“Shane, just stop, man.” Glenn called.

“Get your hands off me.” Shane hissed, ripping from Rick’s grip. “You knew and you kept it from us!”

“I— I didn’t know.” Hershel croaked.

“That’s bullshit. I think y’all knew.”

“We didn’t know!” Maggie insisted.

“Why was she there?” Shane asked, following them all the way to the porch. Hershel turned around while the others went inside.

“Otis put those people in the barn. Maybe he found her and put her in there before he was killed.” Hershel offered.

“You expect me to believe that? What do I look like, an idiot?” Shane asked. Iris couldn’t handle it, turning around and walking back to the camp. She grabbed a bottle of water, downing the whole thing in one go. She looked down, seeing her knife in her hand, still dripping with brown, rotten blood. She wiped it on the grass before placing it back in it’s sheath.

She just kept thinking about the noise. All those gunshots. They’d have drawn every walker out for miles. Iris glanced over, seeing Andrea covering Sophia’s body with a blanket. She turned back, making for the RV, where Carol was sitting at the table by herself. Iris knocked before she went in, Carol glancing to her before facing out the window again. She took that as permission to come in, sitting herself down across the table, following her gaze. 

After a few hours, Daryl came and knocked on the door, looking up at Iris. She pressed her lips together.

“They’re ready.” He said softly. Carol shook her head just slightly. “C’mon.”

“Why?” She murmured, looking up at Iris.

“‘Cause that’s your little girl.” Daryl replied. She shook her head firmly this time.

“That’s not my little girl. That’s some other… thing.” She hissed. There was a long beat of silence. “My Sophia was alone in the woods. All this time, I thought… she didn’t cry herself to sleep. She didn’t go hungry. She didn’t try to find her way back. Sophia… Sophia died a long time ago.”

Daryl didn’t like that answer. He exhaled sharply through his nose and went back outside. After a few minutes, Iris extended her hand across the table, palm up. And after a few more minutes, what felt like an eternity, Carol took it.

-

When it was time to say goodbye, after they all had been buried, Carol sat outside in a field, sitting in front of the blooms of a Cherokee Rose. Iris joined the others and said goodbye, even though she and Sophia had never spoken. Daryl was taking it particularly hard.

Dale, Andrea, and T-Dog started to load the other walker’s bodies into the bed of Jimmy’s truck, to be taken to be burned. Daryl had disappeared, but Iris spotted him against the ruins of an old stone building, whittling sticks. But the world moved on, and so must they.

“Iris? Iris?” Lori called, running out of the farmhouse. Iris looked up from cleaning her knives. “Beth’s in some kind of catatonic shock. We need Hershel.”

“He’s gone?” Iris asked, frowning.

“Rick and Glenn went to look for him. I… would you go into town to bring them back? Please?” Lori pleaded. Iris sighed, looking over at Daryl and his angry whittling. It would be stupid to go alone, and most everyone was otherwise occupied. And there was no way she’d venture over to ask Shane.

“Alright.” She breathed. Lori thanked her profusely, running back inside the house to check on Beth. Iris huffed as she pulled herself to her feet, trudging across the field toward Daryl.

“Daryl?” She called. He grunted and she made a face, walking closer. “You sharpening your pitchforks?”

“What?” He asked sharply.

“I’m going into town to get Rick, Glenn and Hershel. Apparently Beth’s in some kind of catatonic state.” She explained. He grunted again. Iris huffed. “Will you come with me?” She asked pointedly.

“The bitch went window shopping. If Lori wants him she should go fetch him herself. We got better things to do.” He grumbled.

“Oh, do we?” Iris scoffed. “I don’t. We’ve been in decision limbo for the past week or so. Nobody’s doing anything about anything, and I’m tired of it.”

“Listen to me, Iris, we were out looking for that little girl every single day. I took a bullet and an arrow in the process. Don’t you tell me I’m not doing nothing. You want to kill yourself for someone else, have a nice ride. I’m done looking for people.” He hissed. Iris stuck her tongue in her cheek, trying to keep herself from chewing him out and making him angrier.

“Lori’s pregnant, Daryl. She can’t go looking for him in case something happens.” She explained lowly.

“So that means I should? Olive Oyl should learn to do something for herself once in a while. Just ‘cause she’s pregnant don’t mean her life’s worth more than anyone else’s.” Iris snorted at the nickname.

“Don’t do this, please? We’ve lost enough people, Daryl, we don’t need to lose you—“

“That ain’t my problem neither.” He snapped. “Lookin’ after you ain’t my responsibility.”

“Cute.” She stated simply, spinning on her heel to head back to the camp and gather her things. Dangerous or not, she’d find them. Hell, she’d been living on her own in Atlanta for months. If Daryl didn’t want to help her, that’s fine. She’d do it her damn self.

Iris found a car a little ways down the road and hot-wired it, happy to see enough gas to get her from town and back without trouble. She had a map on her, eyes flicking upward every so often to keep her from doing something stupid. Yet when she was about halfway there, a deer jumped out into the road anyways. She inhaled sharply in surprise, jerking the wheel to the side in order not to hit it. 

The car spun off of the road and flipped, landing upside down with a loud crunch.

-

Iris awoke again in the dark, to the sound of someone scratching at the car door. She opened one eye, wincing at the throbbing pain in her skull. She was incredibly irritated. At the car wreck, sure, but more-so at the fact that now she’d have to tell Daryl that he was right. And she hated being wrong. She reached up, feeling her head for wounds and bringing her hand away covered in blood. Head wounds were the fucking worst. In the past, she’d just tied on her bandana and that seemed to stop the flow, but that wasn’t much of an option at this point.

“Fuck.” She hissed. The walker in front of her started to press his face through the broken windshield, the edges of the glass catching on his skin and peeling it back from his skull. She recoiled, unbuckling the seat belt and pulling herself into the backseat. She pushed the opposite door open, kicking the door out when it got stuck, and pulled herself through.

Her boots hit the ground and she checked her belt for her knives. All present and accounted for. This situation was exactly why you strapped knives all over you. They wouldn’t move, even in a car accident. A pair of arms wrapped around her and she shrieked in surprise, shoving the walker backward. It peeled her jacket from her shoulders but she slid one arm out, managing to grab a knife and jam it into the walker’s eye. She pulled her jacket from his hands and slipped it back on, the sleeve now ripped.

-

Daryl watched the members of the group exit Hershel’s farmhouse after they finished dinner. He noted Iris’ absence and walked to her tent, grumbling to himself. He was trying to apologize and she didn’t have the damn courtesy to be there at all?

“Iris?” He asked lowly, standing outside her tent. He waited for a moment, hearing no movement or shuffling from the inside. “‘m comin’ in.” He mumbled, pulling the zipper down. He frowned when he saw that the tent was empty, standing back to his full height.

“Hey, Shane, you seen Iris?” Daryl called as Shane stalked across the campsite.

“Nope.” He called back shortly, shuffling into his own tent without turning back.

“Where could she have gone?” Lori asked, frowning down at her son, who was looking around for her. Daryl then realized that Iris probably decided that she was more than capable of going on her own, even if he had told her to get lost. Especially if Lori had asked her to do it.

“Damn it.” Daryl mumbled. “Dumbass.” He jogged over to his own tent, grabbing his crossbow and hooking it over his shoulder. “Went off looking for Rick.”

“On her own?” Lori asked, horrified. Carl scowled, adjusting his hat on his head as he turned toward the road.

“Yeah, ain’t that what you asked her to do?” Daryl growled in annoyance. He moved over to his bike, starting the engine and revving the motorcycle loudly. The tires skidded across the dirt as he pulled away from the farm, leaving the rest of the camp standing and watching in shock.

He drove faster along the road than he usually would, enjoying the excuse of open roads and no laws. It wasn’t long before he found the flipped car in the ditch, with a few dead walkers laid across the road. He left the bike running but stepped off, pulling out his crossbow as he kicked the walkers, ensuring they were dead. She wasn’t inside the car, and she was nowhere around the road or in the immediate vicinity. She could have ducked into the trees, but it was harder to see in the dark in the forest. More dangerous, too.

“Iris!” He whispered sharply, not wanting to draw any more walkers than he already would. He paused, listening to the cicadas in the hot summer heat. In the distance, he heard the far rumble of gunshots and his frown deepened.

Daryl got back on his bike, continuing down the road. She couldn’t have gotten far on foot, even if she wasn’t injured. The car looked like it had been flipped for a bit, but there was no telling how long she stayed there for. Good thing he was a damn good tracker. It was another five minutes before he noticed a silhouette walking along the side of the road, a ridiculous amount of knives strapped to her legs and hips. He pulled the bike to a stop in front of her, scowling as she stopped, folding her arms.

“You good?” He asked.

“Think so.” She replied simply. 

“You sure? Pretty nasty wreck.” He pulled out a flashlight, shining it in her face, over her limbs. Either than maybe a mild concussion, she seemed okay. There was dried blood on her forehead, but the wound had already clotted. “C’mon. Get you back to camp.”

“No. I told Lori I was gonna find Rick and Hershel, so I’m gonna find them.” Iris refused, pulling away from him. He reached out, taking her elbow in a firm grip.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed out here, doing shit for other people.”

“If we don’t do shit for each other, there’s no difference between us and them.” Iris hissed, gesturing to their greater surroundings. “I know you’re pissed about Sophia, and so am I, but there’s nothing we can do about it now, except make sure nobody else from our group dies.”

“Yet you’re out here, making me come get you—“

“You wouldn’t have had to if you’d come with me in the first place!”

“Sounds like some blackmail bullshit.” He grumbled. Iris scoffed, folding her arms. “Look, I don’t know what’s your problem, I’m out here saving your life!”

“Oh, god, my hero!” Iris cried sarcastically, mimicking… well, Olive Oyl. “I didn’t ask you to come save me! I have been on my own for months. I am perfectly happy being alone.”

“You don’t know what to do with yourself. You said it yourself, you’re just itching for something to happen.” He replied, huffing in frustration. “Well, here it is. Somethin’ happened, and now you’re needin’ my help! You’re not my responsibility!” Iris said nothing, sticking her tongue in her cheek while he yelled. He scoffed, throwing his arms up in the air, but he didn’t miss the way Iris flinched as he raised his hands. Yet, she stared him down fearlessly, the wrath of God behind her eyes, and heard whatever he had to say. Hard as nails, she was.

“I never said I was. Go back, Daryl. If it means that much, you should have left me to rot.” Iris hissed. She made to turn on her heel, to continue on the way to town. Maybe she could hot-wire another car— Daryl stopped her, his hand on her elbow again. 

They stared at one another, one glaring at the other and vice versa, for about five minutes before either of them broke away. Daryl’s gaze shifted as a walker shuffled out from between the trees at the edge of the forest, quick reflexes and a bolt from the crossbow and it was on the ground. He turned back to find her still staring at him.

“C’mon.” He mumbled, jerking his chin at the bike. She stared at him for a moment more before he got onto the bike, shifting forward a little and sat, simply waiting. Wasting gas, making noise, idling in a world facing the threat of— well, global warming wasn’t really an issue anymore, was it? There were barely any humans left to do anything.

For some reason, it felt like Iris was admitting defeat as she succumbed to her headache, getting on the back of Daryl’s bike. She kept as separated from him as she could, holding onto the back of the seat as he pulled off down the road, back to the farm.

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Chapter 5: The Quarry

Series: Way Down We Go || Season 1 Word count: 2,8k+ Pairing: Rick Grimes x Female! Reader; Shane Walsh x Reader; Daryl Dixon x Sister! Reader Warnings: usual twd themes A/n: I’m sorry that this one is shorter. It’s kinda a filler chapter just so I can set the scene and get back into this series. I still hope you enjoy it! <3 If you’re not on the taglist but you’d like to be added let me know!

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It all happened so quickly that you could barely remember how you found yourself lying in the back of the pickup truck, pressing down on the gnarly wound on your side with all the force left in you. The blood kept running down your body, seeping into the seat and leaving a nasty stain that’ll probably stay there, forgotten for the rest of your days.

“Ya ain’t bleedin’ out in my car, Baby,” Daryl declared confidently, but his voice reached your ears, muffled by the constant ringing in your head.

You felt lightheaded and could barely think—speaking wasn’t even an option. You let out a quiet grunt in response, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head when the car swayed and bumped on the uneven road. The pain was unbearable, the worst one you’ve ever experienced in your life, but to be fair, you’ve never before been impaled by an arrow. Just the thought of it made the situation you found yourself in just a few hours ago play back in your head.

You could hear the groans of the undead again. You could feel the air thickening and the persistent pulsing of adrenaline in your veins. And when the infected surrounded you, the forest became their playground—a dangerous maze for your group of three.

Daryl ran over to you, grabbed Merle under his other arm, and helped you drag him forward while the latter yelled over and over again how you were all fucked and dead already. His words only made you clench your teeth, tears blurring your vision while you hauled him forward as fast as you could.

You remembered how at some point, you were too tired to get going, so Daryl took all of Merle’s weight onto himself, telling you to get your rifle off your back and shoot. You quickly realized that there were too many of them and the car you left behind was your best shot at escaping.

While you put yourself together and killed off a few stragglers that got too close, Daryl doubled back toward the camp without a word, and you followed in his steps, watching his back.

Going back to the clearing only seemed to worsen your situation. You found yourself stuck between two groups of infected in the middle of the night.

The last thing you remembered was wrestling on the ground with one of those creatures and Daryl getting pushed by another one of them just when he released an arrow to take out the creeper that was trying to rip you apart. The arrowhead pierced through your side at a weird angle but didn’t go all the way through.

You had no other choice, no weapons left. With one hand holding the straggler by the neck at arm’s distance, your other one encircled the arrow in a tight grip, and you pulled it out with a scream. The undead trashed around when it smelled the blood, lowering its jaw toward your stomach. You took the chance and yanked its head back, stabbing the sharp point through its eye with the last drop of your power before everything went black.

“How long has she been like tha’?”

You clenched your eyes shut tighter at the familiar drawl. Your head throbbed painfully, and you were afraid if you opened them, you’d not only have to deal with your asshole brothers but also with the blaring sun that warmed your skin. God, you felt like dying would be less painful and much easier than what you were currently going through.

“Doesn’t matter. She ain’t dead.” You recognized Daryl’s annoyed mumbling.

“I wish I were,” you responded with a raspy voice. You decided to rip the bandaid off, so you opened your eyes wide, wincing from the sudden brightness. “Where are we?”

You blinked fast, trying to get used to the light before you let your eyes wander around the pickup. Daryl was still behind the wheel while your older brother sat in the passenger seat with his boots propped on the dashboard and one arm lazily hanging out of the window.

“Doubled back to Atlanta,” the archer answered, keeping his eyes on the road. “Heard on the radio, they’ve some kind of a shelter there.”

You tried to sit up and look through the window to get an idea of how far you already got, but it only resulted in a painful hiss before you slid down onto your back. It hurt just enough to make you forget about trying again. You lifted up your bloody shirt to assess the damage. The wound on your side was bandaged up now, but you could still see a large splotch of dried blood on it. It must’ve been a while since it was dressed.

“Did you cauterize it?” you asked curiously, your fingernails scratching the flaking blood off your skin but nowhere close enough to the wound for it to make you wince in pain. You’d have to take a long bath in a river to scrub it all off.

“Did we?” Merle looked around the car, surprised by your question.

“Ya didn’t do shit. I cauterized it,” Daryl growled out, rolling his eyes. He glanced in the rearview mirror at you. “Ya were passed out, most likely didn’t feel a thing.”

You nodded gratefully at him. “So…” you drew out, looking curiously between your brothers, “What’s the plan? Last time we doubled back somewhere, it bit us in the ass.”

“We don’ need no plan. We’ve survived without one long enough,” Merle protested, his voice booming.

You rolled your eyes when he gesticulated wildly, almost smacking Daryl in the face. Your younger brother eyed him like he’s lost his mind. How did this guy avoid the massive hangover after the stunt he pulled in the woods? He seemed to be the luckiest of you three, coming out of any situation without a scratch while fate kicked your own ass mercilessly.

“Not sure.” Daryl pulled his bottom lip between his teeth—one of the many nervous habits of his. When you were younger, you used to smack the back of his head when he did that, making him chomp down on it and groan in pain. It always worked. “We’ll see when we’re there. Maybe—”

“Last time I was in the city, it didn’t seem safe. The streets were swarmed with cars and those things,” you butted in before he could finish the next sentence.

It was the truth, but the bigger reason for your resistance had little to do with the undead and blocked streets. You didn’t care if the shelter existed or not. Atlanta was your prison. A prison that you broke out of, and you desperately clung to any reason not to go back there. You took a deep trembly breath, slumping against the seat further when you let it out. You weren’t brave enough to protest more, but you were sure as hell ready to do anything to avoid stepping foot in Atlanta.

The drive to your destination was unnecessarily long and tiring. You spent most of it lying across the backseats, trying to fall asleep, but the constant swaying of the vehicle only made you more aware of the wound on your side. You gave up with an annoyed snarl, making Daryl look back at you in worry.

For the rest of the ride, you busied yourself with trying to stay still. It was a task that turned out to be more difficult than you expected. Your mind was running a thousand miles per hour, and you could do nothing to stop it. You were far too close to the city for your comfort.

Daryl slowed down the car when you reached the blocked main road to Atlanta. Merle stuck his head out the passenger’s window and whistled slowly, almost amazed.

“Ain’t no way we’re gonna squeeze through,” he remarked.

“How much gas? Maybe it’s not too late to find a safer place to stay the night,” you butted in, hope already stirring in your head. You wanted to be as far as possible from this damned city.

Daryl glanced up at the gauge, squinting in the evening sun. “Not enough to go on a road trip now. Tank is almost empty.”

A heavy silence fell over the three of you as you tried to figure out the best solution. You didn’t have many options to choose from. If you tried to push through, you’d have to abandon the car, and there was no way your injury would let you take more than ten steps by yourself—and ten was already pushing it.

Daryl shifted his shoulders and looked out into the distance. He sighed and scratched the stubble on his cheek thoughtfully. Then, after another few seconds of contemplation, he turned around toward you.

“Ain’t no way yer gonna walk by yourself?” Merle interjected, firmly inserting themselves into the conversation.

“No fucking chance.” You snorted, shrugging your arms hopelessly. “I can’t even sit up.”

Daryl nodded, then glanced back towards his brother. Merle seemed lost in thought, leaning against the truck’s door handle. He shrugged as well, seemingly indifferent to the situation. That was helpful; if he didn’t open his mouth, you had a better chance at convincing Daryl to turn back.

“Well, what do ya think we should do then?” The archer asked, sighing deeply. He had too many backup plans to decide which one would benefit you all or at least give you a chance to survive.

You considered your options carefully. Option one was to abandon the car and try to hitchhike to Atlanta, hoping that you wouldn’t bump into a horde along the way. The second option was to find gas and get back on the road to find some kind of refugee shelter. And the last one was to find a peaceful place nearby where you could get some sleep, eat something and then decide what to do in the following days.

You paused for a moment before answering, choosing your words and the tone of your voice carefully. “Let’s look for a safe place nearby, okay? Then tomorrow, we’ll decide what to do next and see if we can pick up some gas from those cars.”

“Works for me. I’m fuckin’ exhausted,” your older brother agreed, stretching out his legs and kicking them up on the dashboard. He groaned in relief, slumping down against the seat. Merle’s mere existence was giving you a headache.

You didn’t think your younger brother would agree with you from the jump. Damn, you wouldn’t blame him for being skeptical. Your gaze landed on his face, trying to decipher the emotion he was hiding behind those Dixon blue eyes. His eyes remained narrowed in deep thought. You could almost see the whirlwind spinning in his head.

“Aight... Let’s drive,” Daryl murmured finally, turning the ignition on again. He eased forward, pulling the car in reverse before he began driving off into one of the side roads.

This time you’ve won. You exhaled in relief, letting your head fall back against the seat.

As soon as the car came to a complete stop, Merle unbuckled his seat belt and hopped out onto the dirt. You sat up carefully, moving as slowly as possible. You looked out at the sprawling landscape of the quarry, the lake in the middle surrounded by large stones and trees from every side. It could be a good place to stay for a while.

Daryl hopped out of the driver’s seat to open the back door and help you out of the car. Once you were on your feet, you took in the marvelous view. The water shimmered in the evening sun, creating a sparkling effect on the lake’s surface. It was so peaceful, almost like the end of the world you once knew had never happened.

Daryl walked ahead, scoping the area for any potential threats. Merle stayed with you. He leaned against the side of the vehicle, looking around curiously as he whistled a tune under his nose. Your eyes were wide open, keeping a lookout for anyone or anything that could be lurking nearby. You wanted to trust this place so badly, but the world was now too dangerous to be ignorant.

When Daryl finished his stroll, the two of you huddled together near the water, unsure of what to do next. You cautiously lowered yourself onto one of the sizable boulders surrounding the lake, the wound on your side not letting you forget about it even for a second. It was a constant reminder that you were not safe, no matter the serene and peaceful scenery around you.

You wondered whether staying here would be a mistake, but the exhaustion and pain from your previous ordeal left you with little choice. You knew you all needed to rest.

Merle, however, seemed to have other plans. He kept his distance by leaning against the car with a stubborn expression on his face. “If you ask me,” he said loud enough for the two of you to hear him, “we should keep movin’.”

“Yeah, and get attacked by the undead and die?” you chimed in, not quite ready to argue with Merle but having already grown tired of his negativity. He had no right to dictate what was safe and what wasn’t; he let a group of the infected stumble into your camp just because he was drugged out of his mind. You and Daryl could’ve paid with your lives for his slip-up.

“We had a plan,” the man grumbled before Daryl interrupted him.

“She ain’t wrong, Merle. Stayin’ here is the safest of our options right now,” he agreed. Your older brother huffed, seeming unhappy with the decision. God, you wanted to punch him again so badly.

“Man, I don’t get you. You agreed with me when you saw the blocked road. What changed?” you asked, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation. You quickly regretted it when the wound on your side throbbed painfully, making you gasp. Daryl looked at you concerned, but you waved him off wordlessly, your hand reaching to hover over the injury.

“I changed mah mind, so wha’?” Merle responded, folding his arms defiantly across his chest. You were quick to join him, crossing your own arms in an act of defiance as if that made you a true member of the Dixon brothers’ little gang.

“It’s close to the water and far away from any roads,” you argued, trying to make him see reason. “We won’t find a better place anywhere nearby.”

“Yeah, this is jus’ a small-ass quarry. We need a real camp and some damn food.” Merle still wasn’t giving up, sounding increasingly annoyed.

You snorted at his words. “Food won’t magically appear out of thin air.”

“We don’t have enough gas to keep drivin’ back an’ forth,” Daryl reminded him.

You stayed silent, letting your brothers deal with the situation. Your body desperately needed sleep, and your mind wanted nothing more than to escape the chaos of your environment. You just wanted some rest, no matter the location.

Merle scoffed, shaking his head. “I know that I ain’t stupid. Jus’ let’s go find a better place, ’kay?”

The archer rolled his eyes at his brother’s persistence. “What if this is the best we can find?” Daryl raised an eyebrow. He glanced around, surveying the surrounding landscape and trying to find the flaws that his older brother saw in it.

“What if it ain’t?” Merle crossed his arms, glaring at him. He then looked at you, searching for support and finding none. You decided to join the fight now.

“We’re not taking any fucking risks today. I didn’t live through this,” you spoke up suddenly, pointing your finger at the wound on your side, “just to die tonight because the gas ran out, and we still had no place to stay. No fucking way.”

Both brothers were surprised by your outburst—you even surprised yourself. They raised an eyebrow, waiting to see if you’ll continue your angry speech.

Merle perked up, ready to fight your words, he opened his mouth to counterattack, but Daryl cut him off before he could say a word.

“Can ya, for a change, shut up? Yer annoyin’ me,” he snapped at the older man.

Merle’s scowl grew as he figured out he was outnumbered and wasn’t changing your mind anytime soon. Yet, he refused to back off, wanting to have the last word. He got in Daryl’s face and sneered at him.

“I’m tired of yer attitude, Darylina. I told ya we just need to find a better place.”

“We ain’t goin’ anywhere.” Your younger brother held his ground, and you had to admit you admired him for it. You’d have probably faltered if Merle did that to you.

“Fine. Just know, if anythin’ happens, it’s on ya,” the older man grumbled before he stepped back from Daryl and jumped into the car, slamming the door behind himself.

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WITH YOU [36] GREATER REASON

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: The group faces the Governor’s attack, but it turns out that it should be last concerning. They also lose a member.

Warnings: language and death

Songs: Billie Eilish Male Fantasy

Words: 2,339

A/N: I’M DONE WITH THIS SEASON!!! You have no idea how happy I am. I hope you’ll enjoy, I’ll post something special tomorrow and at Wednesday expect a new chapter. Thank you for reading!!!

It was a cold damn morning for July.

Charlie zipped up her jacket and wrapped arms around her body to prevent it from shaking. She felt her fingers stiffen with every minute. Hiding in the woods in a weather like this was a bad idea, bit it was the safest option for Judith and Carl. At first, it was supposed to be just Hershel to take care of the youngest members of the group; however, Rick felt generous enough the day the tasks were being given. Apparently Rick had doubts towards the old man, and needed someone just in case.

But waiting was slowly killing her. Charlie would rather be scared but doing something, rather than just waiting around on the cold. "I should be there," Carl said as they heard the shoots.

"That makes the two of us," she mumbled under her nose, trying to see something from behind the bushes.

"Everyone has something to do," Hershel said, pulling Beth closer to his body.

"Yeah," Carl rolled his eyes. "Ours is to just sit and do nothing."

Carl became nervous and shut off himself after his father's speech. He stopped talking to anyone and was evidently in is own space, thinking about...something. He became aggressive, which worried Charlie as Carl was always kind and gentle. Maybe that was just him growing older? Transforming from a child into a teenager.

Carl wasn't the only person that undergo a change recently. Daryl came back yesterday a long time after Michonne. Charlie thought that he was dead or gone for good this time, but he wasn't - he was back but not the same. Beside his clothes and hands being covered in blood, his eyes were puffy from crying. From what she heard from Carol, he found Merle who was turned and had to kill his own brother. Charlie couldn't imagine what that must have felt like; moreover, she didn't know if she would be able to do something like this. Of course, she wouldn't want her brothers to walk around as one of those beasts, but she was barely able to kill a regular Walker. That's how her anger towards the hunter became to disappear.

With that shooting stopped, and they heard cars' engines - Governor was running.

"Is it over?" Beth asked, looking towards the prison. "We won?"

Then they heard fast steps. Someone was running towards them through the bushes, so they all hide behind the car, getting ready with their guns. Soon they all saw a boy - not much older than Carl, maybe a year or two younger than Beth. He stopped abruptly as he saw them, pointing guns at him. His eyes became even more scared.

"Woah," he raised his arms. "Don't shoot."

"Drop the weapon, son," commanded Hershel.

"Sure," said the boy immediately. He sensed that the most dangerous to him would be Charlie and Carl so his eyes were switching from one to another. He spread his arm to give out his gun. "Here, take it."

"Carl, don't" said Charlie, sensing the intentions of the boy. She saw his finger trembling on the trigger as he was battling with his thoughts. The stranger was looking at Carl with fear but still was lowering on his legs to place slowly his gun. "Carl..."

Gunshot.

"What the hell?!" Charlie yelled at the boy and pushed him so he was facing her. Beth and Hershel were looking at him with fear in the eyes, while Charlie wanted to punch him in the face.

"He wanted to attack us."

"He wanted to give up," she said. "Are you stupid?! What were you thinking?! I told you to stop!"

"That I don't want to die a boy!" he screamed at Charlie. "He would kill us just like Shane would kill my dad if he didn't kill him. And who you are to tell me what to do?! You can't even care of yourself!"

Charlie opened her eyes wider and couldn't made the words to leave her lips. She didn't expect the sudden outburst so she was just standing there with wide eyes looking at Carl to the moment he shook his head and passed her like she was nothing.

"I did my job out there," Charlie entered the prison as those words left Carl's mouth, trying to convince his father to something. "Just like all of you. Took out one of the Governor's soldiers."

What?

Enough was enough. She liked Carl...lately. He was a good child after all, maybe a little lost. But who wouldn't be? They both opened up to one another and she was sticking to her promise of taking care of him. However, what he did out there was just not right. Outside of the fence, he became the same kid he was in the quarry or on the farm - a brat. Now was even worse as he had a lot of negative emotions accumulated inside of his body. "One of his soldier?" Charlie furrowed her eyebrows.

"A kid running away?" Hershel backed her up, recalling the event. "He stumbled across us."

"No," Carl protested. "He drew on us."

"I'm sorry you had to do that," Rick looked at his son.

"It's what I was there for."

"That's why I was there for Carl," Charlie said annoyed. "And you were supposed to listen to me."

"I'm going with you," the boy ignored Charlie and said firmly to his father, walking away.

"Get back here! We haven't done talking yet!" Charlie called after him, but got no answer. "If I can suggest you something, Rick...better talk with your kid because I'm done with raising him."

"That kid was scared," Hershel said to Rick, meaning the boy in the woods. "He was handing his gun over."

"He said he drew," Rick turned to see the confirmation in Charlie, but she gave him a cold stare that was supposed to confirm the version of the old man. "Carl said it was in defense."

"Because Carl is always telling the truth," Reed rolled her eyes. "I was there. Hershel was there."

"He didn't have to shoot," Hershel nodded. "He had every reason not to..."

"Maybe it looked like that to you..."

"Rick!" Charlie yelled. "He gunned that kid down."

A bullet flew right next to her head. Great beginning of the visitation in the Woodbury.

"Tyreese!"the woman walked from behind the car they were hiding and raised her arms.

"Karen!" said a similar voice. "Karen are you okay?!"

"I'm fine!"

"Where's the Governor?" the man asked.

"He fired at everyone!" she cried. "He killed them all!"

"Why are you with them?"

And that was a very good question. Maggie and Glenn offered that they would stay in the prison, while the others would follow the Governor to make sure that he's gone for good. That's when Charlie found an occasion to finally do something, so when Daryl offered her a ride on his bike with him, she was more than willing, sitting behind him almost with a smile on her lips. It wasn't long since they stopped in the middle of nowhere and found the group of people that minutes ago were attacking them in the prison. They were all dead, but some of them were turned and eating other corpses. This picture made Charlie's stomach twist and everything she had inside came up her throat.

When they found the woman or when the woman found them, she told them everything what happened once they left the prison. In her story, people form the Woodbury wanted to come back home and forget about the prison and Rick's group. However, that met with anger of the Governor who showed his true face and killed everyone but her, as she hide under one of the bodies. Karen said that Andrea left town couple days ago because she wanted to warn the group about Governor's plans - but she never actually got there. In that moment, Rick decided that the attack on the town was called off, but they were still going there in much greater reason and to find Andrea, of course.

"They saved me!"

Once Rick and the rest joined Karen, Tyreese and Sasha opened them the doors. Charlie smiled weakly as she saw them both all good, glad that after all they found the safe place. Sasha spread her arms and trapped Reed in a loose hug, which she gave back, showing her honest intentions. "What are you doing here?"

"We were coming to finish this," Charlie revealed the original plan. "Until we saw what the Governor did."

"He...he killed them all?" Tyreese asked in fear and shock.

"Yeah," Charlie nodded. "Karen told us Andrea hopped the wall going for the prison. And she never made it."

"She might be here," Rick said passing the two of old acquaintances. "He kept Glenn and Maggie here."

Charlie was here for the first time and hoped that would be the last time. The Woodbury itself was a beautiful place looking like an average small town from before; however the place she was in now made her skin crawl. The air was musty and damp, away from the main road and city life to cover whatever was inside. The group stopped in front of the metal doors and that was the only possibility of where their friend would be kept. Her heart was filled with hope until she saw a huge puddle formed by thick, almost black blood that was coming from the inside.

She took a step back at the sight, not knowing if she really wanted to enter the room. Her back collided with Daryl and when their eyes met, he nodded as if he wanted to assure her that he was entering the room right behind her.

"Andrea!" Michonne gasped as soon as she entered which only made Charlie hesitate even more.

The room was spacious but dark. In the middle stood a chair with chains that looked like some type of torture tool. At its foot laid the body of some man, and apparently he was dead. Charlie moved her eyes around and found the woman they were looking for right by the entrance. Andrea was clearly exhausted and was barely holding on. She opened her mouth and weakly smiled. "I tried to stop them."

"You're burning up," observed Michonne, placing a hand to her head.

Then Andrea groaned and revealed two or more bites on her shoulder. Charlie's head spinned around and something painfully squeezed her throat. "Are they alive?"

"Yes," Rick nodded.

"No one can make it alone now," Andrea said wit tears in the eyes.

"I never could," Daryl said and his eyes met Charlie's.

"I just didn't want anyone to die," she whispered. Charlie felt guilty watching her like this. She called her names, she judged her for the past days, when the reality was different. She felt horrible with how snappy and judgmental she was towards Andrea from the very beginning. Charlie created an assumption and lived by it not really trying to get to know her. Andrea never had bad intentions...never. Not now, not on the farm, not even in the quarry. Her character was hard, but she was a good person. At the end of the day, she wanted to help all of them. "Don't cry, Charlie."

Her eyes met the dying woman and just now she felt tears on her cheeks. "I'm not crying. I just hate the smell here," Charlie sniffed her nose.

Andrea smiled weakly.

"I can do it myself," she said. "I have to. While I still can."

"I can't," Charlie whispered. It was all too much for her. No matter what, Andrea was one of the first person she met after the outbreak and whether she liked it or not, they became emotionally attached- maybe not as close as with the others, but she was a big part of Charlie's life, the new life. Charlie was mean towards Andrea and Andrea was hostile towards Charlie, she wished her some lesson for her annoying behavior, but she never meant death. Charlie pushed next to Daryl, and then walked next to Tyreese and Sasha.

She kneeled down and tried to take a breath, feeling as if the whole air was escaping her lungs. Pure panic took over her body and nothing could calm her down.

Mom, dad, Finn, Zach, Will, Pete, Amy, Jim, Jacquie, Sophia, Shane, Patricia, Jimmy, Lori, T-Dog, Oscar, Axel, Merle. Mom, dad, Finn, Zach, Will, Pete, Amy, Jim, Jacquie, Sophia, Shane, Patricia, Jimmy, Lori, T-Dog, Oscar, Axel, Merle.Mom, dad, Finn, Zach, Will, Pete, Amy, Jim, Jacquie, Sophia, Shane, Patricia, Jimmy, Lori, T-Dog, Oscar, Axel, Merle.Mom, dad, Finn, Zach, Will, Pete, Amy, Jim, Jacquie, Sophia, Shane, Patricia, Jimmy, Lori, T-Dog, Oscar, Axel, Merle.Mom, dad, Finn, Zach, Will, Pete, Amy, Jim, Jacquie, Sophia, Shane, Patricia, Jimmy, Lori, T-Dog, Oscar, Axel, Merle...

Her head switched on the autopilot, repeating the names, but that only made her attack even stronger. Then she felt strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her closer to his chest. Charlie didn't fight him, she wanted to feel him this close and finally relax, forgetting about what he did and not feeling the anger towards him.

"Mom, dad, Finn, Zach, Will, Pete, Amy, Jim, Jacquie, Sophia, Shane, Patricia, Jimmy, Lori, T-Dog, Oscar, Axel, Merle," she started whispering over and over again. "Mom, dad, Finn, Zach, Will, Pete, Amy, Jim, Jacquie, Sophia, Shane, Patricia, Jimmy, Lori, T-Dog, Oscar, Axel, Merle..." she stopped once Daryl placed a hand on her ear, bringing her closer.

His heart was shaking in fear but not for Andrea. He was scared about Charlie. The last time she experienced something like that was after they lost the farm, but now it was worse. She kept repeating the names of the dead ones over and over again, and she dug nails into the inside of her hands - Daryl was sure that they would start bleed.

"Andrea," she whispered once she heard muffled shoot.

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[lunajay33]

Change Part.7

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Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!

Part.6

•Masterlist•

“Where’s Merle?”

They explained the situation, how Merle was going to get everyone killed and what happened, now I’m just waiting anxiously for Daryl to come back from tracking that deer, Merle’s always been a hard ass and a problem to deal with but he is Daryl’s brother this was going to be a hard one to deal with, how was I suppose to tell him Merle’s handcuffed to a roof and the incident with Ed?

The kids screamed alerting the rest of us somethings was wrong, I got up running through the trees to where a deer was being eaten by a walker, this must be the deer Daryl’s been tracking, Shane ripped the walker back beating on it until it was weak and in pieces but obviously still alive, Daryl and I have noticed the group are still not quite clear with how to deal and kill walkers

“Come on guys, gotta get the head” I groaned driving my knife through its head, the bush ahead rustled alerting everyone’s attention

Daryl comes out groaning as he sees the dead deer

“Damn it! I’ve been tracking this thing for miles, do you think we can just cut around chewed up bit?”

“I wouldn’t risk it” Shane said

“Shit” when he saw me he lightened up a bit, I held my hand out for him

“Come on we need to talk” we get back to the camp and he calls out for Merle

“Where the hell are ya Merle?”

“He’s not here Daryl” I say feeling my bottom lip tremble, I’m not usually this emotional but with the pregnancy and after everything that’s happened today I can’t help it

“What do ya mean?” He asks worried as he notices my reaction

“We need to tell you something?” Rick said as everyone started to circle the scene

“And who the hell are you?”

“Rick Grimes”

“Ya got something ya need to tell me Rick Grimes” I can tell he’s growing more agitated

“He was a danger to us all I had no choice but to handcuff him the roof”

“Hold on. Let me process this. You're saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?”

“Yeah” Daryl was fuming and went to lunge at Rick but Shane gets behind him and gets him in a choke hold

“Ya best let me go”

“Let him go Shane come on” I yelled pushing him away helping Daryl up

“Choke holds illegal” I tried to calm him down by rubbing his back but he shooed me off

“It wasn’t Rick’s fault, I had the key and dropped it” T-dog intervenes

“Ya couldn’t pick it up?”

“I dropped it down the drain, but if it helps I chained the door shut he’s probably still up there”

“I’m going to get him, just tell me where he is” Daryl groans as he gets him crossbow

“Rick will show you, won’t you Rick” Lori says as she steps out of the camper

“Yeah I’ll show you”

A few people got together preparing to go back to Atlanta

“Daryl I’m sorry but….but I’m scared I don’t want you to go” he went to say something when his eyes landed on my jaw gently raising his hand to caress it

“What the hell happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“Yer bruised and it wasn’t there this morning”

“I…….ill tell you when you get back, because you will be coming back to me Daryl Dixon” he sighs dropping his hand

“Okay, and I’m sorry fer pushing ya away earlier”

“It’s okay I understand just don’t risk your life if Merle doesn’t want help”

“I’ll be back for both my ballerinas don’t worry”

“What if I come with you, as you said I’m a ballerina after all I’m good on my feet”

“Nah Angel yer pregnant can’t risk it”

“You’re pregnant?” I hear Rick ask from behind us

“Umm yeah, so you better make sure he gets back here in one piece”

“I will, you have my word” everyone filled into the cargo truck and were about to leave

“I love you Daryl”

“Love ya Angel” they drove off and it feels like my heart is driving off with them

I went to sit by Dales camper since he had the most comfortable seats and god I need that right now

“You alright sweetie?” Dale asks as he takes a seat beside me

“I’m just tired, it’s been a hectic day”

“You know when my wife was pregnant she got these awful emotions out of no where, she’d be fine one moment and then crying her eyes out the next and it always overwhelmed her”

“You know” I look at him shocked

“I couldn’t tell at first but Daryl seems really protective and I’ve seen him hold your belly when you think no one’s looking, it’s quite sweet actually, seeing that side of him”

“Is it obvious? Daryl and I don’t really want everyone to know just yet”

“Oh no I just got an eye for things” he smiles

“Thanks Dale”

“So how far along are you?”

“About 4 months now I’d say”

“Do you know the sex?”

“No but I have this feeling she’s a girl”

“Mothers intuition” he laughs

“Daryl likes to call us his little ballerinas”

“Whys that?”

“When we met I was obsessed with ballet, specifically Swan Lake, we got paired up as partners in class and he came over, my room was decorated like a ballerina would have it, he was interested and he even bought me little slippers, I still have them”

“Did you dance?” He asked intrigued

“Sadly no, I didn’t have enough money, I did a few class when I was in Atlanta, Daryl paid for them as a gift for me, but after school and everything I never got to peruse it, but in the end I got Daryl and that means more to me than being a ballerina”

“He’s a good man isn’t he?”

“He really is, he just has walls it’s not his fault, but he really is a wonderful man, I’ve never loved anyone more” I smile at him rubbing my tiny bump

“Come on let’s get you some supper”

The evening went on and there was no sign of Daryl and the others and it was driving me insane, it was dark now what if something happened and now I’ll never see him again

“Where are you going?” Andrea asked Amy

“I gotta pee, geez can’t a girl get some privacy?” She said making everyone laugh

“How’re you feeling sweetie?” Lori asked from across the fire

“Oh I’m fine, just anxious I want Daryl back”

“I still can’t believe you’re with a man like Daryl Dixon you guys are complete opposites” Shane says

“We’re more alike than you know”

“How so?”

“It’s personal”

My face throbbed in pain and I could feel the blood trickle down my face, disoriented I tried to steadily make my way to Daryl’s house without falling or passing out

I finally made it walking around the house to Daryl’s window, knocking on the door and waking his dad late at night would be stupid of me, his window slid open and he rubbed his eyes tired

“Y/n what are ya doing here it’s like 2 in the morning” it must have been too dark for him to notice

“Can you help me Daryl” I could hear the whine in my voice

“What’s wrong?”

I slumped to the ground leaning against his house, he jumped out the window and kneeled infront of me shinning a light in my face

“What the hell happened who did this?”

“Jackson, he had friends over and they…..they got rough with me, slammed my head……against the wall”

“I’m gonna kill em” he got up

“Please don’t leave me”

“Come on I’ll get ya cleaned up”

He brought me in the house and sat me on his bed, getting a cloth and some supplies, fixing up whatever needed fixing, finishing with patching me up

“What about your dad?”

“Don’t worry he’s been gone for like a week, yet staying here tonight”

“Are you sure?”

“Ya, ain’t going back to that asshole”

“Thanks, I’ll take the floor”

“Nah yer sleeping on the bed”

“Can you sleep with me, I just don’t wanna be alone”

He didn’t say anything and just climbed in behind me, I rolled over and laid my head on his chest, his arm holding me closer

“Thank you Daryl”

“Anytime Angel”

That was the first night we shared the same bed, and it was like I was really feeling love for the first time ever, Daryl’s always been there for me like I’ve always been there for him

“Where’s the extra toilet paper?” I hear Amy ask from the camper before she lets out a blood curdling scream, we all shoot up noticing walkers swarming the camp, I take my knife out ready for any that comes my way, everyone is screaming and trying to dodge any walkers, I turn hearing one behind me and lodge my knife into its brain but the knife sticks and I go down with it

“Y/n watch out!!” I hear Lori scream I turn around and another one falls on me, I lay on my back trying to hold it back from snapping at my flesh and ripping me apart, it’s strong though, too strong and I’m getting weak when suddenly it goes limp with an arrow through its head

Throwing the body off me I look up to see Daryl running towards me holding me close as the others finish off the remaining walkers

“Thank god you’re back” I sigh gripping his shirt

“I’m sorry, shoulda never left”

Part.8

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[cultofdixon]

Knowing Enough for Her

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Dixon’s Little Sister!Reader / Mute!Reader • Hints of Caryl • If you asked Merle, he thinks you’re mute because of the shit you witness your dad do to your brothers. Daryl thinks you’ve always been that way, which is correct. Honestly, you didn’t mind it. Even in the end of the world…but some moments made you wish you could just scream off the top of your lungs your frustrations • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / Canon Violence / Anxiety Attacks / Abuse

Requested by: Anon

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“The cop is gettin’ frustrated with y’all” Merle makes the comment quick to draw his siblings’ attentions toward Shane who was arguing with Dale about letting them into their group.

“You sure it ain’t your bitchass?” Daryl snaps at Merle who gave him an eye roll as a response. He felt Y/N tug on his shirt for his attention as she started to sign toward him.

Shane scoffs pinching the bridge of his nose. “If she’s deaf, she can cause problems. Kill herself maybe”

“Shane I wouldn’t—-“

“What? Bring a bunch of rednecks and a disable into our group?” Shane turned toward the group once again but up close was Y/N as she suddenly socks the cop in the face knocking him on the ground.

The cop stumbles to the ground making the man he was talking to step back. Dale quickly looks at Y/N seeing the rage radiate off of her person as he held his hands up in surrender.

“Okay. Not deaf. I’m just gonna assume and say mute?” He tilts his head with a questioning look waiting for Y/N to inevitably nod as her tense composure relaxed. “Alright. Now that that’s clarified, we’d love to have yea. Uhm. Just…leave him down there” he states directing them toward their camp as Merle approaches the cop who was stunned on the ground while his siblings went head.

“I wouldn’t fuck with my sis, pig” Merle laughs picking up the pace to catch up with them.

So you’re gonna go on this dangerous run into the town? Could it be a ploy to get rid of you? Y/N frowns signing to Merle as he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him to that last part.

“They wouldn’t survive if they tried to kill me”

“Can’t hold it against them” Daryl scoffs. “Watch your back, man. We may hate you too but—“ Y/N smacked Daryl in the chest. “Your family. We want yea back in one piece”

I can go with him Y/N states to Daryl as he shakes his head. He’ll be safer with another one of us

I don’t give a flying fuck. Merle is a big boy he’ll be fine Daryl frowns signing to his sister who grew frustrated instantly. “You’re staying here”

“Y’all know I know sign right?”

Everyone is listening Y/N points with her eyes to the few that would watch them talk with sign language and when they got noticed, they’d turn away. This shit isn’t foreign.

Don’t get feisty. I will be fine, kid Merle scoffs, still awful with his signing but it was enough for Y/N to understand. “Yer gonna go on the hunt with Daryl. I’m going on the Atlanta run. Nothing can go wrong”

Then of course, Merle didn’t come back. But another cop did.

Y/N watches her brother go off on the poor guy after he had just reunited with his wife and son. She watches as Shane turns toward her looking for her to stop Daryl’s outburst toward his best friend Rick. But if she could speak, she’d expose what she sees in the trees.

“Stop your brother!”

The youngest Dixon met him with silence but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a plan.

Shane groans as the situation started to escalate and before either cops could get a hand on Daryl. Y/N suddenly came forward and pinched a nerve to make her brother instantly drop to avoid him landing a shot with his knife.

“Thank you” Rick thanks Y/N as she nods before going to Dale writing in the air knowing that would tell him to get her something to write with.

It took some time to get Daryl to calm down as he was now mad at his sister for what she did. Y/N wrote on the pad of paper with Rick and Shane on either side of her.

Is Merle dead?

“No, just chained to a roof”

Is it easy to get there?

“Also no, Atlanta is infested with the dead that we can’t risk going back in there”

“But I can find us a way” Glenn chimes in getting two concerning looks and Y/N’s curious one. “We have to plan this out though.”

“If that’s the case we can also grab the weapons I left behind” Rick adds only for Lori to protest the possibility of actually losing her husband.

Daryl finally calmed down enough to join the planning process as Y/N taps him giving him a concerning look.

If they won’t help us, we’ll do this ourselves Y/N signs but Daryl’s facial expression gave away to the rest of what she told him.

“What’d she say?”

“I’ll agree with her. We’ll take care of it ourselves if yea don’t—-“

“Nah. We ain’t risking lives. If there’s a way? We’ll do it.” Rick insisted and left to talk to Lori about such.

Once it came time to preparing to leave, Y/N got in the hull of the truck with Daryl as she had her axe strapped to her back watching Rick and Shane talk.

You think he’ll tell his friend?

“Nah. Hell I wouldn’t if I did” Daryl scoffs only for his sister to smack him. Why do you care?

We act on emotions. No one really uses their brain anymore. Y/N frowns. Merle must’ve asked for a death wish. Dumb bitch acts more than thinks

He better be okay Daryl frowns signing that last bit as Y/N takes his hand into hers.

But not finding Merle was just the start. Then the outbreak in the camp. And it continued going down hill…

After helping her drunk brother to their room, Y/N went back to the common room of the CDC hearing Shane’s voice and the heat in such toward who she can only assume to be Lori. Even if the girl had no booze in her system, she had to help a friend out.

Before Shane could even lay a hand on Lori is when the door suddenly flew open and Y/N stumbles forward to the couch. She gave out short laughs or what sounds like puffs of air that could mimic such.

“She had a bit too much” Shane rolls his eyes as Lori shoved him away from her before helping Y/N by wrapping her arm around her shoulders. “We were talking”

“I’m taking care of her” Lori’s glares shot like daggers through his chest as she directs Y/N out of the room.

Once the two were alone in the hallway for a short moment, Y/N straightens herself out which confused Lori but she watches her face grow in concern resting a hand on her arm.

“Am I okay?” Lori asks watching her nod as she couldn’t be happier that she had someone who cared for her, even without knowing everything in its entirety. “I’m good. Thanks to you”

Y/N smiles warmly. Good she signs seeing the confusion grow but given what Lori just said.

“Good?” Lori smiles as she nods happily before making sure she got back to her room with her family.

When the CDC was a blow, literally, and the group was a back on the road. Y/N was in the car with Lori, Carl, Carol, and Sophia as she started to teach the kids a few signs with the same pad and pen given to her from Dale. The four started to get the hang of it, the moms more than the kids.

Especially when Y/N signed to Carol that she was going to go look for her daughter. Even if she ended up finding her brother injured along the way. To add more to his state, the two standing close to one another looking like undead blobs in a crosshair to an idiot who’s never shot a hunting rifle before.

“Y/N, we’ve got him” Rick reassures holding him up gesturing for Shane to help hold him up on the other side in place of Y/N.

Clearly the guys helping never “heard” a mute person before but still felt awful listening to Y/N’s crying as it sounded more painful than a regular cry.

“He’ll be okay” Glenn reassures hugging the girl as she watches Dale and Andrea run over to the group which lead to him getting pushed and Y/N rushing Andrea.

“Jesus Christ!” Dale freaks out when Y/N tackled Andrea down to the dirt, pinning her down and not taking any hits on the woman. “Y/N she didn’t mean to”

Y/N just stared at Andrea ignoring Dale and given the ones not carrying Daryl weren’t breaking the two up. They knew she was trying to teach Andrea something but it was never going to get through to her.

A few hours went by and Carol came into the room Daryl was resting in with dinner for him and to thank him for looking for her daughter. But to add…

“Your sister went back out there. Followed your footsteps…more carefully…to figure out more. But given you found something of Sophia’s. You both are doing so much for me that I don’t want you to risk yourself”

“No one should feel that pain of losing somebody…”

“Then don’t let Y/N feel such. I like her” Carol smiles kissing the archer’s temple before leaving the room.

Everything seems to escalate in the apocalypse. Sophia had met her fate too soon, Carol was heartbroken and Daryl was frustrated. Y/N knew not to get in the middle of Daryl’s outburst but he knew that she’d give him a new one to hurt a grieving mother’s feelings even further.

But his frustration turned when Hershel went missing, because so did Y/N.

The Dixon brothers can be idiots for acting on their emotions before even thinking. But their sister knows to think ahead.

Ahead being the attack on the bar that held Rick, Hershel, and Glenn. When Glenn went ahead and Rick thought he was shot, he quickly ran to his friend finding Y/N had pulled him out of the way just in time.

“How did we not see hear you coming?” Rick laughs relieved as she shrugs with a smile before pointing in the direction she was going to help give them a window of escape.

That act lead to Rick and Glenn finally gaining an interest in learning to sign. But that had to wait for their return with a hostage that didn’t really give anything useful except reveal that Shane was more psycho then they thought. And the farm was just as temporary as the CDC.

House hopping gave them time to learn more signing and for Y/N to grow close with everyone left. So the pain she endured when Lori died broke Daryl watching her sob. He didn’t hesitate to help in that split second as he and Maggie left to get formula and other necessities that’ll benefit the baby that was later named Judith.

“You stick close”

You be safe

Daryl nods continuing to follow the group into Woodbury with Y/N covering their backs. Saving Glenn and Maggie lead to be difficult especially when the one that hurt Glenn was their own blood.

Y/N had managed to get out of getting caught up in the trouble her brothers were now facing. But she helped Maggie and Rick get them out of there, even if the two were only trying to get Daryl out of there.

We can’t have him come back with us

He risked himself to help Daryl. Merle isn’t the same man you met back at Atlanta Y/N sighs at Rick who wasn’t going to have someone who worked for the enemy in their space.

Y/N. Think about the baby. We can’t have the Governor knocking on our door Rick frowns signing back as he really didn’t want to argue with Y/N about this.

He also knows what we are signing. Y/N crosses her arms as Rick turns to Merle who was only growing more annoyed. Ain’t good at it. But still. Regardless. He’s family

“HE CAN GET US KILLED” Rick suddenly yells at Y/N shocking all of them and without a second she shouted back. Sounding strangulated but it made it clear that he made a mistake yelling at her.

“Holy shit” Merle scoffs surprised that even came out of Y/N and in regards for him in that matter. “Look. I can help y’all take down Woodbury if shit ever hit the fan. Hell I can even be chained outside like a dog if it means—-“

“We don’t want you there” Glenn frowns still frustrated with what Merle did. Maggie held his arm keeping close and still worried about his injuries.

“Then…we’ll leave” Daryl states not letting any protests from the others who don’t want the good Dixons to leave.

Yet that didn’t last long and Merle could’ve seen it coming a mile away…but part of him was relieved they didn’t stick with him and he wasn’t going to let his family get hurt.

Even though the world keeps taking and Daryl came back to the prison with dried tears and horrible news to Y/N who could already know by the look in his eyes. She turned to Rick with tears in her eyes as she couldn’t even think of the words to say before looking at her feet then signing.

He has to pay.

And he did. The prison then got an infusion of the Woodbury folk and they started to make the place more of a home.

“I’m gonna go huntin’, wanna come or busy?” Daryl knew she was busy given his sister was currently holding baby Judith and listening to her soft coos that she happily expressed.

Don’t forget to check the snares Y/N signs with her focus still on the little baby but before he left her cell she tapped the metal bars to get his attention. Ask Carol to join you she signs with a smirk that was met with a scoff from her older brother.

“Your sister is in love with that baby”

“She’s always wanted to be a mom” Daryl lead the way to track down the rabbit he spotted tracks for with Carol happily joining him.

“But she doesn’t cuz she’s mute? That stops someone?”

“Stops her but Judith fills that void and I ain’t taking that away from her” Daryl knelt down by a snare handing Carol his crossbow for a second to untie the rabbit that was caught. “Make that stew of yours?”

“Let’s find another and then I’ll make your favorite” Carol smiles watching the heat meet the tip of his ears. “I’ll make it for you regardless of how many you get me”

“Hey uh” Daryl straightens up putting the rabbit in the bag. “Maybe we can do the late watch together instead of switchin’ off?”

Carol couldn’t help the excitement to rise in her chest as she nods with that signature smile of hers.

“Then hurry up Pookie.”

The good days were limited, when Carol disappeared and the illness took out a good handful of people with it’s hell and the undead’s involvement. Daryl knew Y/N took care of herself and was taking care of Judith, Carl, and Beth when the illness came through. Protecting them. Even if she didn’t get sick, she was the first person he had to check on once the medicine got into their people.

Carol will come back Y/N reassures with a smile as Daryl brought his arm around her shoulders bringing her in.

“Can I be honest?” Daryl frowns as she nods. “I don’t have a good feeling…”

There seems to be a pattern. The good then bad then good again. But next was bad and the Governor’s comeback was that.

As Daryl got Beth out of the prison hoping Y/N made it out safe, his anxiety was relieved when she ran into the two right before Beth was taken. Y/N felt awful as if everything happening to them was her fault…guess she shares that with Daryl. The silence between the two grew worse when they came in contact with the Claimers. Y/N didn’t want to sign in case any of them knew but by the looks of them, she really could’ve whenever she had a suspicion. But she thought Shane was insensitive toward her…this group was worse

Daryl woke one night with the Claimers to hear Y/N struggling. He was about to get up and knock the lights out of the guy when he was stopped. No leader in sight meant, they were going against his agreement of not laying a hand on her if he did whatever was asked.

“Stop! You’re hurting her”

“Just trying to get words outta her man” One of them laughs crushing her hand which only resulted in more screaming. “Wow she’s real good with no begging to stop”

“Yknow” Len, the one giving Daryl the most trouble, approaches and took her other hand into his. “We gotta go hard” then suddenly a loud crack was audible as he broke not one, but two of her fingers. Making Daryl break loose from one’s grasp and shoving the other into the guy to avoid being grabbed again as he grabbed Len.

Len was instantly tossed to the ground right as Daryl socked the other Claimer in the face finally letting go of Y/N as she knelt to the ground feeling her hands shake trying to get a look through the blur that her tears caused. But all she saw was bent out of place blobs and felt all the unbearable pain that made her scream for the rest of the night.

Which lead to Len’s death the next morning, done by Joe without a second thought. Daryl, bloody and bruised, took the tape he had to buddy tape her broken fingers after snapping them into place as it only brought more pain. He got a good look of the other hand as they were more of the cutting and brushing type with the other. Daryl watched as her hands shake but he couldn’t hold them to comfort her…that would only cause more pain. He took his rag out wrapping the other hand the best he could even if her tears continued to fall.

“They’ll pay” Daryl whispers only for Y/N to bonk her head against his causing a wince from him and his eyes to lock onto hers. “We gotta find the others quick”

Quick came but lead to another fight and Rick killing the one threatening him and the one trying to have his way with Carl. While Michonne takes out her handler and Y/N held her axe with the one hand with no broken fingers, taking out the one that dared lay a finger on her brother then the siblings took out the last two.

As morning came and Rick was talking about going to this Terminus to see if it’s actually safe or not what it is. He was going to ask Y/N if she’s seen any of their own before meeting with Daryl when he noticed what the Claimers had done.

“Fuckers…”

“You’re just gonna have to do all the talking” Daryl states, checking how bad the bruising was on her arms after taking a few hits during their fight on the road. “It’s a safe bet headin’ to this sanctuary”

“Maybe we’ll find the others”

Hopefully Y/N thought blinking away more tears as she sat on the ground for a bit given they’ve all been through hell. A few more minutes didn’t hurt anyone.

The group got to following the tracks to this Terminus and Daryl couldn’t help but check in on his sister even if it was met with tired and pained expressions. He knew what she meant by them.

When they reached Terminus, Daryl instructed Y/N to keep an eye out in case anything goes south. He doesn’t want to risk her life in there. But she was going to anyway.

Y/N heard the gun shots and right as she was about to head inside, the relief that washed over her when Carol met up with her. She couldn’t be happier to devise something to help get their family out of there.

“Who the fuck are—-“ the gunshot cut the guy off as did Rick stabbing the drift wood in the neck of the other one.

Rick sighs thankful seeing Y/N helping them get out of there as she helped let loose the others with her knife. Daryl instantly brought her face into his hands making sure they didn’t lay a hand on her but she smiled in that second to reassure him.

Finally their group got outside of that hell, with new members as well. Daryl didn’t hesitate to hug Carol when they spotted the other in the woods. Y/N watches the two smiling warmly.

Soon the group was pieced together…with a few missing pieces along the way…the good. Then the bad…this should be the good part now?

“Y/N”

Y/N looks up at her brother confused seeing his usual worried expression burden him.

“Please. Please give me somethin’ that’ll confirm this will be alright”

The youngest Dixon knew the words wouldn’t come out in any way to communicate to him, so all she did was take his hand squeezing it with the strength she had left.

Then the gates opened to Alexandria…

The good.

[final-girl96]

Broke World: Chapter Thirty-One

Daryl and I walked back to the farm together after our talk. He went up to Carol and asked her to walk with him back to the pond. While we were there we spotted more Cherokee Rose's. He wanted to show Carol; help her to keep her hopes up about finding Sophia.

It was hard not to look at the barn knowing what was inside. Rick had talked to Hershel but got nowhere. I stood on top of the RV with Glenn, keeping watch. The farm seemed so safe with it being so remote. The closest neighbor was a mile down the road; the city was even further. The walkers in the barn were people the Greene's knew. Hershel's wife and step-son were in that barn. “Where is he?” Glenn and I looked down to see Shane coming out of the RV. “Who?” I asked. Shane clenched his jaw and let out a long announced sigh. “Dale! Where is he?” I shrugged, “I don't know. Why?” That just seemed to piss him off more and he stormed off.

All hell broke loose after that. Wherever Dale had gone, Shane found him and returned with the bag of guns. He went on some Kong speech and started handing out guns. He tried to hand Carl one but Lori stepped in front of him and took it. He shoved my gun at me, forcing me to take it. He was still going on about how we needed to protect ourselves when T-dog pointed to the edges of the woods. Rick, Hershel, and Jimmy were all coming out of the woods with walkers on poles. “What is that? What is that?” Shane hissed, running towards them. The rest of us followed, running down to the barn.

It got even worse when Shane shot the walker Hershel was handling. I mean, I understand what Shane was trying to do. Hershel sees the walkers as sick people. He thinks they're just sick and that there will be a cure; a vaccination to help them. There was no reasoning with him about that never happening. Shane Out a few rounds in the walker and she still came at him. “Shane, that's enough!” Rick yelled. Shane simply nodded. “Yeah man, that is enough.” He shot the walker in the head then went over to the barn, broke the lock, and opened the doors before backing up towards the group.

Hershel was on his knees, Maggie behind him with her hand on his shoulder. Walkers slowly started to stumble out of the barn. I flipped the safety off my pistol and brought it up, aiming it at a walker's head. Shane was the first one to shoot and the rest of us followed. Rick was yelling at Shane to stop what he was doing but Shane just turned and shot the walker Rick had a hold of. Rick let go of the pole and watched as T-dog, Glenn, Shane, me, Andrea, and Daryl all took out the walkers. There were more in the barn than I thought there would be.

But the last one to walk out through the doors had us all taking a step back in shock and disbelief. Little Sophia stumbled out, stepping over the walkers we had just killed. There was a chunk of flesh taking out of her left shoulder. Her eyes were a milky white and skin pale as death. “Sophia? Sophia!” My heart broke hearing Carol calling for her little girl. Daryl stopped her before she got to close, falling to the ground with her. None of us could move as we watched her come closer and closer. Rick was the one to step forward, raising his python, and shooting her.

Carol pushed Daryl off of her and ran off towards the house. Lori had Carl turned away from the aftermath. Nobody else moved until Beth stumbled forward, tears running down her cheeks, calling for her mother. Hershel had her believing that she was just sick and that there would be a cure to help her. The poor girl knelt down and pulled her mother onto her lap. Her mother's rotting hands came up and grabbed a hold of her, trying to pull her closer to her gnashing teeth.

Beth started screaming and several of us ran over to her and tried to pull her away. Andrea was able to grab a scythe and put it through the head of the dead woman, stilling her and releasing Beth from her grip. Jimmy helped her stand and began walking her back to the house, Maggie doing the same with their father. That's when Shane took the opportunity to jump on Hershel's case, ask8ng if he knew Sophia was in there. He tried to explain that he didn't have any idea that the little was in the barn but Shane kept pushing and pushing until Maggie slapped him.

After the shock wore off, Andrea, T-dog Daryl, and I all started to take care of the bodies. Sophia, along with Hershel's wife and step-son would be buried while the rest of the bodies would be burned. Lori claimed she was helping but the only thing she did was stand around. We gathered the bodies, threw them in the bed of Otis’ truck, put them on a pile, and burned them. We dug three holes under a large oak tree and buried Sophia, Shane, and Annette that evening.

Carol refused to go, which upset Daryl. But it was completely understandable. She just found out her daughter has been dead this whole time. She even said that the little girl that came out of the barn wasn't her daughter; that her daughter is safe from this world now. It was heartbreaking and discouraging to know that we were basically chasing a ghost. We all had such high hopes of finding Sophia alive. Daryl was probably more hurt than the rest of us, besides Carol that is. He packed his things up and moved as far away from the house and the camp as he could while still being on the property. That's how he deals with his grief; he pushes everyone as far away as he can.

I went to my tent and laid down on my cot. Thinking about everything that has happened since the world turned upside down. I even found myself wondering if my father was still alive. I wonder if he and my step-mother made their way to the city like everyone else. I wonder if he even thought about me or thought about finding me. I wonder if they're dead, walking around somewhere or rotting in their house. I shook my head and stood up, walked out of the tent, and headed up the hill through the field towards Daryl.

[littlegodzilla]

One more! A little more about this series.

Hope you'll like it!!

Enjoy!!

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Our Story.

Daryl Dixon x Wife/ Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Part 7.

Masterlist.

Warnings: TWD Violence. Angst. Fighting. Daryl working with his hands. Slow burn.

Words: 3000

Summary: walkers in the barn, a teen with a injured knee, daryl helps you to make new arrows for your bow.

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Chapter 7: Leaving me.

Shane totally loses his mind, fed up with Rick's diplomacy, knowing that they can't stay on the farm, that Hershel wants you all off his land, he gets desperate and opens the barn doors.

There is a real massacre. Everyone shoots at the Walkers who come out as Hershel is left in shock, Beth and Maggie cry disconsolately, Rick screams until he's hoarse for them to stop, but no one pays any attention. You hold Carol and Sophia against your body so they can't see what's happening. Your skin crawls with every new shot, with every shot, with every dead body that falls, your mind brings your loved ones to your mind. Your parents, Michael, Guillermo, Jorge. Your sister.

You look away, feeling like throwing up, and you hear Carol crying next to you, catching your breath. Beth's screams make you look again, her mother, with a wrong shot is still moving and has caught her, T-Dog doesn't hesitate to run to help her and between him and Andrea, they put an end to it, saving the young girl.

The whole Greene family is in shock, although they are not the only ones, Lori, Rick, yourself, you find it hard to recover from what has just happened. Once again, Rick has to plead for the man's good judgment, but he's hurt, desperate, he doesn't want you there, to top it off, Shane keeps spitting venom as they walk behind the family. You feel a strange relief in your stomach as Maggie slaps him and barks at him to stay away. You would have loved to have been the one to do that.

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Daryl finds you at the campsite gathering your things, he wanted to make sure you were okay, apologize, in a way, for what they've had to do, but he certainly didn't expect to find you doing your backpacking.

"What yer doin'?" he asks you with a grunt.

"I'm leaving." You don't even make an effort to look at him. "This is crazy."

"Hey, hey, wait." He tries to stop you. "Where yer gonna go? I though ya were stayin' with us."

"With you? I'm not staying around Shane's nutcase for another second, you killed all those people..."

"Y'know damn well they weren't people anymore..." He defends himself even though he's not comfortable with what they've done either.

"I don't care, Daryl, you came here, rampaging, these people had it under control, they had a method to live in peace and harmony, and now... now their little daughter is in shock and Hershel is missing."

"We didn't intend for this to happen, don't say it like we were the bad guys..." He feels a little hurt by your words.

"You were thinking like Shane? Shooting them was the sensible thing to do?" You ask him picking yourself up off the floor.

"Sooner or later those walls wouldn't have held and everything would have gone to shit. Ain't sayin' Shane's methods were the wisest, but..."

"You would have done the same." You grit your teeth hard.

"Haven't ya killed Walkers? Haven't ya gone through the heads of those things to survive?"

"They were their family! They had decided what they wanted to do with them, it gave you no right to act like that. What would have happened if they had been my parents?" You ask him and he takes a step back "Or Michael... What would have happened if I had been in there? Or my sister?"

"Don't play that game..." He grunts in pain as he imagines you two turned into those things.

"I'm sorry, but I'm leaving, I don't want to be here when Shane goes completely insane and kills you all." You refuse and turn around to leave.

"Yer just gonna leave me?" You hear from behind you, stopping again.

"Leave you?" you turn around, not believing what you hear, Daryl shifting nervously in his seat. "Leave you? Seriously? You're the one who told me to leave you alone." You turn back to him, your stride determined.

Okay, since he has brought it up; it's time to open the crap drawer.

"I didn't..."

"No. You did, you told me to leave you alone. You told me my sister was dead, that her opinion didn't matter anymore. You told me to stop wasting your time."

"I..." He doesn't know how to defend himself against that, because it's true, he told you all those things and now he feels ashamed about it. "Ya had Michael, he was better than me..."

"I wanted my best friend with me!" you scream feeling like crying again. "I thought that by us meeting again things maybe... but don't you see? It's like... we're strangers..." You say regretfully, because it hurts you to have lost all that you once had.

"Ya can't go around alone, ya need someone to take care of ya..."

"Take care of me?" Now you're hurt. "I saved your ass at the CDC, Daryl, I saved your ass going up that slope, I found Sophia and we both survived. I don't need a man to take care of me."

"I didn't mean that, I know ya've always been very independent, ya and yer sister, but this world is complicated and..."

"I'm leaving, Daryl. I hope you can find a safe place and live in peace." You say goodbye again, ready to walk away again.

He wants to hold you, wants you to stay, but doesn't give him time to open his mouth. Sophia's screams, calling for you, put you both on alert. Sophia runs straight to you, holds your hands, she is trembling and mumbling.

"Okay, okay, breathe, what's wrong?"

"It's Beth! She's passed out!" she screams in a panic.

Your body and Daryl's shake at the same time. You hold the backpack tighter and follow the girl towards the Greene's house, Daryl trails behind you, some distance behind, but he doesn't enter the house when you do, he stays on the porch, waiting.

Beth is still in shock, her catatonic state is due to the strong impact of everything that has happened. She has a slight fever, but you give her some serums with Patricia's help and some wet cloths.

"Let her rest, but she needs Hershel, she needs to mourn her dead... she needs time." You sigh, stroking the girl's hand. "I'll be back in a little while to check on her."

"Thank you so much." Maggie tells you sincerely.

"Do you know where Hershel is?"

"Rick and Glenn have gone to look for him in town." Lori explains nervously. "W-We should go look for them."

"Relax, they'll be back, Rick and Glenn know what they're doing" You try to calm her down, but she doesn't seem convinced.

You haven't been there with them long, barely two days, but it hasn't gone unnoticed by you, that between Lori, her husband and Shane something is going on, the tension that surrounds the trio is more than evident and the constant fear of losing her husband makes you curious, Glenn told you that Rick had come back from the dead, almost literally, that Lori thought he had died in the hospital and suddenly appeared in the camp. You understand his concern, but there's something else.

You can feel it.

"I-I'm going to ask Daryl to go get them." She says and walks out of the house.

You do nothing to stop her, Daryl is part of the group, you know he will go get them if you ask him to. Again you feel the kids look at you with intensity and you sigh.

"Are you really going to leave?" Carl asks you. "Sophia said you were leaving..."

"No, not at the moment... I can't leave with Beth like this." You try to smile as you see their faces light up.

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You find Daryl away from camp, you're surprised, but you save those questions for later. You know you've been cutting him off, that you're now going to ask him for a favor is hypocritical, but he had talked about making some arrows for the bow, making a bow even.

"Daryl..." You call out to him and he gives you a sidelong glance.

"What, ya wanna me to go find Rick too?" He barks sharpening what looks like a new arrow.

"Have you talked to Lori?" He doesn't say anything, but his silence is like a yes to you. "And you're not going?"

"I'm nobody's babysitter, Rick and Glenn are grown-ups." He growls and again you see in him the Daryl who slammed the door in your face.

"Where's Lori now?" You ask him and he shrugs, like he doesn't care. "Fuck, Daryl." You snort angrily and walk away again, running towards the house in search of the brunette woman.

When you get to the house, the group and the Greene family are setting the table for dinner. You glance at everyone out of the corner of your eye, but Lori is nowhere to be seen.

"Do you know where Lori is?" you ask getting the attention of the others.

"I saw her this afternoon, she told me to take a look at Carl..."

"She's not around?" Shane asks and for once you look concerned.

"I haven't seen her all day." Carol admits.

"I think she's gone to get Rick and Glenn, I went to talk to Daryl and he said she asked him, but..."

"Fuck!" Shane roars and storms out of the house.

You don't like him, you think he has a temper problem and his head isn't working right, but you're grateful he's going after her. Carl gets nervous, but Sophia tries to calm him down, assuring him that Lori will be back, that Shane will bring his mother and father back safe and sound. 

You try to finish dinner with some tension in the air, Daryl hasn't shown up for dinner, which doesn't surprise you either. When you finish dinner you go to Beth's room to check on her condition. She hasn't deteriorated, but she doesn't seem responsive yet either. You give her another bag of saline, check that she has no fever and leave the room again.

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Shane returns with Lori, the woman has been in a car accident on her way to pick up Rick, but she's fine, just a few scratches, but Shane is worried about the condition of her baby. You are all speechless as you didn't know the woman was pregnant. Still you tend to her wounds without saying anything, she is once again angry with Shane because he brought her all the way there saying Rick was already back, you have to admit you are thankful he lied to her and brought her home early.

"Rick will be back soon." You try to calm her down. "As soon as they find Hershel they'll be back here."

She doesn't say anything, now she's busier thinking about what she's going to tell Carl, since he's also heard she's expecting a baby and like the others, he didn't know either. You leave the family alone and walk back out of the house needing to calm down, that new world is playing on your nerves at all times. From a distance you can see Carol talking to Daryl, or rather they seem to be arguing, you frown not knowing what is going on, but you see her turn around, heading back towards the house and Daryl just stands there, as if he doesn't know what to do.

The next morning Rick, Glenn and Hershel return to the farm, there is some relief, but they are not at ease. With them they bring a young man and he has a shattered leg.

"My God..." You gasp at the sight of him.

"I'm going to need your help." Hershel asks you and you don't hesitate to go into the house with him.

No one knows who that boy, Randal, or what he's doing there, there are nerves and tension, stress in the main room of the huge house, Daryl enters too, his gaze crosses Carol's, but he avoids it focusing on Rick, waiting to know what's going to happen, what they're going to do with that boy.

His leg is not going to recover, he will suffer a severe limp for the rest of what's left of his life. Rick wants to take him away, release him where necessary and go back to the farm. Shane wants to kill him and you can't listen anymore, you are not able to understand how they are hesitating on what to do. You are not able to understand how Rick can even entertain the idea of killing him. You leave the house feeling short of breath. Your hands on your knees, breathing in sharply as you feel a hand on your back. You lift your head and see Daryl next to you.

"Breathe...are ya okay?"

"No... this is crazy..."

"It's the world we live in now." He tries to sound calm, obvious. "We dunno if that kid is with anyone, his buddies shot Rick and the others, they left him there... they ain't clean wheat and if they came all the way out here..."

"But he's just a kid, he's..." You swallow remembering Miguel, the young man from the asylum. "I can't believe they're thinking of killing him..."

"Ya said ya had had to fight in the asylum, that they had killed yer companions... we just wanna defend ourselves..." He tries to make you understand and you really do, he's right, your hands are stained too. But that doesn't mean it hurts any less. "Look at me." He holds your chin. "Look at me." He urges you and you look at him sideways. "Trust Rick, he'll make the right decision." He promises you and you sigh.

"Okay..." You whisper and feel his hand stroking your hair.

"Come with me." He asks you, he holds your hand and pulls you, leading you away from the farm, before you leave the grounds you see him pick up an axe and that confuses you more.

You go into the forest again, you continue without saying anything, following his footsteps, his hand still holding yours while the axe is still resting on his shoulder until he stops in front of some trees.

"What are we doing here?" you can't stay quiet any longer.

"It's an Ash tree." He explains picking up one of the branches on the ground and hands it to you. You're still not sure, but playing with the branch in his hand you feel it light and supple.

"So what?"

"Said ya wanted to make a bow for the kids and maybe Carol, right? Besides we could use more arrows...this wood will help us."

"D-Do you think it's a good idea to get all this stuff ready...having what we have on the farm?" you're excited, you can't deny it, the idea of having more arrows and other bows to train with, you like it, but that boy, Randal, his life is hanging in the balance right now.

Daryl gives you a sidelong glance, doesn't respond, just shakes his shoulders and starts cutting one of the branches. You step aside and let him work. Daryl cuts three fairly large branches in addition to picking up several medium sized branches from the ground, most likely for arrows.

"Do you know how to make bows?" You dare to ask.

"It can't be too complicated, besides I'm sure Hershel can leave us some tools."

"Do you think he'll let us stay after what he's been through?"

"Right now he doesn't have much choice." He looks at you reaching for the axe to pull a rope out of his back pants pocket and bends down to tie the branches together.

You have to admit you like watching him work, you've always loved watching him busy, how focused he stays as he uses his hands and body for everything he does. You've always been mesmerized by him.

As you return to the house with the wood, Rick is waiting for you on the porch, his face reflects some confusion and curiosity, but he pushes it aside to approach the archer.

"Daryl, I need you to come with me for a moment."

"Have you decided what to do about Randal?" You ask as Daryl sets the wood down.

"Not yet, but I need you to find out more about his group, how many they are, if they could be a threat..."

"Sure, count on it." He turns to you. "Go to the camp, then I'll help ya with the arrows." He promises you.

You're not quite sure if you want to know what Daryl is going to do to find out more about Randal's group, but you obey by taking the branches he has carried there and head to the camp, the rest are moving towards the Greene's house, apparently the man is allowing them to stay closer, even inside the house, after what happened in the barn and knowing that there are dangerous people outside, Hershel has changed his opinion a bit about the outside world.

Anyway you stay in the camp, near the small fire that had not yet been extinguished. You leave the wood you've gathered there starting to sharpen the tip of one of the small branches, you're not quite sure what you're doing, but you remember Daryl doing something similar when you were younger so you work at it until the hunter returns from wherever Rick sent him. Soon you feel like you have an audience watching what you're doing. You look up to discover Sophia and Carl with you and smile.

"They won't let us hear what they're talking about..." Carl explains to you with some frustration.

"Some things you're better off not knowing... this world is getting crueler than it already was..."

"Do you think that boy is bad?"

"I don't know, but his companions may not be kind, that's what Rick is afraid of, he doesn't want anyone to hurt you and possibly doesn't want Hershel's family to suffer any more either, so he'll do whatever it takes to keep them away."

"Will he kill him?" Carl asks without hesitation and you feel goosebumps rise on your skin. These kids are growing up with no real childhood and you find that sad.

"I don't know, Carl, Daryl said your father would know what he would have to do...so I trust him."

"You and Daryl know each other a lot." Sophia says again. "Has he always been... like that?"

"He's always been particular." You can't help a chuckle. "But you don't have to be afraid of him, he barks a lot, but he doesn't bite." You promise them and they laugh quietly, with you.

You adore those kids.

You have finished several arrows, to your way of thinking they are not as bad as you had first thought, your gaze then detects movement near you, Sophia and Carl are getting up, Daryl is coming back, the group has gathered outside the house. You stop what you are doing and get up also going towards them to hear what Daryl has to say.

"They're a group of thirty or so. Women and men." He explains as he stands next to Rick. "They ain't looking to expand their numbers, if they show up here, the men, they'll kill us and the women..." He clenches his jaw, suddenly you feel his gaze fall on you. "They would rather be dead..."

"Let them try..." You roar, clenching your fists tightly.

"No one is going to come and do anything to us." Rick assures. "I'll take Randal away from here, tied up, without him seeing, without him hearing anything. He won't be able to come back." 

"Rick, that's dangerous." Try to talk some sense into him, Daryl.

"We have to take him out." Shane continues and again you feel goosebumps rise on your skin. "He's not one of ours, you heard what Daryl said, they'll come after us and kill us."

"I said no! We'll get him out of here, you, Shane, come with me. The rest of you make sure the whole perimeter is okay, make sure there's nothing and no one around, protect this place." 

You feel relief, a certain joy vibrating inside you, but still you try to keep a cool head, Rick wants to take Shane with him, there's something about that plan that you don't like as it's too unstable.

"Daryl..." You approach your friend. "I think you should..." You shut up then as you notice his raw knuckles. "W-what?"

"I've done what I had to do..." He says matter-of-factly, his knuckles bothering him, but he ignores the stinging pain.

"God... come here, let me look at that." You ask, taking his hand. He doesn't protest, just lets himself be guided to the fire where you were preparing the arrows and you have him sit down as you pull the disinfectant and a clean handkerchief from your pack to clean his wounds.

"It's always been like this, hasn't it?" he asks in a soft voice. "Me in trouble...yer sister and ya savin' my ass."

"Oh well... I remember you weren't the only one." You smile being careful with her hand. "You had to save my ass sometime too." You chuckle softly when you hear him snort.

"Because ya had shitty boyfriends." You can't even contain the violent laughter that escapes you, nor look offended. "Why did ya always gotta get the most complicated guys?"

"It's not like I ask for their resumes before I go out with them." You shrug and let go of his hand. 

Daryl watches you put things away as he looks around discovering several arrows lying on the ground, they're not finished, but he has to admit you're doing a good job.

He bends down picking up one of them, he brushes the tip of his finger against the sharpest part checking to make sure it really is.

"How did I do?" you look at him curiously. "I wasn't too sure, but I remembered seeing you do it sometime when we were in our secret place and..."

"They ain't bad, they need to be given a little balance in the back, but we'll look for some feathers or some fur from a rabbit." He explains and hits you over the head with the small branch. "Ya were always doing that... watching and writing, weren't ya?" You look at him sideways not sure if he's saying it annoyed or just curious. "I never read anything ya wrote."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I lost it all when this all started." You whisper and he chews his lip, but shakes his head.

"I'll get ya some paper and some pencil...ya can go back to writing."

"Thanks." You smile. "But what could I write now?"

"I dunno, maybe about this new world... maybe... write its history..." He shrugs and you look at him raising your eyebrows.

"That's a great idea, if you get paper and pen, I'll do it." You assure him. "But first I want you to show me how to finish those arrows and bows."

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[walkingfandead]

Title: All The Same, part two.

Summary: Merle accidentally gives you the angle you need to convince Daryl to teach you how to hunt.

Warnings: Merle being a pervert spying on you bathing in the lake. Manipulative Merle. Language.

You rose early the next morning, greeting Dale with a wave as he sat in his usual spot on the roof of the RV with his binoculars dangling from his neck.

“See anything good out there?” You ask.

“Nothing new. Might take up bird watching to keep me entertained up here.”

You laughed. If birds were the most exciting thing he saw that was fine by you. Anything but walkers.

“I’m gonna head to the lake to freshen up,” you tell him, “haven’t bathed in days.”

Dale frowned, “Maybe you should wait for one of the other ladies? It’s safer in pairs.”

“The lake’s always been secure enough, anyway I’m sure you’d hear me scream from here if it’s not.”

Dale didn’t appreciate your attempt at a joke if his expression was anything to go by. You sighed, resisting the urge to whine.

“Dale I smell like road-kill. I’ll be fifteen minutes. Twenty, tops.”

“Fine, twenty minutes!” Dale glanced at his watch, “If you’re not back by then I’m sending Shane down to fetch you, so you’d best be decent!”

You quickly grabbed fresh clothes from your tent and the raggedy towel Carol had given you (out of Ed’s sight) before heading toward the lake. Your pocket knife was tucked in your shorts but there hadn’t been a Walker near the camp since you’d first set up. Also, as far as you knew, Walkers couldn’t swim.

You picked your spot and began to peel off your disgusting clothes, choosing to keep your underwear on rather than going fully nude. The water was cold on your toes as you stepped into the clear liquid and with a bracing breath you rushed right in, dipping your head beneath the surface as soon as it was deep enough and enjoying the cold waking all your senses.

You resurfaced with a gasp and took a few moments to float on your back, staring at the endless stretch of clear blue sky. For a moment you let yourself forget about how ugly the world had become.

Knowing Dale would make good on his promise to send Shane after you, you flipped back onto your feet and began scrubbing madly at your skin and hair. The group had run out of soap and shampoo quickly, it was top of the last for Glenn’s next supply run, besides food, of course.

You did the best you could to get clean and lazily swam back to where your clothes were resting on the stones. Before you could reach them the sound of a shout took you by surprise, pulling your attention to where a large collection of rocks that has fallen from the cliff some time ago were piled just as two men fell out from amongst them, rolling toward you in a flurry of fists and feet.

You stared in shock as Daryl was quickly overpowered by Merle, who straddled his younger brother and dodged his flailing fists with a curt laugh.

“Come on now, calm the hell down why don’t ya!”

You blinked at the sight, perplexed until you realised you were still half-naked and rushed toward your clothes. Pulling them on clumsily with your skin and hair still wet you began to shout in their direction for an explanation before slipping on your boots. You marched over to the where they were jumping to their feet, circling each other like wild animals, ignoring your approach.

Merle’s expression was smug, backing away with raised hands as he started saying something about a misunderstanding. Daryl spat a mouthful of blood onto the stones as he squared his shoulders, caught between the two of you as you planted your hands on your hips and waited.

“What,” you began, “the fuck?”

Merle shrugged, unbothered by your fury apparently.

“I was just taking a morning stroll is all. Daryl here came looking for me and must have got the wrong idea.”

You blinked as your stomach began to turn. Merle was usually a great bullshitter but there was no way in hell he’d be up this early just to ‘take a stroll’.

“You were spying on me?”

“I was not!”

“Bullshit! You pervert! You wait until I tell Shane-“

“You must think you’re something special if you think I’d drag my ass down here just to leer at your skinny sack o’ bones taking a swim. Besides I ain’t afraid of that son-of-“

“That’s enough!”

Daryl’s voice broke Merle off mid-sentence and made you jump back in surprise. You knew Daryl was tough, you had to be to run with the likes of Merle. But to see the way the older of the brothers suddenly shut his mouth and regarded his sibling with a guarded expression was… new. Perhaps you didn’t know Daryl as well as you thought. Because Merle really wasn’t scared of anyone, but the way he looked at his brother… it wasn’t with fear, but he knew it was time to back down.

You crossed your arms tightly over yourself as the heat of your indignation began to creep from your body. With your anger and shock fading it was quickly being replaced with disgust and embarrassment. You felt… violated.

Merle held up his hands, tipping his head to one side before he rolled his eyes skyward.

“Alright, you got me. I was sneaking a peek.”

You swore, mentally coming up with a list of violent and painful methods of payback for his perversion.

“But it was an honest mistake. I really did come out to catch a break from all the damn snoring up at camp, I didn’t wanna startle ya when you started taking your clothes off…”

You blushed a vibrant red, a mixture of your humiliation and anger. You’d have to have a word with Dale when you got back as you couldn’t fathom how he hadn’t seen Merle follow after you toward the lake. Unless he’d been distracted by some damn bird.

“You could have just turned away and walked back up to camp!”

Merle shrugged again, his mouth twitching at the corners as his eyes roamed your body where the wet clothes stuck to your frame. You flicked him the finger.

“I didn’t see no harm in one quick peek. Was about to head back up when Daryl here caught up with me. Saw you floatin’ about out there and clocked me right in the jaw. Nice shot by the way little brother.” Merle pressed a hand to where you could already see a bruise beginning to form.

“I tried explainin’,” Merle rambled on as Daryl’s ragged breathing grew louder, “but you damn socked me in the mouth again!”

“What’s to explain?” You spat at him, “You know what you did was gross!”

“So I guess you’re gonna be reporting me to the man who still thinks he’s the law in these parts.” Merle sneered. You wanted nothing more than to punch him in the mouth yourself.

You were about to tell him he was damn right about that and you’d want a front row seat to the ass-whooping Shane would give him when Merle gave his brother a questioning look. His next words caused a slight short circuit in your brain.

“Think he’ll make us leave camp?”

Us?

“Why would Daryl have to leave, he didn’t do anything wrong… except maybe by not knocking your teeth out.”

You hated the smirk that spread over Merle’s face, the one that said he’d just been proven right about something. You felt yourself blush under his gaze and were unable to make eye contact with Daryl, who had gone unusually still.

“Where I go, my brother goes. Ain’t that right Daryl.”

It wasn’t a question. You finally looked toward the younger Dixon brother, but Daryl’s eyes were fixed on the ground.

“So you go run along and report me sweetheart. See how well you’ll all be eatin’ with us gone.”

Before you could say another word, before your brain could even catch up to ultimatum Merle had just dropped on you, Daryl stepped toward his brother and grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt, pulling Merle’s face close to his.

“You’re gonna apologise.” Daryl growled in a tone you’d never heard from him before.

You weren’t sure who was more surprised, Merle or yourself.

The laugh that came from Merle was unsettling. It was the kind of laugh a man might make when he knew his luck had run out… but he didn’t give a damn.

“You’re not thinking straight D. I warned ya, this is what pussy does to a man. Turns him into a bi-“

“There a problem down here?”

You jumped as Shane’s voice echoed toward you. He was striding across the stones, his boots crunching so loudly you didn’t know how you hadn’t heard him approach.

Daryl let go of Merle roughly, throwing him a warning glance that told him to keep his mouth shut.

You began to clench your fists at your sides, a nervous habit you’d had since your were a kid, as you looked from Shane, to Merle… to Daryl.

You hated to admit it, but you all needed the Dixon brothers. Not only did they provide fresh meat from their hunts but they were some much needed extra muscle if trouble came your way. If Shane sent Merle away from the camp you were leaving everyone at a disadvantage, and it was no secret that after Ed, Merle was the least liked of your band of survivors… so if Shane decided keeping Merle around was a risk not worth taking…

You looked at Daryl. Would he really follow his brother? You weren’t in anyway close to the man, you’d barely consider him a friend, but the thought of him not being around anymore left a hollow feeling in your chest. His silent presence had been something you’d come to find comfort in without even realising it.

Shane finally reached you, his hand resting on his hip close to his gun. You felt Merle tense up behind you as none of the men spoke a word.

“We’re fine.” You said in answer to Shane’s earlier question. “I was just… asking Daryl a favour.”

Shane frowned, clearly unconvinced. You could feel two sets of eyes on your back as you stood up straight and smiled a little more convincingly as another idea came to you.

“I was asking if Daryl could show me a few hunting tricks. Nothing with guns, I know,” you said hastily as Shane opened his mouth to speak. “just setting a few traps to catch some hares or something. Then I could show some of the others. The more of us who know how to catch a meal the better, right?”

You were a genius, you thought. Sure you still wanted to see Merle kicked black and blue for his perversion, but for now you’d wait and plot your revenge. Your heart skipped a beat as Shane looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding in approval.

“Guess it makes sense, so long as you don’t go too far from camp alone.”

You glanced over your shoulder to find Merle looking stony-faced and Daryl… well Daryl’s expression was unreadable. A careful mask of nothingness.

“So I guess I’ll meet you up at camp and we can start today?” You asked Daryl cheerfully, as if he hadn’t been at his brothers throat less than two minutes ago.

Daryl blinked and you were glad he’d always been a little shy and awkward. It made up for the fact that he was a terrible liar.

“Err… sure.”

You clapped cheerfully, “Right, well. I’m all done here boys so… as you were.”

With that you sauntered back to camp, feeling pleased with the outcome of a shitty situation.

“Why do you look like the cat who got the cream?” Andrea teased as you reached camp, passing by with a skip in your step as she and Amy began preparing the camp’s breakfast.

“‘Cause I’ll soon be catching rabbits!” You grinned, leaving them to share confused looks as you disappeared to dress more appropriately for your new venture.