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[d-dixonimagines]

ANGSTY

A bit of angst and tension and banter! Cause I love me a spicy Daryl! As always, choose which prompt you would like to use ( you can pick at least two if they mesh well together). I envision Daryl being the one to say a lot of these, but it can be your choice who says it! Choose the prompt(s) and a brief summary or idea of what you would like and I will do my best! Some may be recycled from past lists. Enjoy! 1. "Excuse me! That's rude!" 2. "I don't like your attitude." 3. "You sure love to hear the sound of your own voice, don't you?" 4. "You owe me an explanation." / "I don't owe you shit." 5. "You're the worst person I've ever met." 6. "What the hell did you think would happen?" 7. "You didn't think this through, did you?" 8. "You can't get rid of me that easy." 9. "Why are you so stubborn?" 10. "Please, for the love of god, shut up for once." "Why don't you come over here and make me?" 11. "Sometimes I feel like you're just waiting for an excuse to leave." SOME SOFTER THEMED PROMPTS: 12. "You can relax. We're safe here." 13. "That's quite a scratch you got there." 14. "I can't think straight with you." 15. "I used to want to kill you. Now I just want to kiss you." 16. "Stop being grumpy, it's lame." 17. "You're bleeding -- how long have you been hiding this?"

[starlessea]

Hii! Could you plz write a fic where the reader finds out that Daryl's ticklish and a tickle fight break outs between them?

You obviously don't have to if you don't want to! :))

Boots And All

Drabble: Based on this ask. I strayed a little but hopefully it scratches the itch (no pun intended).​

Masterlist

It had taken some time for Daryl to become comfortable around you.

Sure, the two of you had been a thing for some time—sneaking off here and there, swapping shirts for purpled neck bruises.

But those were fleetings moments; there was no real comfort in them. They consisted of rushed encounters, usually when the tension had become so unbearable that the pair of you were at each other’s throats. 

Things were different now. Alexandria had given you the space to slow down. And slowness was something Daryl wasn’t accustomed to. He couldn’t get used to the porch-watching, the grass-mowing, and the domesticity of it all. 

Especially now, as he found himself at the entryway of the shared house, struggling to find the words to say to you.

‘I’m home’ didn’t sound right; neither did ‘I’m back.’

You hadn’t been waiting for him after all—or had you?

Daryl stood dumbfounded. He'd never had trouble with this stuff before, but this suburbanite hellscape had him guessing his every move. What if you didn’t want him anymore?

He shook his head. Footsteps echoed across the hall, and not wanting to get caught mid-agonising, Daryl tried to busy himself.

"Dixon," you greeted, before a furrow pinched your brow. "Boots."

Daryl’s eyes followed your pointed finger, landing on the trail of mud he'd dragged over the ornate welcome mat.

"Damnit, woman," he cursed. "Been gone all day an' tha's all I get—boots?"

“Boots,” you confirmed, and disappeared back into the living room.

Daryl grumbled before sinking to his knees to undo his laces. Here he was wracking his brain for the perfect greeting and you’d settled on fucking boots.

It could be worse, he thought. At least that meant you wanted him to stay.

The fire crackled low as Daryl trudged into the living room. You were slumped down on the couch, legs tucked under you with one arm draped lazily over the backrest. Your attention was on a book he knew you'd already finished.

Daryl deliberated for a moment dropping into the space nearby. He kicked his legs up onto the stool before him, watching the way your eyes flickered over before returning to your page.

There was a tension in the air—subtle but persistent. He wondered if this was as strange and new to you as it was him. Perhaps you didn’t like him all that much now there were other options. He scowled, and tried to put the thought away from him.

“So…” you began after a moment, setting the book down onto the table. “How was it? Find anything good?”

Your voice was softer now, and Daryl felt himself relax slightly. “Nah,” he muttered. “Same ol’ shit. Few walkers—not much else.”

You shifted, and as you did, your hand brushed against his foot. A jolt sparked through his body; he kicked his leg out instinctively.

“Jesus, Daryl," you yelped. "What was that for?”

Daryl opened his mouth to retort, but as he did, you readjusted once more, grazing the base of his foot with your fingers.

He immediately recoiled. “I swear to sweet shit, do that again an’ there’ll be hell.”

A look of realization flashed across your face—and god, did Daryl hate it.

“Are you…” you paused, the disbelief in your voice too great to conceal, “ticklish?”

Daryl groaned. He suddenly felt five-years-old again, wishing he could keep a straight face.

His lack of reply spurred you into action. “You can’t be,” you announced, goadingly. Daryl felt his muscles grow taut, preparing for the worst. As much as he wanted to escape, part of him missed this—missed that look in your eyes when they weren’t clouded by worry and expectation. “Everywhere?”

“Don’t ya dare,” he warned, though it lacked any real bite.

You grinned before edging closer, until you were sat straddling his lap. Daryl stiffened. His hands hovered above your hips, not quite confident to let them rest there.

“All the times I’ve touched you here,” you murmured, tracing a line up his chest, “or kissed you here”—your breath brushed against his ear, and he shivered despite himself—“did it tickle you?”

Daryl swatted your hand. “Yer fuckin’ ridiculous,” he growled.

You couldn’t help the laugh that spilled from your lips. It chipped away at Daryl's defences, leaving him even more exposed.

"And how about here?"

You tested a light prod at the ribs, to which he bucked beneath you, trying to unseat you.

“Fucking—cut it out,” he snapped.

And again, that smile of yours tugged at something deep within him.

“Alright, alright,” you conceded, raising your hands in surrender. “I’ve had my fun.”

He was about to bite something back, but the words caught in his throat. Your hair was splayed, catching the light of the fire as it framed your face, and on it, your expression was one of pure warmth. For a moment, all Daryl could do was stare. How many days had it been—weeks even—since he’d seen you like this?

You were so beautiful.

“I missed ya,” he admitted. The words came out of their own accord, barely above a whisper. “I wanted to get back to ya.”

His hands found your hips, and his thumb began tracing circles there.

"If you'll have me an' my muddy boots."

Your expression softened, and as you leaned down, Daryl left himself completely open.

You kissed him; it was unlike any of the others you shared before. It wasn't urgent, nor desperate—like the ones brought about by fear of getting caught.

You took your time with him, since there was enough now to spare.

“I missed you too, Dixon,” you murmured against his lips. “And I'll gladly take you, boots and all.”

A/N Sup... It's been about 2-3 years but I want to confirm that I'm alive. To be honest, I still read every comment I get and I can't believe people still love my work. I started this page when I was a wee 19-20 year old student, and now I'm 24, have bought a house, a dog, and am heading a company (crazy, I know). That said, I wish I could go back to the days I would write and write and write. Unfortunately, I just don't have the time (and I'm a lot slower now due to the mental block I developed from aiming for perfection)... Though, my wish for 2025 is to devote a little time back to my hobby - no matter how small, nor how long it takes me. To anyone still here, firstly holy shit go touch some grass (just kidding), but truly thanks for sticking with me. If you want to reach out, I'd love to rebuild some bridges and hear your suggestions! P.S I know it's been a hot minute so if you want to be added / removed from my tag list, please let me know x

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[violettwrites]

hi!! will you please write another fic about daryl x reader

reader seeing/experiencing something traumatic and she’s shaking and tears rolling down her cheeks and daryl sits down in front of her trying to comfort her.

safe in your skin 🏹 daryl dixon

a/n: hi nonnie than you so much for this request !! ( and sorry it took so long 😭 ) i listened to the song linked while writing this and highly recommend you guys do too !! it’s beautiful and tigers jaw is one of my fave bands 🫶🏻 anyway i hope you enjoy this !! and as always, don’t forget to like/reblog if you enjoyed this and feel free to follow me to see more of my stuff !! x

i also just realised gregory is the fkn asshole from hilltop but this is NOT him i just couldn’t think of names apparently i am so sorry

as always, my ask box is open !

( intended lowercase )

summary: reader and daryl go on a supply run, but are separated from someone close to them— when they do eventually find them, they must learn to deal with the unforgiving curse that is life.

warnings: mentions of death

word count: 848

the woods were eerily quiet, the usual rustle of leaves and the distant calls of wildlife had been replaced by a thick and heavy silence. you and daryl had been split from gregory during a supply run, someone you had been through the fall with since the start. your best friend in this unforgiving world. but you had known he was smart enough to survive on his own until the two of you found him. or so you thought.

the sun was starting to breach the horizon, the soft glow casting an almost angelic light over the town daryl had led you to in search for your best friend. if it was anyone else, he probably would have told them it wasn’t worth risking their lives to look for him, but you were different.

making your way towards the warehouse you all were supposed to go to so you could find supplies, you stopped once you reached the parking lot, spotting a group of walkers, all crouched down as they feasted on something— someone.

gregory.

you knew that brown coat he had worn since the start, now covered in blood and guts— the remains of what was once your best friend. the sight was too much, causing you to drop to your knees, mouth open to speak but nothing came out.

the brutal reality hit you like a tidal wave— all at once. sure, you had lost people before. people that were close to you, but there was something so much different about losing your best friend. your confidant. the one you told everything to. just taken away from you like that. he was gone. his last moments presented to you in a gruesome way— a way he never wanted to go out.

your hand shakily came to your mouth, tears clouding your vision as they freely streamed down your cheeks, choked sobs coming from your lips as you tried to process what happened, but you couldn’t. you couldn’t get your head around the fact he was truly gone. it was a sight that was haunting, knowing it would be imprinted in your mind for the rest of your life.

daryl, ever the stoic figure he was, had been beside you, at a loss for words. he watched as you struggled to keep yourself together, but the sight of you silently breaking down next to him made his heart wrench. you didn’t deserve to see your best friend’s end like that. no one did.

he took a deep breath, crouching down slowly in front of you, fearing that any sudden moment or words might shatter you further.

“hey,” he spoke softly, his rough voice carrying a tenderness that was rarely heard. he reached out, placing his hands on your shoulder in attempt to ground you— to bring you back to this reality, as much as you didn’t want to be here.

you looked up at him, eyes red and glassy, struggling to form words. daryl didn’t push; he simply stayed there, his present a silent testament to his support. he wasn’t asking you to speak or pretend you were okay, he was just there, a steady presence in the midst of your storm.

as the minutes ticked by, daryl slowly pulled you into a gentle embrace, arms tightly wrapped around you. you rested your head against his chest, body still trembling as you tried to come to terms with the loss you had just suffered suddenly. you tried to focus on the beat of his heart, steady as you listened, a small yet significant reassurance. he stroked your hair with one hand, the other still holding you close.

“i know,” he murmured into your hair, his voice rough yet filled with emotion. “it ain’t fair, it ain’t right.” he paused for a moment, swallowing hard as he tried to find the right words. “but we gotta keep goin’. for him. for everyone we lost. we gotta keep movin’.”

you nodded against him, the closeness offering a fragile sense of comfort. you knew daryl was right, the world didn’t stop for anyone. and the dead wouldn’t stop for anything. not even your tears and cries. but the ache in your chest was still painful. yet his presence was a lifeline, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, you weren’t alone.

eventually, you pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze. there was a shared understanding in his eyes, an unspoken bond formed through loss and survival. everyone had experienced the same thing. but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

daryl offered a small, encouraging nod, and together, you stood up, ready to face the rest of your journey— knowing it would be filled with more moments like this. as much as you wish it wasn’t— that cruel things didn’t have to happen to such kind people.

the road ahead was uncertain and filled with the echoes of loss, but with daryl by your side, you took your first step forward, carrying the memory of gregory with you— not his gruesome death, but the light he brought to your life.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Series Masterlist

Chapter 4

Warnings: Sexual situations

When Rick noticed Daryl lagging behind after a couple more hours, he made the call to set up camp. You had expected tents and at least blankets but what you got were bedrolls and jackets. Daryl had told you to sit tight while he went hunting and Rick was setting up a perimeter. 

You watched the other man with naked curiosity. You had no experiences with the dead, having been taken by Big Jazz just before the outbreak. You hadn’t even seen a walker in person. It was easy to decipher what the string and cans were supposed to accomplish. Perhaps if you studied these men enough, you’d be able to defend yourself should the need arise. 

For now, you supposed, you’d just stay perched on that log and wait for Daryl to return. You could use the time to psych yourself up for alone time with the archer. You weren’t as good as the other girls at interpreting what customers wanted, but you usually came pretty close with a few adjustments. 

Daryl was quiet and attentive. He probably liked a loud lover. One that would let him know he was making them feel good. He wouldn’t want to be called daddy if he disliked sir so vehemently. He liked being in control. He had taken the initiative to purchase you, ignoring Rick’s hesitance but you just had a gut feeling that he wouldn’t mind relinquishing that control on occasion, if for nothing more than a reprieve. 

Tonight, you’d just present yourself to him and let him do as he pleased. He probably wanted to reprimand you for all your earlier misconduct and providing the full canvas would possibly save him from explaining himself to Rick, as long as you could keep the bruises hidden. 

Thinking of being naked in front of him made your stomach flip. Men had been disappointed with your body before. Hopefully, you could convince him that you were worth keeping based on your performance alone. 

You flinched when there came movement to your right, Daryl stalking in from the shadows with a few squirrels held by the tails. You’d never had squirrel before. There were a lot of things you’d never had but especially now when most depended on hunting or scavenging to survive, you had missed out. You had been fed instant oatmeal, protein bars, and sometimes dog food for the past however long it had been. 

Daryl borrowed Rick’s knife, having offered his own up in trade for you. The guilt you felt hit you like a ton of bricks but you forced it down in favor of watching him work to prepare the meal. Each slice, each pull was done with a practiced precision. It was morbidly hypnotic, but soon there sticks through the rodents and they were being roasted over the fire on a makeshift spit. 

Daryl was sitting across from you with Rick at his side. Each of them was engrossed in something: Rick with a map and Daryl with the bolts from his crossbow. Focused as he was, you would look up to see him staring at you over the flames. You were quick to avert your gaze so as not to offend him any more than you already had that day. 

The silence continued until the food was ready to eat, Rick smiling and patting the archer on the shoulder in thanks. Then Daryl stood and made his way over to you, offering you one of the skewers. 

“Thank you, Sir.” You said quietly, keeping your eyes downcast while accepting the meat. He didn’t go back to where he had been, actually choosing to sit a little closer to you on your right. The food didn’t really have a smell other than just—meat. Still, your mouth watered. Holding the skewer over your lap, you waited for Daryl to finish eating, which didn’t take long. Had the situation been different, you might have laughed at his lack of decorum. 

“Ya just gonna stare at it or what?” He finally said around a mouthful. You blinked at him, hoping he’d get the message without you needing to remind him. You hadn’t openly told him earlier. He had told you to eat and drink without explanation. 

“She’s waitin’ for you to say it’s okay.” Rick offered, placing his own empty skewer on the ground next to his leg. 

Daryl’s lip curled, his brows drawn inward. “Gave it to ya, didn’t I? What else would I wantcha to do with it?”

Though you were skeptical of that being actual consent, you eagerly picked off a piece of meat and popped it into your mouth. It was bland but not in a horrible way. So much better than dog food. With a quiet hum of approval, you dug in, raising the skewer to your mouth to rip bites right off the source. 

“I think she likes it.” Rick chuckled, watching you with a gentle smile. 

When you noticed both men looking at you, the stick was lowered and you wiped your mouth on the back of your hand with a mumbled apology. 

“S’fine. Just eat, would ya? No one here gives a shit how ya do it.” Daryl tossed his empty skewer and wiped his palms on his thighs, no longer interested in you at all. “I got first watch.” He said, leaning back against the tree behind him. Rick nodded and rolled the top of his bedroll down in a makeshift pillow before stretching out on it. 

“Wake me when you get tired.” He yawned and shifted until his back faced you. 

That left just you and Daryl, and suddenly the squirrel meat wasn’t at all appetizing. After staring at it for probably much too long, you held it out to him. 

“Ya barely touched it.” He commented with a look that eerily resembled concern. 

“I, um—I don’t need much. It was really good though. Thank you, Sir.” It was hard to suppress a flinch when he stood but he bypassed you and crouched in front of his bag. 

“Give it ‘ere.” You placed the food onto his palm and watched with grand amounts of confusion as he pulled out a cloth and shook bread crumbs from it before he hastily pulled the skewer from the meat and wrapped it. “Ya can have it tomorrow if’n ya want. Or one’a us’ll eat it.”

You nodded, pulling your feet up onto the log and wrapping your arms around your shins. 

“Ya tired?”

Was it a trick question? “No, Sir.” I’m exhausted. 

Daryl closed his eyes, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “Ya sure?”

“Yes, Sir.” No. 

His blue eyes, warmed by the soft glow of the flames, narrowed and gave you a once over. “Fine. Ya can sleep on that when ya want.” He pointed to his own bedroll as he stood, going back to his tree in two long strides. 

You were so utterly confused. Did he not want to fuck you? You risked a glance at him to find him staring off into the darkness over where Rick lay sleeping. You didn’t understand what he meant for you to do. Maybe you had it all wrong and he needed you to take control? The thought terrified you. You had done it before when customers asked but to initiate it without express permission seemed dangerous. 

So, you waited. 

Just as before, you would find him watching you when you chanced a look in his direction. His expression was unreadable. And so it continued like that well into the night, until you were fighting to keep your eyes open. 

That’s when he stood. 

Your back straightened, your body reacting, ready and as willing as you could be to do what he wanted. 

“Gonna take a piss. Won’t be but a minute.” He said lowly, watching you for another moment before he disappeared into the darkness. 

You stared at the spot where the shadows had swallowed him and waited, still nervous and unsure. True to his word, he emerged only a moment later, fastening his belt as he walked. He stepped over the perimeter line and headed straight for the tree to assume the same position as before, legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles with his back against the tree. 

Surely, he was waiting for you. Things might even turn out worse for you if you withheld from him much longer. 

With a sigh, you stood, taking small steps over to him and lowering to your knees next to his legs. He watched you with a curious expression but said nothing. Steeling your nerves to calm the nausea that attempted to bring up the squirrel, you threw one leg over his thighs to straddle him and began to unbutton the shirt he had given you. 

“Whoa, hey! The fuck ya doin’?” He pressed himself impossibly closer to the tree, his hands up as if in surrender. When you were finally brave enough to meet his eyes, you found them wide and full of panic. Not kindness, but panic. 

“I thought—” You blinked at him, your small fingers frozen on the buttons of the shirt. “Don’t you want to fuck me now?” 

If his eyes got any wider, they would pop out of his skull. “What?! That—that ain’t what this is!” He had yet to move, same as you. For a few more uncomfortable moments, you simply stared at one another before he cleared his throat. “Could ya get offa me?”

You did move then, scrambling back to your log in clumsy motions. “Did I—do something wrong, Sir?” He was purposefully keeping his eyes off of you. 

“Ya should get some sleep.” He stood quickly and grabbed his crossbow, stopping to speak over his shoulder. “Gonna check the perimeter.”

You opened your mouth but closed it just as quickly while he walked away. Once he was out of sight, you turned back to the fire, buttoning the shirt back up. What had just happened? 

[honey-ros3ss]

Bloody and Grimy

Daryl x fem!reader

!fluff/angst season 4 prison era

"What are your thoughts on this?" you asked, turning to face Daryl and showing him a purple top. "Hmm, don' like it" he grumbled. "Well, I think it's cute and I'll just wear it at home," you replied smiling, trying to lighten the mood. "Then why yea' ask?" he mocked, mimicking your tone. "Hmm, I don't know," you shrugged. As you walked around, your eyes landed on a zipped-up, long-sleeve green shirt.

"Oh, baby, look at this!" you exclaimed, holding it up for Daryl to see. "Wha'?" he asked curiously. "Year' boobs will be... out" he pointed out. "Really? It's a zip-up anyway," you defended.

"Oh," Daryl sighed.

Grinning and shaking your head, you decided to search the area to see if you could find anything else. As you reached out to turn the doorknob of a storage closet, Daryl called out your name. Startled, you quickly turned around. As you made your way towards Daryl, you heard growls. Swiftly, you spun around to face four walkers. "Shit," you muttered under your breath. "Daryl, there are walkers!" you exclaimed loudly, hoping he would hear you.

You swiftly draw your knife from its holster, easily stabbing one walker in the head and forcefully pushing it back, causing another walker to fall. You focus on the two limping walkers closing in on you, you raised the knife to slash into the head of the one on my right.

However, the knife becomes lodged and unable to be removed. As the other walker continues to approach, you stop the attempt to retrieve the knife and search for an object to defend yourself. Unfortunately, you're unable to find anything around you.

The walker finally reaches you and leans its weight on you making you stumble down, you immediately extend your hand to keep it away from your face. You scan the area and notice the walker fall down in a swift, recognizing the arrow you know its Daryl.

Daryl quickly runs towards you forcing his knife into the walkers skull. The body collapses on you as you felt relieved. He rips the walkers body off of you, concerned, he quickly checked if you had any bites. "Are yea' okay, hun? Did yea' get bit?" he asked with worry. "Yes, I'm okay, and no, I didn't,'" you replied with a slight smile. He kissed your head and hugged you. "What about you? Are you okay?'"you mumbled into his chest. "Yeah, I am." You let go of the hug to retrieve your knife from the walker's head.

As you were about to wipe the blood residue on your pants, you noticed how dirty and grimy your shirt had become. "Ugh, my shirt is ruined," you dramatically sighed. "Really tha's wha' yer' worried abou' ".

Ignoring his remark about the situation that just happpend you remembered about the clothes you found. "Daryl, where are the clothes I found?'"

He looked at you with a questioning look then pointed to where you had initially been. As you searched through the pile of items, you found the shirt you were looking for. With a smile, you replaced the bloody and grimy shirt with the nice green one. Turning to face Daryl, you noticed his cheeks turning red. "Soooo, you likey?"

'Its nice but-' he pointed to your breasts. "Babe it's nothing I can jus-" "tk" looking at your hand there's the zipper. Before Daryl could say anything you walked up to him and kissed him "Let's go".

Not sure if I love this lol, hope you guys enjoyed!

[sirensvcubus]

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Early season 5

Pure smut//One Shot//Short but sweet//

Daryl Dixon pulls you away from the group while everyones asleep in the forest huddled around the small fire. Daryl furiously kisses you pushing you against a tall tree the bark scratching your skin as he ripped apart your top. He kisses his way down your body as you pull down your pants he kisses your thighs and lower stomach teasing you as he presses his wet lips over your blue lace panties. He gets bellow you pulling them aside with his rough hands trailing up to your bra you hold onto his strong arms caressing them slowly. He holds onto your thighs so tight as he foes down on you. Your sure he’ll leave bruises of his large hands. When you get back early in the morning rick rubs his eyes and grins seeing you two sneak back to the now withering fire. Glenn rolls his eyes as he was on night patrol and you slither back into the comfy sleeping bag. Daryls warm body behind you holding you close kissing your neck before you both drift off.

[buckyshand]

LATE NIGHT CONFESSION

Warning: suggestive

Era: Prison era

Pronouns: They/them

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader

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“Hey, Carol…pssst…are you awake?” Daryl asked cautiously at the door of his best friend's cell.

“Can you explain to me why aren’t you sleeping? What do you need at this time, when people are sleeping by the way.” The short haired woman who came out of the cell told him tiredly.

Daryl didn’t know where to start. He even felt awkward to ask his girl best friend. Despite that, he mustered up the courage and asked:'' : “ How do ya know…tha’ ya like someone?”

Carol looked at him questioningly before looking him into his eyes to see if he was really serious. “You love someone?!”

The dark-haired man’s eyes widened at her response. But yes, she was right. Daryl Dixon was in love with someone. He wanted to make sure inconspicuously. Sadly Carol is smart and she knew. “I didn’t say tha’ I like someone. What the hell do ya mean by that?!” he stated angrily, well…more like flustered. She just laughed at his reaction and just told him: “Well…. I would say it’s like…hmm…you feel happy when the person is close to you. It’s like butterflies in your stomach? And your heart beats faster than normal. You are interested in that person too, you want to know every damn detail, even those little ones.”

Daryl was invested in what Carol was saying. He didn’t wanted to believe that he, Daryl, was in love? He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t even know that Carol finished.

She smiled mischievously at his reaction. “So you do love someone…” she said, giggling. Daryl looked at her and just grunted, she took it as an agreement.

“I think i know who it is, pookie.” “Pffff Yeah sure…” he replied sarcastically. “It’s me, isn’t it?” They both laughed.

“Is it Y/n?” she looked at him seriously. She wanted to know if it was them, even though she knew the answer. “Mhmm…” with this answer Daryl fastly left her cell.

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Y/n was getting ready for bed, when they suddenly heard footsteps near their cell. They turned to the cell door and saw their favourite blue-eyed hunter. Y/n smiled. “Shouldn’t you be asleep by this time?” they whispered to him.

“Shoudn’t you be the one asleep?” Daryl told them and Y/n quietly chuckled. “Well, i just got back from the watch tower and was getting ready…”

Daryl started to panic. What if he is bothering them? They are for sure tired, he doesn't want to burden them with his feelings, which they do not requite. “Why did you come?” Y/n asked him, looking into his eyes.

“Well I just…” Daryl started, but he didn’t know where.

They gave him a smile, big one. Y/n shows this smile just with him and for him, no one else. That was special for Daryl. He felt butterflies in his stomach when they smiled at him, like always.

“I like you..” he whispered, but Y/n heard it.

They were still looking into his blue eyes, but now it was a “are you serious?” look. Daryl, he wasn’t looking into Y/n’s eyes, he knew that if he looked into their eyes then he wouldn’t be able to tell them what was on his heart for a few months.

“I like you too..” Y/n assured him. He sighed and said “no…i mean it as a…” he felt more and more frustrated until he couldn't handle it.

Daryl walked closer to them, gently grabbing their head and kissing them tenderly with hopes of Y/n feeling the same way.

Surprised, Daryl feels them kiss back. Y/n throws one arm around his neck and digs the other into his gorgeous chestnut hair. He moved his hand to their hip and placed the other on their back, gently moving Y/n towards him to deepen their kiss.

Y/n’s lips were warm and soft, just like Daryl imagined. They parted slightly, allowing Daryl's tongue to slip inside.

After a few minutes of kissing, they both ran out of breath and had to pull away from each other, despite not wanting to. They both took a deep breath, panting heavily. Daryl was blushing, he didn’t expect Y/n to reciprocate his feelings.

“That was...“ Daryl softly whispered as his and Y/n's foreheads were touching.

“Amazing? Hell yeah it was.“ Y/n enthusiastically answered as they started to grin, causing Daryl to smile back at them. Y/n decided to pepper his face with kisses, making him giggle in the process.

“Should I take it that ya feel the same way?” he asked. Y/n nodded and smiling even more.

“So would you like to be my-“ “Yes.”

Daryl just laughed and kissed them again. His hands land on their ass. “Somehow, these jeans bother me..” he said jokingly and they curiously looked at him, despite knowing what he meant.

“I think we'll have to take them off..” Daryl smirked and started kissing their neck. “Then you should start with it…” Y/n laughed and Daryl started taking them off…

And they both didn't actually sleep….

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Old Haunts [Daryl Dixon x FEM!Reader]

Daryl Dixon X FEM!Reader

Implied Werewolf Daryl AU, young adult

Word: 4,378

Summary: After getting injured on the river, he gets haunted by old memories from his past.

A/N: Thank you @dreamingdixon for beta reading and the one to blame for why this became so long. (Check her out, she has amazing fics)

At the age of seventeen, a young pianist hung out with the lone wolf in the trailer park.

As the older teenagers stared at the sky above, where the stars shine down upon them, he was resting between your legs with his head on your lap. You ran your fingers through his short blond hair and gently scratched his scalp, humming softly to the tune to the song that you would be playing later on in her recital.

“You know, our souls will always be connected under the same moonlight.” You spoke, breaking the peaceful silence from staring up at the sky glancing down at the boy on your lap.

Gazing down at his icy-blue eyes, a portal where his true emotions were hidden underneath that hard shell of his. The quiet male wasn’t exactly looking at the stars, but was admiring how your eyes lit up talking about the future.

“Such a sap.” His words alone caused a bright smile to spread out across your lips. A small smile spread through his lips, seeing your smile, causing him to copy you. He caused that and felt the warmth that went all through his body, it wasn’t an unwelcome feeling but a comfortable one.

When he feels your arms around his stomach as he speeds on his brother’s motorcycle who left it behind for him to use while he was in the military. You tell him to go faster as you enjoy the wind hitting your face. Your laughter reaches to his ears as you both ride on the journey back home.

Jumping off, you move to stand in front of him while he remains seated on the bulky machine.

“Are you sure? You wanna go back home this late. You can always stay like old times.”

“M fine.”

You moved closer to him, as he sensed when you were gonna hug him like usual like every night he takes you back home, however, he immediately was taken aback when he felt your soft lips against his cheek, his heart beating rapidly as if it was gonna burst out of his chest. He must have looked like a deer in the highlights, completely off guard, causing you to let out a soft chuckle.

Daryl usually could tell when you were gonna give him physical affection such as hugs, but a kiss on his cheek was new, not something you usually do to him, nonetheless, his entire body felt like it was on fire. He rubs his palms on his pants trying to calm his heart.

“Goodnight, Daryl. See you on Monday.” You spoke with a shy smile, your finger fidgeting at the bottom of your shirt before running up to the stairs of your house.

He admires the way you look in the moonlight, somehow even more beautiful than usual when you look back towards him, casually waving before stepping through the door.

The memory was as clear as the moonlight, as he looked back, reminiscing. He was too hopeful, too ambitious to have all the time in the world with you, and he never knew what to do with himself when that time was cut short so suddenly.

When he thought he thought he had all the time in the world to man up to his feelings for the girl in front of him, to only have his time with you, abruptly cut short.

When Monday arrives, he wakes with a bad feeling in his gut - as if something awful was gonna happen. It started to make him worry even more when he arrived in front of your home to see the newspaper hadn't even been picked up from the ground, considering your father read the newspaper religiously and often took it to work with him. It was unusual and strange seeing the mailbox hasn’t been cleared out seeing the old mail that was delivered over the weekend.

A clear sign that no one has come by. Perhaps you are coming late, hopefully. It didn’t calm his nerves at all, instead made them worse.

When he arrived at school, people were whispering to each other and trying to be subtle - but nevertheless pointing at him as if he couldn’t see them. He was used to it, but couldn’t help noticing everyone was doing it. It was as if everyone knew something that he didn’t.

It was when he had found out the worst possible way to every one's behavior including the teachers, by being pulled out of school to be taken for integration as a murder suspect. All because of his family reputation, a Dixon being nothing but violent and just trouble. Of course, the police directed their attention to them, most importantly the youngest Dixon who had a close relationship with the victim. Everyone assumed he did it without any evidence.

What happened to innocent until proven guilty.

It was the worst time of his life, and he could be tried as an adult due to literally turning 18 that day.

At the very least, your parents never suspected him to be involved with the murder due to being miles away from the crime scene. They were the ones to get the police off his back trying to pin it on him to make their job easier to close the case. They know he would rather die than let anything bad happen to you from incidents that have happened over the years over the course of your guy's friendship. More often than not, Daryl placed himself in danger while protecting you, such as your honor, or just straight up stepping in when you are clearly uncomfortable.

They knew Daryl from the young age of nine - he was a strong silent type with a temper but was quite protective over you, and you’d swarmed your way past his hard solid barrier.

Don’t let that redneck be near your kid. Everyone assumes the youngest was just like the rest of the family and doesn’t even let the boy have a chance to prove himself. Daryl is different compared to his family and tries not to get into trouble unless he gets pushed to do something about it.

Your family gave him a chance to prove himself which he had over and over again. As years passed by, he became more of a family member than an acquaintance to you. He was often invited to amusement parks, beaches, and things he would have never experienced due to the background he came from.

The worst part of all is your case being left unsolved, becoming cold over the years, letting your killer run free, and getting away with it.

He tried not to think about you that haunted him most of his life after receiving the news. The person who accepted who he was and what he became by accident. The person who stayed up at night with him to read numerous supernatural books from the public library of their school and the community was trying to figure it out. The person who helped him to learn how to control it, because he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you, but only you. He couldn’t care less about others. You were the primary reason why he wanted to control the beast that yearned to be let loose under the full moon.

He completely blames himself - this was so avoidable. All he had to do was say yes to your invitation but he didn’t, he should have been there as your friend, a bodyguard. You invited him to be your plus-one, but you didn’t want to pester him and make him feel obligated to attend your recital, you simply wanted to let him know the option was there even if you really wanted him to come. He didn’t want to go where all the preppy, annoying people would gather - he’s always going to feel lower class in comparison.

The few things he had of you are old photographs throughout your friendship with him. Photo booth strips mostly from the carnivals that came to town once a year or amusement park, he would reluctantly be dragged against his will but did have fun. Some polaroids that were taken by your camera such as him flicking off the camera while you were still smiling. More often than not, his stoic face wasn’t in the photograph. It captures his relaxed face, sometimes a small smile or completely off guard like deer in headlights when he didn’t see the camera with the flash going on.

Photographs capture milestones to favorite moments that he held close. Especially the one, despite telling you to rip it up, he couldn’t admit it. It was a nice photo strip that captured the two of you being childish. You had licked his cheek because he simply refused to do anything about his bitch face - it caught him with his eyes widened in pure surprise. The photo captures it as the following photo below was him squeezing your cheek and holding you hostage as he licked your cheek as payback for the stunt you pulled. The last captures the two of you laughing at how childish you’d acted. It was nice.

The most important from all of his possessions must be the vest that you reconstructed from scratch and had used one of Merle’s hand-me-down leather vests as a base. You had the help of your grandmother who also took a liking to him and often brought him clothes and cooked dinner to be taken to him - the elderly woman loved him to bits and pieces. You stitched on two angel wings on the back.

This vest project took you a long time to do, yet it was completed on time and ready to be gifted to him on his 18th birthday in a cute gift bag with a note inside. It was tragically not delivered by you - instead, it was a grandmother who was heartbroken over your death but wanted him to have the present you worked so hard for him. Days after your death.

He could remember exactly what he was doing that day when he opened the gift on that open field where the two of you would stargaze - or where you would stargaze, and he would smoke, eyes on you as you watched the stars. He cried and screamed his soul out into the empty field, clutching the vest in his hands. He attacked the nearest tree until his knuckles were bloodied and sore, then he sat there on the ground in defeat, refusing to let himself heal - instead, letting himself feel the pain throbbing in his knuckles, watching the crimson liquid pool against broken skin.

He deserved it. He couldn't help you.

The heartache was too much for him to handle, especially all alone. The loss of losing what felt like his other half who had been constantly there as his pillar was gone - just like that. The person who could calm him a lot faster than anyone else. Whenever he needed support, you would be there at the drop of a hat, you just knew.

He could no longer see you play that fancy piano in your home, where your parents welcomed him despite his family reputation. He would no longer feel your warm soft hands on top of his harsh skin teaching him how to play the instrument. He no longer sees you missing your target with his crossbow when he would try to teach you to aim.

He often wished he could go back in time, he should have gone with you at that stupid recital. He would have taken your spot in a heartbeat - he was worthless, no one would hardly miss him. You had a whole future in front of you, only for it to get snatched away from you.

You were his sunshine, as he was your moonlight.

After your passing, he struggled to keep his emotions in his check and not wolf out. He lashed out at your poor grandma who was checking up on him, but she didn’t even flinch at the sight of his icy blue eyes transforming into molten gold - she already knew what he was. She’d always known but trusted Daryl around you regardless. She still treated him like a son despite the fact. He broke down in the elder arms that day, he didn’t have to carry his dark secret all alone with no one to turn to anymore.

He simply didn’t have anyone that he trusted in his life to share this horrendous secret of his without trying to kill him. He could be confined to the old lady that everyone thought had lost her mind because she told stories of monsters in the dark. It kinda makes sense if he thought back to when he was just a child hearing her rambling old stories, they seem to be more personal experiences with the supernatural than fairy tales. Of course, no one would believe it unless they are experiencing it themselves.

There was a night when Merle found out his horrendous secret by pure accident by provoking him non-stop and his patience was running thin. He was grieving like a normal person mopping in his room when Merle abruptly gets into his room and took an old small metal container from beneath his bed causing Daryl to jump out of bed to be taken completely off guard and immediately chase after him.

Merle knew he was staring at those pictures every night ever since he had come back from the Military to visit his brother. His brother didn't want to do anything, just wanted to stay in his room and stay in bed. The small container was next to him when he was sleeping.

Merle stood in front of the stove where the flames were showing brightly threatening to burn his memories in the form of photographs within the container. Perhaps it will help you move on.

In a split second, Daryl attacks his older brother by pushing him away from the stove with brutal force - as the small container slams to the ground, slipping out all the photographs onto the dirty floor of the trailer. Daryl stood above him with a deathly glare, not with his normal eyes but the golden yellow eyes staring into Merle’s soul as an animalistic growl escapes from his throat as a threat unconsciously.

When Daryl realized what he had done, he immediately stood back away from his brother, giving him space and looking down at the floor. He expected his brother to run away from seeing the true self-the monster he had become, especially seeing his eyes change and staring him down with his heavy breathing like a wild animal as if one wrong move. He would have bounced on Merle without any mercy, ripping him into shreds out of anger.

Daryl quietly picked up the little trinkets that you had to give him over the years along with the photographs back into a container. He was taken aback seeing Merle was where he had attacked him on the ground staying quiet just seeming to be taking in what had happened. He didn’t run out to the hills.

He was about to go back into his room with his head down, clutching the metal case with a deathly grip but not strong enough to destroy it. Merle spoke the only words he said that night. You loved her, didn’t you, little brother?. Daryl just spares him a glance before returning back to his room. The silence was enough to answer his question, he loved her more than anything else.

For the first time and last time, Merle actually let Daryl grieve without degrading comments because now he knew how much that girl meant to him.

So why are you there, decades later?

Was he hallucinating?

You are supposed to be dead, but you look exactly how he imagined you would look if your life wasn’t taken away so early as a grown woman.

You pulled the bolt off his side and felt the warmth against his cheek. It felt too real. You were mouthing something to him, but he kept losing his consciousness.

Why aren’t you six feet under?

Why are you there, hovering over him? He could feel your warm palm cupping his cold, dirty cheek as he stared at your worried expression. Finally, he was able to hear your voice, something he’d missed for so many years, it felt like music to his ears.

“You aren’t dying on my watch. Let yourself heal internally at least, please.” You whispered, placing his forehead against yours as he lost consciousness completely. “If you don't do it for yourself, do it for me. Please, Daryl.”

When he woke up again, you were nowhere in sight. Two walkers were chewing on his shoes.

He must be hallucinating.

He must be losing his goddamn mind.

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Daryl had dragged himself back to camp after finding Sophia’s doll at the river. He did feel lighter as if someone was helping him to walk. The hair at the nape of his neck was standing straight as goosebumps raised from his skin all over his body causing him to be on edge. His instincts were screaming at him if they were trying to give a warning of danger - stay alert but he didn’t see anything other than his body reacting on edge - yet there was a faint lingering in the air that he hadn't smelled so long ago.

After being shot by Andrea, he heard from the others that Andrea fell off of Dale’s trailer with a bloody scream after finding out it was a human being she shot, not a walker. Perhaps in the panic, she wasn’t watching where she was looking, but Andrea was kinda spooked about it.

When he was brought to this guest room where he was resting, his eye caught sight of a photo frame that contained a photograph of you when you were fourteen, bottle-feeding a calf with the biggest grin on your face. He had taken it from the nightstand to look at it closer after everyone else had left, and he wasn’t mistaken. It was truly you.

The realization is now hitting him.

Why was the surname familiar, was it because it was your last name?

Maggie, the oldest Greene of the family comes in with a tray of food and beverage knocking on the door, barely having time to cover himself with the blanket not wanting anyone else to see the scars on his back. When she reached the side of the bed, she noticed Daryl holding the photo frame of her older cousin.

“Did you know her?” Maggie asked, to only get silence in return. Daryl puts the photo frame back on the nightstand. Maggie already knows he doesn’t talk much from what she heard from Glenn - he’s a man of few words.

Realization hits her when she takes a moment to really look at him, especially the shade of piercing blue eyes and the mole above his lip. She places the tray on the nightstand before speaking.

“You did know her. You were her moon.” Maggie says in a sorrowful tone catching him completely off guard. She was correct to assume seeing the way he reacts to her words - this was the boy that her older cousin spoke fondly of with the biggest grin when she was younger. When she was younger, she always wanted to know who was the mysterious boy who had earned your affection and admiration.

Maggie starts to explain how she knows, “She was my cousin, (Nickname). She often spoke fondly about you, often would sneak out to look at the moon at night when she was staying over during the summer. She always said the moon always reminded her of you.”

Before adding, “The main reason why Daddy was mostly mad, not the fact that you took one of our horses without our permission, but took the one that used to belong to (Nickname).”

That kinda explains the undertone of Hershel's anger, it was your horse when you were alive. He clearly remembers how excited you would talk about the horse, Nally because you wouldn’t ever shut up about it. There were times, you would often invite him to come, so he could meet the horse but he always declined to go visit your extended family members, he was more comfortable with your parents and your grandmother because he has known them for years.

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Same as the day before, he spent the morning resting on his right-hand side reliving memories of his first love. He never fell in love again, he could never have fallen for anyone as hard as he had for you, he never managed to move on from you - he just couldn’t.

When there was a knock on the door, he quickly wiped the evidence from his face before the door opened. The way Maggie had spoken about you made his chest ache, especially when she told you about how you’d refer to him as your moon, after seeing you in the woods after injuring himself. It opened up old wounds in his heart hearing someone speak about you out loud, it triggered all the old memories he thought he’d suppressed to the back of his mind - bringing them flooding back to the surface.

The missing child - Sophia - appears before him, leaving him completely speechless and in disbelief. “Losing my shit” he scoffs to himself.

First, he hallucinated you, now the missing girl he was looking for.

He is going fucking crazy. He must be.

The young girl was in a completely healthy state despite being lost in the deep of the woods for days. Sophia was carrying a plate of food and a glass of water followed by Carol a few seconds later.

“Thank you for looking for me.” The timid girl voices her thanks to the older man after being instructed by her mother.

Daryl was in disbelief but was content knowing that Sophia found her way to their camp.

“She came back with that horse that threw you off. She was riding it like she had experience leading a horse.” Carol tells him with a small smile and petting Sophia's hair.

However, the young child winces. “Mom, It wasn’t me who was leading the horse. It was the forest fairy. She was riding it with me.”

Carol sighs. “You were by yourself, Sophia. No woman was riding the horse with you.”

“But the fairy knows Daryl. He was the reason why the fairy could take me back to you, Mom.”

Daryl wanted to laugh at the foolish fairytale but didn’t want to hurt the child's feelings who was so stubborn about this so-called fairy until Sophia took the photo frame from the nightstand that he was staring at the night before and pointed to the girl in the picture.

“She told me stories where the two of you used to hang out under the stars every day. But she was sad when she found you hurt and helped her back here. She brought me back, after knowing how to get here. She just ran back to the forest. No one saw her with me on the horse.” Sophia puts it back down when she sees the look of hauntedness on his face.

For a man who barely showed any emotion, he was overwhelmed with the information.

Sophia was being dragged out by her mother before she left. “She was there waiting for you in the woods after the incident. She protected you from bad people. You may have not seen her but she was there.”

“Enough, Sophia! Sorry, Daryl.” Carol was scolding Sophia when they both left through the door.

Daryl was conflicted but now it was making sense. There were moments when he could feel her there and just thought he was hallucinating when It felt like you were standing right beside him. But maybe he wasn’t, the information from the little girl left his head spinning in a way he wasn’t familiar with.

There was an important event from what Sophia was saying. He could never make sense of it until now - but when his father was chasing him through the woods after picking him off from the police station for being interrogated. His father hated police attention on them, he had full intentions of beating his ass black and blue.

The forest trees were smacking his father to the ground with full force as someone was holding the branch back before letting it go. His father was getting smacked by the same stick that he used to use on him cutting into his skin. His father was being covered with copies of his scars that were inflicted over the years took a picture of all his scars- then inflicted them on his abuser. Daryl was too busy running away, but apparently, something dragged him out of the woods which spooked the living shit out of his father. That’s what Merle said when his father was rambling while drunk.

But if he thought back on all the times he ran into the woods to run from someone, they get hella spooked from the woods that they wouldn’t even take a step into the woods ever since. All of them had the same conclusion. The forest was protecting him while attacking anything that was considered to be a threat to him.

Were you there when he was grieving on the same spot where two of you often met up under the branches of a tree that had the two of your names carved into it - you way of claiming a spot of the earth just for both of you.

Were you the reason why he felt lighter dragging his ass to the farm after getting injured?

Were you helping him not to put weight on his injured side, preventing further damage?

Whenever he was there it was as if there was a blanket of comfort, the same kind of feeling of you hugging him whenever he seems to need a hug, wrapping around his whole being. He always felt someone was staring at him but there was no one in sight.

Perhaps it was you, this entire time.

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The Walking Dead Masterlist

[greatfandom]

More fandoms?

Hey guys, are there any more fandom’s you all might be interested in me making a Masterlist for?

So far these are all of I have but I am open to expanding...

ya know as I said above lol

The walking dead -

     Mostly Daryl Dixon, but I am willing to start Masterlist for other characters if that's something you guys want.

The Witcher -

    I probably won’t be doing a Masterlist as of now, when I learned Henry Cavill won’t be returning for season 4 I Kinda took it as shock and I'm still wrapping my head around it.

The Vampire Diaries -

I have only relogged Klaus at the moment but I am willing to do more characters, just a warning I’m not a big fan of the actor that plays Kol, just google his scandals.  

If yall want any more fandoms either comment below/ though I won’t be able to reply, or there's the inbox or you can submit a post

Love you guys!

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Lost

Summary: Your tired,you’re hungry. The world looks bleak,you’re looking for your friends. Soon,you see a shape in the distance. It looks familiar

TW- i don’t think there are any? Typical TWD stuff I guess lol. A lil angst

Daryl x Reader

I’m not sure exactly how I got here. I was with someone before I got lost- I think.

Something happened.

Someone attacked.

I wasn’t sure what to do after everything had calmed down ,so I had decided to follow the small group of people that I found. They seemed nice enough. They never bothered me.

But I’m alone now,searching. My friends are all gone.

The sun is blinding,but I have no strength to block the rays from my eyes.

My tired eyes.

My sore eyes.

God,I’m so tired.

I wish I could just collapse,but I have to keep searching. I’m starving.

My joints ache,my fingers are numb from the chill in the air.

I continue trudging through the dense woods,briars ripped through my skin, tree branches caught my clothes.

I walked on for what seemed like hours. Finally I saw an end to the woods that seemed to go on forever.

There was a clearing,and an old,dilapidated house sat just at the edge of it.

It was oddly familiar. Had I been here before? My mind was foggy as I tried to pry memories out.

I clambered up the porch steps.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard footsteps coming from the area I had just been through.

Someone had been following me.

I waited to see what or who would appear. There was a movement in one of the bushes. Then an arm appeared. They stepped out into the clearing.

A man.

But who was he?

I walked to the edge of the porch. As I got closer,I could recognize him, but I didn’t have a name for the man.

Who was he?

He seemed to recognized me. We stayed in place,watching each other from a few yards away.

He seemed upset.

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The archer followed the figure for hours,not making a noise. He was mindful of where he planted his feet, as to not announce his presence.

He had been in the woods looking for his dear friend for days. (against the better judgment of his group back at home)

He had searched almost everywhere for her. Every spot he could think of. The house she liked to hide away in was the last on his list.

He hoped that she had just gotten tired of the business of Alexandria and just needed to get away for a bit.

He watched as the figure walked into the clearing.

He stood just inside the edge of the woods to see what the figure would do.

He was anxious.

He watched the weakened form of his friend climb the steps,nearly falling a few times.

He knew what he had to do. He was trying to muster up the courage to do it.

She stood at the door. She seemed to ponder something.

He hoped that she was just sick,that’s why she had been wheezing and tripping over everything in her path.

He knew better. His hope was for nothing. He was being stupid.

He slowly walked into the clearing,she heard him and turned to face him.

He stopped suddenly,he felt sick to his stomach.

She moved to the edge of the porch,leaning over the railing. Arms outstretched.

He couldn’t do anything but watch her.

She didn’t look anything like the girl he knew before.

Leaves and dirt were caked into the mess of hair that used to be intricately braided and tossed over her shoulder.

Her shirt was dirty, dried blood was covering her shoulder and chest.

He wished she could snap out of it and go back to being the lively ,almost irritating, girl she had been.

He felt a pang of guilt for not coming to search the woods around her old retreat sooner.

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The man raised his arm,in his hand he held a large object. It was blurry,I couldn’t quite make it out.

I raised my arms,trying to block the sun as I attempted to get a better view of the man.

I heard a snap,then nothing.

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Yeah idk what I’m doing. I didn’t exactly have time to proofread. I’m sorry you had to view this with your eyeballs.

[d-dixonimagines]

For the prompt game thingy whatsit

5. And 6. Said by reader

Like they argue with Daryl and say 5. Not expecting him to do it then when he does they break down and whisper 6 as they cry. Set in ASZ or hilltop maybe?

Totally up to you if it's a fluffy end or. Not tho I do enjoy sad one's.

SORRY this has taken so long! I appreciate your interactions to my writing, I notice all of the input that you share! We're keeping this pretty angsty, 'cause that's just what I'm in the mood for!

Prompts: "Don't let the door hit you on the way out!" and "Please don't hurt me like this." Takes place at Hilltop

Hurt - Prt Two

It wasn't the first time you and Daryl had had this argument, and you were certain everyone at Hilltop were tired of hearing you two yelling about the same thing each time. This one felt different, though. It was more heated, and you were both saying things that would be hard to take back. "You always run away when things get the slightest bit serious, Daryl, why?" He just scoffed and continued to get his things together. It was hard for you to understand where his head was at sometimes. You had been a thing for quite a while now, but it was hard to go anywhere in your relationship when he pulled away every time it felt like it was getting serious. You didn't need a title or to make anything "official", you just wanted him to be there and you wanted to feel confident in the fact that he wouldn't flee every time he felt uncomfortable. And it was aggravating beyond belief the way he never answered you when you asked the hard questions! Watching him go around the room and tossing whatever belongings he had, you picked up a shirt that was lying next to you and held it out for him to take, a look of stubbornness. He made eye-contact with you as he snatched it out of your hand. "You're not going to say anything?" "There ain't nothin' to say," his response was quick and it just made you even more angry. "There's nothing to say, huh? You don't want to talk about the fact that you're packing up your shit, AGAIN, and getting yourself ready to leave just because I want to talk about what we're doing? Why can't we ever have these conversations? What are you so afraid of, that you have to abandon this every time this conversation comes up?" He stopped what he was doing and looked at you, his eyes dark with anger. "No, I don't. Because I don't see why we have to have this conversation every fucking time things are actually nice. Why can't you just leave it the fuck alone?" "Because I love you! God forbid I want some kind of security in what we are instead of it all just being up in the air. It's not fair, and it's honestly quite cruel how easy it is for you to abandon me and this relationship the second it gets hard," You kept watching him as he finished up, acting like he wasn't even listening to you. "If you leave this time, don't come back. I'm not going to keep waiting around for you just so you can continue breaking my heart." It was true when you said it, but you knew in the back of your mind that you would always take him back because you loved him so fucking much and the thought of not having him in your life was too unbearable. He tossed his bag over his shoulder and made his way for the door, taking a moment to stop and look at you. "You don't hav'ta worry about that, I ain't coming back," he walked out, leaving you standing there speechless. "Fine! Don't let the door hit you on the way out!" You yelled at him from down the hall, watching as he walked down the stairs, hoping he would stop, but he didn't even look back at you this time. When the front door closed behind him, you let out a frustrated scream and slammed your bedroom door, falling to the ground as tears finally broke free. "Please don't hurt me like this," you whispered to yourself, pleading that he would somehow hear you and come back, apologizing and saying that he was making a huge mistake. But he didn't. You were left there, with the shattered pieces of your heart left on the floor.

[random-imaginess]

RANDOM PROMPTS

I'm in the mood for some requests. Below I'll post some prompts that you can choose from and anyone that I am open to writing for! * Choose up to two prompts you'd like to use. (It helps if they work together) * Provide some kind of setting * Open to any kind of theme * Trigger warnings will be marked if needed

Harry Styles Bucky Barnes (any of Sebastian's characters) Andy Barber Ransom Drysdale (any other of Chris Evans' characters) Daryl Dixon Aaron Tveit Tom Hiddleston Eli Goldsworthy

Prompt: 1. "I'm not letting you go alone." 2. "You're not fine. And you don't have to pretend that you are with me." 3. "I just needed to see you." 4. "I sleep better in your bed." 5. "How could you ask me that?" 6. "Tell me I'm wrong." 7. "That sounds a lot like 'goodbye'." 8. "Let me take you home." 9. "You know what? Forget it." 10. "We can't keep this up forever." 11. "Do you believe in ghosts?" 12. "Stop being such a baby." 13. "I wanna see you." 14. "What on earth happened in here?" 15. "You are the cutest idiot on the planet." 16. "Are we gonna talk about last night?" 17. "I can't do this! I'm the worst liar ever!" 18. "You look terrified. Please smile before someone thinks I threatened you." 19. "Is it weird that I missed talking to you?" 20. "I'm not blushing, shut up." 21. "You know better than to lie to me." 22. "What the hell happened to you?" 23. "Who has you terrified?" 24. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?" 25. "I'll stop if you want. If you ask nicely." 26. "Can you come pick me up?" 27. "You're safe with me, you know that, right?" 28. "You thought I never noticed you, but I did. I always saw you." 29. "If we could run away together and go anywhere, where would you take me?" 30. "I always come running back to you. I can't help it." 31. "I'm not talking to you when you're like this." 32. "Keep your eyes closed." 33. "I didn't know who else to go to." 34. "Hold still, I have to bandage this up." 35. "You think a simple apology is going to fucking fix this?" 36. "Do you wanna talk about it or should we just cuddle?" 37. "I'm gonna need you to calm down." 38. "There's a storm rolling in. You scared?" 39. "Stop yelling at me!" 40. "You have no right talking to me that way!" 41. "Is it so hard to admit you're wrong?" 42. "You're not scared, are you?" 43. "What's your biggest fear?" 44. "What happened to your face?" 45. "Why are you so calm about this?" 46. "I keep waiting for you to hurt me." 47. "How long until you realize I'm here to stay?" 48. "I won't let you ruin us. You're scared of this, but you don't have to be." 49. "I feel like I can't breathe when you're not here." 50. "I'm scared to let myself want you." 51. "Forget it, you're a fucking asshole." 52. "If you don't hug me right now I think I might fall apart." 53. "Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?" 54. "Sharing is caring, now give me your hoodie." 55. "I know what you're going to say and I already don't like it." 56. "You really have no idea what you're doing, do you?" 57. "You have no idea how much I hate you."

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The Road Ahead of Us - TWD Season 2

The Walking Dead Fanfiction

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They had left Atlanta behind, trying to reach Fort Benning; but during an apocalypse nothing ever goes at it is planned. Sarah and Nicolette will have to face new challenges and dangers. How will they survive?

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CHAPTER 17

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SARAH 

It had been an hour since Rick and Glenn had left the farm. Sarah had left Maggie with Lori. She didn't want to do it, but Maggie insisted that Sarah needed to sleep a bit.

She walked towards the camp but frowned when she noticed that Daryl's tent wasn't there anymore. She looked around, but there was no sign of him. She just hoped that he hadn't gone to the woods alone and angry.

Sarah lay down in Nicki and her tent and fell asleep almost immediately. As she tossed and turned during her nap, she saw her sister sleeping next to her, and Sarah took her hand before falling asleep once more.

She had no idea how long she had been sleeping, but when she opened her eyes, there was still daylight outside, but no sign of Glenn and Rick. Nicki had woken up before Sarah because when she walked out of the tent, she noticed that her sister had gone back to training with her arrows. She observed her for some moments. Nicki kept shooting, and she kept hitting her targets; still, moving, close and far, she wasn't missing a shot.

After that, Sarah decided to go to the wooden garage to keep fixing the old car. She was improving, and she had managed to make the lights work. It was all dusty and rusty, but she really wanted that car to move even for some meters. She was finding real comfort in fixing it. It took her mind away from bad thoughts, too busy solving all those problems on that machine.

"That's where you disappear, then?" her sister's voice made Sarah look up from her work. Nicolette walked in, observing the car.

"I knew Dale had introduced you to the mechanics, but it has really become a new passion of yours."

Sarah chuckled. "It's distracting."

Nicolette nodded, "I know what you mean." Then she walked closer, eyeing the car. "That's never going to work."

"Not for many miles," Sarah said, nodding her head. "But if I fix this, I can fix anything."

"Ambitious much," Nicolette said. "I saw you looking at me."

"Yeah, I do that a lot," Sarah said, lighting the pedals with a torch, pushing them down, and examining how rusty they were.

"There's something you're dying to ask me, but you are too afraid that it's going to mess with me," Nicki said, pacing around the room.

"I think we are all too much messed with," Sarah said. "And I didn't want you to live that moment again."

"Sophia?" Nicki asked, making Sarah hummed in agreement.

"Thanks," Nicolette said after a moment. "I really don't want to talk about that."

"Even because you won't change your mind, no matter what I'd say," Sarah said sadly, not looking up from her task.

"I meant what I said," Nicolette said. "Everything we do will affect the group." It was sad to think that Nicolette had arrived at that conclusion, even though it was terrible to think that she was not entirely wrong. Their lives were linked, and there was nothing they could do about it.

"At the barn..." Nicki said, keeping pacing. "I can't take my mind off of Shane."

"Yeah, I understand," Sarah admitted, standing up and looking at her sister.

"Some are saying he did the right thing," Nicolette said. "What do you think?"

Sarah rested her side against the car. "I think that everything went out of hand, but I think he wanted to protect us," Nicki seemed to take in each word Sarah said.

"It seems to happen a lot lately," the girl said.

"To us?"

"To Shane," Nicolette pointed out.

"Does he scare you?" Sarah asked, remembering that she had felt a bit frightened herself during his speech before opening the barn.

"No," Nicki answered, "He is not angry at me," she said simply.

"Angry?"

"At Rick," Nicki said, nodding her head. "Shane changed since he arrived. Everything had changed for him as he arrived."

Shane had defended all of them since the very beginning, and Sarah could never thank him enough for that, but she knew that Rick thought more and angered less. Now that Nicolette was pointing that out, Shane started to get more aggressive since Rick's arrival. At the same time, they had lived through so many difficult things. Was Shane really to blame for acting strangely?

"I think I was going to shoot him," Nicolette's words made Sarah's blood freeze in her vains. She looked up at her sister with wide eyes, but Nicki diverted her eyes. "I realized it only when the walkers came out of the barns. But I was aiming at his back." She took a breath.

"Do you regret it?" Sarah asked carefully, not sure she wanted to hear the answer.

"Not shooting him?" Nicki asked, "No, I don't," and Sarah let out a shaky breath.

"I don't think I would ever forgive myself," Nicolette said before turning to her sister. "But I don't trust him anymore."

Sarah couldn't stop thinking about Nicolette's words. What she said about Shane and not trust him. Since she had pointed it out, Sarah couldn't stop her mind from thinking about the man's attitude and how even Lori seemed to be shutting him out. She kept thinking about it when she finished her work on the car for the day. Nicolette was back practicing, but Sarah's eyes were caught by Daryl's figure sitting far away from the camp, almost near the fence. The man was under the sun, and she couldn't help herself when she searched inside her bag to take two protein bars and a bottle of water before making her way towards him.

He had a piece of wood in his hands, scraping the ground silently, biting the inside of his cheek, deep in thought.

"Hey," she said quietly, trying not to startle him. Even if she wasn't sure she needed to be careful about that, it wasn't easy to take Daryl Dixon by surprise.

"What?" he asked without looking up from the dirt on the ground.

Sarah took a breath. "I've brought you something to eat. And some water," she said, showing what she held in her hands.

But he grunted, "I ain't hungry."

"I figured," Sarah said, biting her lips. It pained her that he was closing himself in again. "But you need to eat something. Or at least drink some water," she said, putting the bars and the plastic bottle next to him. 

She was ready to walk away. Daryl was a man with his guard up, and it was really easy to cross the line with him. So, to not make him feel uneasy, she decided that it was best to leave him be, with not so many words.

"These are yours?" he questioned, making her turn to him.

"Yeah," she answered, putting a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Why?" at his question, she just shrugged her shoulders.

"I was worried about you," Sarah answered simply, and that made him look up at her for the first time. His blue eyes set on her frame, silently observing. "Eat something, please," she said with a gentle tone before walking away. She didn't like for him to be far away from the house, but at the same time, Daryl Dixon didn't seem a person that found comfort in talking about his sorrow with others.

The evening arrived soon, and Sarah did her best to help Patricia make dinner. The woman was still silent after what had happened at the barn, but Sarah didn't push her to talk. She just waited for Patricia to tell her what to do. It was a bit strange, cooking in a real kitchen. She remembered when she used to help her granny for Thanksgiving, deciding the menu, arranging the table, and making all the food that they surely would not have finished on that day. Her granny... what was of her? Was she with her parents? Was yet alive? She didn't know for sure. But her heart was giving her a hush answer, an answer she didn't want to listen to.

"Do you need help?" Carol's voice surprised Sarah as the woman made her entrance into the room, rubbing her hands on her trousers. Did she really feel like cooking? Was it too invasive to ask? Should she just shut up?

Patricia looked at Sarah before speaking to Carol, "Can you cut some salad?"

Carol nodded her head before getting to work. They stood in silence as the sun set on the horizon. Still no sign of Glenn or Rick. That should have been an easy run; maybe they had thought it wrong, maybe Hershel wasn't in that bar, and now they were looking for him. She hadn't been in town, but she could assume that it wasn't a large one. Why were they taking so long?

"Already setting your plate?" asked Patricia quietly, looking at the plate Sarah was preparing.

"No, it's for Daryl," she answered. "I don't think he is going to come to eat." Then her eyes set on the faint light away from the house. She wondered what he was doing, how he was feeling.

"Why do you two like to argue so much?" Dale's voice made the women turn towards the door to see Dale and T-Dog entering the house with Nicki and Carl, who, like always, would glare at each other.

"She is the one not answering a question," Carl stated, turning away from Nicolette, who shrugged her shoulder.

"There are two easy ways to fix that," she said simply. "Ask more intelligent questions, or don't ask at all."

T-Dog took a deep breath. "Is dinner ready?"

"Almost," Patricia said.

"It'd be lovely if someone set the table," Sarah suggested, looking at her sister, who shook her head.

"I'm calling Maggie," she said, running out of the room.

Carl scoffed. "She always does that," he said, taking the plates Patricia was giving him. "She never sets the table."

That was true. Nicolette and house choirs weren't exactly on the same page, and if she found a way, she would flee without turning back. Sarah would have said something to her, but it was the most "childish" thing that her sister did, and Sarah didn't feel like making her grow up on that as well. Not for the time, anyway.

Maggie came down the stairs from next to Nicolette when the table was almost ready. T-Dog and Carl were already set down, and Sarah was fixing the silverware next to every plate. She looked at Maggie, silently asking her how Beth was doing, but the girl shook her head. When she passed next to Sarah, she squeezed her arm, trying to give her some kind of comfort.

"They should be back by now,," Andrea's voice grabbed everyone's attention as she and Shane entered the living room.

"Yeah, they just got holed up somewhere," Shane said as Sarah noticed her sister observing the man closely as he sat down, almost studying him. "We'll head out first thing in the morning." T-Dog nodded his head in agreement at Shane's idea.

Sarah gave the bowl full of cabbage to Nicki, who started to make her plate.

"You want some?" Nicki asked Carl next to her, but he shook his head, his mind somewhere else.

"You need to eat something, Shorty," she kept saying, causing the boy to turn to her with a glare.

"Stop calling me that," he argued, but Nicolette didn't move as she kept observing him.

"Oh, he talks. So he can also eat," she said, putting some cabbage on his plate.

"Carl," Shane said, making the boy turn to him, "I want you to keep your head up, ok? Your old man, he is the toughest son of a-"

"No cussing in the house," Patricia said, looking at Shane with a cold glare. Not that anyone could blame her.

"Lori, dinner!" Carol said towards the stairs, but Maggie frowned.

"She is not in there."

At her words, Sarah frowned. "She is not?" Maggie turned to Sarah with a questioning look. It was strange for Lori not to be on time for dinner. "Was she outside?" Sarah asked, turning to Nicki, who answered that she wasn't.

"Where is she?" Dale asked, a bit worried, but Maggie shook her head.

"I didn't see her."

That was not normal. Sarah looked at Carl. Now that she thought about it, it was unusual for Lori not to get Carl before entering the house to eat. That strange situation must have alarmed everyone because they all got quiet, looking at one another. Silent and worried.

"Carl," said Shane, keeping his tone calm. "When's the last time you saw your mom?"

Carl didn't hesitate to answer, "This afternoon."

"She was worried about Rick," Andrea said, only increasing the worry of where Lori could be. "She asked me to look in on Carl."

"She went after them?" asked Dale, voicing everyone's thoughts.

"She didn't say that," Andrea answered, and at that, they all got up. Shane did, too, even if he kept saying that they didn't need to worry because Lori couldn't have been too far. But the woman usually helped them with dinner, and she never stood too long away from her child.

They soon decided to take a look around. Shane had gone to the barn, Nicki, Carl, and Patricia inside the house, Dale and Andrea at the camp, while Carol and Sarah looked around the fields of the yards as Maggie stood with Beth. But nothing. There was no sign of Lori. And Sarah really doubted that they would have found her sitting on the ground somewhere. She surely had gone looking for Rick. It was understandable, he was her husband, she had already lost him once, how could she not be worried? What had been a bad decision, though, was that she went alone. And as for Rick and Glenn, why were they taking so long?

"She is not at the barn," Shane said once they all walked towards the camp, where Andrea, Carl, Nicki, and Dale were.

"Not even in the yards," Sarah said as she got closer.

"Yeah, I took a look, too," said T-Dog, nodding his head.

Carl's eyes widened. "Where is she?!"

"She asked Daryl to go into town," Carol's voice made them turn as she ran to them, "Must have gone herself."

"Oh god," Sarah muttered.

Carl covered his mouth with his hand, feeling like crying as Andrea rubbed his back, trying to comfort him, but he moved away from her, running towards his tent.

Sarah took a breath as she saw Nicolette watching the boy running away.

"We should go looking for her," Nicki said, putting her hands on her hips.

That was true, but how many people? Who? They couldn't afford for others to go missing.

What was happening in that town? Why Glenn and Rick were not back yet? 

"Did you know about this?" Shane asked, pacing towards Dale with a growl that made Sarah frown.

"No," the man answered.

"Did..." Shane said, getting anxious. "Did she take a gun?"

But Dale shook his head. "I don't know." That didn't seem to ease Shane's worries as he made his way towards the car. "I wouldn't let her go out alone," Dale kept saying, but Shane wasn't listening anymore. He entered the car, started the engine, and quickly drove away, leaving all of them there just standing, observing the light of the car further and further from them.

"I don't know about ya," T-Dog said, "But I'm not hungry anymore."

Andrea nodded her head. "We'll eat later," she said, trying to sound encouraging. "When the others are back."

Sarah really hoped she was right. She could not afford to have any more bad news. She needed her friends back, her group all together. She was so tired of losing people.

"Someone should go check on Carl," Nicki said, crossing her arms over her chest. "And be sure he's not going to follow his parents." That thought was really frightening, but it was not so far from the truth. Carl shared many of his parent's quality, and she didn't want to find out if jumping into danger was one of them.

"You should go, Sarah," Nicki said, making her sister frown.

"Me?" she asked. "Why me?"

Nicolette nodded. "You're good with words."

"Would he listen to me?" Sarah said with a frown, but Nicki almost snorted.

"He doesn't listen to anybody," she answered. "But at least we'll know he is there."

Sarah took a breath before making her way towards the tent. Her mother always said that she had a way with children, and it was she who insisted that Sarah become a teacher. Not that the girl felt very confident about that choice, but she had babysat many children growing up. She just hoped she would be able not to anger Carl.

"Carl," she called quietly, kneeling in front of his tent, where she could hear him whimper. "I'm sorry, sweety," she said. It must have been terrible for him; he had lost a friend, and now his parents were missing.

"Listen, I know that you feel scared right now," she said. "And I cannot promise everything is going to be alright; that would be a lie." There was no point in saying to him that he didn't need to worry, that his parents would have been back soon because she didn't know and knowing Carl that would have only made him get more upset. He was a smart kid, and he had matured far too much in that world.

She knew how terrible it was to feel left alone, without protection, without a family. And she knew that nothing she could say or do would make it better for him because thinking that your family was no longer with you was a killing feeling. But for what she was living, she understood that there was someone she could rely on.

"But I can promise you that you can count on us. All of us," she said, hearing some steps behind her and seeing Nicki approaching slowly. "Try to rest a bit, alright?"

She heard him sniff. "Alright," he said after a moment of silence. Sarah touched the tent lightly before getting up from her kneeling position.

"You should stay here," she said, turning to Nicki, who frowned.

"Me?" that was her turn to ask that, and Sarah nodded.

"Nicolette, I think that the only person that can fully understand him is you," she said honestly, but the confused expression on her sister's face didn't disappear.

"We always end up fighting," Nicolette answered.

"That's what you think," Sarah said. "But understanding doesn't mean getting along." Nicki seemed to think about her words, which made Sarah smile a little.

"I'm going to the others," she said. "Stay here."

Nicolette shrugged her shoulders, not looking at her. "Whatever," but she sat down nonetheless, taking one of her arrows and starting to scrape the ground with it.

Sarah was walking towards the house when she noticed Carol stalking quickly from the yards, rubbing her eyes. Sarah stopped observing her. Her eyes were red, and her lips were trembling. Was she crying about Sophia? Should she have had to ask?

But at the same time, it didn't feel right to let her alone at that moment, so with a fast-beating heart, Sarah made her way towards the woman.

"Carol," she said, getting closer to the woman, putting her hands on her arms, searching for her eyes.

"Are you okay?" she asked, knowing that her question was stupid. Carol moved her hand to dry the tears on her cheeks, biting her lips.

"It's nothing," Carol said, shaking her head.

Sarah frowned. "I don't want to insist, but..." Carol took a breath.

"It's not about Sophia," she said, but only the name brought more tears to her eyes, but she tried to keep them in. "It's about Daryl."

"Daryl?" Sarah asked, confused.

"I've gone to him," Carol said, and Sarah took a breath.

"What he said?" she asked. She knew that Daryl could become very rude when he didn't want people around when he felt most vulnerable. And Sarah knew that he was destroyed by what had happened to Sophia. She could understand taking on everyone else but on Carol? That woman lost her daughter; he couldn't take his rage out on her.

"Nothing," Carol said, shaking her head, but he must have said something upsetting. "I'll go to the others," Carol said after taking a breath. "Are you coming?"

Sarah smiled a little "In a moment," she said, "I'll see you later."

Carol observed her for a moment, but then she started to walk towards their camp, as for Sarah she waited until Carol was far enough, before making her through the yard towards the fire, where she knew Daryl was encamped.

As she got closer, she spotted his black motorbike shining from the faint light of the flames. She wasn't surprised when she saw some squirrel hanging dead from a rope. He had already done it at the camp at the quarry when Amy, Jim, and Jaqui were still there. When Merle was still there.

She wasn't surprised even when she heard Daryl's voice. "If you're here ta tell me about the woman, leave," he spoke in a growl, glaring at her like he had done many times before.

"No, I'm not here to scold you," she said. "I'm sure you'll do that yourself when you'll calm down."

Daryl chuckled darkly. "So, you've got all figured out, Missy?" he said, and she nodded her head, not intimidated by his glare.

"Not all, but I know some things," she said as he got closer, his blue eyes fixed on her. "I know that you were the only one truly believing Sophia was alive," she said. "I know we had all given up a long time ago." He took a deep breath as he moved slightly in front of her. "I know that you get angry easily, especially if you're suffering." She saw him chewing the inside of his cheek. "And I know you're blaming yourself for what happened when you should really not." She took a deep breath, feeling her heart clench when he saw him look down, blinking his eyes, probably trying not to let her see the effect of her words.

"Don't do this, Daryl," she begged him, making a step closer. "Don't do this to yourself, don't close away again." Her eyes moved briefly to the squirrels on his bike before looking at him again. "We care about you," she searched for his gaze, even if he kept trying to look away. "I care about you." He got stiff at her words, biting his lip. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to, but do not blame yourself and think that you are alone because you're not," she said, feeling some tears in her eyes. "That's what I wanted to tell you."

Silence fell between them as Daryl kept his eyes on the ground, not moving towards her, not even yelling back. Sarah was breathing heavily, not believing that she had said all of that without worrying about what he might have answered. She just hoped that he would have listened to her for once.

"I've...em... I've saved you a plate," she said, passing a hand through her brown hair. "Maybe... I'll bring it to you later, alright?" Sarah asked, even if she hadn't expected an answer from the man. She observed him for a moment, still not looking at her, so she took a breath and turned to leave. She knew that Daryl needed time, and she was surprised he hadn't got defensive and yelled at her. She didn't expect for him to move back next to their camp, but she just hoped that he would have thought about it, they needed to stay together. All of them. 

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The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season 5

Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language, implied ptsd, age gap

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

(Incomplete)

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six Part seven Part eight Part nine Part ten Part eleven Part twelve Part thirteen  Part fourteen Part fifteen 

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By The Lake*Part Three

Summary:  A family friend offers you a place to stay to get away from an abusive past.  Her home is a place that you are familiar with, an old town with a large lake you spent many days in. You went there years ago for one full summer, where you became close friends with a very young Daryl Dixon.  You two were inseparable until you had to leave.  But now you’re back, escaping from a past much like his.  You will need to weave your way through the town's problematic people, your own problems, and above all the confusing Dixon.  Will you two find your way back to each other again?  Or will he push you further away?  And above all, will your past cease to haunt you?

Part one * Part Two * Part Four * Part Five

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and violence(potential triggers), cussing, more mature themes(not smut or anything tho), slow burn romance

Authors Note: Daryl Dixon is a character from the amazing show The Walking Dead, but this story is modern AU so not with all the walkers and everything.  I don’t own and I didn’t create his character.  Also this story is in no means meant to romanticize abuse, that stuff isn’t romantic. It is such a terrible, terrible thing, but it is sadly a very common thing as well.  Throughout this series I only hope that I can spread awareness about the matter, and let people know that they aren’t alone, things will get better, and that no one is deserving of any kind of abuse. Ever. Anyways, I’m done with my rant, I hope y’all like it, and if not please send in some constructive criticisms I’m always looking to improve.

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I woke up to the kids screaming, at the cabin door for me to come out.  I quickly put on a bra and open the door in my pajamas.  Cherry was standing there in a pantsuit with Monty and Rosie by her side.

“Jesus (Y/N), it’s nearly 10.”  She shakes her head at me and pushes the kids inside the cabin.

“What!  That early.”  I joke, but she only humored me with a sarcastic open-mouthed laugh.  I run a hand through my messy hair and apologize.

“I’ll make a point to wake up early.  But y’all weren’t exactly detailed on the job description.” I point to the kids.  She kisses the kids goodbye on the head and stands up to face me again.

“Well my job description implies that I should have left 10 minutes ago.  And no, it is not you’re fault.”  She glares at her kids and then glances over her shoulder.  

“Mark didn’t help me at all this morning.  Daryl came over earlier than usual, something bout having less time than he thought.  Whatever, my point it that the kids are your problem now.”  She smiles at me then bolts out the door before Monty or Rosie can chase after her.  I watch her car leave with a sense of dread and excitement.  How in the heck am I supposed to keep these guys from dying of boredom?

I stare at the two of them, Rosie is sitting on my bed, and and looking out the window right into the lake...The lake!  Cherry said how Rosie loves to swim, and I’m sure Monty wouldn’t mind spending this hot day in the water. Even Mark said a day in the lake would keep them happy. 

“Would you guys like to play in the lake today?”  Rosie jumps off the bed and screeches a yes, while Monty looks at me with puppy eyes and nods his head a million times. I match my excitement to theirs and usher them outside. I get dressed into my bathing suit, while they sit on the porch waiting. I don’t bother with a shirt after my bathing suit is on, I just put on some shorts and sandals.  

As soon as I walk outside Monty and Rosie hop off the chairs and wait for me to lock the door.  When I’m done they grab both of my hands and drag me to their house.  We nearly tripped five times getting there, but finally the house came into view.  Sounds are coming from the open garage not too far away.  Some tool was going off and when it stopped a voice filled it’s place.  Daryl’s voice.  My heart dropped, he sounds a bit different but I could tell his voice from a mile away. I shake my head from any thoughts of him and walk us all forwards. The front door was unlocked so we went inside.

“Alright you two, I want you to go put on your suits and sunblock.  Grab anything else you want, and I’ll make us a picnic. You guys like that plan?”  Rosie and Monty looked at each other, nodded, then took off sprinting to their separate rooms.  

5 minutes later I had two sandwiches done, and 3 bottled waters beside them.  I run a mental list of what I need, towels, extra sunblock, food, water, a camera, maybe some toys, and whatever else I can think of.  I finish the last sandwich and grab some fruits and snacks from the fridge, which Cherry and Mark said I have free reign of.  I had my camera in the bag I brought, and I saw some sunblock in the bathroom last night.  All I need are the towels.  

I spent several more minutes trying to find those damned things, but couldn’t see them anywhere.  I brace myself for what is to come.  I have to ask Mark, and Mark is with Daryl.  

I make my way outside of the house and towards the open, metal shed.  I can see the body of the car just slightly sticking out of the garage.  I brace myself as I walk in.  Instead of my eyes finding Daryl's again, they are faced with Marks hunched over back.  Daryl was no where to be seen.  Mark was bent over the hood, fixing something with the engine I guess.

“Uh, Mark?”  I call over the loud noises.  Mark whips around and nearly hits his head on the open hood of the car.  He chuckles to himself and gives me a warm smile.  He has oil up the back of his neck, and cheek.

“Oh, hey (Y/N).”  Suddenly the loud noise stops and Mark and I hear a loud crash, followed by a sheepish “ow”.  Mark leans over the car.

“You alright Daryl?”  My cheeks burn red as Daryl emerges from under the car.  He had grease and dirt all over him, covering his deep blush, the sight of him took my breath away.  If I thought he was cute at 14...well, if my 13 year old self saw him now, I don’t even know what she would do.  Daryl avoids eye contact with me, but nods to Mark.

“M’ fine.” He mumbles.  He shuffles his feet and the air seems thicker, like he also thought this should be going different.  We should be hugging, and catching up.  But instead we can’t even look at each other without wanting to drool, or runaway.

Mark turns to me, eyeing the two of us with a sly smile.  I can only imagine how Cherry talked us up to be.  I fight the urge to roll my eyes at the thought of Cherry telling Mark all about Daryl and I when we were younger.

“Something wrong with the kids?” Mark asks me.  I quickly shake my head.

“No, they’re inside getting ready for the lake.  We’re going to be over there if you need us.”  I suddenly forgot my question for Mark when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Daryl trail his eyes over me, taking me in.  I could watch him all day, looking at me like that.  Maybe I should wear this bathing suit more often.

“That all?”  Mark asks me kindly.  I laugh stupidly, god I was standing there like an idiot.  

“Uhm no, sorry.  I was wondering where the towels were?” 

“Oh sure thing.  Let me go get them for you.” Before I could stop him, Mark is out of sight and going towards the house.  Anxiety courses through me as I turn to Daryl.  But all those feelings go away when we lock eyes, we were friends once, why the hell am I so nervous?  He isn't a stranger, right?  Neither of us said a word, I wanted to say hi, or something witty but I just couldn’t get a word out.  He looked at me different, his mouth pulled in a thin line instead of that easy smile he wore years ago.  He was the first to break the silence.  

“How long you stayin’ this time?”  His voice was harsher than I ever remember it being.  It takes me a second to gather my wits.  

“I don’t know Daryl.” I thought I saw his chest still when I said his name, like he was holding his breath.  But he lets out a dry laugh and looks to the floor again.  

“Why you slummin’ it anyway?”  He said with his eyes trailing around us, then finally setting to a glare at me.  His question felt like he poked me with a sharp stick. Who did he think I was?

“This ain’t slumming it Daryl.”  I say sharply, he rolls his eyes and and scoffs.  A bitter sound.  

“Then why’d you make to leave so quick?” He shoots back. Before I could speak he cuts me off. “Nah, I bet you couldn’t wait to go back.  Princess goes back to her castle, leaving the lot of us behind.” He sets his tool down and walks around the car, getting closer to me as he spoke. “Like wiping your hands of fucking filth aint’ it.”  He seethed at me. I feel my own anger rise, why was he being like this?  

“You think I wanted to leave you!  That I wanted to leave this place.  Daryl you were my friend, my best friend.  I would’ve stayed if I didn’t have school, you know that.” I say. His jaw clenches and he walks behind me, bumping my shoulder, he grabbed a rag and wiped his hands from grease.   He smells like gas, sweat and cigarettes.

“Ya, well I don’t want no friends. You ain’t no different from any of ‘em!” He couldn’t look at me now, he threw the towel down on the table and walked back around to where he was before I disrupted him. My chest heaved and constricted.  How could he say that?  I had to go so many years ago, I had to leave him...

Mark cheerfully walks in with a stack of colorful towels in his arms.  Clearly oblivious to the tension in the room.

“Here ya go!”  He hands the towels to me and a Coke to Daryl.  “Back to business then?”  Mark jokes.  Daryl grunts a reply and picks up his tool again, giving me the cold shoulder.  I hold a snarky comment back and turn to Mark.

“Thanks Mark.  I’ll get out of your way then.” I say the last part a bit harsher than I meant to, but It wasn’t directed towards Mark.

I rush out of there, and take a few seconds to breath.  I refuse to cry, this is going to be a good day.  I walk back to the house to see Rosie standing there in a blue, ruffled bathing suit, and Monty in green swim trunks.  He was holding onto a large dinosaur floatie, that looked more like the loch ness monster.  I beam at their cuteness, feeling better already.  I tell them to hold on while I go inside to finish putting the picnic things in a bag.  I was only gone a couple of minutes before I walk out to find them with white streaks all over their body.  In my absence they put sunblock on, badly may I add.  I laugh and help them rub it in.

You three make your way to the lake, completely oblivious to Daryl’s gaze, and his sad, hidden smile, as he watched you walk away.

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Crossbow Love - Chapter Three - The Conversation

The work was created, through collaboration @bladeroseocrp​ https://www.wattpad.com/user/BladeRose_18

Daryl sits on the steps smoking a cigarette, his arms are covered in grease from his motorcycle. He turns his head slightly when he hears footsteps behind him. "Did you get some sleep?" He asks. Blade looks down at him and shrugs her shoulders "I got some sleep" She says leaning against the post next to the stairs she looks out into the community seeing people walking by. Daryl hums a confirmation under his breath and takes a drag of his cigarette. She looks at the people looking at her, someone new to Alexandria. Someone who has stopped by the archer’s house for the first time. Blade lays her head on the post leaning against it. "Have you been sleeping, Daryl?" She asks as she is very curious about him and wants to know who he is. Who is Daryl Dixon?  “No," He mutters under his breath, "I took care of the motorcycle, finally got it fixed." He says as he looks at her and takes another look at her appearance. "I'm going hunting tomorrow morning, I'll be gone for a few hours." He says.

Blade looked at him and nodded "Okay cool...can I come with you?" She asks as she knows how to hunt and track, she has survived in the woods for 18 years. "If you don't mind," He says as he looks at her and she can see the merriment in his eyes. Blade smiles and giggles. "I would like to join you. Plus I want to help your group in any way I can. You might as well have two hunters there to find supplies and food." She says sitting down next to him on the step. "I am not being replaced." He says as he pokes her lightly with his shoulder. "It will be nice to hunt with someone when you rest, I will talk to Rick to get you permanently assigned to me if you want of course. I'm not forcing you to do anything..." He says. Daryl's tongue begins to wander senselessly. Blade smiles and pokes him lightly in the shoulder. "Of course I would like to hunt with you. I feel more comfortable when I'm around you. I know you say it's safe here, but I don't trust anyone but you right now. I don't want to stay behind these walls too long, I know I've been out there for years, but I don't want to forget how to survive." She says staring into his eyes, smiling.

Daryl nods slightly, his cheeks blushing and he hopes she doesn't notice it. "I'm glad you trust me." He says as he nods slightly. Daryl wants to ask about her past but knows he shouldn't, he compares her to a scared animal locked in a cage. Blade smiles poke him and look into his eyes. "Maybe on tomorrow's trip, we can get to know each other better." She says smiling. she needs to open up, she can't go on like this, she needs to share her life story with someone. "When we are outside the walls we will hunt, I need to feed Alexandria. I need to find meat." He says not taking his eyes off her. "We have to work out there. when we get back home we can talk." Blade says as she smiles and nods "I see." He says looking down, having his hands together in his lap. She needs to know who he is. "You said home," He says smiling slightly, "You mean you want to stay?" He asks her. Blade smiles and nods. "Yeah, I think I should stay and try," She says. Daryl nods shyly, puts out his cigarette, and crushes it with his foot. "Time for bed, we're leaving at dawn." He says as he stands up.

Blade doesn't know if she'll be able to sleep yet after dreaming a nightmare all night, but she has to at least try to sleep. Daryl gets up the stairs and moves towards the door. "If there's anything going on or if you need anything, I'm downstairs." He says. Blade nods, getting up and just looking around, wondering how this place stayed untouched. Daryl goes inside and heads to his basement. He sits down on his bed, slips his shoes off his feet, and drags himself hard. He hears the woman's quiet footsteps above him, smiles slightly to himself, and his hand automatically touches the cheek where she kissed him. Blade enters the house, looks around, pulls knives out of her backpack, and starts sharpening them for tomorrow. She sits down on the couch and sharpens them while she begins to think. Daryl settles down on the bed after taking off his pants and shirt, wraps the blanket around his waist, and stares at the ceiling. And finally, sleep comes to him. Blade starts thinking about Daryl and smiles, thinking about how he makes her smile and makes her feel safe and want to live. Sharpening her knives, she puts them down on the table and lies back on the couch. At the same time, Carol stands in the window of her house (across from Daryl) thinking about the new woman brought to Alexandria. She analyzes her appearance and the behavior she saw when she ran into Daryl. The fact that she is living with Daryl is a shock to her, though somewhere deep down she is glad to have met someone she gets along with. 

Blade gets up and walks around the house, looking for maybe something to tell her what Daryl has been through or who he is as a person. All she knows is that he is handsome, mysterious, caring, and sweet. The house is tidy, with no unnecessary items, several unfinished arrows lie on the coffee table. On the wall by the stairs leading to the second floor hangs several pictures drawn by a child. Blade sees the drawing and smiles, she sees the arrows and sits down at the counter and begins to finish making them for Daryl, She knows he would like more arrows for his crossbow. She actually feels like she is being helpful and useful for once in her life. 

Daryl wakes up as his dream turns into a nightmare, he rolls out of bed and wipes his face with his hand. Breathing heavily, he slides his feet to the ground and stares at the ground. Blade sits at the counter, she gets up to take a little break and grabs some ice-cold water, takes a sip, and sees the many arrows she has made. she grabs her crossbow and looks at it again. Daryl slips on a t-shirt and sweatpants, when he hears movement upstairs he moves upstairs. He meets Blade at the kitchen table, who is leaning with her shoulder against the door frame. "You were supposed to be sleeping." He says walking past her to the sink. Blade looks up at him and shakes her head. "I know I wasn't able to sleep after...never mind. I wanted to help you finish making the arrow and I need to make sure all my weapons are ready today. And I thought you were going to get some sleep?"She asks staring at him. "After what?" He asks as he turns to face her and leans his butt against the cabinets. He sips water from the glass he holds in his hand. Blade sighs and shrugs her shoulders. "It's just nightmares, that's all." She says simply, knowing that eventually, she has to stop hiding and just talk to the man. "I have them too." He mutters under his breath and sits down across from her.

He plays with the glass in his hand and stares at the edge of the table. He feels the woman's presence but doesn't raise his eyes, the subject of nightmares and his past has always been difficult for him. Blade looks him in the eyes and takes a sip of her water. "What are your nightmares about?" She asks. "The things I should forget." He says as he lifts his gaze and looks into her eyes "Something that is in the past and still haunts me" He snorts under his breath. Blade stares into his eyes and nods. "I have the same kind of nightmares. My past has haunted me forever" She says. "You can't let yourself be consumed by your past, I know it's hard. But it can be done" He says smiling reassuringly. 

Blade looks at him and wrinkles her brow. "Not if your first kills in this world were the people who you were supposed to trust and protect you, almost killing you every day," She says softly, looking down, holding her shoulders, and holding herself close. "Who hurt you?" He asks as he clenches his hands into fists. Blade notices his concern, knowing that no one has ever cared for her. "My parents were alcoholics and drug addicts, and I was born by accident," She says quietly, tearing up slightly.

Daryl clenches his eyes tight, breathes through his nose, and looks at her. He's reminded of his father, who didn't care about him and his brother, how it was when Merle went to prison. Blade looks up at him. "Daryl, are you okay?" She asks, extending her hand across the counter. Hopefully, her past is making him break free from his past. "Sorry," He says shaking his head, slightly tense at her touch. "People like your parents and people like my father should never have children." He says. Blade looks down and shrugs her shoulders. "I know why to have a child if all you're going to do is hurt them and torture them for life. I'm sorry I caused something for you, Daryl," She says looking down. "Hey," He says as he touches her hand. "It's not your fault your elders were fucked up, but they're gone now." He seeks her gaze. 

Blade looks down at his hand, doesn't flinch, and smiles slightly. "They were the first two people I killed when this apocalypse started." She says softly gazing into his eyes. Blade kept thinking back to that day, seeing them stoned and drunk to unconsciousness, not knowing what the world was like. She knew she had suffered their torment for far too long. She knew that her own father had raped her and her mother had thrown empty beer bottles at her. Daryl notices a change in her behavior, sees her approaching him. "Hey, why don't we take a walk around Alexandria, get some air." He says trying to get her attention. Blade looks up at him and smiles softly. "Sure, some fresh air would be nice." She says softly, hugging herself tightly knowing she could use a hug but never had the kindness or tenderness towards her. She only knows what it feels like to hug herself. "So come on." He says smiling at her.

He rises from his seat, reaching out to her and waiting for her to grab it so they can go outside. Blade smiles, grabs his hands and starts walking beside him to go outside. She blushes softly and looks up at the night sky breathing deeply. Daryl intertwined his fingers with hers and smiled to himself. He knows he has to be supportive of her and has to overcome his shyness with women. His body tenses slightly and he looks around, but luckily he doesn't see anyone. "In the house across the street, Carol lives with Tara and Denise. Denise is our doctor, we'll meet later at their place." He says as he looks at her. Blade looks at him and nods. "Look Daryl, I know I shouldn't hide anymore. But knowing my past, I don't think you would care or just abandon me. At least that's what I'm used to." She says holding his hand tightly, not wanting to let go because if she does, he might disappear like it was just a dream. 

Daryl stops and stands in front of her. "Blade, no one will ever leave you again, no one will ever hurt you again. I won't let that happen, do you understand? You are our family now, my group is your group now, and Alexandria is your home."  He says. Blade looks up into his eyes as she smiles and tears up, looking down as her hair covers her face. She felt so happy and relieved to finally have a group, an actually caring family that gives a shit about her, especially Daryl. "You don't have to fight alone anymore, give these people some time to get to know you, if something goes wrong you have to come to me right?" He says as he feels he has to protect the woman standing in front of him, that she deserves better than what the world has given her. Blade nods and looks into his eyes, tears streaming down her face, and embraces Daryl. The first positive human contact she's had in her life makes her feel better.

Daryl tenses under her embrace, not really knowing what to do with himself. He embraces her gently around the waist and presses her against his body, resting his head on hers and looking towards Carol's house. The curtain in the window is moving, Daryl's eyes already pausing to imagine in his head how Carol will catch up with him during the day. Blade covers her face with his chest, feeling her flinch, knowing that he isn't used to this kind of contact either, but she needs someone to hug her and tell her that everything is okay and that for once in her life it will be okay. This man saved her life. With each passing moment, his body relaxes. "Come on, let's take a walk." He says. Blade smiles and steps back then continues walking beside him with her arms crossed over her chest. "Thank you Daryl for being here for me. You practically saved me from myself," She says. "I'm not going to be your therapist." He says as he pokes her shoulder and smiles slightly "I'm not known for that around here." He says. Blade smiles and pokes him back. "I know, but you understand and you wouldn't judge me or say 'how does that make you feel’ bullshit.” She says. "Believe me you'll never hear that from me, I went through hell myself as a kid and I know what it means. I know how you feel, I know you need someone to be there for you, to listen to you, or to hug you. If you want the latter, I suggest you go to Tara or Carol, I'm not used to that," He says smiling shyly, his cheeks reddening slightly.

Blade smiles softly and looks at him sadly, knowing she prefers to talk to him and cuddle with him. I know he's not used to it, but he'd get used to it with her. Daryl took a deep breath and wondered for a long moment if he should tell her the truth. "I was nobody." He whispered and lowered his head. He had always been a nobody, in his town Dixon meant trash. Nobody ever mattered to them, Merle was still in jail as soon as he came of age. Blade looked at him and put her hand on his shoulder. "You're somebody now, Daryl. I may not know what your life was like before this world. You're somebody now." She says. He shakes his head negatively. "I was a nobody and I still am. From the very beginning, I hung out with my brother, who was no angel. The Dixons in my town were nobodies." He said, raising his head and looking up at the stars: "Now if it weren't for me bringing them food, I'd still be a nobody." He says. Blade furrowed her brow and looked at him, she placed her hand on his cheek and stared into his eyes. "Well, Daryl Dixon you are someone to me. You saved me and I'm glad you did. I would have never survived out there." She says holding his hand with her other hand. 

Daryl stares into her eyes, unable to take his eyes off of hers. He smiles softly and nods almost imperceptibly. "Thanks." Blade smiles and hugs him laying her head on his chest hearing his rapid heartbeat and giggles softly and blushes. "No Daryl, thank you," She says. Daryl moves closer to her and puts his arm around her, his hand resting on her waist. "And what were you doing before all this?" He asks her. Blade looks into his eyes, blushes, and shrugs her shoulders. "Same as you, Daryl Dixon. I ran away from home at seventeen. And that's when the apocalypse started." She says. Daryl hums quietly under his breath and smiles at her. He returns his gaze to the stars and tries to calm his heartbeat. He shouldn’t feel stressed around her, but he feels better every moment. He looks towards the gate when he hears the commotion on the guard, his body immediately tenses up.