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deanstead · 4 years ago

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Somebody’s Watching

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Request by danipearl16: Request- Jay has a girlfriend that nobody knows about and then they get a case where she’s being stalked and her stalker is killings women that seem to remind him of her and it turns out to be her ex-boyfriend from high school and Jay starts going downhill a little bit because he’s worried about her. Also his girlfriend is more on the younger than his side by 7 years

Word Count: 4,365

Warnings: cursing, mention of sexual assault/misconduct (non-graphic), mention of non-con touching, stalking, minor OC death, mention of injury, angst, fluff

A/N: Please beware of the triggers before you continue reading! I changed some parts to fit into the storyline but I still hope you like what I did with it! I’m pretty excited about this fic so I really really hope yall will like it! It’s my first time writing such a detailed case in so I hope it turned out well? Please hit me up and let me know what you think! Love yall!

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You looked up from where you were sprawled on the couch, fiddling with your phone. Jay was sitting at the table, a small frown across his face as he pored over case notes.

Jay usually didn’t bring his work home with him but they’d just closed a big case and he had spent a whole week in the district. So instead of spending more time there to finish the paperwork, Jay had opted to bring it home instead.

You smiled to yourself just as Jay looked up. “Sorry babe.” He said, making a little face at the papers strewn across the table.

Chuckling, you climbed off the couch and moved towards him. You stood behind him, looping your arms around his shoulders, resting your chin on his shoulder. “I missed you.” You whispered.

Jay turned slightly, tugging you so that you now landed in his lap.

“Missed you too.” He whispered, smiling as one of his arms snaked around your waist, holding you securely to him, another hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “Sorry I’ve been busy.”

You shook your head, smiling.

You’d been dating for a while but no one else knew. Both of you had agreed to keep it on the down low, partly because of your age difference. Even though you had agreed you’d keep it quiet at least for the first few months, it had been a lot more than that and it had been going so well that you didn’t really want to purposefully invite anyone into this world that Jay and you had created for yourselves. Rather than keeping it a secret, you guys just hadn’t made the effort to tell anyone or publicize it to the world. This also meant that when he was stuck at the district, you didn’t get to see him but on such days, Jay was always mindful about checking in.

“What’s on your mind?” Jay asked.

“Just thinking I’m lucky to have you.” You responded, leaning in to try to give him a hug. Instead, Jay stroked your cheek and pressed his lips to yours. “Now, I really need to finish this.”

You laughed. “Go forth.”

---

Jay had taken a few well-deserved days of furlough, which he had mostly spent curled up with you. You didn’t have any complaints, it had been just what you both needed.

But Intelligence couldn’t catch a break. It was Jay’s first day back and now, he was already walking up to a crime scene.

Jay pushed the yellow crime scene tape upwards, letting Hailey walk through ahead of him before following behind her.

“What do we have?” Jay asked, approaching the spot where Adam and Kim were standing.

Kim turned. “Kate Whitewood, 22, stabbed multiple times.”

“She’s not in the system. No priors, nothing.” Adam added.

“No belongings on her?” Voight asked, looking around.

Adam shook his head. Jay frowned. “There’s barely any blood here.”

Kevin nodded, jogging forward to join them. “This is probably just the dump site. She must have been killed elsewhere.”

Hailey stood from where she had bent to examine the body. “She has defensive wounds on her. Maybe we’ll get lucky and find skin under her fingernails.”

Jay bent forward slightly. “What are those? Marks around her neck? We need to get her to the ME to get the exact cause of death.”

“Kim, bag her hands and get forensics to run a deluxe.” Voight said, as Kim nodded.

“My CI works this street, let me see what I can find out.” Jay said, turning away.

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“So Kate was last seen at this bar right in town.” Hailey said, walking in and sticking a screenshot onto the board, which showed a camera view of the street outside the bar.

Kate could be seen on the image, her head turned slightly as she waved to someone, a man standing by her side. Hailey tapped the image.

“We can’t find this guy. His face is always turned away from the camera, facial recognition is out.”

Voight nodded. “Jay, have you heard from your CI?”

Jay nodded, resting slightly against Hailey’s desk, his arms crossed in front of him. “My guy says there haven’t been any deals going down. I think we can rule out drugs or gangs. Streets have been quiet ever since that big bust we did last month.”

“It was 28 degrees out last night, ME couldn’t find the exact time of death. But there were signs she was raped, signs of asphyxiation and five penetration wounds from a knife.” Kevin said, opening the file he had gotten from the medical examiner earlier.

Voight turned to Kim. “Who was she?”

Kim sighed. “Kate was a hard worker, she had just started her job as a receptionist at a dentist’s office in South Loop. Dad’s MIA, Mum’s remarried and relocated to New York so she’s living on her own.”

“Have we found who she was with last night?”

Adam nodded. “I’ve gone through her phone. Looks like she was meeting her friend Grace at the club last night.”

“We need to talk to her. I want to know about the last day of Kate’s life. Timeline. Check all sex offenders in the area. Comb her social media. Let’s go.” Voight instructed.

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Jay knocked on the main door, glancing sideways at Hailey. The door swung open.

“Grace Archer? I’m Detective Upton, this is Detective Halstead, can we come in?” Hailey asked.

She furrowed her brows. “What’s this about?”

“You’re friends with Kate Whitewood?” Hailey asked, without directly answering her question. She nodded and without missing a beat, Hailey continued, “We need to ask you a few questions about last night.”

Grace stepped back to let them in, her face falling as she led them to the sitting room.

“I heard from her parents. The whole thing’s horrible.” Grace whispered, wrapping her hands around herself.

“Can you tell us what you remember?” Jay asked.

Grace looked up. “Kate’s boyfriend had broken up with her a few months ago, so I took her out. She needed to get out again.”

“Were you approached by anyone?” Hailey asked.

“Several.” She answered.

“Anyone that stood out?”

Grace paused, trying to recall. “Kate didn’t even really want to go. She barely looked at the guys… except…”

Hailey sat up a little. “There must have been something about this guy that she left with, something unique. We have a photo of him on the surveillance tape. Flashy?”

Grace nodded, “Yeah, he had this like... attitude… like he was hitting on us but he was making a joke of it at the same time.” She paused. “The last thing she told me was that she had a great time… I shouldn’t have forced her to come out.”

“This isn’t your fault.” Hailey leaned over and patted Grace comfortingly on the arm. “Thanks for talking to us. Please call us if you think of anything else.”

As Jay walked out of Grace’s house with Hailey, he looked at his partner. “This guy’s confident, he’s smooth and it doesn’t look like he knew Kate or Grace.”

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For the rest of the day, the team had almost combed through the whole of Kate’s whereabouts before she had disappeared and all they had was a big fat nothing.

Jay typed a quick text to you to let you know that he wasn’t going to be able to come over tonight.

You read the text, smiling a little. Jay was busy but it was cute that he always kept you informed. You stopped walking, typing back a reply to tell him it was okay and to do what he had to do, before you kept her phone back into your pocket.

You walked along the street, the same street you walked on every night, frowning a little. You turned around, scanning the street behind you.

You could swear that it was like someone was watching you, or following you. But the street was empty. This wasn’t the first time you had had this feeling - like the little hairs on the back of your neck were standing but you had nothing to back up this feeling you had.

Holding your bag tighter against you, you pushed yourself forward, quickening your footsteps, only letting up as you passed the safety of your apartment building’s front door.

As you passed the threshold of your apartment and closed the door behind you, you pulled out your phone, staring at it for a while. Part of you wanted to call Jay, to hear his voice and have him tell you that you were just tired, imagining things. But the rational part of your brain convinced yourself that everything was okay, reminding you that Jay was so busy and deep in a case, he really shouldn’t have to worry about you.

Ultimately, you put your phone on the counter, chuckling at yourself. Maybe you really were too tired.

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By the next morning, another body had turned up, not two streets away from the first dump site.

Jay felt an uneasy feeling spread in the pit of his stomach as he stared at the photo of the new victim that was already up on the board. They had a serial killer in Chicago and this guy’s victim type had physical characteristics that were scarily similar to you.

“Jay.” Hailey broke Jay out of his thoughts. “Emma Green, 23, strangulation marks, six stab wounds.”

Jay turned to his partner and nodded. “Did they go to the same club?”

Hailey handed Jay a file. “No, but look at what we picked up on the surveillance camera.” Jay opened the file, studying the photo.

“This is our guy isn’t it?” He pointed at a male figure who was standing next to their second victim, his face still hidden from the camera, wearing a plain cap.

“Hey guys, I might have found a link.” Kim said, walking in. “I checked the employee records and there’s a bartender that works in both clubs and he was on shift on each day our victims went missing. He’s got a prior for aggravated assault and harassment.”

“We’ll take it.” Jay said, grabbing his jacket and heading out of the district.

Hailey fell into step next to him, glancing at him. “Jay, you okay?”

Jay nodded. “Let’s just get this son of a bitch.”

They travelled the rest of the way in silence. Hailey seemed to pick up that this case was affecting Jay differently but she didn’t press further, allowing Jay to lead the way into the closed club.

“Ben Carlton?”

The bartender looked up from where he was, his eyes falling onto the police badge that was hung around Jay’s neck.

In a sudden motion, he ducked out and ran.

“Hey, stop!” Jay yelled, as both he and Hailey launched themselves after him, Hailey shooting out the front door to try to head him off.

“5021 George, I have a suspect fleeing on foot.” Jay called into his radio, sprinting after the bartender.

The bartender barely made it onto the next street before Hailey flung herself at him around the corner, rolling onto the ground as Jay pulled out his gun. “Don’t move!” He yelled, as Hailey pulled the bartender to his feet.

“Let’s go.” Jay snarled.

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“It wasn’t me!” Ben yelled as he sat in the interrogation room, facing Jay and Hailey.

Jay sighed internally, watching Ben’s reactions and the way he was answering the questions Hailey was shooting at him.

“Those were mistakes, I didn’t do this!” He yelled again.

Jay pushed himself upright, getting up from where he was leaning against the wall and pushing the photos of the victims onto the table. “This. Look at this. We can place these girls at the bars you worked at just before they died.”

“Look.” Ben said, looking up at Jay. “I saw them but they left before I even finished my shift.”

Jay glanced at Hailey. “Who did they leave with?” Hailey asked.

Ben looked from Hailey to Jay. “Look, I don’t know the guy, he’s not a regular. But he’s white, about their age. I noticed him because he headed for them the moment that he walked in. Like he knew they were there.”

Before Jay or Hailey moved, a knock came from the door.

“You guys gotta see this.” Adam said, sticking his head in.

“Sit tight.” Jay said to Ben, following Adam outside, where Kevin was waiting as well.

Kevin handed the file to Jay. “We got another one.” Jay flipped open the file, which told him what he already feared. Another victim, of a physical type that not only matched the first two victims but also you.

Jay looked up. “His cooling off period is getting shorter. We need to get this son of a bitch.”

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The feeling was getting a little stronger that someone had been watching you.

You glanced over your shoulder but as usual the street was empty. Maybe you needed to stop staying late.

You turned back towards the front. There were sounds of footsteps but you swallowed the lump in your throat, quickening your pace as discreetly as you could.

It definitely felt like someone was following you now. You were almost running by the time you rounded the corner, colliding with someone.

You gave a yelp of surprise.

“Y/N!”

You had collided with Jay.

You let out a breath, spinning around to look over your shoulder.

“What’s going on? You okay?” Jay’s eyes snapped from you to the empty street behind you.

You turned back to look at Jay. Now that he was standing in front of you, it didn’t seem that scary anymore - maybe you had imagined the whole thing.

You shook your head, taking one last glance behind you. “What are you doing here? You finished the case?”

Jay smiled but the smile didn’t really reach his eyes. “Just wanted to check in on you. I have to go back soon.”

You reached for his hand without saying anything and that’s how the both of you walked back to your apartment, your hand clenched securely in his, almost like the both of you had a tight bubble around you.

You could tell Jay’s mind was far away, and it was even more unlike him to come see you in the middle of a case. You knew there was something troubling him but you weren’t one to press. Jay would tell you when he felt he could or he wanted to.

Instead, you just squeezed his hand.

Almost as if you were prying him from his thoughts, Jay looked at you and smiled. He pulled you closer to him, tucking you under his arm.

“You’re okay, right?” You asked, without looking up at him, just as he escorted you to your door.

Jay turned to look at you and nodded. “I will be, once this case is over.” He leaned forward to give you a kiss. “If anything happens, you call me, okay? No matter what.”

You raised an eyebrow but nodded at him, watching him disappear into the elevator before you retreated back into your apartment.

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Intelligence had been tirelessly chasing down leads but they now had four bodies and Voight was getting pressure to solve this quickly as well. They needed a break in this case and fast.

“Okay, let’s regroup, what do we have so far?” Voight barked.

“All four victims were raped and found with multiple stab wounds. We know he picks up his victims from bars and appears non-threatening enough that his victims are willing to leave with him.” Jay said, getting up.

Hailey headed to the board, frowning. “We dumped their phones but we weren’t able to find any connection between the victims other than their physical type.” Hailey cast a look at Jay, which Voight didn’t miss. “I think he’s working his way up to something.”

“Hey guys?” Kim spoke up as she walked back in, flipping open the file sitting on her desk. “I went back over the first murder to see if we missed anything. Look at this.”

Kim pulled in her chair, zooming into the photo. “This badge here on his jacket, it’s barely visible so we missed it the first few times. I sent it to the lab to see if they could enhance the image and this is what I got.”

Kim clicked and up popped the crest of a high school. “Look, it’s not just a general badge. Look at the year.”

“Okay, that is the crest for Lincoln High. It’s a jacket given to those who graduated that year.” Kevin said, frowning at it.

“I’ll run the list of students who graduated in that year.” Jay barked, heading straight for his desk, his fingers flying across his keyboard.

Cross-checking was the worst job ever but the moment Jay’s eyes landed on your name on the list of graduates, he pulled it together, eliminating the women, men who had moved out of state or country, until finally he only had three names on the list.

“Okay, I have a Steven Miller, Charles Shoemaker and John Marlin.” Jay finally spoke up as everyone looked up. “But only Steven Miller has priors.”

“For harassment, sexual misconduct, and attempted assault. Sarge, this has to be our guy.” Jay looked up at Voight.

“Do we have an LKA?” Voight asked.

“Already on it.” Adam said.

“Go pick him up.” Adam nodded, motioning to Kevin as they headed out.

Something was bugging Jay. Steven Miller. That name was…

Fuck.

Jay pushed back his chair, entering Voight’s office without knocking and closing the door behind him.

“Sarge.”

Voight looked up, frowning a little at the look on Jay’s face. He put down his pen and leaned back in his chair, looking up at Jay.

“I’ve heard Miller’s name before. It was bugging me, but I remember now.”

Voight sat up straighter.

“I’m seeing his ex-girlfriend.” The words slipped past Jay’s lips. “Sarge, everything makes sense now. The physical type, the way he’s building up because his actual target…” Jay trailed off.

You had told Jay about Steven just once. You hadn’t gone into detail but you had told Jay about the short period that you had been together with Steven – his need for control over all aspects of your life, how he had always been a little rough, how he hadn’t taken any form of rejection well, and how you’d ended it the day he struck you.

“Take Hailey.”

Jay was already halfway to the door.

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You had left early today.

It had been a while since you had done such an early shift but you’d been feeling more and more uneasy while walking home at night and the news coverage on the murders that were happening at the moment didn’t help.

You didn’t need Jay to tell you that you looked exactly like those girls who had been murdered. It was clear as day.

You fiddled with the key in the lock, opening the door.

You felt your heart drop into your stomach as you registered the person standing in front of you. In your house.

“Steven.” You muttered, your voice trembling, barely registering the butt of a gun heading towards your temple before it went dark.

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Hailey hadn’t said anything but she knew something was off.

“Jay, what’s going on?” She asked. “How do you know this girl’s the target?”

Jay didn’t answer but pressed harder on the accelerator, gripping the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles were white. The ringing tone going off through his bluetooth speaker in the car making him feel even worse.

“Jay.” Hailey said again. “I’m your partner.”

Jay glanced at her now. “She’s my girlfriend.”

Hailey’s eyebrows shot up. “I didn’t even know you were seeing someone.”

Jay let a beat of silence passed. “Miller’s her ex. I should have seen the signs, the physical type, everything, I…”

“Jay. She’ll be fine. Come on.” Hailey reassured him, as he turned his truck onto the familiar street.

“She’s still not answering.” Jay said, through gritted teeth. He’d been trying to call you since he had left the station.

Without hesitation, Jay bounded up the stairs, Hailey right behind him. From down the corridor, Jay could already tell your door was slightly ajar.

“Hang back.” Jay whispered, pulling out his service weapon.

Jay quietly approached the door. “Y/N?” He opened the door with his foot, freezing as his eyes landed on you, sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, your eyes frantic as Steven held a knife to your throat from where he stood behind you.

Jay gritted his teeth, using his foot to slam the door shut, knowing that Hailey would know what to do.

“Step away from her.” Jay growled, pointing his gun directly at Steven.

Steven smiled. “I was wondering when you’d arrive. Put that down.”

Jay grinded his teeth but didn’t move. You felt the cold blade of the knife press against your skin and inhaled sharply.

“Put. It. Down.” Steven repeated.

“Okay, okay.” Jay said, glancing at you before putting his hands above his head, disarming his gun and putting it down onto the floor.

Steven smiled again, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Jay growled.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to tell me what to do.” Steven answered.

“Jay, I’m sorry.” You whispered.

Jay looked straight at you. “It’s going to be okay. You focus on me, you hear me? I’m right here.”

“We broke up a long time ago, what the hell are you doing?” You asked. You were afraid, hell you were trembling, but this was crazy and you had to help Jay to find a way out of this.

“We wouldn’t be broken up if he hadn’t come between us.” Steven snarled, moving closer towards you, his lips almost touching your ear.

Jay growled. “Leave her alone.”

Steven looked back up at Jay again.

“What, you mean don’t do this?” Steven asked, crushing his lips against yours.

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Jay yelled. “Is that what you did? How you forced yourself on all the other girls? What do you want, Steven? What are you trying to accomplish?”

“All I wanted was to be with Y/N! But you took her.” He spat.

“So you decided to go on a rampage?” Jay asked. You saw him twitch like he was looking for something so you started talking, as much as it made you want to gag.

“Steven, why didn’t you just talk to me?” You asked, trying to distract him.

“Talk? All you care about is him!” He yelled, lifting the knife and pointing it at Jay.

It happened in a split second.

The moment he lifted the knife, Jay yelled, “Now, Y/N!”

You threw yourself forward, covering your head with your hands as you heard the gunshots go off, just two. You weren’t sure who was shooting but you didn’t move until you heard Jay’s voice again.

“Y/N, it’s okay, it’s over.” Jay whispered.

You looked up, Jay’s face hovering above you.

“Jay…”

Jay nodded, “It’s okay, come here.”

Jay pulled his arms around you.

“He…” Jay shook his head, shielding your view of Steven’s now motionless body. “Don’t look back, come on.”

Jay tried to lead you out of the apartment, barely making it to the main door before his teammates appeared. “Jay!” Kevin called, as he spotted both of you.

Jay nodded. “Thanks.” Kevin nodded, his eyes lingering on the way Jay was holding you close to his side before making way for Jay to lead you back down to the ground floor where the ambulances were waiting.

Jay led you all the way to the waiting paramedics, not even leaving your side to get himself checked.

You weren’t hurt, not really. There was a little open cut from where Steven had pressed the blade a little too hard when he had been agitated but other than that you were fine. Well, that, and that disgusting feeling that came with remembering how Steven had pressed his lips against yours.

Voight approached you and Jay. Jay squeezed your hand. “I’ll be right back.” You smiled and nodded.

Jay and Voight talked in low voices until Voight turned to look at you. “And she’s okay?”

Jay nodded. “Yeah, she is. I just need to…”

“Do what you need to do. We’ll finish up here.” Voight said, nodding and clapping Jay on the back.

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The paramedics had dressed the wound on the scene before Jay had brought you back to his apartment.

After getting you into a clean change of clothes and some warm food in you, you had ended up back in your favourite place in the world – on Jay’s couch, in Jay’s apartment, encircled in Jay’s arms.

You lay your head on Jay’s chest.

“So this was all because of me?” You asked in a low voice.

Jay sat up, looking at you. “What?”

“He killed all those women… because of me. I got them killed.” You whispered.

“No, no, baby.” Jay propped himself up, but didn’t let you go. “This is not your fault. Steven he… he did this, not you.”

You looked up at him. “He even… in front of you… he…” You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, you felt disgusting. He’d kissed you, he’d done it in front of Jay and he’d ruined everything.

You hadn’t said that much but Jay just tilted your chin upwards and kissed you. “Jay…”

“I’ll take it all away.” Jay whispered. “I’m sorry, I should have been there sooner.”

You shook your head, swiping away the tears that had slid down your cheeks.

Jay cupped your cheek again, pulling you into his chest. You balled your hand around his shirt, gripping at Jay.

“It’s okay, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” Jay whispered.

“I’ll never let anyone touch you ever again.” He half snarled, still caressing you gently.

You leaned into his embrace, closing your eyes as the sound of Jay’s heartbeat gently lulled you back into the feeling of safety and security.

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 4 years ago

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Forever & Always: Stage 1 - Denial | Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Witch!Reader; Platonic Avengers x Reader

Words: A little less than 2.2k words

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Grief (Loss of Parent), Depression, Anxiety, Angst, & Fluff (more to be added) If you see something that I missed don't be afraid to tell me.

Synopsis: Y/N “Birdy” (nicknamed by her family), comes from a long line of witches and warlocks, living her days at the New Avengers Compound, alongside her friends. The Avengers are part of her family and her family is always welcome to the compound. Things for once seemed to be going well now that all was right from the attack on Thanos, everyone was alive, all was forgiven, friendships were thriving, that all ended when Birdy’s brother came calling with sad news, their mother had suddenly passed. These are the stages of grief Birdy faces, through the loss of her best friend, her protector, her mother.

Info: The Sebastian edit in the moodboard is done by @nix-akimbo and the dividers are done by @firefly-graphics. A big thank you too @sllooney for beta editing this, all mistakes are mine. I've had this finished for over a week I just hadn't had the heart to post, but I had my laptop out so here it is! I do not give permission for this to be translated or to be posted on other sites without my written permission.

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Baby wails rang through the kitchen as Birdy sat on the floor with her back against the cabinet. She felt exhausted as she tried to calm her speeding heart, her husband was gone on a mission, and she has been left to take care of the 6 month old twins on her own.

Lyra and Grant had been crying since they had woken up this morning at the crack of dawn and it was now noon. Birdy had tried feeding them, rocking them, tummy time, nothing was working. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Getting up from the floor after making sure the twins were still safe in their playpen in the corner, they both just looked at her red faced, breaking her heart. Birdy made her way to the chalkboard picking up a piece of chalk, writing; Mama HELP! I need you please, I’m having a crisis and I don’t know what to do.

Dramatic? Yes. Effective? Apparently so, because the words 'on my way' appeared immediately under her message. Letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding, Birdy grabbed the pitcher of Orange Blood tea out of the fridge and the shortbread cookies from the jar where she had been hiding them from her husband.

The back door to the kitchen opened and the older Lyra walked in, met by the sounds of her grandbabies wailing their little hearts out. Birdy’s mother looked at her with a soft smile, taking in her daughter's exhausted frame. Her hair was pulled off her face in a ponytail, oversized yoga pants hung loosely on her hips, with a tank and cardigan to match. Birdy looked just about done, but still so beautiful in her mother’s eyes.

“My little Birdy, sit down, I got this.” The mother moved behind her daughter and gently steered her to the breakfast nook, while she went in the direction of the playpen.

“Oh my little cherubs, what seems to be the matter?” Speaking to the babies in a soft voice, the grandmother grabbed Grant and brought him over to his mother, who quickly cradled the bundle of joy in her arms, while she returned for her namesake, cradling her closely, shushing her softly. It didn’t do much but as Lyra sat at the breakfast nook across from her daughter she began to rock the baby in her arms, Birdy copying her mother’s actions, brushing her finger down Grant’s sweet button nose.

“Let’s see… your belly's full, you are clean, warm, nothing seems to be off, I think your Mumma has just forgotten the most important thing, a lullaby!” Birdy looked at her mother with wide eyes, while she simply just smiled at her. “When you were a baby you could be quite fussy as well and the only way to get you to settle down was for me to sing a little lullaby. So I think what these two need is a little diddy and they’ll be right as rain.” Birdy’s mother began to hum one of the ever so familiar songs from her childhood. A song to ease her worries as her mother held her.

“I'm rocking you to sleep, the water's dark and deep inside this ancient heart. You'll always be a part of me.” both babies had stopped crying and were now yawning, holding onto the fingers of the women holding them.

“Goodnight, my angel, now it's time to dream. And dream how wonderful your life will be. Someday your child may cry and if you sing this lullaby, then in your heart, there will always be a part of me.” Little Lyra had drifted off into slumberland, while Grant had gone quiet, his eyes fighting hard to stay open but as Birdy continued to brush her pointer finger down his nose, it was becoming a losing battle.

“Someday we'll all be gone, but lullabies go on and on. They never die, that’s how you and I will be.” Both babies asleep, Birdy looked up at her mother in relief but stopped when she saw the sad look in her familiar eyes.

“Birdy since you were just a Babe in my arms I dreamed this moment over and over again, it never varied until now. I need you to know that I love you so much and I’m so very proud of you, proud of the woman you have become. You are a superhero, not many mothers out there can say their child is a superhero.” it felt as if her heart had dropped to the pit of Birdy’s stomach as she watched her mother put Little Lyra back in the playpen with a kiss to her forehead.

“I’m sharing this moment with you now because I know it’s going to come true for you, but I need you to remember something for me...” Lyra placed her hand on her daughter's cheek, brushing the single tear away. “Remember you were loved by me. That you made my life a happy one, and there is no tragedy in that.” Kissing Birdy on the forehead? Lyra moved towards the back door, her daughter getting up as carefully as possible, hoping not to wake the babies.

“Don’t go please, I love you!”

With a smile on her face Lyra blew a kiss to her daughter and then was out the door.

Birdy gasped sitting up. Wanda, falling off of her, being forced from the comfortable place where she had laid her head on Birdy’s stomach to watch the Breakfast Club in the blanket fort that Peter and Morgan had assembled earlier in the day. The fort took up over half of the New Avengers main living room and sat in front of the television. It's where the duo, Peter and Morgan had hung out and watched cartoons together, waiting for budget meetings and debriefings for the week to be over.

Wanda and Birdy had quickly fallen in love with the fort, and with Peter and Morgan for inviting them inside to help keep the little girl company until her parents were done working for the day. When Morgan had left they had decided to leave it up for a John Hughes movie marathon. Bucky and Steve had come to join the youngest Avengers in watching the films.

All eyes had moved from Breakfast Club to a gasping Birdy. Wanda’s hand was quick to grab hers and give it a reassuring squeeze, trying to pull her from her frantic daze. Birdy’s eyes started to scan the cozy space, seeing that the popcorn was all gone and Peter had stopped mid way to the Jelly Beans, now peering at her in worry. Bucky was on his side looking from her to Steve, as he put his hand on her shoulder, trying to give comfort.

“I’ll go get Mr. Barton and Miss Natasha!” Peter’s quick reflexes had him out of the fort in seconds, without knocking anything down, before anyone could say anything.

Birdy was trying so hard to figure out what was going on. She knew where she was, at the compound. She knew it was Friday, movie nights with Peter and Wanda, and that she had fallen asleep at the end of Weird Science, her least favorite John Hughes movie.

She had been dreaming, yet it felt so real. But she wasn’t carrying a child and she wasn’t even dating anyone, so it made no sense. Also her mother just leaving like that? Strange. The more Birdy thought on the dream the more her head started to hurt. Someone calling her name pulled her from her thoughts and looking up Clint stood crouched above her.

“Hey Kiddo, are you back with us?” Clint held out his hand to Birdy, which she gladly took, letting go of Wanda’s, and allowing the archer to pull her up off the blanketed floor. Natasha stood at the entrance of the fort in her pajamas, looking in, watching as Clint hugged the younger woman. Right away Natasha knew something was off.

“Yeah, I’m sorry you guys, I had the strangest dream and it-” Birdy’s face was scrunched up in almost confusion, as she stared off behind Clint’s shoulder. “-It felt so real.” Her voice died off as Clint hugged her close to him.

“It wasn’t a vision was it?” Natasha moved inside the blanket fort, her question was more of one of concern. Every time that Birdy had a vision, something bad was about to happen or come their way, like the time she had envisioned the meeting with General Ross, the next day the team was torn in two, because of the Sokovia Accords. Birdy just shook her head, it wasn’t a vision that she knew of.

“Well if it was just a dream, I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Wanda and Peter, why don’t you go make chamomile tea. Steve go adjust the temperature? I think it’s a little warm. Bucky do whatever it is you want to do.” Natasha waved the former assassin off, “Clint and I are going to just sit in here with you until you feel better.” Sitting on the loveseat, Natasha patted the empty cushion next to her as Clint guided Birdy to sit next to her.

Before anyone could do what the Black Widow demanded, a gust of wind blew through knocking many of the blankets to the ground. Bucky was up on his feet in flash as none of the windows were open. This gust of wind was not ordinary. Steve moved to the opening of the fort with a pillow in front of him, peeking out into the living room.

In front of the windows facing the vast forestry surrounding the compound, stood Pietro Maximoff and Jasper Valentine, the pair of them holding on to Birdy’s older brother Rory. The trio looked disheveled, eyes bloodshot, and their hair all over the place. Steve felt his body relax when he recognized them, dropping the pillow to the ground. Scoffing, Jasper let go of the warlock first, and made his way forward, hugging Steve.

“Rory Sellar, what have I told you about just portaling unannounced into the compound?” Steve let go of Jasper before he made his way to Pietro, hugging the twin of his teammate, then to Rory, who just cleared his throat and looked to the ground. Pietro shook his head, getting Steve’s attention, immediately the scolding died in Steve’s throat.

“Steve, is Birdy awake?” Rory’s voice cracked as Natasha and Bucky looked out. Bucky gave a slight wave of his hand at the newcomers, while Natasha tilted her head in the direction of the fort. The group made their way inside the massive fort following behind Natasha. Birdy, jumping up from the couch at the sight of her older brother, rushed to give him a hug. Rory took his little sister in his arms, hugging her tightly, as he kissed her on the crown of her forehead.

“I just had the weirdest dream…” Birdy pulled away as she heard Rory sniffle, looking up at him in concern.

“Birdy I’m so sorry, she wouldn’t let me portal to come get you, she said she didn’t want you to see her that way.” Birdy’s face scrunched up in confusion. “I begged her to let me come get you, but she said no, and Dad agreed.” Rory started to let the tears fall.

“Rory, you aren’t making any sense, what is going on?” Pietro was by the warlock's side in an instant, his hand on his shoulder, looking at Wanda, who gasped after reading her twin brother's mind. Wanda looked away with tears in her eyes, hand covering her mouth in shock and sadness.

“What’s wrong? Is everyone okay?” Thousands of questions swam through her head, as her brother grabbed her hand, holding it as Natasha made her way to the younger girl's side.

“It’s mom Birdy, she’s gone.” tears started to build up behind the girl's eyes at her brother's words. Shaking her head, Birdy felt as if the room dropped ten degrees in that moment. “She has gone to be with souls in the great beyond.”

Before anyone knew it Birdy was falling to knees, a cry erupted from her mouth, “No!”

Birdy screamed while the power in the building started to flicker as the walls started to shake. Natasha, at Birdy’s side, pulled her to her side. Steve looked around realizing they needed to get the young witch calmed down or they were going to be in trouble.

“Rory you need to get her out of here, the building isn’t going to be able to handle this sort of shaking.” As he spoke part of the stucco from the ceiling fell on his shoulder.

Rory reached down holding onto his little sister's shoulder and looked back at Clint, “I’ll be right back for you.” In a flash, through a portal, the trio were gone. As fast the shaking and flickering lights had started they had stopped. The rest of the group stood there staring at the empty spot that once was Natasha, Rory and Birdy, feeling a sudden emptiness with the news they had heard. Things were about to change and it was out of their control.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 5 years ago

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Sick Little Games: Twenty-Eight

“I look responsible, right?” you ask from in front of the mirror. It was your fourth outfit, and clothes were strewn from one end of the room to the other.

“You look like a very straight-laced and not at all sexy librarian,” Clint said, glancing up from his book.

“Clint-” you whine, reaching back to unzip your skirt and change again.

“Baby stop,” he said, setting his book aside and reaching for you, “You look good. You look like a whole adult. With a checking account that knows how to do taxes. You even look like you know how to bake.” He pulls you into his lap and smiles up at you.

“Really?” You look stressed and anxious, and like you might be about to cry. Again. You’d been stress crying all day periodically. You don’t want to see your parents, you don’t want to go to court. You don’t want to deal with the coming media circus. But you do want your boys. You want them safe and happy.

“Really,” he answers softly, cradling your face in his hands. “Baby,” he soothes, “It’s gonna be fine. They’re coming home with us, okay? They’re gonna walk you down the aisle at the wedding and everything, okay?”

When you start crying again, his chest hurts. He wishes you didn’t have to do this. That you could just will it into being. But. Your magic didn’t have that much finesse. You were a blunt instrument for fighting. “Come on,” he encourages, “Let’s get you a hot bath and a cuddle. You’ve got a big day tomorrow, and you need rest.”

“That sounds nice,” you murmur against his neck.

“Then get out of your court clothes and let me get it started, huh?” he murmurs, “I’d love to get you naked anyway. Spend a little time admiring my girl before we gotta be responsible.”

You swallow hard and cling a little tighter for a second, and Clint makes a soft sound, “What’ wrong?” he asked, rubbing your back.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Clint,” you say quietly.

The archer smiles a little, “Of course you do,” he said, “It’s a big change. And a lot of feelings.”

“It’s not that,” you tell him. It’s hard to explain the frozen feeling in the pit of your stomach. The same feeling you get before a rough mission. The same feeling you used to get before Stirling would snap and take his belt to your backside or lock you in the “prayer closet” in the basement. It was a warning.

He kisses the side of your head and sighs, “Whatever happens,” he promises, “I’ll be right here, okay?” Clint didn’t need you to explain. And didn’t expect you to. And it was kind of glad you didn’t. As much as he knew about your powers, he set less stock in omens and feelings. It all muddied the waters too much, this trying to see into the future. Or relying too much on the past. As far as he was concerned, all that mattered what was right here. The fact that you were in his arms and one step closer to your goal. And getting you to bed to get some rest.

After a second, when you get off his lap to go hang up your clothes for court, Clint goes to the bathroom to start the water. In the back of his mind, he makes a plan to renovate the bathroom. It was big enough to add you to a nice bathtub. One that you could sulk in after a long day. He adds things to the water from the bottles you’d labeled for him. He didn’t know if the things were magical or just mundane Hippie shit, but it didn’t really matter. It smelled nice. And you liked it.

When you pad into the bathroom, he smiles. You didn’t bother to put clothes on. And he gets a thrill down his spine. You’re beautiful. And as your hands roam over him, deftly removing his clothes, he has no complaints. He’d never planned on putting you in the bath alone. And as you settle back against his chest with a contented sigh, he wraps his arms around you. There aren’t words. There don’t need to be. He watches you toy with his fingers and trace the lines of his palm smiling softly.

“What’s it say?” he asked, teasing.

“I thought you didn’t believe in palm reading,” you answer, kissing his jaw.

“You don’t either,” he snorted.

“No,” you admit, “But it did make me some money when I was on the run.”

Clint kissed the side of your head, “How long did you spend running?”

“About two years,” you answer, “It didn’t take long for someone to scoop my druggie ass up and get me doing shit for a fix. Stealing cars, art, jewelry, artifacts... It’s a small wonder I didn’t end up dead before HYDRA decided to do something with me.”

“So, By the time Peggy and Coulson showed up,” he started hesitantly.

“I was already broken,” you finish.

Clint hugs you a little tighter reflexively and picks up a washcloth, and some body wash, working it into a lather. “But,” he said softly, “You put the pieces back together pretty well.”

“Except for the ones that are missing,” you say, relaxing into the touch. Clint doesn’t ask you to explain. He doesn’t need it. He had his own missing pieces. Things that had been stripped away. Things were stolen. Sometimes before you even had a chance to know they were there to start with. For Clint, it had been childhood abuse and betrayal. It had been depression. And so looking at himself, he didn’t have a full picture. He didn’t know what he was like, not depressed. Only what it was like to have fewer symptoms. And being with you was the closest he got to filling that piece in. Feeling safe was something he knew now. Being enough was something he knew now. And he loved you for it. He wanted to know what pieces he filled in for you, but in his heart, he already knew that they were probably similar to his. Your missing pieces fit with his.

He didn’t believe in omens, but he did believe in you. That you could make this work together and build the future, he saw so clearly.

“Except for those,” he answered, smoothing the cloth over the skin of your back, rubbing gently.

When you turn and straddle his lap, Clint smiled up at you, kissing your lips softly, “Hey,” he murmured.

“Hey,” you answer, kissing his nose, “I love you.”

He grins, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you giggle, carding your fingers through his hair.

“We should get married or something,” he teases.

“You think so? I’d settle for a movie date and some icecream.”

He shakes his head, fondly, “We’ll all go out tomorrow. Start corrupting the boys properly.”

That makes you smile. The sweet, innocent smile that makes butterflies take flight in his stomach. He loves that look. And how easy it is to provoke. You spent a long time alone. And longing. Needing someone to see you. Appreciate you. Not the way the team did. But the way a lover did. Someone to learn all those little secrets. Someone you didn’t have to hide from. And he’s glad to see you don’t hide from him.

“Perfect,” you say, and he knows you’re already planning the movie to take them to.

“Yeah, you are,” he says, grinning, kissing you again.

When your cheeks heat, he seizes his opportunity. He knows one sure-fire way to make sure you both get to sleep tonight, And it’s going to involve a lot of very physically exerting acts. Things that you never could have dreamed of if you married someone in a cult. The stuff he was thankful you’d let him try so he could show you what lovemaking was supposed to feel like. And he isn’t disappointed when you respond in kind. The press of your lips getting hungry and impatient when he slowed down.

“So needy,” he scolds breathlessly.

“Problem?” you counter, smirking.

“Only if you don’t stop grinding on me and ride me right, ya fucking tease,” he pouted.

He hisses and lets his head fall back as you impale yourself on him and sighs, “Yeah,” he pants, “Fuck. So good.”

“I’m not even moving,” you protest, kissing his throat lovingly.

He pulls his head up and buries his face in your breasts, sucking greedily at the tender flesh to leave soft little marks, “Don’t. Not yet. Just-” he stops, momentarily mesmerized by the tits he’s cradling in his hands, “Just keep me warm for a second. Let me- Let me take care of you first.”

“And they say chivalry is dead,” you laugh.

“Is that what we’re calling him now?” he asks, rolling his hips up, “Because baby, with you around this is the most life he’s ever had.”

“Babe, we’re not naming your dick,” you groan, thudding your head against his shoulder gently.

“Says you,” he says, smacking your ass, “I think Chivalry is a perfect name.”

“And I think,” you counter, nipping at his pulse point, reminding him that you were impatient, you voice a hungry growl, “That if you don’t quit you’re gonna have to have a rib removed.”

“Touche,” he said, breath hitching. It doesn’t happen often but when it does, those little predatory things. The hungry things that feel... alien. Supernatural. It feels good. It feels sexy. And it gives him a thrill knowing no one else has ever made you get like that. Given you that primal urge to bite. To possess someone.

“You win,” he pants, “Fuck. You win. Just. God can we go to bed?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, “Please?”

And after that, there is no more negotiation about names. Clint can’t think. Not of anything but getting back between your thighs to fuck you to sleep.

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the-walking-daryl · 5 years ago

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If I Can’t Have You

Summary: You have had feelings for Daryl since Atlanta but will he ever realize it?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings:

AN: I changed some of the song lyrics to fit the apocalyptic world but I own absolutely no rights to the song.

One of Alexandria’s rare parties were being held in celebration of the crops finally blooming after a rather harsh winter. For you this party symbolized so much more than crops and the warm sun that grew them. Tonight was the night that you would finally get Daryl Dixon’s attention. You have been apart of the group since the start and liked him just as long, but no matter what you tried the man never seemed to notice you. Tonight you were going to change that, or at least you hoped you would.

The party was in full swing by the time you arrived and you couldn’t help but search the sea of faces for Daryl’s as you tugged the guitar tighter over your shoulder. You eventually spotted him off to the side with Lydia and Carol who caught your eye with an encouraging smile. Carol and you had always been close so naturally you told her about your plan and she supported you wholeheartedly.

Her smile was all the encouragement you needed as you headed to the makeshift stage that the few musicians Alexandria had were performing. Luke had just finished his performance when you reached the stage causing the crowd to erupt in applause. He made his way past you soon after offering you a slap on the back for encouragement and a quiet, “you got this.”

With a nod of your head in thanks and a deep sigh you make your way onto the makeshift stage and look into the crowd at everyone's faces’ before you begin to speak, “So uh, I wrote this a few months ago about someone I’ve known since the world turned to shit, someone I care deeply about. And when Michoone asked me to perform for you guys I thought this was as good a shot as any for them to hear it.”

As you finish speaking your eyes find Daryl’s and you take another deep breath before releasing all your feelings into the song you wrote for him.

I can't write one song that's not about you

Can't drink without thinkin' about you

Is it too late to tell you that

Everything means nothing if I can't have you?

As you sing your mind drifts back to all the memories you share with Daryl, like back at the quarry when you found a case of alcohol and the only one willing enough to drink with you was Daryl. You couldn’t remember much of the night when it was over but what you did remember was a lot of laughing and jokes. After that night an unspoken bond formed between you and the archer.

I'm in Atlanta and I got this view

But I might as well be in a hotel room, yeah

It doesn't matter 'cause I'm so consumed

Spending all my nights reading notes from you

When the group relocated to the farm you and Daryl would exchange occasional notes to keep in touch on the days that you didn’t get to see each other. When you guys moved to the prison some time later the exchanging of notes became more frequent they less you seen each other. Then the prison fell and everyone got separated, you had no idea if Daryl was safe or alive, but you had his notes to you and read them faithfully everyday before you and Michonne would keep moving.

Oh, I'm good at keepin' my distance

I know that you're the feelin' I'm missing

You know that I hate to admit it

But everything means nothin' if I can't have you

When you finally found each other and the rest of the group again you tried to keep your distance from everyone but most importantly from Daryl. And It worked too, for about a week and then you couldn’t take staying away anymore. Instead you kept Daryl as close as you could appointing yourself his unofficial partner.

I can't write one song that's not about you

Can't drink without thinkin' about you

Is it too late to tell you that

Everything means nothing if I can't have you?

I can't write one song that's not about you

Can't drink without thinkin' about you

Is it too late to tell you that

Everything means nothing if I can't have you?

Then Negan and the Saviors showed up ripping him away from you once again. When Daryl escaped and found you at Hilltop you decided to try harder to show Daryl how you felt about him. The only issue was that Daryl either ignored it or had no idea what you were doing, which is why instead of showing how you felt you decided to sing it.

I'm so sorry that my timing's off

But I can't move on if we're still gonna talk

Is it wrong for me to not want half?

I want all of you, all the strings attached

Oh, I'm good at keepin' my distance

I know that you're the feelin' I'm missing

You know that I hate to admit it

But everything means nothin' if I can't have you

I can't write one song that's not about you

Can't drink without thinkin' about you

Is it too late to tell you that

Everything means nothing if I can't have you?

I can't write one song that's not about you

Can't drink without thinkin' about you

Is it too late to tell you that

Everything means nothing if I can't have you?

As you approached the last few verses of the song you came out of your own mind and your eyes locked with Daryl’s. You made sure to put all the emotion you could into the ending of the song in hopes that he would get the idea. What worried you was if he knew the song was about him he definitely didn’t show it at all. His face was blank and unmoving as he watched you sing your heart out for him.

I'm trying to move on

Forget you, but I hold on

Everything means nothing

Everything means nothing, babe

I'm trying to move on

Forget you, but I hold on

Everything means nothing if I can't have you, no

I can't write one song that's not about you

Can't drink without thinkin' about you

Is it too late to tell you that

Everything means nothing if I can't have you?

I can't write one song that's not about you

Can't drink without thinkin' about you

Is it too late to tell you that

Everything means nothing if I can't have you?

Everyone watching apploads you the moment the song ends including Daryl which causes your heart to unwilling burst and a bright smile take presence on your face. With a quick bow you make your way off stage and towards the only person whose opinion you were worried about at this moment. You politely accept compliments from others in the group but never stopped moving until you were in front of Daryl, Carol and Lydia disappeared just before you showed up to somewhere unknown.

“Hey,” you greet him, your bright smile still present.

“Hey,” he replies quietly and for a moment you think that he isn’t going to say anything else, but shockingly he does, “do ya- uh, do ya want to go for a walk with me?”

“Sure.”

With a grunt and a nod Daryl spins on his heels and walks away from the party with you by his side. For a while you both walk in silence and a churning starts in the pit of your stomach as you begin to think the man beside you is still oblivious to how you feel.

A grunt from Daryl drags you from your thoughts and you turn to see him stopped by the pond. As you walk back to him he begins to speak, “I uh, haven’t heard you sing in a while.”

“I haven’t really had a reason to,” you explain, “but I tonight I had to get my point across to someone.”

“You could’ve just said it darlin’.”

“No I couldn’t have, I’ve been trying since Atlanta but you just don’t seem to get it,” you exclaim experatedly.

“What?” the man before you asks in confusion causing a frustrated groan to rip from you mouth before you can stop it.

“I have had feelings for you since we got drunk by the quarry back in Atlanta Daryl. You were the closest person to me out of everyone in the group back then and the only person I ever let hear me sing beside Michonne while we were on the road. At the prison I was trying to send you signals in the notes we traded but they went completely unnoticed. Then everything happened with the Governor and I thought I lost you, I read those notes you gave me everyday before me and Michonne set off until we found you...Well, you found us,” you start explain to Daryl only to trail off at the memories of what would have happened had Daryl not shown up when he did that day.

“Is that why you were distant when we found everyone?” he asks gazing over at you quizzically.

“I was distant because I didn’t want it to hurt that much if I ever really lost you, but I realized how pointless it was. So instead of hoping nothing happened to you I made it my job to tag along with you to try to make sure you were okay myself. It worked too until Negan showed up and took you away from me again. I couldn’t even stand being in Alexandria because everywhere I looked I thought of you, that’s why when you went to Hilltop I was there with Maggie and Sasha. After that I upped my game, or at least I thought I did, but I was still getting no response from you in return. I realized then that you either are really clueless or you just weren’t interested which is why I wrote the song, as a final attempt I guess.”

When you finish spilling your heart to Daryl he stands there in shock completely silent. You wait hoping he will regain his composure but when a few minutes back and he says nothing you let a defeated sigh fall from your lips. You turn towards the direction your house is in and start walking away no longer in a partying mood. It was obvious to you now that Daryl just didn’t feel the same way and you couldn’t stop your heart from silently breaking in your chest for the man you had pined over for years now.

Too wrapped up in your own head you don’t hear the heavy footsteps fast approaching from behind you until Daryl’s calloused hand is firmly turning you to face him, “How are you just gonna drop that on a guy and walk away before he can say how he feels darlin’?”

“I uh- I thought that you not saying anything meant you didn’t feel the same way,” you mumble unable to meet his gaze.

“I was shocked, I mean the chick I’ve been wanting since forever just made me realise that I really am clueless can you blame me?” he reveals with a soft chuckle causing your head to whip up.

“You feel the same way?”

“I have since I laid eyes on you darlin’ and my feelings only grew the longer I knew you..But I couldn’t drag you into the danger me taking care of Lydia.”

“All the strings included just like the song said. I love Lydia like she was my own and I would do anything for her just like you would Daryl. Hell if you didn’t step in and take care of her when we first found out about those monsters I would have myself.”

“So that means there’s nothing stopping us?”

“Nothing but you,” you sass with a small smile.

“Oh I’m not stopping not anything,” Daryl murmurs pulling you towards him for a long awaited kiss.

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crazy-fangirl-0221 · 5 years ago

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If I Can’t Have You

Summary: You have had feelings for Daryl since Atlanta but will he ever realize it?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings:

AN: I changed some of the song lyrics to fit the apocalyptic world but I own absolutely no rights to the song.

With a nod of your head in thanks and a deep sigh you make your way onto the makeshift stage and look into the crowd at everyone’s faces’ before you begin to speak, “So uh, I wrote this a few months ago about someone I’ve known since the world turned to shit, someone I care deeply about. And when Michoone asked me to perform for you guys I thought this was as good a shot as any for them to hear it.”

As you finish speaking your eyes find Daryl’s and you take another deep breath before releasing all your feelings into the song you wrote for him.

I can’t write one song that’s not about you

Can’t drink without thinkin’ about you

Is it too late to tell you that

Everything means nothing if I can’t have you?

I’m in Atlanta and I got this view

But I might as well be in a hotel room, yeah

It doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m so consumed

Spending all my nights reading notes from you

Oh, I’m good at keepin’ my distance

I know that you’re the feelin’ I’m missing

You know that I hate to admit it

But everything means nothin’ if I can’t have you

I can’t write one song that’s not about you

Can’t drink without thinkin’ about you

Is it too late to tell you that

Everything means nothing if I can’t have you?

I can’t write one song that’s not about you

Can’t drink without thinkin’ about you

Is it too late to tell you that

Everything means nothing if I can’t have you?

I’m so sorry that my timing’s off

But I can’t move on if we’re still gonna talk

Is it wrong for me to not want half?

I want all of you, all the strings attached

Oh, I’m good at keepin’ my distance

I know that you’re the feelin’ I’m missing

You know that I hate to admit it

But everything means nothin’ if I can’t have you

I can’t write one song that’s not about you

Can’t drink without thinkin’ about you

Is it too late to tell you that

Everything means nothing if I can’t have you?

I can’t write one song that’s not about you

Can’t drink without thinkin’ about you

Is it too late to tell you that

Everything means nothing if I can’t have you?

I’m trying to move on

Forget you, but I hold on

Everything means nothing

Everything means nothing, babe

I’m trying to move on

Forget you, but I hold on

Everything means nothing if I can’t have you, no

I can’t write one song that’s not about you

Can’t drink without thinkin’ about you

Is it too late to tell you that

Everything means nothing if I can’t have you?

I can’t write one song that’s not about you

Can’t drink without thinkin’ about you

Is it too late to tell you that

Everything means nothing if I can’t have you?

“Hey,” you greet him, your bright smile still present.

“Hey,” he replies quietly and for a moment you think that he isn’t going to say anything else, but shockingly he does, “do ya- uh, do ya want to go for a walk with me?”

“Sure.”

A grunt from Daryl drags you from your thoughts and you turn to see him stopped by the pond. As you walk back to him he begins to speak, “I uh, haven’t heard you sing in a while.”

“I haven’t really had a reason to,” you explain, “but I tonight I had to get my point across to someone.”

“You could’ve just said it darlin’.”

“No I couldn’t have, I’ve been trying since Atlanta but you just don’t seem to get it,” you exclaim experatedly.

“What?” the man before you asks in confusion causing a frustrated groan to rip from you mouth before you can stop it.

“I have had feelings for you since we got drunk by the quarry back in Atlanta Daryl. You were the closest person to me out of everyone in the group back then and the only person I ever let hear me sing beside Michonne while we were on the road. At the prison I was trying to send you signals in the notes we traded but they went completely unnoticed. Then everything happened with the Governor and I thought I lost you, I read those notes you gave me everyday before me and Michonne set off until we found you…Well, you found us,” you start explain to Daryl only to trail off at the memories of what would have happened had Daryl not shown up when he did that day.

“Is that why you were distant when we found everyone?” he asks gazing over at you quizzically.

“I uh- I thought that you not saying anything meant you didn’t feel the same way,” you mumble unable to meet his gaze.

“I was shocked, I mean the chick I’ve been wanting since forever just made me realise that I really am clueless can you blame me?” he reveals with a soft chuckle causing your head to whip up.

“You feel the same way?”

“I have since I laid eyes on you darlin’ and my feelings only grew the longer I knew you..But I couldn’t drag you into the danger me taking care of Lydia.”

“So that means there’s nothing stopping us?”

“Nothing but you,” you sass with a small smile.

“Oh I’m not stopping not anything,” Daryl murmurs pulling you towards him for a long awaited kiss.

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