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yanxidarlings · 1 year ago

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YANDERE TWD

REUNITED (yandere! big brother! merle dixon x male reader x yandere! big brother daryl dixon) (yandere! gareth x male reader) (rick grimes x male reader if you squint) NOTES: fair warning, this is some descriptive disturbing shit merle dixon counts as a warning on his own as well. this went in many directions i originally set out for yandere headcanons for the two, then got into the terminus arc, and ended with some pretty vague alluding to yandere. might write a part two)

imagine obsessive! possessive! big brothers! merle and daryl dixon. the dead begin to walk and they keep the darlin safe, meeting up with the atlanta camp. but the brothers won't let anyone get close to the darlin, not dale, not carl, certainly not shane or lori.

somehow, the darlin ends up going with glenn into the city on a supply run, only for it to go horribly wrong. the darlin insisted they head into a chemist to "look for medications" in case anyone in the camp needed them. but it was a lie. the darlin just wanted to find something to help merle with the inevitable withdrawal he'd go through once his supply of drugs ran out. the chemist is overrun by walkers but the darlin insists. "we can clear it!" they say to glenn "it'll be worth it for m- everyone" the korean gave the other a skeptical look. in the end, there was just too many, glenn thought he saw the darlin go down and reluctantly returned to camp.

"oi! shitface, you think you're a big boy now? can do whatever you want now everything's gon' to shit!" the raspy, harsh voice of merle dixon echoed through the camp. the redneck tramped over to the SUV glenn was parking. he remained silent as he turned the engine off. taking a deep breath, the young man exited the car, staring at the grass.

the older dixon stormed over, aggressively opening every door of the vehicle until he reached the boot. filled with supplies. "where the fuck is m/n" he growled, coming closer to the asian "he better be pullin up in another car" merle spat out. "i- it was" glenn stuttered out, looking like he was about to piss his pants "it wasn't my fault, m/n was being reckless, i had no cho-" CRACK glenn's face was soon bloodied and bruised, merle now on top of him, yelling out profanities as he beat the younger man. "merle!" the others quickly ran to pull the redneck off glenn.

"you fucking ch*ng-ch*ng bastard i'll rip-" merle was pried off glenn, who was now rolling around in agony, his face a bloody mess. "what the fuck happen'd" merle rasped out, although to glenn it sounded like a croak "where is he" merle was still being held back by t-dog and shane as he continued yelling. glenn avoided the rednecks furious gaze "the walkers got him" he finally spoke, looking down.

for a moment it looked like merle was about to cry, for a moment merle himself thought he was going to burst into tears like a sissy. "no he ain't" but instead he picked up his shotgun, and got into the drivers seat of the SUV.

that was how andrea, t-dog, jackie, glenn and morales ended up in the city. that was how merle got handcuffed to a roof by "officer friendly" and that was why daryl yelled in agony on that same roof. in the course of a day, he had lost the two most important people in his life.

but merle had survived by cutting off his left hand, and the darlin had survived by covering himself in walker guts.

"china- no- glenn- don't- help!" the h/c-et screamed, the sound of his own gun firing defeaning his ears. as one went down, another lunged at him, rotten teeth clanking together, desperately trying to knaw into his flesh. but he wouldn't die here. he couldn't. not when merle was 'relying' on him to get drugs. maybe then, the dixons would start to treat him as less of a clueless child and more of an equal.

after taking down a few, m/n jumped behind the counter, rummaging through the medications, looking for anything that might help with the withdrawal, or better, give merle his next fix. more of the dead came at him, but he just kept shooting, stabbing, hitting, anything to cause the fatal damage needed to end the dead's miserable 'life'.

BANG one was down BANG another BANG BANG BANG .. the slide didn't move forward as he shot his way through another round. shit. he was out of ammo "glenn!" he yelled out as a walker fell on top of him, wrestling it's way closer to his skin. all the korean could hear was m/n's screaming. which only attracted more walkers. he saw the medicine that m/n had thrown over the counter before going down, stuffing it into his bag, he creeped up closer to the group of walkers that had acculumated, following the sound of m/n's scream. until it stopped. "m/n?" he uttered under his breath, but the pile of walkers on top of each other told him the other was dead. with tears in his eyes, glenn ran out.

m/n struggled against the strength of the walker. it was freshly turned, he could tell. otherwise it wouldn't be so strong. kicking, punching, reaching for his knife, anything to save himself from becoming one of them. plunging his blade into the side of the walkers head, he quickly slit the once-man's throat. covering his face in the blood. before moving down to the abdomen. cutting it open, letting the walkers rotting insides pour out all over him, the ones that had piled on top soon couldn't distinguish the smell of living flesh from rotting blood.

he went silent, breathing shallowly, hoping, praying, they'd move off him and he could silently slip out. but when he was finally free of the chemist, glenn, the supplies they had gathered, and the SUV were gone.

he walked the dead-ridden streets of the once bustling city, covered in blood, hidden in plain sight. he kept walking (which then turned into a limp after getting hit in the ankle by a flying bullet) becoming weaker with each step, hoping to make his way back to camp. only to come to the end of the trainline leading into suburban atlanta. TERMINUS the building read "those who arrive survive" he heard a feminine voice call out from the speakers. maybe they have gauze. he glanced down at his leg, the sleeve of his shirt he had tied around it now dyed red.

"community for all; sanctuary for all" he saw a young man- perhaps just a little older than m/n was, staring down at him from the window. something felt amiss, off, but m/n had lost so much blood he didn't care. he stumbled towards the train station, stopping and starting as he debated his decision.

daryl, merle.. they'll be wondering he thought to himself, stopping for the 5th time, but i won't make it back he began walking again but they'll be looking for me he stopped, nearly tripping but the sudden lack of motion if i found this place they'll find it too he picked up the pace again, frantically moving towards the gates but- as he stopped himself once more, he finally tripped over. right onto the walker trap the train people had set up. his left ribcage was pierced by the sharp metal pole sticking out of the ground, causing the h/c-et to let out a loud screech.

before he knew it people had come out, the same man that had stared at him through the window moments earlier put his hand on the wound, causing m/n to flinch "we're you trying to get yourself killed?" the man mused, seemingly unphased by the active bleeding out that was happening in front of him. the man spoke more words that were muffled as m/n fell out of consciousness.

it was pitch black when he opened his eyes. not a shred of light to allude to the location. pitch black. m/n's hands brushed her his torso, feeling the gauze that was tightly wrapped around his chest. it all came back to him. the chemist, the walkers, glenn, the train people. he shifted his arms, feeling the thin material he was lated on, and the cold metal it covered. attempting to hoist himself up, pain shot through his body.

letting out a groan, he laid back down, closing his eyes. is this death. it certainly felt like it. the nothingness, the pain, it was all he had ever imagined death to be like. what felt like hours passed, the nothingness was almost comforting, how long had it been since he could lay like this and do nothing with no worries. it was all ended when the creaking of the door signaled to m/n that he was not in-fact dead.

the sudden brightness was blinding "you awake?" a masculine voice spoke. m/n's eyes began burning from the light, "i guess" he replied quietly, his eyes closing. "good" the male put down a plate next to where m/n laid "eat up. i know this isn't the warmest welcome, i would have liked to show you around first" the man chuckled, leaning down, seemingly to get a good look at m/n.

the man- who introduced himself as gareth, began speaking about the community- terminus. that they did whatever they had to for survival, that m/n would have to prove himself loyal if he wanted to become apart of the community. he wasn't sure how to tell this gareth guy that he was leaving as soon as possible to find his group.

the discussion started off normal as m/n finished his food, until gareth started talking about how lonely he was, as the leader of this terminus community. it only got creepier as gareth started to call m/n pretty boy, edging closer to him. m/n doesn't want to know what would have happened if that middld aged lady (gareth's mother), hadn't called the man away.

it quickly became evident to m/n that he was never going to leave. gareth locked him in the pitch black train car for hours on end, opening the door when there were armed men to prevent m/n from trying anything. gareth would sit with him and talk, running his hands over the male's body, stealing kisses, it was a reprehensive routine m/n had become forcibly accustomed to.

it all changed the day the hunters attacked. m/n was in his train car, as usual, listening to the outside screams, wondering if the attackers were dead or alive. he knew they were alive when one pried open the train car door, and threw them self on him. he was then thrown into a cramped train car with other terminus residents, where the hunters hand picked who to assault and slaughter each day. he and gareth spent their days huddled up together, talking about their lives before. had m/n not accepted the hunters offer to leave the train car if he worked for them, gareth wouldn't have lost his mind. but m/n was desperate to get away. from the train car. from terminus. to find his family.

but the hunters caught him trying to leave. they did their absolute worst to him and then threw him back in. when the termites took back terminus, gareth locked the leader of the hunters and m/n into the same train car. "this is what you deserve" he told him, before locking the door shut.

perhaps it was years, perhaps it was months, maybe it was only a few hours. the horrors of the train car began to unfold, as the man who had once led the attack on terminus lost his mind: pouncing on m/n at random, screaming for hours straight, trying to eat m/n alive when they'd be deprived of food, ripping his ear off in hungered insanity. as m/n laid there bleeding from his ear, he decided either i escape or i die. had running worked before? no. was he willing to die trying? not really, but a man would do anything for freedom, and that's what m/n did.

the hunter had fallen asleep, a fatal mistake, as m/n wrapped his hands around the mans unshaven neck and squeezed. within second the man awoke but m/n was relentless, not letting go until the other went limp. i just have to wait now he cried to himself, hands shaking. calming, he began to strip the man of his clothes and use the fabric to restrain his limbs.

waiting for the termites to open the door with the meal made of human flesh felt like an eternity. the familiar sound of metal scratching and creaking filled m/n's ear, who quickly sprung into action.

grabbing the reanimated hunter by the hair, he guided it in the direction of the door, throwing it towards the woman holding their plates. she screeched as the hunters corpse sank it's teeth into her flesh, blood pouring from the wound.

m/n grabbed the woman's gun and bolted as the nearby workers aimed their guns at the walker, taking it down swiftly, but m/n had already gotten out of the train car. hiding behind what once was his cage, he shot at every person who came into view. eventually making his way to the fence, through the woods, he didn't stop running until the sound of gunshots stopped entirely. even then, he kept running. he ran for what felt like hours until his lungs couldn't take it anymore. collapsing onto the dirt, heaving in and out.

woodbury had fallen, it's entire population now living in the prison nearby. rick had relinquished his leadership, insisting the prison be governed by a council. he often went on runs by himself, to get away from it all, to look back on his actions, to find lost survivors. it wasn't everyday rick grimes came across a twenty something perhaps younger male covered in blood, breathing like he had never tasted air before. well, usually the young men were walkers. but this one was very much alive.

"please don't" the male groaned out, eyes wide, as rick approached with a knife. "who are you" he drawled out, kneeling down to get a good look at the other. the young males face was bruised, his hair covered in blood, an ear was missing, and the male was emaciated. "uh" the male seemed to have to think about it, as if he hadn't spoken to another human in years "m/n" he finally puffed out, bringing his hand up to his head, where the left ear once was.

rick's hands brushed m/n hair out of his face, causing the male to flinch away "how many walkers have you killed" the older man finally asked after several moments of silence. m/n just stared at him, as if to say he hadn't been keeping track "how many people have you killed" still, the same look. "water" "what" rick narrowed his eyes. m/n used his free hand to shakily point to the man's bag, where a bottle of water was latched on to the side.

rick was silent as m/n chugged the water down "do you have anything sweet?" "no i don't" "oh" something about the boy felt familiar. didn't glenn mention originally going into atlanta to find a boy with a similar description? maybe it was just that the male reminded him of his own boy in a way, or maybe he had already developed a fondness for m/n. "i have a camp" rick looked m/n in the eye "we have walls, food, a community, a doctor that can look at your wound" he added.

the h/c-et shook his head "not again" rick furrowed his brows "what" the boy started to pick himself up "i gotta, um" he started feeling around the ground for his gun, "gotta go" he finished as he felt the handle of the gun. stuffing the weapon into his belt, he stood up, using a tree as a crutch. "c'mon kid, you're going to die out here" rick leaned forward and took the gun out of the others hand "no im not! give it!" m/n lunged forward, only to awkwardly fall into rick's chest, sinking down back to the ground.

"you've got two bullets left" m/n looked up at rick with a glare "either you come back to my camp with me or i just wasted my water on a dead man" m/n held his glare until the sun got into his eyes. "whatever" he looked down, hoisting himself back to his feet with the help of rick's hand.

daryl squinted his eyes as the evening sun glared down, merle had stolen his motorcycle. again. the older dixon was always going off on fun runs without informing anyone beforehand. perhaps because the redneck had never really been accepted into the group like daryl was.

taking another bite of his pork chop, daryl grunted at carol who told him to go in and get some rest. but why would he want to rest when all he could think of when his mind was unoccupied was his baby brother, the boy he had pretty much raised, who was now probably a rotting corpse in atlanta. but daryl still held out hope that m/n had gotten out, that he was safe, that he would find him oneday. this was why he never rested, these thoughts would creep up in the younger dixons head.

the sound of his motorcycle rumbling told him that merle was back. the older dixon sauntered over to daryl, a cigarette sat between his thin lips, "look what you're big brother merle got you, darylina" he pulled a pack of cigarettes out his pocket, sliding it into daryls pocket. daryl said nothing, staring into the distance; was that rick? the figure was too far away to discern.

"dad!" carl called out, jogging down. "look what i- m/n?" the young grimes exclaimed as he came closer to the pair. rick carried the half-conscious boy through the gates "you know this guy?" rick looked at carl, who flicked the hair out of m/n's face to get a better look "he was with us back in atlanta, we thought he died on a run"

daryl's heart stopped, did he hear carl right? they were pretty far away. standing up, he threw the pork bone aside and marched towards the two- three. when he finally came close enough to see the persons face, he had to stop himself from tearing up in front of carl and rick "m/n" he uttered out quietly. the father and son came to a halt as he approached "you knew this guy back in atlanta" rick nodded at daryl "'course i did. he's my brother" daryl was quick to take m/n off rick. he wanted to cut the mans arms off just for touching his precious brother.

daryl rushed m/n into the prison, settling him in his cell, "go get hershel" he told carol, who looked just as perplexed as merle did as he walked into the cell. "m/n!? i thought you was dead" he breathed out, shoving daryl out the way, who was quick to push back, both wanting to be as close to their younger brother as possible "where'd you find him" merle looked over at rick, who was standing out front the cell "in the woods, looked like he'd been running"

rick moved aside as hershel came in, merle reluctantly stood up as hershel sat to access m/n's condition. "he's lost a lot of blood" hershel examined the ear hole where the flesh and muscle had been ripped from "we should have bob look at him, but from what i can see he needs bandaging and antibiotics" daryl grunted "i ain't letting no stranger touch him" he ushered hershel away, taking m/n's hand in his own "i found antibiotics on last weeks run, that gon' be enough" merle looked over at the old man, who nodded "we'll have to see how he reacts"

neither daryl or merle left m/n's side whilst waiting for the antibiotics to kick in. it was strange. no one in the prison had ever seen either of them so worried for or attached to someone. but for the six days and nights m/n spent unconscious, his body fighting off the infection from his wounds, recovering from the months of maltreatment.

when m/n finally opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings, daryl was leaned against the wall at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on the boys face "sleep well?" was the first thing he said after the two had stared at each other for what felt like an eternity "yeah" m/n spoke softly.

"i should have never gone hunting that day" "am i dead" the two spoke in unison. daryl breathed out "no, never gon' let that happen" he shuffled closer, laying down next to the youngest dixon.

daryl stared at m/n intensely, until merle was roused from his sleep "m/n, i told you not to go out of my sight" he grumbled, sitting forward. m/n looked up at the metal frame of the top bunk "i just wanted to get you some narcan" merle stared at him, blinking away tears "didn' have to risk your life for it" he pursed his lips "i ain't worth you dyin'" he added quietly, sitting back, his eyes not leaving m/n's.

the room went silent for a moment "maybe not, but you're my brother" m/n closed his eyes for a moment "do you guys have pop or candy here?" he questioned hopefully. merle let out a chuckle "i found a can on my run today" he chuckled out, before going quiet "i chugged it on the spot"

"you piece of shit!"

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A Fragile Trust

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Daryl Dixon x Fem!Teen!Reader (Platonic)

Word count: 2113

Warnings: Family dying, panic attack, should be it

Y/N: Your Name

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*Daryl’s POV*

The woods were quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves and the soft panting of Dog as he trotted beside me. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, a telltale sign of recent rain. I moved with practiced ease, my crossbow slung over my back, eyes sharp as I scanned the trees for any signs of danger. I hadn’t planned to be out this long, but the last few stops had turned up nothing.

Dog suddenly perked up, ears twitching as he sniffed the air. A low whine escaped him, and I slowed my pace, gripping my crossbow tighter.

“What is it, boy?” I muttered.

Dog trotted ahead, leading me toward a small clearing. As I stepped through the brush, my sharp eyes landed on a figure curled up near the base of a tree. It was a girl- young, maybe nineteen, her frame shaking violently as she gasped for air. I frowned, slinging my crossbow over my shoulder as I cautiously approached.

“Hey.” I called out gruffly, not wanting to startle her.

She didn’t respond, didn’t even look up. Her hands gripped at her chest like she was trying to hold herself together, her breathing erratic, eyes wide but unfocused. A panic attack. I had seen it before. Hell, I’d felt it before. I crouched in front of her, keeping my voice low but firm.

“It’s okay, just breathe.”

Her eyes flickered to me, but the panic didn’t lessen. She shook her head, her whole body trembling. Dog whined again before stepping forward, pressing his body against the girl’s legs before settling into her lap. The warmth of him must’ve helped because, after a moment, she shakily lifted a hand and started stroking his fur. Her breathing was still rough, but it wasn’t as erratic as before. I watched as Dog did his thing, grounding her in a way no words could. I exhaled, then tried again.

“What’s your name?”

The girl swallowed hard before answering, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Y/N.”

I gave a small nod. “Alright, Y/N. What happened?”

She hesitated, her fingers tightening in Dog’s fur. A fresh wave of emotion surged through her, but she managed to force the words out.

“M-My family… they’re gone.” Her voice broke, her eyes welling with fresh tears.

“I tried- I tried to help them, but… I couldn’t-” Her breathing hitched again, but Dog nuzzled into her, and she clung to him like a lifeline. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I wasn’t good at this shit. I wasn’t the type to spout comforting words or promise things would be okay. But I knew what loss felt like. I knew what it was like to be alone.

“Listen…” I said, my voice gruff but steady. “Ain’t nothin’ you could’ve done.” I looked at her, waiting for her to meet my eyes. When she finally did, I held her gaze.

“I know it don’t feel like it now, but you ain’t alone. Not right now.”

She sniffled, still petting Dog. “What do I do now?”

I shifted, glancing around before looking back at her. “You come with me.” I said simply.

“Ain’t safe out here on your own.”

Y/N hesitated, searching my face like she was trying to decide if she could trust me. But Dog hadn’t left her side.

After a long moment, she nodded. “Okay.”

I stood, offering her a hand. She took it, and I pulled her to her feet.

“C’mon.” I said. “We’ll figure it out.”

We walked in silence for a while, Y/N staying close to me, her arms crossed tightly around herself like she was afraid she’d fall apart if she let go. Dog kept pace beside her, his ears flicking every so often as he kept watch. I glanced over at her every now and then, watching the way her fingers absently twisted in Dog’s fur. She was still shaking, but not as badly as before.

It wasn’t long before Alexandria’s walls came into view. The sun was starting to set, casting an orange glow over the place, making it seem damn near peaceful. But I knew better. The world ain’t been peaceful for a long time.

As we approached the gate, I let out a sharp whistle. The lookout spotted us immediately, and the gates started creaking open. I felt Y/N tense beside me.

“It’s alright.” I muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. “They’re good people.”

She didn’t respond, just clung tighter to Dog.

Once we stepped inside, a few familiar faces turned our way. Carol was the first to spot us, her sharp eyes flickering between me and the girl at my side. Then came Aaron and a few others. They were all eyeing Y/N curiously, some whispering to each other.

“What’s this?” Carol asked, stepping closer.

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Found her in the woods.” I said simply.

“She was alone.”

Y/N pressed closer to my side, gripping Dog’s fur. I could feel the weight of her stare, but I didn’t pull away.

“She ain’t safe out there on her own.” I continued. “Figured she’d be better off here.”

Aaron frowned, eyes flickering to Y/N before landing back on me.

“You okay with this?”

I gave him a look. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He shrugged. “Just not used to seeing you bring people in. Especially ones that won’t let go of you.”

I scowled, shifting uncomfortably. It was true, I wasn’t usually the one dragging in strangers. But something about this girl… it was different.

“She alright?” Carol asked, lowering her voice.

I exhaled through my nose. “Dunno.” I admitted. “She was havin’ a panic attack when I found her. Barely got a word out of her.” I glanced down at Y/N, watching as she stayed half-hidden behind me.

“She lost her family.”

Carol’s face softened. “Poor thing.”

“Yeah.” I adjusted my crossbow strap. “She’s stayin’ at my place for now. Just ‘til she gets settled.” That got a few raised eyebrows.

“You sure?” Aaron asked, giving me a knowing look.

I huffed. “Ain’t like I got roommates.”

Carol gave a small smile, but she didn’t push. “Alright, Daryl, just… make sure she’s okay.”

I grunted in response and turned back to Y/N. “C’mon.” I said, jerking my head toward the houses. She hesitated, then followed without a word, Dog trotting beside her like a damn shadow.

Once we reached my place, I pushed the door open and stepped aside to let her in. She hesitated in the doorway, looking uncertain, like she wasn’t sure she was allowed.

“It’s fine.” I said. “Ain’t much, but it’s safe.”

She finally stepped inside, her eyes darting around the room. It wasn’t much, just a small space with a couch, a table, and a bed in the other room. Dog immediately plopped down near the couch, watching her. I walked over to a shield and grabbed an extra blanket, tossing it onto the couch.

“You can take the bed.” I said. “I don’t use it much anyway.”

She finally looked at me, surprised. “Are you sure?”

I shrugged. “Yeah.”

She hesitated, then nodded, wrapping her arms around herself again. I exhaled, shifting awkwardly.

“I gotta go talk to the others. Let ‘em know what’s what.” I nodded toward Dog.

“He’ll stay with ya.”

At that, she relaxed just a little. She glanced down at Dog, running a hand through his fur. I lingered for a second longer, then turned and headed for the door. Before stepping out, I glanced over my shoulder.

“Get some rest.” I said.

She didn’t say anything, just gave a small nod. With that, I stepped outside, shutting the door behind me. Carol and Aaron were still by the gate when I found them.

“She settled in?” Carol asked.

“As much as she can be.” I muttered.

Aaron crossed his arms. “You get anything out of her?”

I shook my head. “No much. Just that she lost her family. She was too shaken up to say more.”

Carol frowned. “Poor kid.”

“Yeah.” I let out a slow breath, rubbing my jaw. “I dunno how to deal with this shit.”

Carol smirked a little. “And yet, you brought her in.”

I shot her a look. “She was alone. What was I supposed to do?”

Carol’s expression softened. “I think you did the right thing.”

Aaron nodded. “We’ll make sure she’s safe here. Just let us know what she needs.”

I grunted in acknowledgment, then turned to head back to my place. I wasn’t good at this kind of thing. But one way or another, I’d figure it out.

Rick, Michonne, Carl, Tara, Glenn, and Maggie approached us. I sighed, rubbing my face. I knew this was coming.

Rick crossed his arms. “Daryl, heard you brought someone in. Did you ask her the questions?”

I exhaled sharply. “No. She just lost her family, man. She was havin’ a panic attack when I found her. Couldn’t get much outta her. She just seems scared.”

Rick’s face remained unreadable. “We gotta talk to her.”

“I figured.” I shifted my weight. “She don’t seem too strong right now, though. She’ll probably panic again.”

Carol smacked my arm. “She just lost her family, Daryl. Give her a little time.”

Rick sighed. “What id she’s lyin’”

I frowned. “Don’t think she is. Just scared outta her damn mind.”

Michonne watched me carefully before speaking. “Even if she’s telling the truth, we still need to know who she is and where she came from.”

I knew they were right, but that didn’t mean I liked it. I exhaled sharply, turning toward the house. “Alright, I’ll get her.”

I walked in to find Y/N sitting on the couch, Dog curled up beside her. Her arms were wrapped around herself, fingers gripping the fabric of her sleeves. She looked up as I entered, her expression wary.

“Hey.” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “Rick wants to talk to ya. Ask some questions.”

Her face paled slightly, her breathing picking up. “Did I… Did I do something wrong?”

“Nah.” I assured her quickly. “Just protocol. They ask everyone.”

She swallowed, her fingers tightening around her sleeves. “I-I don’t-”

“It’s alright.” I said, kneeling slightly to her level. “I’ll be there. And Dog too.”

At the mention of his name, Dog lifted his head, his tail wagging slightly. Y/N hesitated before nodding slowly. “Okay.”

I helped her up, and she followed me outside, Dog sticking close to her. The others watched as we approached, Rick’s sharp eyes assessing her.

“Inside.” Rick instructed, leading us into the big house.

Once inside, we settled in the living room. Y/N sat stiffly in a chair, Dog pressing against her legs, offering silent support. I stood off to the side, arms crossed.

Rick sat across from her, his voice calm but firm. “We ask everyone these questions when they come in. Just answer them honestly, alright?” She nodded quickly, her hands trembling.

“How many walkers have you killed?”

She hesitated, her breathing shallow. “I-I don’t know. Maybe… ten? Maybe more?”

Rick gave her a small nod. “How many people have you killed?”

Her eyes widened. “None.”

“Why?”

She swallowed hard. “I-I never had to. I ran. My family handled it, but now they’re gone.” Her voice wavered, her body shaking. I could see she was on the verge of another panic attack.

“Rick-”

He held up a hand but softened his tone. “Just one more. How did you survive this long?”

Y/N closed her eyes briefly, gripping Dog’s fur for comfort. “My family kept me safe. We moved a lot, and avoided big groups. But then we got caught in a herd. I-I ran. I didn’t have a choice.” Her breathing hitched, panic taking over.

Dog whined and nudged her hand, licking her fingers. She gasped, her chest rising and falling rapidly, but she focused on Dog. Her fingers tangled in his fur, grounding her. Slowly, her breathing evened out.

Rick watched the interaction before nodding slightly. “Alright. That’s all.”

Y/N swallowed hard, still gripping Dog.

I stepped forward. “She good?”

Rick exchanged a glance with Michonne before looking back at Y/N.

“Yeah. She’s good.”

I nodded before turning to Y/N. “Come on. Let’s get ya back.”

She stood shakily, her hands never leaving Dog’s fur. I guided her outside, the others watching as she went. As we walked back to my place, she whispered.

“Thank you.”

I just grunted, but a small part of me felt lighter. She wasn’t alone anymore.

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dixons-sunshine · 1 year ago

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you most definitely can decline if you have too much on your plate/you don’t want to, but could i request platonic dad!daryl and daughter!reader? where they get separated when the prison falls (reader was on her own and then met with the group at terminus). After the events at Terminus they finally get a chance to hug and spend time together and reader is crying and ranting about how she was so scared and she wishes she could be strong like Daryl, and Daryl lets her in on his own worries and comforts her? i was thinking reader is like early teens (14-15)

again feel free to decline if you want! 🧡

His Little Girl—Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader

*GIF isn't mine.*

Summary: After Terminus, you finally reunited with your father. While he was busy bandaging your arm after an injury you sustained, you let all your emotions out. Daryl, in a rare moment, shared his own feelings with you.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Post Terminus.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of near death experiences.

Word count: 1.2k.

A/n: Had to throw in a little bit of overprotective Dad!Daryl at the end. I hope you like this!

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You winced in pain when your father poured alcohol over your open wound. Your hand instinctively jerked back, the long gash on your arm burning with the fire of a thousand suns. You scrunched your face in pain, closing your eyes against the pain.

“M'sorry, Bean,” Daryl apologized, pulling the bottle away and placing it on the ground. He reached into his bag and grabbed a bandage he had managed to find in some abandoned house, and he started wrapping it around the gnarly wound. “Jus' try and hold still, alrigh'? This'll be over sooner if ya do.”

“Okay,” you whispered, opening your eyes and looking at your father's face. His face betrayed no emotions; he simply focused on bandaging your arm, his usual stoic expression on his face. He showed no ounce of fear, nothing to show that he thought he was going to die. That made you kind of envious. “How do you do it?”

Daryl halted his movements with the bandage, his blue eyes flicking up to meet your gaze. “M'guessin' yer not talkin' 'bout bandagin' someone's arm, are ya?”

You shook your head. “No, I'm not,” you replied in a broken whisper.

“Talk to me, Bean,” Daryl urged you, slowly resuming with the task of bandaging your arm. “Wha's on yer mind?”

You stayed silent for a moment, your eyes straying to the rest of the group. The only thing you could see in the dark was the light that the campfire emitted. The group was seated around the fire, a couple of them laying down to catch some sleep while a couple of others stayed up, mindlessly staring into the fire while others were keeping a cautious eyes on the tree line, trying to see if walkers or the survivors of Terminus were going to attack.

Shifting your attention back to your father, you swallowed deeply, trying to will the lump in your throat to go away. “How are you so brave?”

Daryl frowned in confusion. “Wha'?”

“How are you so brave?” you repeated, diverting your eyes to the ground. “You're not afraid of anything. You weren't scared when the camp at the quarry got overrun. You weren't scared at the CDC. When the farm fell, and then the prison, Terminus... You weren't scared at all. I was. I still am. When the prison fell, I escaped with someone, but he didn't make it long. The walkers got to him. Then I was alone, and I was so scared. I thought I was gonna die out there, alone, without knowing whether or not everyone was alive or not. Then I saw the Terminus maps, and I managed to find my way there, but everything quickly went to crap. I got thrown into that train cart, and I thought I was gonna be killed, but there you were. You were alive and you all had a plan to get out. It was a close call, and I almost got killed, but we got out. Through all of that, you weren't scared. You're so brave, and I'm not. I'm not.”

Daryl tightened the bandage around your arm before he withdrew his hands. He stayed silent for a few moments before he sighed, shaking his head.

“Ya ain't got no idea how wrong ya are,” he started, chuckling slightly at the way you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion—a trait you had inherited from him. “Bean, I was real fuckin' scared. All those times ya mentioned, I was terrified. I jus' put on a brave face fer ya 'cause I know ya needed me to be. When I saw the walkers back at the quarry camp, and I couldn't find ya immediately, I thought the walkers got ya. At the CDC, when tha' asshole wouldn't unlock the door, I thought we were gon' get blown up. I thought tha' my twelve year old lil' girl was gon' die, and there wasn't anythin' I could do to stop it. With the farm and now the prison, I thought ya didn't make it out. I spent the whole time wonderin' if ya were alive. I thought—I thought tha' ya were dead. I was so scared, Bean. I ain't ever been as scared like I was when the prison fell. I felt broken, empty. And then I found ya, but those psychopaths almost killed ya in front of me. I jus'... I can't lose ya. Yer my baby girl, even if yer already fourteen years old. I'd rather die than lose ya again.”

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him, sniffling as Daryl wrapped his arms around you tightly. He pressed a kiss to your temple and slightly rocked you from side to side, just like he used to do when you were younger and had just woken up from a nightmare. Being in your father's embrace made you feel safe, like nothing could ever hurt you again. You wished you could always feel that way.

“I love you, Dad,” you whispered softly.

“Love ya too, Bean. More than ya know.” Daryl soon pulled back from the hug and gave you a small smile, and nudged his head in the direction of the campfire. “C'mon, let's head back. Ya need somethin' to eat.”

You nodded and got up, following behind your father as you walked back to the rest of the group. You settled down beside Carl while Daryl sat down next to Rick.

Carl sent you a small smile, nervously fiddling with his hands. “Hey, Y/n. How's your arm?”

You smiled at him and shrugged. “I'll live. I've had worse.”

“Yeah, and yet you're still alive,” Carl replied, still nervously fidgeting with his hands. “You're a badass.”

“Thanks, Carl,” you thanked him. Noticing his fidgeting, but mistaking his nerves for coldness, you grabbed one of his hands and held it in your own. “Here, let me warm your hands for you. My hands are like a furnace.”

You missed the way Carl ducked his head, a blush spreading across his face but he smiled in silent glee. “Yeah, okay.”

As you and Carl silently conversed to yourselves, with Carl staring at you in awe, Daryl watched the two of you closely. His glare rested on his best friend's son and the way he held your hand, and Daryl couldn't help the surge of overprotectiveness that flooded his body. He visibly stiffened, catching Rick's attention.

Rick followed his line of sight and chuckled at what he saw. “Look at that. Young love, huh?”

Daryl glared at Rick. “Yer son better keep his hands off'a her. They're too young to be thinkin'a tha'.”

“Do what you want, Daryl, but if they wanna be together, they're gonna find a way, despite your rules.”

Well, Daryl thought, then he'd just have to bestow the fear of god into the young boy, and make sure that if he ever hurt you, his little girl, walkers would be the least of his problems.

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oldermenaremyreligion · 27 days ago

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Hunting Horrors Pt.1

PAIRING Uncle!Daryl x Child!Reader

WARNING forced killing (not from Daryl), blood!!!, angst, death of an animal, MERLE (it’s a warning as it is), cursing

SUMMARY Going out hunting with Merle doesn’t go as you would expect it

NOTES wrote this based heavily on a short story I wrote back when I was in high school. If you want to read the original short story it’s in my Wattpad which I think I have linked.

WORD COUNT 1285

PARTS Part 1 — Part 2

The world had ended quietly. Not with fire or thunder—but with the silence that came after the screaming stopped.

You used to know what day of the week it was. Home, school, ballet practice—then again. Your life was routine, predictable. Clean tights, warm dinners. Your uncle Daryl tried to keep it that way for as long as he could, even after the outbreak. He did what he could to shield you from the worst of it.

But your dad? Merle never tried to shield you from anything. And now, without drugs or booze to fog his mind, he was mean in a way that cut sharper than a knife.

It was just another stale morning at camp. Glenn and his crew had gone out on a run—probably raiding pharmacies and corner stores, if anything was left. The women stayed behind, busy with cooking, watching the kids, and keeping the fire going. The air smelled like smoke, sweat, and dried blood.

You were playing tag with Carl and Sophia near the edge of the camp—your laughter the only sound that didn’t feel borrowed from another life—when you heard Merle’s voice.

“Hey! C’mere!”

You stopped mid-run, breath hitching in your chest.

“Time out!” you called to Carl and Sophia before jogging over.

Merle stood near a tree, arms crossed, a half-used cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His face was worn leather—creased, sunburned, unshaved. But his eyes, always sharp, locked onto you.

“You remember askin’ me to teach you how to hunt?” he asked, crouching down to your eye level.

You nodded. “Yeah…”

“Well, let’s go then.”

Your eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Go get your knife.”

He stood up and clapped a heavy hand on your shoulder before turning toward the woods. You bolted to the tents, grabbed your small blade, and sprinted after him, excitement bubbling in your chest.

You wanted him to see you. Not just look at you—but see you. Maybe this was your shot.

The woods swallowed you both quickly—branches creaked, birds scattered, and the dry leaves underfoot cracked like old bones. Neither of you said a word. You stayed close, heart thudding in time with your footsteps.

After a while, you heard a soft rustle up ahead. You froze. There, just beyond a fallen log, was a rabbit. Small. White. Almost glowing in the shadows.

Your breath caught. It looked just like the one you used to keep in a cage on your porch—before the world got ugly.

You knelt down slowly, reaching out. The rabbit twitched its nose and crept closer.

Then—thwip!

A blade sang past your face. It buried itself into the rabbit’s side with a sickening thunk. Blood spilled like ink.

You gasped, stumbling back. “No!” you whispered.

The rabbit writhed, kicking weakly. You fell to your knees, hands shaking, and tried to soothe it. “Shhh… shhh… it’s okay, it’s okay…”

“What the fuck are you doin’?” Merle barked behind you.

You looked back at him, eyes wide and wet. “Why’d you do that?”

“It’s a rabbit,” he scoffed. “Not your goddamn friend.”

You turned back to the rabbit, whispering softly, trying to make it stop twitching.

Merle crouched beside you again. “You wanted to learn, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t mean like this…”

“Kill it,” he said flatly.

Your breath hitched. “What?”

He nodded toward the struggling animal. “You wanna eat, you gotta learn. Kill it.”

“I… I just wanted to watch, I don’t—”

“Kill. Him.” His voice was like gravel, low and cold.

You reached toward the knife stuck in the rabbit’s side.

“No.” He grabbed your wrist. “With your knife.”

“Why?”

No answer. Just the weight of his stare as he yanked your knife from your belt and forced it into your palm.

“Go on. Do it.”

You hesitated. “Dad, I don’t want to…”

Merle’s lip curled into a sneer. “What’s the matter? You a pussy now?”

Your throat tightened. “What?”

“Pussy can’t even finish off a rabbit,” he muttered. “Figures.”

“Dad, please…”

He’d had enough. Without warning, he grabbed your wrist, twisted it, and drove the blade down—hard. You screamed as the knife sank into the rabbit’s neck. Blood soaked your hands.

It stopped moving.

You scrambled backward, stumbling to your feet. Your breath came in ragged gasps. You stared at him like he was a monster.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you choked out, tears burning hot down your cheeks.

Merle just lit another cigarette. “World’s gone to shit, kid. You better toughen up.”

You didn’t wait. You turned and ran.

Branches tore at your arms as you sprinted back toward camp. The taste of blood—iron and sick—was thick in your throat.

Then—wham. You collided with something solid and dropped hard onto your backside.

“Whoa—hey, hey,” a voice said, gruff but calm. “You alright?”

You looked up. Daryl.

He knelt down fast, hands on your shoulders. “What the hell’re you doin’ out here by yourself?”

You couldn’t answer. You just stared at your hands—sticky, stained red. Then back at him.

“I didn’t wanna kill it,” you sobbed. “He made me.”

Daryl’s jaw tensed. He looked down at the blood, then back at you.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just let you cry.

Finally, he cupped your hands and forced you to look at him.

“Hey. Look at me.” His voice was quieter now.

You did, eyes wide, face streaked with tears and dirt.

“I, uh… I found some of them berries you like,” he said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Why don’t we get you cleaned up, huh? Then we’ll eat ’em.”

You sniffled, nodding.

Daryl stood and gently took your hand.

He didn’t say it, but his jaw clenched a little tighter as he led you back to camp.

Later, he’d have a real talk with Merle.

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jellxzy · 1 year ago

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incorrect quotes || twd

carl: the two of you would totally be the ghostfaces. he says to you and daryl

you and daryl: you'd do the killing.

you: why me? you're more deadly.

daryl: but I always do the killing, lemme do the calls.

you: but you're so socially awkward and you grunt most of the time.

daryl: grunts, you're being unfair. he pouts.

you: you're a grown man stop pouting. fine you do the calls, and I'll do the killing. but who'd go first...

you and daryl: hm. Eugene. you and daryl smirk mischievously to Eugene who's quietly eating popcorn in the corner.

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sunnybunnyy2 · 2 years ago

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Dark Cell

Daryl Dixon x platonic!reader

Negan smith x daughter!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.1k TIME: Season 7 Warnings: imprisonment, mentions of saviours, mentions of Glenn and Abraham, mentions of dog food

Series Masterlist

Daryl could feel the gazes on him as he swept the outside of the Sanctuary. Most of them were laughing and taking joy out of his humiliation, others were with pity.

Most of the pity looks were coming from the women and the others were from men that had gone through a similar situation as him before they had rolled over and submitted to Negan.

Negan

Even the name left a bad taste in his mouth, the mere thought of thinking of the heartless man caused vile to raise up his throat before he pushed it down to continue with his daily punishment.

He would sit in his cell for two days, sitting in the pitch black, the only sound that filled the small space was the heavy foot steps of those who walked by and the maddening sound of ‘easy street’ booming on replay. The only food that was spared to him was the leftover bread and expired wet dog food. Then he would be put to work for two days, working for sixteen hours a day before being returned to his cell for Dwight to humiliate him all over again.

Sometimes if he got lucky Negan would bring him to Alexandria and even if it was to make a joke out of him, he craved to make sure his family was okay.

It killed him that he couldn’t reach out and hug his family, his brother and he knew it killed Rick too.

He knew how Rick was, he cared more about his people then he did himself. He would always put himself in harms way to protect his group and it was in his best interest to just cooperate with Negan and his demand to save everyone in Alexandria from suffering the same fate as Glenn and Abraham had on that fateful night.

A hard shove snapped him out of his thoughts as a saviour glared up at him from his slightly smaller frame and as he did he finally caught your eye.

He realized you must’ve been around Carl’s age, you were wearing light blue jeans and an orange sweater that dipped down the shoulders, your eyes tightly locked on his face.

He turned his head back to the task at hand and continued his work not wanting to receive an unnecessary punishment.

It almost caused embarrassment to consume him. He was never like this, he would never cower in fear of somebody. He promised himself he would never back down but for the well-being of everyone in Alexandria, he swallowed his pride and allowed himself to be made a fool.

….

He heard light foot steps making there way down the hallway. He had just assumed a women would be on night watch, he certainly wasn’t expecting you to be opening his small, dark cell.

His questioning eyes watched you as you left the door open a small sliver, just enough to shine a little light into a certain part of the cell but left it closed enough that it wouldn’t be noticed if someone had decided that, that was the best time to look down the doomy hallway. A small plate was in your grasp leaving a sick feeling in his stomach at having to eat another dog food sandwich, but his worry was quickly put to rest when you took a seat in the corner closest to the ajared door.

“I’m not here to hurt you. I promise.” You finally spoke as you noticed the look he was giving you.

He noticed you look down at the plate before slowly sliding it over to him and it was just then that he realized it’s contents. It was two sandwiches, they were made with white bread, some kind of cold cut meat and they contained lettuce, tomato and what he assumed was mustard.

“It’s for you. Sorry I couldn’t make something else, It’s just really late and the cook went out for a smoke break so it was all I had time to grab. I wasn’t really sure what you liked so I just assumed. I hate tomatoes and mustard but I didn’t think you did.” You rambled on anxiously toying with your fingers as you looked at him, and as you did you noticed the reluctant look on his face.

“Go ahead, it’s okay.” He looked at it for a few more minutes, silence filling the room as you stared down at the ground before your eyes snapped up at the sound of him grabbing the plate before stuffing his face with its contents.

You heard a sound leave his lips as he ate the most fresh and real food he has had in more then two weeks.

“Hopefully it’s okay, I mean it has to be better then what they feed people over here.” There was no response only the sound of chewing filled the room. Normally the sound would make you cringe but you were just happy he was finally eating something good.

It only took a few minutes for the sound to dim into nothing as he quietly placed the plate back where you had originally placed it.

His eyes left the floor and met yours through his dark hair, and he looked at you for a moment before he gave you a slight nod.

If you hadn’t been paying close attention to the larger man you wouldn’t have noticed but you were. You could see the uncertainty in his gaze as well as the appreciation.

“I can bring you something else next time. I might just cook it in my room and try and bring it to you a bit earlier.”

He just continued looking at you, as if to decipher if you were lying or not before looking away.

“Is there anything you like?” You asked turning your head to try and catch his eye but it was useless.

You let out a light sigh in understanding before reaching to grab the plate, slowly pulling yourself to your feet as you pushed the door open quietly and just wide enough to squeeze through. As you did so you were halfway through the door, when you heard the deep but scratchy voice.

“Thank you.” As all that was said and when you turned your head you saw him now facing you. You couldn’t see his eyes due to the lack of light and his long hair but you could only assume he was looking at you.

A smile pulled at your lips as you mutter an “Of course.” Before you finally exited the cell, quietly closing and locking it as you tiptoed your way to your overly large room. When doing so your eyes landed on the watch on your wrist that read 2:10 am, thank god your dad was asleep.

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 2 years ago

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Reunion

Pairings: Daryl Dixon & teen!reader, Tyreese Williams & teen!reader, Carol Peletier & teen!reader, Judith Grimes & teen!reader (all platonic obviously)

Requested by Anonymous: when the prison fell you and Daryl got separated, this is how you meet up, based on this request

Warnings: mention of blood, fighting, mention killing walkers/zombies, killing people, Daryl hug (yes that’s a warning), knives, guns, mention of killing kids, Terminus, hopefully if you read this you’ve seen the episode and knows what it includes, but ya know typical twd stuff.

A/N did I accidentally write this way longer than I intended yes, yes, I did, now don’t get me wrong the moment where Tyreese defends Judith is iconic but for the sake of this fic I changed it up, kinda wanna make another part

For you who wants to know the episode is season 5 episode 1

Anyway I hope you enjoy this <3

Judith giggled happily in your arms as you walked on the edge of the railway. You could’ve once imagined all kinds of trains going up and down the tracks as they blew past the trees, but now you couldn’t actually remember much about trains, you had the idea of them but not much details (and if a train were to come right now that would’ve been a miracle).

Tyreese walked a few steps behind you, with Carol in the front, as she led your group of four forward. She came to a stop when a sign that states “TERMINUS” showed up once more. It was your headed path, the sanctuary called Terminus. You personally didn’t trust it, not after the Governor, but you had to find Daryl and the rest of the group. You knew that if any of them were still alive they would’ve gone to Terminus after finding the railway. Which all of them had probably done. Along with finding Daryl you also had to get Tyreese and Judith to safety. Tyreese wasn’t fit to live on the road at the moment, he refused to kill anything that came your way leaving you and Carol to kill stray walkers, or animals for food. Judith, well, she was a baby and sometimes could be screaming all day, she was mostly quiet but the times she did cry was the times walkers got attracted. A baby was no way near fit to be on the road but here you were all of you somehow still alive (except for Lizzie and Mika Samuels, but there was no loss for you over Lizzie that’s for sure).

“We’re close” Carol stated as she saw the sign. “I’m gonna get you all there, make sure you’re safe, but I’m not gonna stay” She saw your face morph into disappointment as you nodded your head, a sad smile on your face. You’d missed her while she was gone and now she would be leaving again, and you didn’t like it, not one bit and you knew Daryl would be sad over it too which didn’t help the matter.

As you heard the rustle of leaves behind you in the forest, you all turned around to see two walkers stalk forward in your direction. Tyreese motioned with his hands to take Judith from you. Judith was carefully switched over to Tyreese and both you and Carol went forward to the walkers. Both of you killed them quickly only to notice the herd that was about to come out of the forest. Carol whispered to Tyreese that more were coming, and so all of you went into the opposite side of the railway. You hid in the forest until the walkers got distracted by shots firing not too far away from all of you.

Tyreese looked worriedly at you as he started to talk. “That gunfire it could’ve been from Terminus”

“Someone was attacking them, or they were attacking someone” Carol responded

“Do we want to find out?”

This time you involved yourself in the conversation, as you believed that you did indeed need to find out. “Yeah, we need to find out, If the others are there they might need help”

With that, and Carol's instruction of walking another track that would get you there as well you all started to walk once more, this time in need to find out the truth.

Your next stop had been outside a small worn out cabin, but it wasn’t the cabin that got your attention. What got your solely attention as you hid in the forest with your companions was the man that talked in a walkie-talkie. He was putting up a bunch of fireworks, no doubt to lead the herd of walkers away from Terminus. You could faintly hear him mention a woman with a sword, and you stopped Carol from going forward. As you continued to listen you heard him mention a kid with a hat and that was all you needed to go on. You didn’t think there were that many women with a sword and kid with a hat together nearby at the same time, so it didn’t take much to know that they were talking about Michonne and Carl. Nor did it take long to realize they had done something to your group, thereby also Daryl. Especially when he mentioned bleeding the kid out.

Carol slowly started to creep up behind the man and you followed not far behind. Tyreese more hesitant but still following. She put her gun toward his head, the young man froze and put his hands up still holding the two way radio. “Keep your finger off the button and drop it”

“Listen, ya’ll don’t have to do this. Whatever you want, we got a place where everyone’s welcome”

“Shut up man” it was what all three of you were thinking but Tyreese was the one to say it.

“Okay”

“We’re friends of the chick with the sword and the kid in the hat” Carol pressed the gun against his head forward, making the man lean forward as the gun touched his head.

It didn’t take long for you and Carol to tie him up and drag him (not so carefully) into the cabin leaning him against one of the walls. Throughout the whole ordeal the man continued to tell the three of you that you didn’t have to do this, that you could all come up with a deal, but he had no luck there.

As Carol made herself ready to scout Terminus out to see what was happening Tyreese continued to hold Judith in a protective embrace. You however had been asking the man questions, finding out that ever since the first questions he had been lying. He told you he only had Carl and Michonne, that they had both attacked them out of nowhere, that they were just protecting themselves. But none of you believed him. Not with the things you heard him talk about before you confronted him.

You would of followed Carol to Terminus had it not been for your will to protect Judith and Tyreese. As much as you loved Tyreese he wasn’t in his right mind. So you stayed to help if anything bad were to happen, to walkers coming your way or your prisoner getting free somehow, it didn’t matter you were there to protect your family. You only hoped Carol wouldn’t need any help.

Talking about your prisoner he was even more shatty when Carol left. Apparently a teenager, a baby and a man who he could clearly see wasn’t going to kill him was no threat to him. It was his undoing in the end. He underestimated you both and it showed in the way he talked to you and Tyreese as you sat by Judith, who’d you made a makeshift bed to.

“She got a name?… Hey, she got a name?”

“No” you answered at the same time Tyreese answered “Judith” you glared at Tyreese as he told the stranger her name, you didn’t want to give him any information, you never knew if it would backfire.

“She your daughter or something?”

“She’s a friend”

“Huh, I don’t have any friends… I mean I know people. They’re just assholes I stay alive with. The other one your friend, the woman” the younger man nodded towards the door that was now closed. Tyreese slowly looked away at the comment being conflicted about his answer. So instead you answered.

“Yes”

The man nodded and his voice that had now started to annoy you filled the room once more. “I used to have them… used to watch football on Sundays. Went to church” he let out a small laugh as if the thought of it was unbelievable. “I know, I did, but I can’t picture it anymore… it’s funny how you don’t even notice the time go by, horrible shit just stacks up day after day, you get used to it”

Tyreese turned his attention towards the man and spoke with distaste laced in his voice. “I haven’t gotten used to it”

"Of course you haven’t, you’re the kind of guy who saves babies, it’s kinda like saving an anchor, when you’re stuck on a boat-“ you had by know decided to drown out his voice as he tried to make justiciable to let him go.

Your thoughts got filled with Daryl like they had for the most time since the prison fell. You missed him. He always looked out for you. Ever since you met you were drawn to each other. Daryl used to pretend he hated you, especially when Merle was around he couldn’t have his brother think he was soft. However everyone knew he had always secretly looked out for you ever since he met you he’d felt the need to protect you. It came to the point that whenever you wanted to go on a run to get new supplies or do anything really you’d always ask Daryl. You had never spoken about it to each other but there was a silent agreement between everyone even you and Daryl that you were his kid and he your father. It might not be by blood but it was how it had come to be. Everytime something happened to you if you got hurt or if you were sad they’d always notify Daryl, but most of the time he already knew and would be with you to try and cheer you up in his own moody way. When you’d been out on the road before you found the prison you’d always sleep next to each other making sure the other one was safe. Even in the prison your cells were next to each other. He always looked out for you. He taught you how to hunt, he taught you how to use his crossbow, and to fight people to be able to protect yourself. Like Judith was “little asskicker”, you were the “big asskicker”. You couldn’t help but to miss him and the thought of him being hurt from the people in Terminus made your stomach hurt. You didn’t really want to voice your thoughts but you needed the reassurance and Tyreese was the only one who knew who Daryl was and could give reassurance. So against the warnings your mind gave you, you voiced your concerns.

“Do you think Daryl’s okay?” Your voice came out quieter than you expected as your mind filled with more scenarios in which Daryl had gotten hurt in.

Tyreese turned from Judith to look at you. He tried to give a reassuring look on his face as he answered. “I’m sure he’s fine Y/N”

”So Daryl’s your dad, maybe boyfriend” he continued to gues what Daryl was as you made no indication of actually giving anything away to him. After a while he stopped, he wouldn’t get anywhere with you, but he was still confident that if he talked enough to Tyreese, he would let him go.

“See, you’re a good guy, saving babies and teenagers.

“You have no idea about the things I’ve done”

“You’re a good guy, that’s why you gonna die today, it’s why the baby is going to die, why Y/N is going to die” both you and Tyreese stood up taking an intimidating step towards the man, your knife pointed at him. “Or… you can get in that car, get out of here, keep on being lucky.”

“You think you’re gonna kill me?”

The man turned his sole attention to Tyreese as he answered him. “Why haven’t you killed me? How does having me alive help you? Why the hell are you even talking to me? Take the kids, take the car and go, I don’t want to do this today”

“For your information we could always use you to get more information or we could kill you now, like you said we have-“ you got cut off by an explosion going off. Tyreese rushed to the window to see what was happening and saw the smoke over the forest.

“Is that Terminus?” The man moved forward as if trying to see out through the window but he had no luck in that department as he slouched back towards the wall.

“Yeah, probably”

“Maybe you’re gonna win this, maybe your friend, I mean maybe that woman just got capped, maybe I’m gonna be the one who gets capped when she comes back”

“Nobody’s got to die today”

“Man if you believe that… then it’s definitely gonna be you and the kids, even if the place is burning to the ground”

“Man maybe you can shut up and stop talking before I kill you myself” the man took his eyes of Tyreese to look at you as you had your knife pointed at him an annoyed look on your face. He didn’t believe for a moment that a teenager would be able to kill him, nor win in a fight against him. He had a way to high ego to think that you would be able to do any harm to him, he underestimated both you and Tyreese and when he heard as well as saw Tyreese look out at the walkers coming toward the cabin he moved quickly and soon enough his hands went to hold Judith in a hold that would be easy to break her neck.

He told you both to drop your weapons and you both did so not wanting him to hurt Judith. As he saw the walkers claw at the windows he looked towards Tyreese telling him to go outside. As Tyreese went outside he went over to you and bound your hands together with some spare rope just like you had done to him earlier. He made sure the knot would hold before he went over towards the walkie-talkie and tried to connect to the woman (apparently named Cynthia) on the other side.

While he did all that you tried to desperately tie up the knot that held the rope around your wrist together. Right as you were able to get rid of the rope around your wrist (thankful Daryl taught you how to do it) the noise from outside stopped. It became deathly quiet and the man looked towards were the last pounding against the walls had been. He took out his knife and was about to kill Judith when you quietly and quickly grabbed the knife that was laying right were you left it beside you on the floor and you ran over to the man. You saw red as you knocked him over, he had threatened to kill Judith and Tyreese. Threatened your sister and one of your closest friends. You knocked him towards the floor and your hand went into the air as you threw it down onto him repeatedly stabbing the knife in your hand into him. even after he was clearly dead.

Tyreese had to carefully walk over to you as he took the knife away from you. He told you that the man couldn’t hurt them anymore nor the walkers, everything would be okay. You appreciated his comfort as you hyperventilated for a few minutes over the fact that you’d just killed a human. You’d killed walkers before but never a human being. In your mind it was justified as he was about to kill all of you anyway, but you still felt like you’d lost something inside of you.

It was a while later when you glanced out of the window and saw Carol as she walked towards the cabin, Rick not that far behind. You broke out in a relieve laugh as a smile spread briefly over you lips, this made Tyreese glance out towards where you were looking. You booth scurried to get everything as you both wanted to leave the cabin not being comfortable to stay inside any longer than you needed to.

As both you and Tyreese stepped out of the barn you glanced at the people led by Carol. Your eyes scanned the crowd looking for one person in particular.

Daryl stared at you in disbelief he couldn’t believe you were actually alive, he’d seen you get shot, and without medical attention he guessed you’d died. He hadn’t wanted to keep hoping in case he would someday find your corpse rotting away (either as a walker or actually dead).

Daryl took in your bloodied state, you’d no doubt had to fight. Dirt and blood covered most of your clothes, and your face had a few cuts covered in dried blood. Your once white shirt was miss colored and your jeans had been ripped in some places, your jacket had blood stains all over it. Daryl could only guess what you’d gone through to end up looking like that (he didn’t even look that bad). He didn’t like all the blood covering you, he didn’t like not knowing what had happened, he didn’t like being away from you, he needed to protect you, he’d lost Beth to a couple of strangers, he wouldn’t lose you too.

When your eyes finally found Daryl, you had a soft smile on your face as you saw him visibly relax at your eye contact. While Rick and Carl ran towards Judith in Tyreese’s arms, Daryl stumbled forward towards you, dropping his crossbow to the ground. You met him halfway and he engelfulled you in a tight hug. You’d never know nor would anyone else but Daryl let a few tears fall in relief as he hugged you tightly knowing you were still alive, actually alive. As he felt you wrap your arms around him he felt you hug him just as tight, the comforting sensation you both brought each other was all you needed to ground each other and know that either of you were dreaming, this was real and both of you were okay.

As Daryl heard you sniffle he realized you were crying and he hugged you even tighter, taking one hand to your head and petting it softly — not knowing fully how to comfort someone, even now, having comforted you all those times before he still was unsure if he did it right. However he did know that you were crying from relief, because he did the same thing. You had your father back and he had his kid back and knowing that, you both knew that everything would be okay in the end. You were yet to be bested by someone when together, even when apart you always won, always found your way to back to each other. You would beat this world together and that was all that you needed to know, and the fact that neither of you were planning on leaving soon.

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lazyneonrabbitt · 1 year ago

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Okay but don't think about older Daryl when he returns from France.

Jude and the kids are all adults now, and a new generation he's never met before is waiting for him when he returns to the gates.

He rides a different custom bike now, a trike, perhaps. Bikes get so heavy and Daryl isn't as sturdy anymore.

The greying in his beard now traveled upward, streaking his once dark brown hair with silver strands.

His leg never healed properly after Alpha's attack, his limp getting so bad he sports a cane now on solid ground, a brace covering his bad leg for forest trips and hunts. He never stopped.

But now, seeing you all grown up, no longer 'that kid' in your early 20s he feels its time to settle. It was clear the community thrived without his hunting so he'd gather the courage, even in his old age, to ask it if you'd be willing to take up the job as his caretaker.

He could still do almost everything on his own, but he really wanted to be in your company as much as he could now.

And of course you agreed.

Daryl had saved your life so often, and you cared deeply for the man.

You'd happily share your home with the old huntsman.

#sometimes i write #daryl dixon #platonic #daryl dixon x reader #twd #the walking dead #twd daryl

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hunted-moth · 1 year ago

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Just Like Him: The Before Times

Word count // 7k

Summary // Y/n is just a normal girl who loves to hunt with her dad. She has a loving and attentive mom. Her relationship with her brother is rocky at best but she still loves her small little life. That is until it's all turned upside down after she gets into an accident, with her dad passing away and her mom flushing her life down the toilet how is she supposed to manage when the world ends with it?

Warning // Language, character death(not twd cast), Talks of death, violence, the killing of walkers,

Special Thanks to @catbunblue302 and my friend for editing/proofreading this with me, it would be a disaster if they didn't lol

OTHER STUFF// This is just the prologue, it's kind of important but you don't have to read it. But I gave Y/n the nickname Bear, idk why but I love it so im keeping it. She also has shorter hair in the beginning and in my mind is Biracial but her race isn't brought up very much. But things like hair texture, skin color, and eye color aren't mentioned or described so it is up to you how Y/n looks to you

A/N // its in gods hands now. this is like half edited by someone who knows what they're doing and the other half done by me at like 11:00 at night.

***: Major time Skip/scene change

*: small time skip/scene change

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~~~2005~~~

It was early in the morning, maybe five or six. You were fast asleep dreaming about nothing and everything, but while you lay sleeping, a figure crept into the room being careful not to wake you.

When he got to your bed, he hovered over it ready to pounce on you. You were snoring into the night, unaware of what was about to happen as he snaked his hands under the cover skillfully and-

“Wake up, bear! We got lots to do kid.” Your Dad tickled your sides as you yelped and writhed from joy.

“Dad! Sto-stop I can't brea-breathe,” you laughed.

He smiled down at you before he got up, releasing that classic dad grunt while laughing quietly.

“Alright, get dressed, then get something to eat.”

You smirked up at him and flung your cover off yourself.

“Already one step ahead of you,”you say, revealing to him that you were already dressed in your hunting clothes, minus your boots.

He chuckled quietly, careful not to wake up his wife and stepson. He nodded his head, telling you to get up and go to the kitchen. You rushed to the kitchen, grabbed a bowl and spoon, and had some fruity pebbles. Your dad just had a pop-tart that he popped in the toaster.

While he was waiting for it to ding, he looked at you. He saw you scarf down your food as fast as you could.

“You know you can enjoy it, right?” he teased, but you just looked up at him while the spoon was still in your mouth.

“I know, just eager to leave.” Your mouth was full and milk streamed out of your mouth.

Your dad just rolled his eyes and chuckled.

POP!

He grabbed his food and went to sit with you. Looking up, you asked him a question. “So what are we doing today?”

Your dad took a bite of his pop-tart. “Hmm, well I was thinking about going into town and getting some more snacks for the trip. Maybe some extra bug spray.”

You nodded at that. “Yeah, they love me for some reason.”

He smirked. “Yeah, it's ‘cause you got sweet blood, they like it.”

Your eyes widened. “WHAT!” You practically yelled.

You covered your mouth hoping not to awaken your half-brother and mom.

But it didn't help.

“The hell’s all this racket!?” Your older brother, Jason, stormed in with an annoyed and tired look on his face.

You looked at your brother when he walked over. He was three years older which made it easier for him to ignore you. He was indifferent towards you, like you didn't matter to him. The only time he gave you any attention was when you irritated him, like you were bothering him with your existence.

Jason and your dad had a hard relationship. For some reason, Jason was always rude to him. Whenever your mom wanted to tease Jason she would explain how when she and Dad had started dating Jason would throw fits when Dad came over. And how Jason would stare at your dad with a mean glare. Jason had the meanest glare, it could put the old judgy ladies at church to shame.

“Sorry, son, me and your sister were just talking about our trip.”

Jason seemed to glare at the word ‘son’. Your brother looked at the clock on the wall with a sleepy stare. “It's five in the mornin', so stop yellin' in the house, Y/n.'' He looked down at you as he walked over and made a bowl of cereal, the same as you.

“O-okay, sorry.” You looked down meekly at your nearly empty bowl.

Your dad sighed, “Well, we're about to leave.”He looked at Jason. “You sure you don't want to come with us, Jason? Wouldn’t be any trouble.”

He responded with a quick “No.”

Relief washed over you.

“I’d rather shoot by myself than with her.” He glared at you.

You looked away from his glare and shrank into yourself.

Your Dad sighed and got up. You copied him and went to put your bowl in the sink. You rushed to your room and went to get your bag and put your boots on. By the time you left, it was about five-thirty in the morning, and the sun was already starting to rise as you and your dad got into his truck and started driving to town.

Looking out the window, you could see the familiar trees and a few birds flying by. You always loved the woods. It was quiet, yet the singing of birds could still be heard in the distance. Looking into the rearview mirror, you could see your cabin disappearing in the distance.

“You excited, kid?”

Turning your head, you looked at your dad with a smile, “Yes!” you exclaimed excitedly.

Your dad chuckled. “Oh, I bet, bear, but uhh, been wanting to talk to ya ‘bout something.”

You tilted your head with curiosity. “What, Dad?”

He sighed lightly. “Yer teacher called your Momma and me yesterday to discuss your schooling. They said you were falling behind in yer work, withdrawing from other kids, and advised me to talk to you. Can you tell me why, bear?”

You looked out the window without answering.

“I won't push you right now, but if you ever want to talk,” he trailed off and rubbed your shoulder the best he could while driving.

***

By the time the truck made it to town, the sun was up. The truck pulled into the mini-mart. You jumped out of the truck and waited for your dad, before sprinting into the mart and grabbing different snacks you liked. You had an armful by the time you returned to your dad at the counter.

He looked down and his eyes widened at your selection. “Jeez, Bear, you going into hibernation?” He let out a hearty laugh. Grinning at him, you put your snacks on the checkout counter.

“One thing I love about you two coming in here-” The owner started to ring up your stuff, “I always make money.”

Your dad waved his hand at them dismissively before grabbing the bags and handing them to you.

“Let's get a move on, don't want to miss any of the good spots.” Hopping into the truck, Dad started it and headed out to your campsite.

***

A few hours had passed by the time you made it to the site. Hopping out of the truck, you went around back to the truck bed and grabbed your bag and bow. Your dad set up the tents and you set up the fire pit, gathering some rocks and stacking them, then went to find some sticks.

When it all was done, your dad came over and patted you on the shoulder. “Ready, Bear?”

You looked up at him. “Yeah!”

You grabbed your bow and followed him into the woods. Stopping at a clearing, your dad put his stuff down and stood next to you.

“All right, Y/n, you remember what I taught you?” He knelt as you grabbed an arrow and drew your bow back.

“Where do you want me to shoot?” You looked at him.

He thought for a moment, looking around, till he stopped his gaze at a certain tree with a unique-looking branch that hung low on the ground. He pointed. “See the knot in the tree? Shoot that.”

You nodded your head and tightened the bow once more.

You held your breath and focused on the knot on the branch, taking a second before you released your arrow. You heard a thunk as it hit the tree and you looked to see if you had hit the knot, but sadly your aim was a little off. It was a few inches to the right. “Aww, I missed it.” You kicked the dirt slightly.

Your dad stood up and went to retrieve the arrow. “It’s ok, sweetheart, you're getting better just remember that.” He tried to cheer you up. “Remember when I first took you out here? Your arrow would be two or three feet away from the target.”

You smiled to yourself.“Thanks, Dad.”

He walked over and crouched down to your height. “Now let's try again.”

He handed you your arrow and ruffled your hair. You smiled to yourself. Regaining your stance, you drew back your bow and released another arrow. You hit it closer every time. And when you finally manage to hit it after your third time, you jumped up and down in joy.

“Good job, Bear, why don't we try something harder hmm?”

You nodded, and he took your quiver, put it over his shoulder, and took your hand, leading you deeper into the woods.

***

It took hours before you returned to your camp, the whole time spent practicing your aim on things besides the normal target. By the time the sun was down, your dad decided it was time to head back.

Your dad had started the fire and was cooking some hot dogs for the two of you. “You have fun, Bear?”

You look at him. “Yeah, I got better at my aim I think. What about you Dad?” You ask, tilting your head at him.

“Hmm, it was amusing to see you miss sometimes.” He pulled out your food from the fire while you groaned with embarrassment.

You ate your food while looking up at the stars. “Hey Dad, what's that one called?” You pointed up at the sky.

“Hmm, I think it's Orion. He was a skilled hunter who used a bow, and some say he managed to woo the heart of the virgin archer. He even claimed that he ‘could hunt any and every animal’, but Momma Gaia heard this and sent a mighty scorpion after him, which is why–” he lead your head to another part of the sky. “–If you can find him, you’ll see Scorpius, the very same scorpion that killed him.”

Looking at the stars, your mouth was agape. “Wow,” you whispered under your breath and rested your head on his shoulder.

After a few hours, you and your dad went to bed.

***

The end of your weekend trip went by fast, and before you knew it, you were on your way home eating a bag of chips while listening to the radio.

Your dad was focused on the road, but the conversation about your schooling was still playing in his head. "Bear, we still need to talk." He said. You paused for a moment, not wanting to have this conversation. Since starting school, you've had trouble keeping up with the other kids. Since you were behind, your classmates would treat you differently.

"I don't want to talk about it," you said, looking down at the floor.

Your Dad looked over, sadly. "Can you tell me about it? You don't have to tell me everything."

"The others treat me differently, and I don't know why.” You looked out the window again, trying to focus on the songs the birds were singing.

Stopping the truck, your dad pulled you into an embrace. “It’s ok, Y/n, I'll tell your Momma and we’ll talk to your teacher, okay?” He looked down and rubbed your shoulder, waiting for an answer.

“O-okay.” Your voice was muffled

The truck started again and you both drove off toward your cabin.

***

When you got home, it was around dinner time. Since it was a Sunday your mom was making your favorite for dinner. Your truck pulled up, and you ran out of the cab and into the arms of your momma.

“MOMMA!” You tackled her, sending her stumbling back a bit.

“Hey, baby, how was your trip?” she asked with a loving smile.

Looking up at her, you gave her a big grin. “It went awesome! I got better on my aim and distance.”

She smiled down at you. “Well, that's amazing, maybe one day you’ll be better than yer daddy.” She ruffled your hair. “Now come on, supper’s cooking, want you and yer daddy to get washed up.” She shooed you away into the house.

Running to your room, you grabbed some shorts, a T-shirt, and other stuff and ran to the bathroom, but your brother was walking by and had a sour look on his face.

“Yer back.”

You looked down. “Yeah, how was it here?”

He glared down at you. “Peaceful, shoulda stayed that way.” He walked past you and bumped your shoulder.

***

When you got out of your shower, you went to the kitchen to help your mom cook but just ended up sitting on the counter and telling her about your trip with your dad.

“Then Dad told me to shoot an apple that was still on the tree.” You told her excitedly.

“Wow, baby, did ya hit it?”

You nodded. “Yep, it fell and knocked down some apples with it. Dad and I ate them on our walk back to camp.”

“Sounds like you two had quite the adventure.” Your mom said as she stirred the pot.

She took the pot off the burner and walked to the dinner table. You followed her and sat down.

“Yep, it was.” While your mom grabbed other things for dinner, you helped set the table.

“BOYS, DINNERS READY!” she called.

Dad came out of the garage and Jason came out of his room. You sat next to Mom, across from Jason, and Dad across from Mom. After everyone was seated, Mom said grace and you all ate dinner. You ate yours quickly while Jason picked and prodded at his.

When you finished dinner, you kissed your Mom and Dad good night and went to bed. You lay under your blanket, looking at your glow-in-the-dark stars, and drifted off to sleep.

~~~ 2005, A few weeks later~~~

It all happened in a blur. You and Dad were driving back from your trip in the forest, and you even managed to bag a rabbit all on your own. One minute you were on your way to register what you had, then you were waking up in a hospital with your Momma by your side, crying and a local sheriff on your other side gearing up to ask you a few questions

“Momma…” Your voice was weak. “What happened?”

She grabbed your hand and kissed it. “You were in an accident, baby.”

Your eyes widened the best they could but you were still loopy. “What?” You looked around the room, your heartbeat picking up. “Where’s Dad?” Your voice was starting to hurt.

Your Momma cried, her tears falling on your hospital bed. “He-He didn't make it, baby.”

You looked up at the ceiling and silently cried with your Momma.

“Mrs Myers, I’d like to speak with your daughter alone, to get her account of the story.” The sheriff gently led her out of the room, then sat next to you and asked you a series of questions.

“Now, Y/n, I understand you and your dad were driving, do you know where?”

You choked back a sob before you answered. “The a- the game warden's office.”

He wrote that down. “Can you tell me what you and your daddy were doing before then?”

Licking your lips, you replied, “We were out camping like- like we always do. He was showing me how to hunt.”

He nodded and wrote that down too.“Do you remember anything while you were driving to the game office?”

You thought for a moment. “I was talking to Dad when suddenly he threw his hand in front of me then…everything went black.” You started to cry, all your emotions catching up with you.

The sheriff looked down at you with sympathy and leaned over you to rest his hand on your head. “Just get some rest, Y/n, we’ll talk later, ‘kay?”

You nodded, and he took his leave, and your mom rushed to your side once again.

***

The day you were discharged from the hospital was bittersweet. You were leaving and going home, to sleep in your own bed. But you were leaving without your dad, and in a few days, you would be giving him a send-off for his funeral in Oklahoma.

The drive home in Mom's car was different. It didn't have that old dusty truck smell, and it didn't rumble as it drove down the dirt road. No, Mom's car was clean, quiet, and smelled like pine. You hated it.

The drive was quiet, only the sound of the radio filling the car, but that quickly got turned off, much to the displeasure of Jason, who quickly turned it back on, which upset Mom.

“Quit it.” She turned it off again.

“I want to listen to the radio,” Jason protested.

“NO, Jason, stop it!” Silent tears were running down her cheeks, but Jason just scoffed and looked out the window

When you got home, Jason went to his room and you sat on the couch and curled yourself into a ball. Your mom went straight to the kitchen and came back out with the champagne bottle that had been saved for their anniversary.

Her dark green eyes were dull and wet with her tears. She took a good look at the bottle before she took a swig and sobbed. You didn't know how else to comfort her, so you just crawled over and cuddled under her arm.

“It’s ok, Momma.” You whispered to her.

That just made her cry harder– the fact that her baby had to comfort her.

She took another drink while the two of you just sat on the couch and watched TV.

It wasn't long before she passed out. The bottle she'd been drinking fell to the ground and the rest of the contents spilled out, the sound of the bottle hitting the ground woke you up. You looked up at your mom and kissed her good night, before you cleaned up the mess she'd made, and went to bed.

Laying in your bed, you looked up at your fake stars. You turned over to look at a photo of you and your dad, It was taken when you were five, first learning how to use a bow.

You smiled sadly and went to sleep.

***

It was just like that for years. You would wake up, go and eat whatever Jason made, and find your momma on the couch, passed out with a bottle of some kind in her hand or on the floor. And as always, you would clean it up before you went to school.

Sometimes she would wake up and tell you to have a good day. You always said you would but you never did.

When you went to school, some would be nicer. You didn't know whether it was because they felt bad or because they'd been told to. It didn't matter ‘cause the alienation continued and you were still by yourself. The boys still asked mean questions, but now they were about your dad, questions like “Did you see his mangled corpses in the road?” Others would reply with “Yes.” or “It was disgusting.”

Some of the nastier ones started to say that you should’ve died. One group even cut a chunk of your hair off. It was a choppy pixie cut. Your poor teacher tried her best to make it look nice.

But it didn't matter, ‘cause when you got home, you would put on a smile for your mom and tell her you had an amazing day. Your hair? Well, you got gum in it, that's why it was short.

Your momma cried a bit when she saw your hair. It was exactly like your Dad's, long and beautiful, but now it was cropped short. Just one more thing she had loved and lost.

***

You supposed your Momma must have been feeling lonely. Instead of drinking on the couch, she started to go out to drink, sometimes with her coworkers or sometimes just alone.

And when she was out late at night it was Jason who had to take care of you. He would make you dinner, and make sure you did your homework. He wasn't nice about it but he did it. He also started to take you hunting, and in Jason's fashion, he was harsh and rude with his remarks unlike your Dad had been.

“Y/n, shoot the squirrel over there, you see it?” You roughly pointed in the direction.

You nodded and aimed your arrow at it. You released it, but you missed and it scurried away.

“DAMNIT!” He shot up to his full, towering height. “Can't ya do anything! Jeez, a rock has better aim than ya!” He went to retrieve the arrow. You followed him to find more quarry.

“Ya know, what if som’ happens and we got to provide for mom, huh? What if I can't hunt and you have to hunt fer us, and ya can't hunt shit and we die?” He liked to be overly dramatic with his lectures.

But his “lecture” did nothing but stab your already bruised ego, but to prove him wrong you had to get better.

When you saw a rabbit, you both got down low on the ground. You drew back your arrow and aimed, making sure it was perfect before shooting. The arrow flew past different branches before it finally sunk into the rabbit's abdomen. The rabbit kicked, using up whatever strength it had left before it finally died.

You ran towards the rabbit and picked it up to show Jason. “Look I got it, it's big too!” You showed him proudly.

He caught up to you and scoffed. “Jus’ a rabbit, nothing to get worked up over,” he said, giving you an unimpressed look. “Itz big though,” he admitted under his breath as he walked away. It was a small comment, but it brought a smile to your face.

He looked down at the ground, looking for any tracks that could lead to bigger animals. You took the arrow out and put the rabbit in your animal satchel, and followed him.

It was the same cycle that lasted for three years, but then your momma did what you thought she never could. Something that rocked your world, and made you look at her a bit differently.

Remarry.

~~~ 2008 ~~~

It was late, really late at night, maybe three in the morning. You and Jason were up watching movies and eating what was left in the kitchen. Your mom had the car most of the time so Jason couldn't go out and buy more food.

You were currently watching an old zombie movie called Dawn of the Dead, one that your dad and Jason both seemed to like. The only thing they could agree on was movies.

It was almost over when you heard a rapid knock on the front door. The suddenness surprised you, making you jump a bit, spilling the remaining popcorn.

“BABIES! OPEN THE DOOR, PLEASE!” Some smaller knocks could be heard. “PLEASE, I FORGOT MY KEYS! AND WE’RE COLD!”

You and Jason looked at each other before he got up to open the door for your Momma. Her hair was messy, along with her makeup. And behind her was a man with blonde shaggy hair and a beard. He wore a blue button-up and was shivering.

Your Momma walked past your brother and so did the man. You and Jason gave him a strange look, almost like he had a second head.

Your Momma seemed to notice the looks and stopped to introduce him on her way to the kitchen.

“Oh um, guys this is my fiance, Steven.” She looked at him with puppy eyes.

“Ah, Steven these are my kids, Jason and Y/n, but we call her Bear.” She had a goofy grin on her face as if she didn’t realize she'd dropped a bombshell on you and your brother.

Your brother just huffed and went to his room to sleep.

“I wonder what that was about” your Momma uttered his breath “Hi baby! What were you two just doing?” she rushed to your side and sat on the floor with you.

You looked up at her “Just watching a movie with Jason” you glazed at the awkward and clearly drunk Steven before watching the movie again.

“Ooo looks scary, think im gonna make me and Steven some drinks” She kissed your cheek and got up “ooo Stevie why don't you sit and talk with Bear Bear?”

His head shot up in confusion “Wha-what oh um yea of course baby” he walked to the couch and sat down nervously. He looked around the room and then landed on some old photos of you and your dad hunting.

“So, you uh hunt?” you turned your head towards the man you may call ‘dad’, his eyes dart to yours than back to the TV.

“Uhh, yea, my Dad taught me, but haven't caught anything ‘sides som’ rodents” You glanced at him and he just looked somewhere else, he looked so out of place in your small home.

You decided to try and “bond” with him “What about you? You hunt?” His head shot towards you in surprise.

“Ah no, no I don’t hunt. I find it uh too much, to be honest” he laughed awkwardly, you looked away and at your mom who walked back into the living room

“Hey guys! Whatcha talking about!” she said in her drunk cherry, In one hand, she had some snacks and some beers “Sorry we don’t get much, we don't have a lot in the house” She laughed.

You shifted awkwardly, cause she was the reason for no food “Maybe we could go shopping tomorrow Mom?” she stood there thinking,

“yea-yeah sure, me and you. Ya know just a girl's day!” You smiled and got to kiss your mom's cheek and went to bed Hopefull she’ll get better with this new guy around and fulfill a promise to you.

~~~ 2010 ~~~

You woke up rather late one morning. You walked out of your room to see the TV was on and some trash around the living room, you went to clean it up but your eyes grew when your mom past out on the couch with Steven, in a rather awkward position. You turned around to go to your room when Jason came out too. He seemed to notice the mess to and went to clean it up

“You don't wanna be in the livin' room” You stopped him, and he gave you a weird look.

“The hell do you mean?” you cleaned your throat.

“Umm, ste-steven and momma were gettin’ comfortable if ya know what I mean” he just shook his head and went to the kitchen.

“Whatever, im going to get food, you coming?” He grabbed the keys and walked to the garage doors.

You nodded your head and went to get dressed and were quickly out the door to the car. The sun was up, it was a warm day in August, a week before school started. You looked out the window while the radio played, some news guy was mouthing off about some world problem, it was enough for your brother to turn the radio to something else.

When Jason pulled into the parking lot you could see it was packed but was dead silent. You got out of the car when another car whizzed by almost hitting you.

You and Jason walked into the store questioning what happened when you noticed the store was dead quiet. You could see carts abandoned some of them being tipped over with groceries all over the floor.

“What tha” Jason looked at the scene in front of you. Jason looked at his watch and half decided to leave but you needed food he just pushed it to the back of his mind.

You grabbed the basket and walked to the food aisle grabbing milk, bread, eggs, and other stuff you needed. But your brother stopped you, grabbing your shoulder roughly

“Wait” you turned to him.

“What? What's wrong?” he pointed down the clothing aisle, it was destroyed and the clothes were everywhere. “Th-the hell happened there? And why hasn't anyone fixed it yet” You started to walk over to investigate but Jason grabbed your arm to stop you

“Don't, I don't like this” he pushed you forward to the front of the store. Jason grabbed your arms as he speed walked passed the alise of food thrown around the floor. But one alise made you stop in your tracks, making you drop the basket to cover your mouth.

There in the middle of the floor was a dead body, what was worse was that it looked like it was gored on. Her face was eaten, her abdomen was torn open and her intestines and blood were all over the floor.

You could see blood tracks near the body, leading away to the next aisle. Your brother pushed you down to the ground, telling you to keep quiet. He looked over to the next aisle and went back quickly.

He dropped down to the floor as well, he gestured you over to him while putting a finger up to his lips. You rushed to him.

“What's going on?” you asked panicked.

“I don’t know, but there's someone over in the next aisle with blood ‘n shit all over 'em” You looked at him with scared eyes.

“Wha-what do we do Jason” you looked to your brother for protection.

“We're gonna slowly and quietly leave the store, don't want to attract the cra-” He shot up, pushing you out of the way and kicking the woman's head out of the way. She flew back giving you and your brother time to run as fast as you could out of the store. While you were running you saw more and more blood and gore, you just didn't seem to notice.

You got to the car and speed home. The radio was still on, with it blasting the current news:

“IT APPEARS THAT A VIRUS IS SPREADING THROUGHOUT THE WORLD, KILLING THE INFECTED, AND BRING THEM BACK TO LIFE AND ATTACKING OTHERS!

THESE INDIVIDUALS ARE AGGRESSIVE AND IF YOU COME ACROSS THEM EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY AND CALL LOCAL OFFICERS!”

“What- what does this mean” Your eyes started to water “What are we gonna do Jaso-” you were cut off-

“JUST BE QUITE and let me think” his grip on the steering wheel was turning his knuckles white as he stopped the car to think,

“Here's what we're gonna do, we're gonna go home, then pack our shit and leave! Head into the woods and wait this shit out” You nodded and jumped when a hand slammed on the window on your side, you shrieked causing Jason to jump when he saw the thing he floored the car.

Not once did he stop the car, not even when other cars were around. When you turned into the driveway of your home you hopped out and ran in to see your mom and Steven watching the TV. She leaped off the couch and hugged you tight.

“Oh baby, baby are you okay where were you guys!” she was crying, her already smudged makeup rubbing off.

“We were at-at the sto-store and w-we saw this woman all-all over the palace” you cried in her arms and hugged her arms

Jason busted in the door “Ma pack yer shit we’re leavin’ NOW! Y/n get our bow stuff, I'll get the campin’ stuff, Steven gets as much food as you can, Ma get essentials and anythin’ else we need”.

You ran to your room, grabbing your bear bow, quiver, and arrows. Doing the same and grabbing Jason's hunting bow and equipment. You grabbed your school bag and some clothes.

You were about done when you thought of something. You rushed to your mom's room and grabbed your dad's coat, you loved your dad's coat. It was a bit big but it'd be good in the winter or as a blanket.

By the time you were done, everybody was running out the door. Jason and Mom were packing the food and camping gear in the trunk of the car. Steven was “the lookout”, he was holding your dad's old shotgun when he saw a figure walking down the driveway,

“H-hey there’s someone comin'” Jason turned his head to see someone limping down the drive way. The man had half his arm ripped off.

“Shit, shoot it” Steven looked at Jason like he was crazy.

“Th-the hell you mean to shoot it? THATS A DAMN PERSON!” Jason slammed the trunk closed, and stormed over to Steven, and snatched the gun from him.

“Those things aren't people! They won't hesitate to eat ya!” he turned to you and your mom “Get in the car and start it, we’ll leave soon”

Your mom ushered you to the back seat furthest away from the thing as your brother called them. Your mom got in next and started the car. She looked panicked, gripping the stirring wheel out of nerves.

You heard the crack of a gunshot not that far away

“SHIT!” Jason yelled.You turned to look at the commotion, to see the figure with a giant hole in his chest, but he was still walking as if nothing happened.

“Sh-shoot it in the he-head Ja-Jason” Steven could barely talk but he tried to help the best he could. Jason re-aimed the gun and shot the head, well the best he could.

The thing finally went down and Steven and Jason hopped in the car, Jason in the front and Steven in the back. Your mom started the car and drove into the city, taking the path to the local campgrounds.

It seems that while your family was getting ready to leave, things got crazier. There were crashes everywhere, fire, smoke, and screams could be heard, and these, groans or moans could be heard if the things were close to the car.

When you got to the campsite it was quiet. Nothing could really be heard, not even the birds in the trees. Silent, just like the store.

***

“THE CDC HAS ISSUED A NATIONWIDE QUARANTINE ALL CIVILIANS ARE ORDERED TO STAY INSIDE OR GO TO THE ATLANTA REFUGE CAMP IF YOU OR A LOVED ONE ARE IN THE STATE OF GEORGIA

FOOD, MEDICAL SUPPLY, SHELTER, AND MILITARY PROTECTION WILL BE SUPPLIED”

The radio chatter went on and on, spouting the same things. It's been a week since the “outbreak”, as they’re calling it, happened. And in that small little window, your family and Steven have had to move twice, going deeper and deeper into the woods.

“D-do you think we should go to Atlanta? It's not that far from here” Your mom had been suggesting it, but your brother always dismissed it.

“Naw, too risky” he poked the fire “Eaters be everywhere and we’d be sitin’ ducks” You were torn on where to go, staying here you'd be by yourselves but at the same time you didn't have to worry if your neighbor was crazy enough to kill you for bread. But if you went to Atlanta you wouldn't have to worry about eaters –the new name for them– attacking you.

“We’re low on food, Y/n grab yer bow, were goin’ hunting” You nodded and hopped off the opened trunk. Running to your tent and grabbed your bow and quiver and hurried to your brother who was already leaving.

When you went hunting Jason made a rule that you couldn't make too much noise, not since he spotted an eater while he was hunting. You kept your eyes down on the forest floor to keep an eye on any tracks, while Jason kept an eye out for eaters and any animals.

When you found some faint deer tracks you tugged on his shirt and pointed to them. He kneeled down to inspect them and shook his head “Too old, probably dead by now” nodding your head you continued, but stopped in your tracks when you saw a doe looking at you.

She was beautiful, her eyes hadn't noticed you yet, but you had. Jason got up behind you “Guess ya were right, why don't ya bag it” he nudged you forward and you drew the bow back. The bow itself was new, you bought it yourself after cleaning your neighbor's yard for her, she was old frail, and couldn't do it herself.

You released the bow and it landed in her abdomen. She ran off deeper into the woods with whatever strength she had left. You and Jason chased after her, her blood leading her to you.

She was stronger than she looked because it took about twenty minutes before you caught up with her. Jason loaded his bow and shot it and hit her just below her shoulder blade killing her.

“Common, let's go get her and bring her back” You shouldered your bow and walked up to her with Jason. Since he was bigger he took up the grunt work and shouldered her while you carried his bow.

“Now, ya need to find our tracks” he huffed while trying to position her right “Should be easy enough since we were running” You nodded and glued your eyes down looking up when ever you heard something in the distance.

It took about an hour before you got back to your camp. You ran to your mom and hugged her “We bagged a doe, Jason gonna clean ‘er up the we’ll eat it” Jason dropped her by Steven “ya know how to clean a Doe Steven?” Steven looked from Jason to the Doe, back to Jason.

He swallowed deeply before answering “I-uhh I've never done it no” Joson rolled his eyes then sat down next to him and started to show him how.

It was one of the little things your dad never taught you. You've seen him do it, but he never shown you how. Jason had to teach you, and he did that in your kitchen, if your mom was there and sober she would've freaked out.

You sat next to your mom who was still paying attention to the radio. All it did was worry her as she bit her nails with her legs pulled into her chest.

“You okay momma?” you put a hand on her shoulder, she jumped a bit but eased up a bit when she saw you.

“O-oh ye-yea baby, im good” she smiled “How’d your hunt go with Jason?” you pulled your knees up to your chest

“it went fine, I found really old tracks and Jason brushed them off and when we looked up BAMB there she was!” you told the story of how you found the Doe.

Your mom softly clapped for you “Wow, you're a real Orion aren't you bear?” you smiled, your Momma loved Greek Mythology, and she always said if she could be a professor, teaching students about the great tales of the Greek gods and heroes.

“Ya know where your nickname comes from?” you shook your head, but you knew why, this was the closest you got to your old momma from before the accident, plus you loveed the story.

“Artimiss was the goddess of the hunt, and she swore off marriage—one of three goddesses to be exact– she would hunt on the earthly grounds with other women and nymphs. One of these women was a woman named Callisto, she was a hunter who was sadly assaulted and fell pregnant at the hands of Zues.”

you had a sad expression as if this was the first time you heard this “and Hera and Artemis found them. Artemis cast Callisto out and Hera turned her into a bear.” you gasped playfully, and she smirked.

“well she gave birth and Artemis guided the baby to civilization, and he grew to be a mighty hunter. And he came across his bear Momma and went to kill her, but Zeus saw this and before he could kill her, he put Callisto and her sun the stars” You rested your head on her shoulder and she hugged you. You sat there for a while as you looked at the stars.

“Well it looks like you brother is about done with the deer, shall we go sit by the fire?” you nodded and grabbed your bag which had your remaining books and sat by the fire

Jason started to put some meat on the fire. The blaze reflected in his dark green eyes, he looked like he was thinking about something. He checked his watch and figured it was time to take the venison off the grill. He gave it to you.

“She found it, she gets to eat it first” was his reasoning when Steven asked why you got it. Steven was very whiney, you suspect he’d be dead if he was alone.

***

It was deep into the night, and you just finished your comic book. Your Momma was looking for batteries for the radio, it had died about an hour ago and your Momma had been going crazy looking for them. When she finally found them she cheered with triumph and put the new ones in the radio. The radio roared to life with the same news as before.

Jason was poking the fire a bit while Steven was getting something from his tent. You got up and went sit by Jason. He gave you an odd look which you ignored and picked up your bow and began fiddling with it

“What are ya doin’ Y/n” he stopped what he was doing and looked at you.

“Jus’ sittin’ is all” you fiddle some more “and wondering” he went back to the fire

“about what?” you looked around your makeshift camp.

“if all of this will be over soon, and when we can go back” you looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

Jason stayed quiet, he didn't know. But if he was honest, he didn't mind it all that much–could go without the living dead though– it was like an extended camping trip.

SNAP

Your blood ran cold when you heard the groans and snarls coming closer. You shot up when you saw them closing in on the car. Your mom was running towards you as you held your stuff.

She grabbed your arm and ran to the woods as Jason and Steven stayed behind to fight them off. Your Momma dragged you into the woods further and further. You kept looking back to see other eaters staggering toward you

“Mo-momma, they’re behind us!” your mom just ran faster “I-I know baby but we just need ru-” Out of nowhere an eater came and attacked her.

She let go of your hand when another one latched its dirty maw on her shoulder. Her screams were horrid, you imagine it was the same scream she let out when the love of her life and baby were in the hospital. Just filled with horror and dread.

“Y/n, Y/n YOU NEED TO RUN!” you shook your head with tears in your eyes “NO LISTEN AND RUN NOW!” hearing the groans of another eater behind you made you run off into the woods. Crying as you heard the cries of your momma.

~~~ 2010, A few weeks later~~~

You had been on your own for a few weeks since your camp had been overrun. You thought about going back to it, to see if Jason or Steven got out okay. Well if Jason got out, you were sure Steven did. And you knew if he got out safe then Steven was safe–probably.

But you were on your own, so you had rules now: Always move, Stay in the trees at night, And NEVER stay if it's too quiet.

That's how you made it all these weeks alone. You rationed the food you managed to hunt on your own. It was small, with rabbits, birds, and a raccoon once. It was odd but it kept you fed.

At night you'd find a tree with a sturdy branch, climb it, ruffle in your bag for something to tie around you and the branch, and sleep. And repeat the cycle again the next morning.

You were currently in a tree, just waking up from sleep. The denim jeans you used to keep you tied to the tree were a little loose. You gathered your things, putting your bow around your torso, same with your bag.

You nimbly climbed down the tree and leaped out on the last branch and landed on the forest floor, you fumbled a bit but were fine nonetheless.

You made a small fire and cooked the last of the rabbit meat you had. After that, you put the fire out and continued on your way to nowhere.

You suppose you were in a good part of the woods, cause you could hear the birds singing some little tune they came up with. You humed along to it while walking on a fallen tree, balancing on it like a tightrope walker.

You stopped walking when you noticed deer tracks and debated on following them or not, but decided to just do it anyway, no set direction and all.

You followed them to a clearing, there wasn't anything there though so you just sat on a log. You figured it was safe enough to relax a bit. With an arrow, you start drawing random things in the dirt. You liked drawing, it was a pastime you did before.

You started drawing hearts, butterflies, and flowers, pretty things really. Then you drew your Momma, she was beautiful in your eyes, with long hair that reached her midback, and her beautiful green eyes.

You stopped what you were doing when you heard something in the distance, it sounded like something talking. You quickly loaded your bow and stood up aiming your bow at the noise.

There you saw two men. One was old, with short-cropped grey hair. He was bigger than the other one. The other guy was younger and more scrawny, he had squirrels tied around a rope, he had a crossbow, also aimed at you, and the old guy had a hunting rifle

“Well well well, what do we have here baby brother,” Old Guy said with the meanest grin on his face.

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Catching Her Chapter 7

/ Daryl Dixon x OC // Merle Dixon X OC (platonic)

Season 1-3 // THE QUARRY

word count: 3902

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Instead of the comforts of a viable, functioning society, she had gotten two rednecks. They had arrived in a whirlwind, a week after the initial outbreak and a day after Quinn had run out of food.

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The scorching sun beat down on Quinn, the stifling humidity clung to her skin and choked her lungs. From the moment she stepped into the van, she sensed the mission was doomed. A sticky feeling of dread in her chest pulled at her tendons, discomfort ringing through her body in one clear message;

This was a bad idea.

But still they Progressed deeper into a decaying city. The heat was unbearable, not just for her nose, but likely for Merle as well. Whom she presumed was chained on the roof slowly roasting because of Loris miraculously alive husband. If she closed her eyes long enough she could picture it, every detail ingrained in her imagination. Exposure was a horrific way to die and she couldn't escape the thoughts of the elder Dixon's cooked corpse.

“It's this one.” Rick, Loris husband declared, pointing at a door labelled 'Staff only.' His sweaty, guilty face made her wonder if she should bring up his wife’s affair as revenge for leaving her friend out here alone.

But the the group caught up, nodding in agreement with the sheriff, urging the two hunters to ascend the rusted stairs to the roof.

But as the distant moans of walkers faded and silence greeted them from above, their shouts turned to panicked hollering. Daryl grasped Quinn's arm, pulling her forward with force as they ran. T-Dog trailing closely behind, cracking open the chained door as they waited beside it.

Daryl's desperate cries for his brother pierced the air as soon as the door opened, but all they found were pipes and vents. Quinn felt pulled toward his anguish, the sound reverberated across the emptiness, which was tantamount to all she could offer him, a quick touch to the back of the arm.

“No! No!” Daryl pushed away from her with a cry and steadied his crossbow at T-Dog.

The sheriff reacted instantly, pulling his own weapon up to meet the enraged redneck. Adrenaline filled her body like a hot rod, she reached for her gun, aiming the barrel and locking eyes with Rick in a silent standoff. The sheriff's focus stuck to Daryl, pressing the cold metal to his scalp.

“I won't hesitate, I don't care. I don’t care if every Walker in the city hears it.” Rick's lips pressed into a fine line as he stared Daryl down, completely ignoring the girl beside him.

The hunter's eyes met the woman’s in a silent understanding of submission before she stepped away from the sheriff, tucking her gun safely in the back of her worn jeans. She felt on edge next to a man of the law, so righteous in his actions yet ultimately the cause of a scene that was hopeless to rectify.

Merle was gone and there was a whole untraversable city between here and wherever he was now. Damn police can't do shit right she thought, looking over to her companion whose misery was evident on his face. Quinn's chest tightened at Daryl's distress, her gaze falling on a severed hand—Merle's hand. Crusted in blood and laying on the dirty floor. The man's eyes followed her and she felt the air grow quiet.

“You got a- You got a do-rag or something?” Daryl mumbled, eyes shifting uncomfortably.

T-dogs pulled out a bandanna and passed it to him silently.

“I think the, uh, saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs.” She pointed at the bloody scene in front of him, Daryl picked up and analysed the severed hand before packing it away in Glenns bag. The younger man gave him a disgusted look once the hunter's back was turned, catching Glenns eye at the last second she offered him a small smile.

“You ok?” she mouthed to him quietly, he nodded back quickly offering her a smile back in return. She focused back on Daryl who was observing the scene with furrowed brows.

“Ain't that a bitch, Probably used his belt as a tourniquet. There’d be much more blood if he didn't.” Daryl concluded. Leading the pack back down the stairs and deeper into the derelict building.

It didn't take long for them to find Merle's own brand of a bread crumb trail, the smell of blood and something sour but slightly sweet had saturated the corridors and led them straight to the evidence of Merle's continued but nonetheless miraculous survival. Two dead walkers, laying bloody on the floor with their faces crushed in. Daryl called out his brother's name as they went, following the bloody trail left for them like a true hunter.

“Had enough in him to take out these two sons of bitches, one handed.” Daryl’s voice sounded steady, confronting the silent accusations radiating from the sheriff.

At the sound of his name she found herself reluctantly drifting to the blooming possibility of being left alone with Merle's stash when they got back. Would Daryl notice if it went missing, the thought sent her eyes to meet him and she felt her chest squeeze. Knowing the temptation for relief lay just within her reach had her wondering if she wanted Merle to stay lost. She was taken aback at her own coldness and she tried to push the desire out all together, ripping at the scabs on her arm with her fingernails, pinching off dead flesh on her skin until they met fresh. Pulling on it and digging in with with her nail, hooking it underneath the wet skin for more.

“Toughest asshole I ever met, My brother. Feed him a hammer, He’d crap out nails.” Daryl asserted, lifting his head to the man in a challenging stare against Rick's doubts. The moment was broken almost instantly with the hunter passing forward and brushing his arm past hers, bringing her back out of her trance.

“Any man can pass out from blood loss, now matter how tough he is.” Rick countered, trying to stride ahead without a glance to anyone else. He looked smug and it made the hair on Quinn's neck prickle up hearing him speak.

“Not men like him…only Merle can kill Merle. He's got the devil by his side” She mumbled, her voice laced with anxiety.

Once again they twisted round the decaying corridors of the store, blue walls streaked with blood smears guiding them forward. It groaned and creaked ever so often, its structure damaged and crumbling from fires and bombings. As they continued they heard occasional scuttle of a bird or insect fleeing as the group passed, but nothing human. It felt like a maze and she found herself wondering how Merle had made it this far into it.

“MERLE!” Daryl's cry shattered the silence.

“We're not alone here, Remember.” Rick's repetitive reminders of their vulnerability did nothing to temper the young man’s urgency.

“Screw that. He could be bleeding out, you said so yourself.” Ignoring Rick again, Daryl pressed forward like a bull. The sour-sweet smell thickening the air each stride he rode forward.

Once they reached the room it filled the air like smog, it was burnt flesh. Confirming its link to his missing brother but providing no clues to his current whereabouts still. The group spilled into the room looking over in grimm silence.

“What's that burnt stuff?” Glenn's question diverted her attention from the disgusting smell and she felt a pang of nausea as Rick examined the singed tissue. A profound silence joining the smog filtering in the air.

“It's skin,” Quinn broke.

“He cauterised the stump,” Rick remarked after her, earning a huff from the woman.

The gas was still on, burning at the air and releasing more of the putrid odour. She hurried to turn it off, wanting the aroma to evaporate from her nose. It was easy to see Rick's earlier statements were wrong- Merle had made it. Or at least he wasn't bleeding out anymore. But if they couldn't find him… She didn't know how to keep her mind focused on anything but the small hope that she could still manage to sneak from his stash tonight if he was only temporarily missing.

Brought back into reality by Daryl sniffing behind her, she feared he was crying but she couldn't get a decent look at his face to tell. Tempted to reach over, she kept her hands by her side and focused on the strain pulling in her chest.

“Told you he's tough. Ain't nobody can kill Merle but Merle.“ He reaffirmed their earlier words, she could feel the frustration leaking from the law enforcement officer at Daryl's attitude.

“Don't take that on faith he's lost a lot of blood.” At this the girl's face screwed into a dirty look towards him, what was his fixation on thinking Merle was dead? Surely the man who harped on about being a good person for sending a search party wouldn't wanna come back to a corpse.

“Yeah? Well it didn't stop him from getting out of this death trap.” Daryl stormed forward, pulling Quinn's arm gently as he went, revealing another bloody trail to a busted window.

“He left the building? Why the hell would he do that?” Glenn's voice rose an octave as he leant over the side and viewed the drop to the roof below.

“Why wouldn't he? He’s out there alone as far’s he knows.” Daryl gave Rick a pointed look as he spoke, backing away from the window still. “Doing what he's gotta do.” She saw his hand flex and ripple as his fist clenched, unthinkingly she brushed her hand over his shoulder, dropping it before anyone noticed. Unable to resist the urge to comfort him but every touch left her chest burning with shame.

“He’s surviving,” she affirmed.

‘You call that surviving? Wondering the streets until he passes out? What are his odds out there?” T-Dog paused to look over the group, knowing that he wasn't wrong, it was an inevitable possibility. Her lips pressed into a thin line at the thought.

“No worse than being left in handcuffs to rot by you sorry pricks.” The Hunter stared at T-Dog and the group, Quinns stared back. Holding his gaze trying her best to show her own frustration, letting it simmer to the surface and match his in a show of comradery.

“You couldn't kill him, I aint so worried about some dumb dead bastards.” Daryl broke away from Quinn, honing in on Rick, leaning towards him. His large stride closed the space and The sheriff tried to step back but was restrained by the counter.

“What about a thousand dumb dead bastards? Different story?” Daryl sneered at Rick, it only served to feed the bubbling anger.

“You can take a tally. Do what you want- but we’re gonna go get him.” Daryl’s words bite at the group. He grabbed her by the arm and charged forward, only to be immediately pressed back into Quinns side by a rough shove from the sheriff.

“Daryl, Wait.” Rick huffed, submitting to the argument and being the bigger man as usual. Only to be met with profanities from the enraged man. Quinn wanted to pull away from the scene, to run back to home. But she was stuck in Daryl's grip, she wanted to shake herself free. The feeling of his skin on hers burnt through her nerve endings and sent alarm bells ringing through her body.

“I don't blame you, he's family. I get that. I went through hell to find mine” The two squared up but Daryl's anger was quickly dissolving into loss. His stature shrunken and eyes tightening.

“I Know exactly how you feel, he's not gonna get far with that injury ok. We can help you check a few blocks around but only if we all keep a level head.” Rick's reasoning was solid.

But that was the trouble with his type, it was always justified and completely logical. He didn't really let you argue your piece without looking like an unreasonable asshat, she felt trapped between two walls.

“I-” Daryl started but T-dog coughed slightly behind them.

“We can do that.” Daryl finished.

Standing here in the corner of the dingy room as the rest discussed strategy, she wondered how likely it was that Merle was already back at camp now. Smoking in his tent while she was here. How unfair that would be. It had been a long 3 weeks of withdrawing, she’d gone longer and relapsed all the same. She’d kill for a line right now, cursing herself at being stuck with the shittest drugs on the planet, and now there was none at all.

Daryl stalked up behind her, making her jump with a start. Attracting the attention of the group before they returned to their conversation.

“What the fuck was that for?” Her whisper came out more like a hushed shout and she wanted to back away into the wall.

“Stop picking at your damn arm and come over here.” His reply was quiet and came out in a huf, he was abrasive but left a smile on her face as she slowly shadowed him back to the group.

Leaning against the shelves she listened passively as Rick explained his idea, nodding along and trying her best not to hate everything he said. There was just one problem with that though, his plan was deeply flawed.

Quinn turned to Glenn, the two sharing an understanding look. “It's better if two go, so there's cover, Glenn you're the fastest here. And aside from me, no one else knows their way around.” He looked at her with understanding.

‘It would be faster.” He replied hesitantly.

“You’re not doing this alone, we have a plan” Rick huffled, arms perched on his hips.

“Even I think it's a bad idea, and I don't like you much” Daryl looked at Glenn as he spoke. “And you ain't going.” He pointed to her with squinted eyes and said it so matter of factly her mind rolled at the intrusion on her agency. Before she quite gripped onto the situation Glenn spoke up.

“No, she's got a good idea, ok, you guys just hear me out.” The group gathered closer, Quinn leaning down to his level, appreciating the support. She enjoyed the feeling of being around Glenn, he looked at people like they were kind. He wasn't cold to the world yet, and she wanted to protect that a little.

‘If we go out there in a group, we're slow, Drawing attention.’’ He shifted onto his knee looking at rick.

“If we go we can be quick, in, out.” He grabbed a binder clip and placed it on the map, “Look there's the tank, Five blocks from where we are now.”

“Here's the bag of guns. And the alley where I dragged you into when we first met. That's where Daryl and I will go.” Quinn nodded in approval at Daryl's role, happy to have him close.

“Why me?”

“Your crossbow is quieter than his gun.” Glenn's explanation was a fair assessment but the hunter could've had a fog horn attached to a chainsaw for protection and she’d still have chosen him. The group carried on speaking but Quinn wandered back off into her own mind, afterall she already knew her job no use overthinking it, it's not like there's anyone out there but walkers and Merle anyway.

It took them all of 10 minutes to gather their wits and enact their mission, climbing down the rusted fire escape one by one. Glenn's excited attitude made her feel sick. Maybe she’d pull out of it, ask to wait behind with Daryl?

Her feet hit the air and she was forced to take the last step off the ladder, there's no turning back now she thought grimly. With a nod Daryl followed her and Glenn, Rick and T-Dog close behind finding their places. He said something to Glenn and she barely registered it, It all felt surreal. Her feet moved without her mind's permission, hands pulled out her knife but she felt stuck inside the van, filled with the feeling of dread once again.

The sun coated her skin as soon as they stepped out of the alley, mind rushing at the sensation. Everything around them louder, trash bags pushed across the road by the wind became thunder, her sensations over saturated with stimuli. She tunnelled her focus on Glenns red hand, following at a crouch.

A nearby walker stirred, moaning inside the car she’d died in. They pushed forward to the bag, Quinn keeping a close eye on the stumbling femal. There were more gathering ahead she noted, fixated on the path to getting back to Daryl. Once they got close enough she hung back, motioning Glenn on as she dealt with the walkers.

Seconds after the corpse toppled to the floor, the bag was shoved in her free hand. Glenn groaned as he ran back, she looked around confused before noticing the hat he was reaching for. Her hand tightened on the guns, already turning back towards the ally in frustration. Feeling Glenns presence behind her, she ignored him and rushed to Daryl, her legs not able to carry her around the corner fast enough. Her chest felt tight and she became privy to the claustrophobic need to flee from the city, and the constant dramas and the people creating them. But the moment her foot stepped back into the ally that was forgotten.

Daryl was being beaten, large forms looming above him with a baseball bat. They were cracking against his bent over form, taking turns pushing and pulling at him as they flooded across the narrow space. She felt the dread in her chest over her entire body now, pooling around her senses.

“That's it! That's the bag!” His words came seconds before a stout man ripped at her hair, forcing her body across the space and pulling her to the floor. Leaving no time for her to even begin to process what had occurred around her.

She landed with a harsh jolt, the impact threw her head into the concrete and left her back jarred. Distressed and confused, the woman's hands searched for their assailant, ranking her nails against the warm exposed flesh. She groaned and screamed into the hand that at some point had been placed over her mouth, another firm grip pulled her up by her hair as they landed a few good blows on her back with their bat. At some point within the pain she registered Daryl voice and passed out, her last memory being yanked up and away from the floor by the strangers.

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The lights spinned, blinking in and out of existence. It tumbled above and over her head, gone, then returning as it circled. Sharp constricting pressure pulling across her legs and neck that comes and goes as quickly as the lights it accompanied. She’s launched forward and up, something smacking her across her head, leaving a sharp stinging and a metallic taste in her mouth as a warm liquid misted across the interior and her.

Her hair pulled across her face, above her head spilling around her like a halo, it burned her eyes and suffocated her mouth. It reminded her of the rides at the county fair, the ones her brother took her on last summer. Each flip of the crumpled metal shell sent her hands to grip onto leather, squeezing so tightly she felt a pop in her shoulder as the light circled again. Then they flew down again, stomach dropping further into her internal cavity. She released her scream. Had she been screaming the whole time? She closed her eyes, waiting for the burn of fabric pulling tight across her body, instead as the light arched, nothing pressed against her. Nothing but soft, loose air gripping her to the scene.

She hit and broke through resistance, shards of glass stuck in her, biting and stinging away at her skin. Then the lights steadied, flowing past in succession while the wind roared in her ears like a plane taking flight. She only registered the growing patch of grey when she felt herself being crushed underneath it, a heavy force landing with her, forcing her between the concrete and its weight. .

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“You could've paralysed her Mijo!” The voice was the first thing to register, the next was the smell. Like an old hospital room, left to gather dust and mildew.

“She’s ok Abuelita I promise.” A male voice responded quieter than the men earlier, regarding the unknown woman with respect. .

The woman seemed disappointed, but she wasn't awake enough yet to concentrate on all that was being spoken around her. With each sip of consciousness she felt with a sobering horror that her back was burning, radiating pain in furious spasms. Cold air was hitting the exposed skin and she cringed in discomfort at the small movment, giving her away to her captors.

“Is she gonna be ok?” Through the burning Glenn's presence penetrated through, it was strained and muffled but nonetheless she felt his shuffling feet moving closer to her.

The surgery site screamed its reminders, it took the driver's seat, throbbing and aching something nasty. The spasms tore through her muscle and tissue, sweating through her skin and into every corner of her mind.

“Please- please.” The strain forced the air from her chest, a second spasm erupting from the minimal gesture.

“I need something for the pain. please.” The last part was cried out, a teary wail that reached the ears of others who started to crowd around the entrance, Glenns frame blocking most of them out of her sight.

“What do you need?” An older woman’s presence enveloped her senses and brought some small hope of relief.

“Oxy, morphine-I dont give a fuck, Anything.” She struggled out to the displeased elder.

She paused to take in a hard breath through flared nostrils and forced it out in pants between clenched teeth.

“I need an oxy, please.”

Seconds later she felt a pill being pushed into her hand, Glenn was by her side fiddling with the bed's mechanism to sit her up. Slowly she rose and was finally able to take in her surroundings, she was looking around at what she could only assume was some kind of elderly peoples home or hospice. The bizarre nature of it paused her for a moment, studying the wrinkled forms surrounding her. It made her feel worse, the vulnerability of it all too much to bear. She didn't get to think about it long as the elderly woman was back with water, pulling her chin up with a tight grip, watching with a smile as she swallowed the meds.

She was joined not long after by another resident, handing her an almost full prescription of the Oxycontin. Still not fully awake and in pain, she accepted without a second guess and thanked them in a small voice. Once it was in her palm it felt like a hundred pounds, anchoring her thoughts to it immediately, Fighting to outweigh the pain's psychological occupation. She knew that the one pill she’d had wasn't gonna cut it, Hell even if it was just for the pain oxy alone wouldn't cut it.

She excused herself to the restroom, slowly winding down the halls until she sat alone quietly chewing down two more pills, wincing at the chemical taste foaming in her mouth. She rinsed thoroughly, feeling the beginnings of warmth spreading up and turning her stomach. She stopped only to stare at the reflection on the tap, like a funhouse mirror she appeared distorted, an enlarged nose poking out of the faucet toward her. While she slipped back to the room she found her hand slipping a loose bottle of morphine from a nurses cart into her sweater.

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