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Having each other | Daryl Dixon x Reader

During S9

angsty(?)

Word Count: 1347

Having Eachother

It amazed him how much you smiled, how much of you suggested the idea that nothing in the world was going to break down that front. 

Even as the farm went to hell, and everything in it that had once seemed lively was rendered to waste, you kept that same upward perk. 

Against all odds and his initial frustration too, you were a true trooper, dedicated to holding onto that one bit of you, you swore no one could ever take from you.

'It's all I have,' You said quietly as you looked up into the starless sky, refusing to let a single tear fall.

Even when he could see your eyes tear up, brim with would-be tears, you somehow managed to blink them away just in time, smiling right after, almost triumphantly.

-It was admirable, really.

After everything that had occurred, every bit of heartbreak you suffered through, you managed to show off the expression. Even if it sometimes twitched with opposition, wanting to fall into the same gloomy state as everything else around tended to, you managed to salvage it.

You smiled, and he figured that it was out of some stupid luck he'd gotten stuck with you during the escape.

That had to be it,

' - some sort of cursed luck, ' he mused bitterly as you two walked through the noon, trying to find a safe place to rest.

he quietly looked back, his eyes leading back to you, who seemed rather chirpy as you gazed up at the sky, upholding that dammed smile.

 

And you had the nerve to wave your fingers up as little birds ventured towards the same path you guys seemed to, almost as though you were convinced your bloodied hand was anything to fall for.

It happened too many times to count, and you told him the same thing over and over ;

"We'll get through this," you said while smiling down at him as he sat on the broken porch of the abandoned house. 

During his own miserable episodes, he envied you, silently cursing at your naïveté until he finally understood that it was your own strength, your own resistance to the world's evil.

He'd never been one to try and understand the complexity of other people, especially not when he hadn't been one to interact with many before.

He had always been on the move with Merle, so there hadn't been a reason to try and understand anyone else.

To a person like him, you'd been strange at first, a mystery he couldn't properly understand at first glance.

'You should try it sometime,' you suggested with a shrug, mildly considering it after your sanguinity usually ended in some form of accomplishment.

-And he began to smile, his version of a smile at least which was usually just some dickish joke accompanied by a short grin.

Even if it was just a quick motion, you seemed to catch on and appreciated it, praising him for being able to show something other than frustration.

"You have a pretty smile,"  you said as you stopped in your tracks, taking a moment to look at him before you offered him one of your own and kept moving. 

" I like it..." 

The moment had been so quick, and he stood stunned as you walked past him, trailing behind Carl with an old box full of dust-coated supplies that consisted of old cans of soup.

Tongue-tied was just what Daryl felt, especially the second time you strolled by.

Luckily, he'd always been a quiet guy, so it wasn't so strange to anyone else. 

"Give it here," he said while motioning you close, taking the last of the supplies in his arms. 

You didn't fight him on it. soon after, rolling your neck as you thanked him. 

"-Tough day huh?" he said while observing you, and you let out a little sigh, "Yeah...but I'm just happy to be home," you answered honestly, walking with him. 

And your lips were stretched into a soft smile as you looked up at the tame clouds above.

"Glad you're here..." he said while looking straight, finding it hard to look at you, no matter how pretty you were.

.

.

.

He tried to look away, to keep his eyes on Carol, focusing on his closest confidant to offer her some sort of comfort during the moment because he knew she needed it too. 

-More than he did.

He tried to be strong, holding down his voice, keeping it from wavering.

But his heart ached, slowly splitting by its delicate strings as he closed his eyes, shutting them tight as he brought the long-haired woman close to him, embracing her.

He offered her somewhere to hide, to look away from her son as he stared beyond them, out into nothing, avoiding the true sight that hovered over them.

-All while sad eyes glanced down at him.

It was a focus he could feel directed at him no matter how hard he tried to think of everything else but that damning sense. 

.

.

.

The lovely curve of your lips that always formed when you smiled was gone as your mouth moved, the sluggish movement hindered by a limp jaw.

Garbled sounds escaped as you spoke in a language he couldn't understand, and hoped never to no matter how much he'd dwelled in your every conversation and clung to your every word before.

Dull, melancholic orbs stared down at him, holding despair gathered from your last moments, as well as every other you always managed to overcome.

Dried tears trailed down your cheeks, leftover from your final moments he tried not to picture.

It was then that it occurred to him that he'd never seen you cry, witnessing nothing other than misty eyes in the past.

Against all else, he couldn't even feel the mourning he should.

He felt something far from sadness or mourning.

Instead, he thought of the Whispers as they tore that smile from you and forced your tears.

He Could hardly think of every beautiful moment he lived with you without imagining them ambushing you and our friends- your family. - his family. 

He'd give anything to forget those few seconds he recognized your unfamiliar expression because now, that beautiful memory of you smiling became infected with just that.

-and only that.

Yet, as much as he wanted to break down, he resisted.

Instead, he upheld the falling woman as she was weakened down to her knees, sobbing as she clung to him throughout her collapse.

"What are you looking at?" you asked with a grin, the way your eyes twinkled causing him to laugh because that playfulness of yours was sometimes a bit too contagious.

He shook his head as he huffed, "nothin'..." he said lowly, though he snuck a peek at you. 

"You just got a pretty smile," he reminded you, and no matter how many times he repeated the line, you always seemed to grow a little flustered. 

And somehow, it managed to make that expression he complimented turn into something more precious.

Unwittingly, you looked at him, your face warm with giddiness as your smile was broken into a grin from which little giggles escaped out of.

As you slowly quieted down, you inched closer to him during your little walk, and as your hand lightly brushed his, you tested the waters.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched him begin to smile, as his fingers made little attempts to capture yours.

It took a few teasing attempts before you managed to hook one, giving him the push he needed to, to just hold your hand entirely.

"We'll get through this..."

Things had gotten tough lately, but you were sure of it,

"Because we have each other," you added as you gave his hand a little squeeze.

"Right?"

As he looked down, away from the sky, and away from you, he smiled.

It was full of bitterness as he swallowed down that miserable familiar taste of having nothing.

And to think, He'd really believed you.

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New World CH. 23

Title: Running Again

Words: 5465

Warnings: Strong language, canon-typical violence, the Claimers

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~~~~~~~

Sam and Dean

When they saw the doorway to C-Block explode, both of the boys stood frozen in shock. Sam was the first to recover, running towards the rubble. 

“YN!” Sam screamed. The tank fired another round and it landed close to Sam. He stumbled back from the shockwave and that spurred Dean into motion. 

“Sammy!” Dean ran towards his brother and hauled him to his feet. 

“YN! We have to get to YN!” Sam said. He went to move forward, but Dean held him back. 

“Sam! The bus is gone. YN knew that if the Impala was out of commission, she’d go on the bus with everyone else!” 

Sam knew that Dean was right, but he couldn’t get his feet to move. It wasn’t until Dean started dragging him away that Sam got his head collected and started moving with his brother.

“I hope you’re right,” Sam said. 

They started running towards the woods, but before they could leave the prison, they saw Sophia and Adeline being cornered by some men. Rage filled both of their bodies and they rushed towards the girls, pushing the men away from them. Dean scooped both the little girls into his arms while Sam shot the men.

“You’re alright,” Dean said to the shaking girls softly. 

“Come on, Dean. We gotta get out of here,” Sam said. 

---

The four of them followed the road, but stayed in the woods. They were worried that some of the Governor’s men would come after them, even if it was unlikely. After a few nights of camping in the woods and moving north, the two brothers, Adeline, and Sophia went out of the woods and towards some train tracks. When they got there, they both stopped abruptly. Rick, Carl, and Michonne were standing right in front of them. 

“Rick?” Sam said softly, afraid to use his voice. Rick’s head whipped around and a small smile appeared on his face. 

“Have you seen YN and Lottie?” Dean asked as he gave Carl a hug. Rick was holding Sophia close, both he and Michonne shaking their heads.

“No. You’re the first I’ve seen besides these two.” Michonne looked at the ground. “I’m sorry.”

Rick and Carl both shook their heads and the two brothers looked at each other.

“She’ll be fine, Sammy,” Dean said. “She can hold her own.”

“I know. Still makes me worry.” 

Rick patted Sam’s shoulder and said, “We’ll find them. I have a feeling she might be going to Terminus.”

“Terminus?” 

Rick pointed to a sign. The five of them walked over to the train car and read the sign. 

“Sanctuary for all? That sounds like a big promise,” Dean said. 

“Do you think mommy’s there?” Adeline asked.

“It’s the only thing we got going for us right now,” Michonne said with a shake of her head. “We can only hope that everyone else saw the signs too.”

“She’s right, Dean. If YN saw it she’d go thinking that we would go to find her there.” Sam gave his brother a pointed look and Dean sighed. 

“Alright. Let’s go find the rest of our family.”

---

YN

The next few days went by in a blur. Maggie had run off on her own after you came across a sign for Terminus. You had agreed to stay together and go, but she had run off, saying that she didn’t want you all killed helping her. So naturally, you followed her.

Then, Sasha decided that she wanted to stop looking for everyone and make a camp in one of the buildings you came across. She did that while you went on with Bob. You hadn’t been walking for more than fifteen minutes when you heard Maggie call out for the two of you. Turning, you saw Maggie and Sasha walking towards you and you gathered both of them in a hug, happy to see them. Sasha took Charlotte from you to give you a break.

It didn’t take long before you saw another sign for Terminus and this time, you signed it with all of your names. When you came across a tunnel, the darkness made you nervous, but it was the fastest way through, so the four of you made your way inside after making a note to Glenn on the tunnel wall.

“You think my brothers saw the signs too?” You asked, voice quiet. Light was bouncing off the walls and every little sound echoed a little too loudly.

“I think so. They’re smart and you’ve been through a lot, even before the dead started walking,” Maggie said. 

“Like what?” Bob asked, confusion in his voice. 

“Shit, you don’t know, do you?” You looked at Bob. “The things that go bump in the night are real. My brothers and I hunted them with our dad before this started. Even after we still ran in to some problems.” 

“Bump in the night?” 

“Vampires, Shapeshifters, poltergeists,” Maggie said. “The supernatural.”

“Nuh-uh. You’re lying.” 

“We’re not. Remember the tests we put you through? How we made you wear a silver ring?” You said. “Silver is a deterrent for most of the supernatural. It made sure that you weren’t a monster. Or a monster affected by silver at least.” 

“Have you ever found a monster from your tests?” Bob asked apprehensively. You shook your head. 

“No, but we’ve come across them when we were on runs and such.” 

Bob was about to say something when Sasha shushed him. Shining her light straight down the tunnel, you saw a whole herd of walkers. There were around twenty of them, maybe twenty-five. One of them saw the light from Sasha’s flashlight and they all came stumbling towards you. 

“Shit,” you said. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Taking your gun out, you went to shoot but Sasha stopped you. 

“We have to run!” She said. You all started running, but you found yourself falling behind. 

“There’s too many of them!” Maggie said. She stopped for a second before drawing her gun and pointing it at the ceiling. As the clip emptied, the ceiling started to collapse.

“Run!” Sasha screamed. 

Looking up, you saw that you were too far behind to make it with them, so you started running the other direction. You could hear them calling for you and Charlotte was crying, but you ignored them. When the ceiling stopped falling, you coughed and fell against the tunnel wall. 

“YN!” You heard Maggie and Sasha cry. Charlotte was crying harder and your heart hurt.

“Lottie! Is Charlotte okay?!” You yelled, voice border lining on hysterical. 

“She’s okay!” Sasha said. “Are you?”

“I’m alright! You guys keep going, make sure Lottie’s safe and I’ll—“ You were cut off by a walker grabbing your foot. Falling to the ground with a yell, you kicked it away before pulling out your gun and shooting it in the head. A few more came at you but you dispatched them all quickly before getting up. 

“I’ll go the long way around! You keep going to Terminus and I’ll meet you there!” 

You didn’t get a response and you bit your lip before rummaging through your bag and finding your emergency flashlight. When you found it, it had no juice left and you swore before stuffing back inside and zipping the bag up. Placing it on your shoulders, you got your gun and knife ready. You turned around and started walking back to the entrance. 

Your steps were careful and you made the least amount of noise you could. There was a fair amount of chance that other walkers had heard the commotion that went on when Maggie collapsed the ceiling and you didn’t want to risk running into one of them when you had no light source.

You had been walking for a few minutes when you saw a light shining inside the tunnel. You frowned and crouched as low as you could. It couldn’t be Maggie and the others. The tunnel was too long and you hadn’t even gotten halfway through when shit hit the fan. Then you heard one of the voices. 

“Glenn?” You said tentatively. You were still crouched, but you saw the light stop moving. 

“YN? YN is that you?” There was hope in his voice and you let out a sob before standing up and going into the light. 

“Oh my god.” Glenn dropped the flashlight and went running towards you. You crashed into his arms, tears falling down your face. 

“You made it out,” you said, voice muffled from his jacket. “How did you make it out? Have you seen my brothers? What about Daryl or Adeline? Anyone?” 

“A lot of luck. And no, I haven’t seen anyone but you, I’m sorry.” Glenn pulled back and held your shoulders in his hands. Frantically he said, “Maggie. Where’s Maggie? The signs you left said she was with you.”

“We just got separated. Walkers came at us and I had to go back.”

“What happened?” 

“C’mon. I’ll show you.” You led him over to where the collapse happened. Climbing up, Glenn shined his flashlight on the walkers that were left and on the ceiling.

“Maggie shot the ceiling. I was already falling behind and I couldn’t keep up. When the chunks of roof started falling, I ran back. Wouldn’t’ve made it if I kept going forward,” you said. There was a sour expression on your face and you kicked a corpse angrily. 

“Did she make it?” 

“They said they were fine but after that I didn’t hear anything else. I yelled that I was going the long way around but I didn’t get an answer.” You looked at Glenn. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve kept going.” 

“No, it’s not your fault, YN,” Glenn said with a shake of his head. “Now let’s go. Now that there’s three of us, we should be able to take all these walkers on and get out of here.”

Glenn lit up the walkers milling about with the flashlight, confirming that they made it through. With that information, you let out a sigh of relief. You sent Glenn and smile and he returned it before looking at the other person with you. 

“Oh, I should probably introduce the two of you. YN, this is Tara. Tara, this is YN,” Glenn said. 

“Nice to meet you,” Tara said. You wordlessly held out your hand and Tara tentatively took it, a slight pink tinge to her cheeks. Making a mental note that the silver of your ring didn’t affect her, you looked at Glenn. 

“Did you do any tests?” You asked him. His eyes widened slightly and he shook his head.

“No, but we don’t have time for that. I have to get to Maggie.”

“Tests?” Tara looked confused and you stopped rummaging in your bag, looking at Glenn.

“You trust her?” 

“Yes,” Glenn said. “I do.”

“Alright. But the second we find the others, I’m doing more tests,” you said. “Now c’mon. It’s gonna take a hot minute to double back and go over the tunnel.”

“Go over? It’ll be faster to just go through.” Glenn was pointing forward and you shook your head.

“That’s too dangerous, Glenn,” you said. “We know where they’re going and we’ll catch up to them. We can’t do that if we get bit.”

“YN—“ Glenn started. You shook your head again. 

“I’m still not at a full one-hundred percent and I know you aren’t either, Glenn. If we push through, we’ll die. I’d rather that didn’t happen.”

“I’m going through, YN,” Glenn said. “And you can’t stop me.” 

Without another word, Glenn started to climb back up the rubble and Tara looked at him. 

“She’s right,” Tara said to Glenn. “It’s too dangerous.”

“I’m going.” 

“Fine,” you said with a huff. Grabbing the flashlight out of his hand, you walked over to the rubble by the wall.

“What are you doing?” Tara asked.

“Making a distraction. They’ll move towards the light and hopefully ignore us.” Wiggling the flashlight to attract the walkers, you set it down carefully and walked back over to Glenn and Tara. 

“Alright. Let’s go.” 

You weren’t happy about this plan, but you knew that Glenn would make good on his promise and go anyways. At least this way, you would stay together. So you climbed down as quietly as you could, Glenn right behind you with Tara bringing up the rear. You were tentatively looking around the corner to see if all the walkers were occupied enough for you to sneak past them when you heard a stone falling behind you. Whipping your head around, you saw that Tara’s leg was stuck underneath a rock. 

“I’m stuck,” Tara whispered, whimpering slightly when Glenn tried to move the rock.

“Glenn, hurry up and get her free,” you hissed. “We gotta get out of here.”

“Go,” Tara said. Glenn looked at her and then at you.

“No,” you both said at the same time.

“Go find Maggie. Find your brothers.”

“We’re not leaving you,” you said. 

“You can’t save me. Even if you managed to get this off of me, I won’t be able to run,” Tara said shakily. “They’ll get all of us because of me.”

“There’s got to be a way,” Glenn said. 

“We don’t leave people behind, Tara,” you said. 

“Get out of here!” She suddenly yelled. “Go!” 

“No,” Glenn said. 

The two of you shared a look and you nodded, grabbing your gun and cocking it. Shooting the walkers that came close, you both ran out of ammo quickly. You unsheathed your knife and Glenn picked up his empty rifle, the both of you ready to go hand-to-hand, when a blinding light appeared. 

“Get down!” Someone yelled. 

Glenn grabbed you, covering you and Tara with his body as gunshots rang out inside the tunnel. When the gunfire stopped, Glenn got off of you and saw Maggie walking towards you. They had a heartfelt reunion and you looked at Sasha, relief coursing through your body when you saw your daughter.

“Charlotte!” You said. Stumbling forward, you took your daughter out of Sasha’s arms and kissed her head before squeezing your best friend tightly.

“Oh thank god. You’re alright? No scratches or bites?” She said, going to check you. 

“No.” You shook your head. “Are you okay? All of you?”

“We’re fine. We were running to meet you when we ran into these people. They said they knew Glenn and that he had gone inside the tunnel. We figured you’d meet up with him and explain what happened so we decided to go back inside and get you that way.”

“Well I’m certainly glad you did,” you said with a laugh. Sasha laughed with you and gave you one last squeeze before letting you go. Tara came up to you and you turned to her, Sasha going back to Bob. 

“Thank you for not leaving me behind,” Tara said. “I know I told you to but I was really scared to die.”

“We’re not the type of people to leave someone behind,” you said. 

“I can tell.” She looked at you and bit her lip, uncertainty flashing across her face.

“What is it?” You asked, bouncing Ada softly.

“You have a kid and you still risked your life for a stranger. Why?”

“The best thing I could do for my daughter in that instant was help a stranger. She was safe with her family and what example would I be setting if I didn’t help someone? Especially if that someone was important to her Uncle Glenn.” You tickled Lottie’s belly and she giggled. A smile appeared on Tara’s face before it was replaced with a frown.

“You mentioned tests earlier. What did you mean?” 

“At the prison, the place we were staying before we got stuck out here, my brothers and I were in charge of talking to all the newcomers. We made sure that they were safe to bring in.” 

“So you did some tests on them?” 

“Yes.”

“Does it hurt?” 

“It shouldn’t.” You grabbed your bag and walked a little ways away, motioning for Tara to follow. She did and you could hear one of the newcomers asking what you were doing. Glenn answered, but you stopped paying attention. 

“So I’m going to do a couple things. All you have to do is do what I say, when I say it,” you said. Rummaging through your bag, you brought out some small pieces of metal. 

“Hold this for a second.” You handed her the pieces of metal and dug around in your bag for your flask. 

“Is something supposed to be happening?” 

“For your sake, no,” you said. Taking the metal from her, you held out your hand. 

“What?” She asked. 

“Give me your arm, please.” 

Tara held out her arm and you pushed her jacket up a little before pouring a little holy water on her. When nothing happened, you nodded your head and packed all the stuff back up. 

“She’s clean,” you called to Glenn. To Tara you said, “You are to wear this ring for the rest of the time you’re with us. If I see that you’ve taken it off then there’s going to be trouble, understand?” 

“Yes,” Tara said. She took the ring you handed her and slipped it on. 

“Clean of what?” The redhead asked, coming towards you. 

“I’ll tell you after I make sure everyone else here is too.” You pointed at him. “You’re next. Follow me.” 

“I’m sorry, honey, but I don’t follow orders,” he said. “I give them.”

“If you don’t follow me and do as I say, I won’t hesitate to put your ass in the dirt,” you said. 

“You couldn’t take me,” he scoffed. You raised your eyebrow but said nothing.

“Abraham,” Glenn said warningly. 

“What? Little thing like her couldn’t do—“ Abraham was cut off by you sweeping his feet out from under him.

“Ass, meet dirt,” you said. “I can do so much more when I’m not holding a baby, so your best chance will be to follow me.” 

Begrudgingly, Abraham followed you. After he passed the tests, you did the same thing to Eugene and Rosita. All of them were clean and you gave them silver rings of their own. They of course questioned everything so you explained to them about the monsters you’ve hunted. They were unbelieving at first, but you managed to convince them that you weren’t crazy. Rosita wasn’t hard to convince, claiming she’d seen some shit before so she went off and secured the tunnel with Tara while Glenn and Maggie dealt with the walker bodies.

“So now that you’ve told us that the dead walking isn’t the only threat out there of that magnitude, let me tell you something that should get your spirits up,” Abraham looked at Eugene and said, “This man right here has to get to DC to help get the world back in order.”

“I’m sorry, that sounded like you meant he has a cure?” Sasha said. 

“I do.” 

Your eyes widened and you shared a look with Sasha. 

“No fucking way,” you blurted with a shake of your head. 

“I’m not joking,” Eugene said. 

“I’ve looked all over my dad’s notes for a cure, talked to as many hunters as I could before shit stopped working and no one knew anything about this,” you said. 

“It’s not a supernatural thing, I can assure you of that. It was man made. That’s all I can say on the subject.” 

“So you’re saying the fate of the world is classified.” You scoffed and crossed your arms. “Of course it is.”

“You should come to DC with us,” Abraham said. 

“I’m not going anywhere until I find my brothers and everyone else,” you said. 

“Glenn, Eugene knows the cure for the walkers,” Sasha said. You looked up to see Glenn and Maggie walking up. 

“Yeah. I’m guessing Abraham asked you to go to DC with him?”

“I’m downright tickled y’all found each other. We should celebrate for the rest of the night. Tomorrow there’s no reason at all why the nine of us plus the little one shouldn’t stuff ourselves in that van and head up to Washington,” Abraham said. 

“He’s right. I’m gonna go,” Tara said. 

“Well I’m not. I still need to find my brothers and my other daughter.”

“He’s wrong, Tara,” Eugene said. “We’re almost sixty percent of the way from Houston to Washington. Up until now, we’ve had a military vehicle and we lost eight people. I don’t think that grocery grabber will do us any better.”

Eugene looked around at everyone. “We’re a day’s walk from Terminus. Who knows what they got there.”

“It won’t hurt to check it out,” Rosita said. “We could load up on supplies, try to recruit some people.”

“I’ll go with you guys. But after we see Terminus. I have to know if my brother’s there,” Sasha said. 

“Me too,” Bob said. “On both counts.”

“Alright. Tomorrow, we’re going to the end of the line,” Abraham said after he stood up. “Then Washington.”

---

Sam and Dean

After a couple days of walking, the six of them came across an abandoned truck. It was the best they’d be able to get with night approaching so a fire was quickly made and the two tiny rabbits Rick had managed to catch roasted up. After the food was gone, Carl and Sophia had gone to sleep in the car while the adults stayed by the fire.  

“Those were really small,” Michonne said, stoking the fire.

“We’ll be at Terminus tomorrow and hopefully get some food there,” Sam said. 

“Have you noticed that all anyone really talks about anymore is food?” Rick said after a second. “I’ve forgotten what it felt like, to be out here.”

“We’ll be somewhere safe soon.”

“If the folks there are taking more people in, they’ve gotta be strong. They’d have to have a system,” Rick said as he kicked out the fire. 

“I’m still wondering if it’s legit,” Dean said. “It just feels too good to be true.”

Right then, a branch snapped behind them and hands went to weapons. No one saw anything out of the ordinary, so Rick and Dean sat down hesitantly. 

“We took people in,” Rick said. 

“So did the Governor,” Michonne said. Sam and Dean looked at each other before looking at the ground. 

“That’s how it is, isn’t it? We don’t get to know until we do.”

“And if it is something like Woodbury?” Sam said, eyes closed. Dean was still looking at the ground. 

“We don’t even know if it’s still there,” Rick said. Dean sighed and rubbed his face. He looked up to see someone holding a gun to Rick’s head. 

“Oh dearie me,” the man said. He looked at Sam and Dean. “I suggest you put those guns away before I shoot your friend in the head.” 

The two of them put their guns on the ground and a couple of the men came up behind them and took the weapons. Michonne had a gun pointed at her head and the unmistakable sound of a gun cocking was heard behind the brothers. 

“You definitely screwed up, asshole,” the man holding Rick at gunpoint said. 

Looking around, Sam noticed that there were six men in total. Two in front of him, two behind him, and two over by the truck where the kids were. The man by Rick was monologuing but Sam wasn’t listening. He was on high alert, trying to find a time to get out of this situation. Then, Daryl popped up. 

“Joe!” Daryl said. He came from behind the truck, holding his crossbow and a trash bag, Beth and an unknown boy right next to him. She was shaking from fear but Dean felt relief crash through his body when he saw that they were both okay. 

“You’re stoppin’ me on eight, Daryl,” Joe said. Daryl walked forward after motioning Beth and the boy to stay put. 

“Just, hold up.” Daryl was now right behind Sam. 

“This is the guy who killed Lou. We got nothin’ to talk about,” one of the men spat. 

“Thing about nowadays is we got nothin’ but time. Say your piece, Daryl,” Joe said.

“These people, they’re good people. You’re gonna let ‘em go.”

“I think Lou would disagree with you on that,” Joe said, a slight stutter in his voice. “I will have to speak for him, of course, seein’ as your friend here, strangled him in a bathroom and left him to turn.”

“Ya want blood, and I get it.” Daryl put his belongings on the ground and spread his arms wide. “Take it from me, man.”

“This man killed our friend. You say he’s good people, but that’s- that’s a lie. It’s a damn lie!” 

Daryl’s face fell for just a second before the two men behind Sam and Dean started beating him. Beth let out a stifled scream and Joe’s attention turned to her. 

“After you teach him good, you can have the girl,” Joe said. Pure terror came over face and she started backing up. 

“Don’t you touch her,” Sam and Dean both said, venom in their voices. 

“That’s not for you to decide,” Joe said. The fighting had moved closer to the kids and then the men over by the truck opened the door, dragging Carl, Adeline, and Sophia outside. 

“You leave them be!” Rick roared. 

He went to stand up but Joe was quick to sit him back down. Rick and Joe were talking but Dean wasn’t listening. He was too busy making sure nothing happened to the kids. Seeing them scared out of their minds was making him seethe in anger, but he was trying to keep a level head. Dean could see Beth and the new kid making their way behind the truck and Dean shook his head when they made eye contact. With his eyes, he signaled towards the woods and Beth nodded. She grabbed the kids hand and when the gun went off, they were running as fast as they could into the trees, Dean following quickly. 

“Oh my god,” Dean said, pulling Beth close when they were far enough away. “Did they hurt you? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Beth said. “They wanted to but Daryl and Noah stopped them.”

“Noah?” Dean turned to the other kid and held his hand out. 

“Thanks for keeping her safe,” Dean said. Noah took his hand and shook it. 

“More like she kept me safe,” Noah said. 

“Now, what are we gonna do about this problem?” Beth asked. “These men are vile and vicious. They’ll keep their promises about beating Daryl to death and hurting everyone if we don’t do anything about it.”

“I’m going to do something about it. The two of you are gonna stay here where you won’t get hurt,” Dean said. 

“But Dean—“

“No. No buts. I just got some of my family back unharmed and it’s going to stay that way. You’re going to stay here and watch each other’s backs while I go and stop these men. I’ll come back for you.” Dean kissed Beth’s forehead before running back to the truck. 

Dean got there just in time to see Rick rip out Joe’s throat. He took advantage of the moment of horror, grabbing his gun and shooting one of the men beating Daryl. Michonne shot the one holding her and Daryl smashed the head of the other man beating him. When Rick advanced on the men holding the kids, both Sam and Michonne shot the one holding the girls while Rick gutted the man who touched his son. The kids were hanging onto Michonne for dear life but when Adeline saw Sam, she bolted over to him. Sam picked her up and ran over to Dean.

“Dean, where’s Beth?” Sam said. 

“Beth and Noah are over there by that clump of trees,” Dean said. He looked at Daryl. “I’m gonna go get them. You should let Sammy look at your injuries.” 

“Alright,” Daryl said, wincing slightly as he took a step forward. Dean ran off into the woods, only slowing down when he got near where he left Beth. 

“Beth,” Dean said softly. “It’s alright, you can come out now.” 

Dean rounded a tree and found Beth standing there with Noah. 

“Are they dead?” She said. Dean nodded and Beth ran up to him, crashing into his arms. Dean ran a soothing hand up and down her back for a few seconds before pulling back. 

“Come on. We should go back.” 

Beth nodded and the three of them walked back to the truck. Sam had dragged the bodies away from the truck before they got back and Dean gave him a grateful look. Carl, Adeline, Sophia, and Michonne were already in the truck. Noah needed no prompting and he got into the passenger seat when Dean opened it for him. Dean led Beth over to the driver’s seat but she shook her head. 

“Can you stay with me?” She asked. Dean looked at her before looking at Sam and Daryl. They nodded and waved him off so he looked back at Beth. 

“Of course I can.” The two of them climbed into the back of the truck and Beth curled into Dean. She fell asleep like that quickly and he sighed, tilting his head back. 

“Night didn’t turn out good, did it?” Dean said to Michonne. 

“No, it didn’t. But at least we got Beth and Daryl back,” she said. 

“How’re the kids?” 

“A little shaken up, but asleep. How’s Beth?”

“The same.” Dean brushed some of her hair away from her face before leaning down to kiss her head. 

“She reminds me so much of YN,” Dean mused quietly. “You should’ve seen her when our dad let us go on our first hunt. She was so scared but once it started, it was like everything clicked into place. She was a natural. Beth’s gonna be the same way, I know it. Sophia and Adeline too.”

“They’re both strong, that’s for sure. Beth just doesn’t know it yet.” 

A few minutes of silence passed before Michonne spoke again. 

“You should get some sleep. We have Daryl and Sam making sure everything’s going smoothly out there. You’re gonna need to keep your strength up,” she said. 

“If you insist,” Dean said. He yawned and shifted slightly, getting comfortable before falling asleep.

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Dean was woken up by Sam a few hours later. Beth was still snoring softly, curled up into his side and Dean blinked wearily before his eyes landed on his brother. 

“Sammy?” Dean slurred, still slightly asleep. 

“We gotta get moving,” Sam said. Dean twisted his head and saw that the other people were already out of the truck. 

“Alright.” Dean stretched and shook Beth awake. 

“Beth?” He said quietly. “Come on, sweetheart. It’s time to get up.”

“Don’t wanna,” Beth said, shoving her face into Dean’s chest. 

“I know, but we gotta get going.” 

Beth let out a full-bodied sigh before sitting up. Letting out a yawn, she stretched and clambered out of the truck. Dean watched as Adeline came up and almost tackled her to the ground in a hug, Sophia and Carl right behind her. He got out of the truck and walked up to Daryl. Clapping him on the back, the two of them looked at Beth being reunited fully with the others. 

“The two of you get out together?” Dean asked. 

“Yeah. She had gone ta find some o’ the kids, ta get ‘em on the bus. Bus got away and we ran outta the prison,” Daryl said. 

“I’m glad she had you to watch over her.”

“She’s strong. Don’t know it yet, but she is.” Daryl glanced at Dean. “Do ya know if anyone else made it out?” 

“I have no idea. YN had taken Charlotte into the cell block to grab some stuff but that’s the last time I saw them.” Dean looked at the ground and took a breath. 

“We’ll find ‘em,” Daryl said, nodding to himself. 

“We will.” The two of them shared a knowing glance and walked over to the bags laying on the ground. 

No other words were spoken as they left the road and got back on the train tracks. Rick and Michonne were leading the group, three of the four kids behind them. Adeline was holding Daryl’s hand as they walked, Sam and Dean bringing up the rear. After a bit of walking, they came across another sign for Terminus.

“We’re gettin’ close,” Daryl said. “Get there ‘fore sundown.”

“Now we head through the woods. We don’t know who they are.” 

“Alright.” 

The nine of them got off of the tracks and into the woods, always wary of their surroundings. It was time to see what Terminus was all about.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

His girls

Daryl Dixon x Original female characters.

Two new girls find a dog, and their very handsome owner.

This is a 3rd person fic featuring my TWD self insert Sherry, and @murdadixon's Tabby. No xReader for this one.

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Daryl couldn't find his dog.

No matter how he called or whistled around the street, the damn mutt would not show his face. So Daryl set out to find him by scent. He quickly caught on and followed his trail around the block, only to round the corner and find him in the front yard of the new arrivals. 

He was belly up on the grass, wagging his tail and being cuddled and scratched by the two girls that Aaron had brought in yesterday on a quick one-man scout trip. As his partner he had gotten updated on the fact but he hadn't seen them in person yet.

But they were good with Dog, so that was a bonus. Now he wouldn't have to always ask Carol to babysit him if he went out for too long.

Daryl stepped up to the girls and cleared his throat, having them both snap their heads up and quickly remove their hands from the animal. 

"We're sorry, sir!" The blonde one spoke fast, hands up in apology.

"Yeah. Didn't know he belonged to someone." The redhead added, mimicking the other's stance.

A low chuckle left the man before he spoke. "S'alrigh. He weren't respondin' but now I get why tha' is." He kept standing around with his hands in his pockets as he couldn't help but notice the way thw girls were staring him up and down. 

"Ya wanna babysit 'em when I go out huntin'?" The two quickly agreed. Having a dog around would surely make settling into the new community a lot easier. 

"Name's Daryl, by the way." They all exchanged names and Daryl gave them some more info on the community and names, together with descriptions of people to find in case they needed something and set off to prepare for his hunting trip. 

Back inside the house the two were talking, guessing and questioning things about their new home, but also happily gushing over the very handsome dog owner from earlier. 

Some time later a woman came by, offering to take them to the community's inventory space and let them pick out some clothes and necessities. "Hi, you're Carol, right?" The lady was happily greeted from the kitchen by the red haired woman, only for the other one to peek her head around the living room corner and chime in too. "Yeah! Daryl told us to find you if we needed anything."

Again, the duo was met with a kind smile but taken a little by surprise as one of them quipped. "He your husband?" 

Carol put a hand to her mouth as she laughed. "Oh, no dear. He's my best friend. He came by to make sure I'd check in on you. See if you were doing okay while you wait on Deanna's word." 

The girls ended up tagging along on a small tour of the community, being shown the larger important areas like the infirmary, inventory and the pantry. Before they went on their trek back to the house they went to pick up their needed items.

Later that day they were met by Deanna, who officially welcomed them into the community and would be assigning them both a job in the upcoming days. 

As the first week ended, Sherry, the blonde girl, had gotten a job at the inventory, repairing any damaged pieces of clothing that came in or patching up curtains, blankets and towels.

Tabby, the redhead had gotten a job at the pantry next door to help Olivia with her job that was becoming a little too much for just one person, making sure inventory was kept and no one took too much off the shelves. 

The girls stayed together that way and quickly became a part of the community.

Thanks to quickly becoming friends with Daryl by dogsitting so often, they were given the option to live with him, since after Carol moved to the Kingdom, his house was almost empty anyways. 

The three of them talked about it and agreed it'd work out fine and within the week after that they both moved in.

Two weeks in their new community and they were living with the gorgeous old man and his adorable dog. 

"Don't think hitting the jackpot was still a thing during the apocalypse." Tabby called from the stovetop. 

"Besides stumbling on a truckload of food, you mean." Sherry called back from the couch, where she was frankensteining a warm hoodie out of old scraps.

The two laughed around together until Daryl came home, announcing he'd be leaving on a multiple day hunting trip. Something about seeing better at night with the full moon up. 

The girls agreed to care for Dog while he was gone, and he brought back quite the amount of game. 

And the next full moon he left again, and brought back a nice haul.

The next moon, the same tale. 

They also learned he was allergic to chocolate. Carol brought cookies on her visits and made sure to tell them not to eat the ones without chocolate since they were specifically made for Daryl. 

"I'm pretty sure I saw him snack on a raw piece of squirrel when he was cutting one up last week." Tabby sat on the couch with her nose in a book. 

"I'm almost entirely convinced he's a werewolf." Sherry shoved a notepad over the book.

"Look, all signs are there." Her voice was a little too excited, but the redhead had to admit her friend had a very clear analysis written down and all points did come together to the same conclusion. 

"So, what now? You wanna sit him down and show him your notes?" 

The blonde shrugged. "I mean, why not?" 

The worst thing that could happen was her being wrong and things being awkward for a while. But she was so convinced she was being right that she couldn't see that happen. 

So the next time he got ready for his hunting trip Sherry spoke up. 

"You know you can just tell us you're a werewolf, right? No need to use weird excuses for your full moon runs." 

Daryl had stopped dead in his tracks at her words. Obsessively retracing his steps to figure out how they could have figured it out. But now his clearly panicked state gave him away, and sighed in defeat. "Aigh', how'dya figure it out?" 

Before Sherry could talk, Tabby had jumped up. "Wait, for real?" She let out an excited squeal. "Show us, pleasee?"

Daryl took a step back, still stuck being caught so off guard by two women who only knew him for a few months.

"She means we'd love to see you be your real self, no need to hide when we're around. Snack on squirrels if you're hungry, we don't care." A notepad covered in detailed writing was handed to him and he looked it over. His brows raising with how impressed he was she had managed to gather all this info before coming to the right conclusion. 

"M'still goin' on tha hunt. Talk after, yeah?" Two nods let him know it was all good, and he went out with a much more calm feeling this time around, knowing he'd have them waiting back at home no matter what. 

So he hunted in the surrounding forest, now feeling like he was being truly useful and not disgusting for once. 

Not that he had issues with being a werewolf, he just hated always having to be careful and hide it all the time. 

But now he could be home whenever he wanted, even when his mind howled at him and he had a hard time hiding his claws and fangs. 

He hunted more this run. Brought back two deer and a nice stash of rabbits and squirrels. He almost caught a boar too but he let it go to get a stray walker away from his deer.

Back home the two women had prepared him a nice meal as a peace offering. An apology for catching him so off guard before he left. 

Never in his life had he felt so welcome, but this was his home now. Him and his two girls. 

His girls.

No, the girls that he shared a home with. Not his girls. 

But they were his girls. His mind told him so. That night in bed he dreamt. He watched as they cuddled up with Dog, giving him head scratches and belly rubs as his vision slowly distorted and he saw his own shifted self in place of his canine companion. The blonde rubbed her tits against his muzzle as the other stroked his cock as she rubbed herself on his thigh.

He woke up panting, feeling like he was about to shift. From a goddamn wet dream..

He spent longer in his downstairs bedroom that morning. Although they said he'd be food to walk around how he wanted, he didn't want his fangs to be on display or his claws to be out but no matter what he tried it wouldn't fade. At least he wasn't painfully hard anymore.

He gave himself a pep talk before heading up to the main floor and praying the girls were out already. 

"Hey Dee, wow." Tabby gave the man a once over, seeing his clawed hand as he raked it through his messy hair and offering him the drink she had gotten for herself. "Rough night?" 

Daryl only grumbled in response before downing the drink and heading out to the back porch for a smoke. 

And of course there he ran into the other cause of his annoyance. Sherry happily cooing at his dog as she brushed out his tangled fur.

"You look like the full moon hasn't decided to leave just yet, dude. Why not sleep in?" She suggested as she followed his figure sitting down and lighting up a smoke and grumbling some more. He disliked speaking with his fangs out.

"You can always just shift all the way to let out the frustration. You know, like a reset button." It wasn't something he had thought of before, and was now contemplating to do so. 

"Just let us watch. Tabby'd be over the moon." 

Oh how he hated that they were getting what they wanted and it being good for him too.. But he agreed and led her back inside and calling Tabby over.

"S'yer lucky day I guess. Sit." And without question they sat. 

In front of them Daryl had dropped to his knees and let the change take over. Deep, growling breaths filled the room as he became more beast than man in mere seconds and eventually was fully transformed. He watched his housemates on the couch as they stared, wide eyed and squirming. Thighs rubbing together as they stared. Downward?

His cock stood at full attention thanks to the source of his frustration. 

But neither of the girls was staring in disgust.

No, the absolute opposite.

They were interested. Their arousal was clear as day and he wasn't entirely sure how to respond. 

"Want help with that, big boy?" 

"I'll go lock the doors." 

Both women were on their feet within seconds as Daryl sat there, processing the whole situation but not really getting to before he was being touched all over. "Just move us to where you want us, yeah?" A soft nod let them know he understood as he laid on his back. 

One large paw went to tug at Tabby's sweats as the other one pawed at Sherry's top. 

The hint was clear as they undressed and waited for his next order.

Within moments he had them both settled like he saw in his dreams. His thigh soaked as one grinded herself down on it and a wet pair of tits against his muzzle, his thick tongue lapping at her nipples and a rough paw pad rubbing at her clothed pussy.

Their combined moans and the feeling of their hands around his shaft were so good it didn't last long before he spilled all over his stomach. He helped them both over the edge as well before relaxing back onto the floor and pulling them both close to him. 

From that moment on his two housemates did become His girls. A mutual agreement between the three of them.

More fun was had whenever one of them had a bad day, or when they were all in the mood. In both human and shifted form neither of the girls backed down and had their fun with him. 

He really had hit the jackpot. 

He was almost done with the day, stepping onto his porch as he caught one of the girls' voice saying something very interesting.

He knew he shouldn't, bjt he couldn't help but eavesdrop

"Man.. I wish I could have his puppies." Tabby slumped on the couch, tired after a long workday. 

"I mean, if you want I can carry it for ya?" Sherry came in too, offering her a plate of food. "Would you do that? Thought that shit scared you so much." The redhead happily chowed down on the meal, offering thanks between spoonfuls.

"Babies? Never in my life. Puppies? No problem with those." She offered her friend a kind smile. "Besides, that's what friends do. Being surrogate moms for their besties? We'll have to go ask around for a breast pump and a bottle though. So you can at least bottle feed the furball."

Daryl had a hard time containing his excitement, but managed to calmly smoke another cigarette before going into the house, pretending he didn't hear any of that.

Between then and the day Daryl left for his next full moon hunting trip Tabby and Sherry puzzled together a list of needed items, from vitamins to the breast pump and bottle, to maybe some nice stretchy pants or maternity clothes.

All while Daryl waited for them to ask him about the one thing that had been screwing with his focus for over a week now. 

With his stuff packed and ready to leave he was stopped by a hand with a piece of paper smacked against his arm, a flushed Tabby beside him who hid her face behind her hair.

"W'sthis?" He took the paper and went to unfold but another smacked hand stopped him. "List for Sherry and me. Please open it when you're outside the walls, okay?" 

Daryl mumbled something about strange women and their words, but he agreed and pocketed the paper. He kissed her goodbye and set out to find Sherry at her workplace before leaving on his trip.

Sherry was easily found in her workplace and was informed of the secret little list he was given, said his goodbyes and now left for the gates.

As soon as Daryl was out on the main road he stopped his bike and took the small paper from his pocket. Its contents had been mulling around in his mind ever since he touched it.

But he wouldn't have guessed this was how his girls would have played their cards. 

The list was full of baby stuff. And underlined in red sat those two things he heard them talk about. 

His hunting would have to be delayed for a bit. His first stop was Hilltop. 

He thanked the baby doctor for his donation and caught up with Maggie before setting out again, leaving a large deer at their gate as a thanks that same night. He hunted and stashed his kills for the remainder of his time and took quick runs into nearby areas to scout for the listed items. 

He had a large backpack with his girls' items and a good amount of meat gathered at the edge of the woods near the Alexandria gates.

His excitement to return home was clear as he returned earlier than usual, dropping the animals that hadn't been retrieved yet off at the pantry and heading for his house immediately after.

Welcomed by his girls he dumped the bag on the coffee table, right in front of them. 

"Ya girls planned on askin' me nicely?" 

It was clear they weren't gonna say a word, so he was just gonna ask a million yes or no questions even though he knew the answers already.

He found it crazy how they could so openly talk about it with each other but as soon as he asked they'd be all flustered and shy about it.

"So ya want pups." A set of nods meant yes.

"And yer too scared ta ask?" More nodding.

He gave his next question some thought. He wasn't needed in the community for the next two days as those were his given resting days. And since they were both home it meant they had nowhere to be either. 

"Wanna head upstairs?" 

Sherry shrugged and got up to follow while Tabby stayed behind. 

"You too," Daryl stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "Yer as much part'a this as her." 

Daryl treated his girls equally. Always making sure they got just as many kisses and cuddles. Naptime was always shared and he always made sure both of them were all the way asleep and comfortable before passing out in between them at night.

But of course he also made sure they both came at least twice, three times each before finishing himself. Twice ofcourse. 

And that's how every moment they had together was spent for the next week. Up in the largest bedroom, round after round untill Tabby was too sore and fucked out, and Sherry was pregnant.

Daryl had permanently moved into the main house now, staying at their side whenever he wasn't out.

It was a known fact Daryl wasn't human, but that was all good as long as he stayed human within the walls and outside his home. And people had already started catching on about the two new girls being together with him as he never cared to hide  how he felt for them. Some found it weird and had their opinions, but they knew better than to voice them openly. 

But now one of them was pregnant, and people were concerned about her. 

Did she want it? Was it planned? Was it even healthy? Wasn't the other one jealous?

Those questions didn't last long, though. They faded quickly after a little incident at the pantry when Sherry, with her bump clearly visible by now, came to pick up some extra food and Tabby and her overheard whispers coming from others nearby.

Tabby was working so she could only kindly request they take their items and leave, but Sherry and her hormones weren't having it and snapped at them, making a bigger scene than necessary but not caring at all because someone dared to badmouth her family and she wasn't gonna let that slide.

She had rounded the shelf in seconds and snapped at the women. 

"How about you keep your nose out of our business and spend more time with it up your husband's ass so he won't have to grope a different girl each week huh?" 

Tabby hid a laugh behind her hands while the women loudly gasped at the insult. 

The offended one huffed. "Well." She puffed out her chest and stood tall. "You two sleep with nasty monsters." She scoffed at the two as the other middle aged, probably high class before, woman backed her up with an even less insulting remark. 

Now both of the girls laughed out loud. "Wow she really got us there." The sarcasm dripped off the words like venom. "Yeah, wow. Tabby, why didn't you tell me our man wasn't human?" Their laughs came from deep as they kept talking. "Our sweet, loyal beast." The emphasis on 'loyal' was strong, and a clear jab at the woman's cheating husband. 

Daryl had long made his entrance to the scene, staying back with a wide grin on his face as he watched his girls stand up for themselves and tear into the other women with nothing but truths and observations. 

Olivia had made her way into the pantry as well, now shooing both duos out of the door. At least Sherry got her items and Tabby now got the rest of the day off. 

Their happy giggles continued as they stepped onto the street, Daryl joining them only seconds later. "Yer insane, the both of ya." He fell into step in between them and moved to kiss both their cheeks. "Thanks fer defendin' me. Them old hags dun' like me very much."

It was a fun but tiring event, and the three of them called dog upstairs with them and piled on the bed for cuddles and some much needed rest.

The next month and a half passed quickly. And with some careful communication the trio had made a trip to Hilltop and get an ultrasound done and got the greatest news.

Although it did spike Sherry's anxiety, she was over the moon when the screen showed not one, but two little squirmy pups. "Look at that! One little nugget for both of us in one go!" Tabby happily but cautiously hugged her friend as Daryl shared encouraging words and praise. 

The way back home went by a lot quicker with the three all buzzing with excitement.

Luckily there wasn't much more waiting to be done as the last week approached fast. 

Bedrest sucked a little less with a dog always at her side and two adorably concerned people in the house making sure she was doing okay. All the time. Up to the second her water broke.

When her contractions had started Daryl had sent Tabby to fetch some items they'd need from the infirmary and got back as fast as possible to not miss anything. 

It took almost an entire day but eventually both pups were out and nursing. 

With both pups asleep, Sherry laid in bed. She kept nodding off while she tried to focus on pumping some more milk. She didn't want to keep nursing them both and risk them not imprinting on Tabby as their mother. 

Tabby, who laid next to her in bed, two pups snuggled against her bare skin. 

Daryl was all over the place, cleaning up the mess and making sure there'd be enough food prepped and up for grabs. No matter how bad he wanted to lay in bed with his girls and pups, he was going to make sure every needed task was done before resting. 

This went on for days. The girls spending all their time with the pups as Daryl made quick work of needed things and joined them afterwards.

He came from the kitchen with three bowls of stew balanced in his hands and set them out on the coffee table. They were still too hot to eat immediately so he took his time to settle down between his girls who were lovingly feeding their pups, both having picked their favorite momma. 

They had really hit the jackpot here in their home in Alexandria.

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[theteasetwrites]

You're way too full of yourself for someone that can't do the basic of being neutral about the physical appearance on a xReader, excluding a lot of people

All right let's get some things straight, tho I doubt you have the reading comprehension or intelligence to understand anything I am about to tell you, so maybe it's a waste of time and I am giving you too much credit by assuming you will use the one brain cell you possess to read this in its entirety, but I am passionate enough about this to defend myself to a moron like you. To make things easier for your feeble little brain, I have bolded significant elements of my response (and keep in mind, I am not responding this in-depth because I care about you, I am doing it to a) insult you because you're pathetic, and b) spread this message to others because I do want to take this opportunity to clarify some important things).

First of all, I am assuming you are referring to my series, The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning, because that is the only piece of writing I have done that somewhat alludes to the possibility of the Reader having a specific appearance (which, by the way, it doesn't really).

Spoiler for the series, but the Reader character is Aaron's sister. This is the only aspect of the Reader that alludes to her physical appearance, because Aaron is white. Yes, Aaron is white. Does that mean the Reader is white too? Idk, who gives a shit. It's fanfiction. She can look however you want, she can be any race you want to imagine, I literally don't care.

Real talk, do you think that you're ever actually going to be in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, fighting alongside Daryl Dixon, and living in the world of The Walking Dead? No? Well, then you can suspend your disbelief to comprehend that zombies are real, then you can also suspend your disbelief to imagine you're some fictional man's sister. Or, you can simply not fucking read it if you have an issue with it.

Also, are you a librarian? Are you from Virginia? Do you like vintage dresses and do you snort when you laugh? Was your mom a religious zealot who sold Avon? Was your dad a plumber? NO? Oh, well then why don't you complain about those things too while you're at it. Here's the thing about x Reader fanfiction: there is never, ever going to be an x Reader fanfiction where the Reader insert is completely neutral, without any characterization. If you want to read something where the Reader insert has absolutely no characterization and is a complete blank slate, good fucking luck trying to find it. And if you do, it's gonna be boring as Hell.

For a series like that (92 parts and counting rip), the character NEEDS to have some sort of characterization. She is a person. She needs definition, otherwise she'd be boring as Hell and basically just a stock character with no discernible qualities.

When I decided the reader was going to be Aaron's sister, I did it solely based on Aaron's personality and characterization, and I wanted the reader to be a sister of an existing character. That was a significant element of what I wanted to write, and for that to happen, she was bound to be related to someone who has a race (because you know... everyone has a race). So, I chose Aaron—he's optimistic, funny, caring, empathetic, sometimes a little naive, brave, open-minded, family-oriented, loyal, a bit of a hopeless romantic... Wow he's just like my reader character. He could've been any race, but he happens to be white. The point is, he's a lot like the characterization for the reader.

My reader insert for that series is a character. I've said many times that she is essentially an OC, but I do like the idea of people reading it to imagine their own OC in terms of physical appearance, so that's why I wrote it in second person/in x Reader format. Does Reader being Aaron's (a white man's) sister sort of jeopardize that? Well, yeah, possibly, but like I said, it's fanfiction. It's not always going to be completely realistic, and if someone reading my series (or ANY of my fanfiction) wants to imagine that Reader is a POC, DO IT!!! That's awesome, DO IT. Who gives a shit if Aaron is white? You're already fucking a fictional man who doesn't exist.

The point is, I wanted to characterize the reader, and I like the x Reader format, so I used that instead of creating a full on OC. I get if you maybe would rather not read it because of that, but to come on here and try to insult me (by the way you did a shitty job because this is just funny to me), I'm going to insult you back.

Okay, second of all, I literally have never defined ANY reader's appearance. I literally have no idea what you're talking about. I try to always remain neutral when describing her appearance, but here's the thing, if I do accidentally imply something about her appearance, who gives a shit? Just move past it and imagine whatever fucking person you want like dude it's not that hard use your tiny walnut brain.

Oh, and you say I am fULL OF MYSELF? Bitch I hate myself more than you ever could, you wish you hated me as much I do like you can't even COMPETE with my self-hatred, my self-hatred has LEVELS, my self-hatred spans time itself, my self-hatred is an ancient primordial being you wish you knew the extent of it but I fear you're too fucking stupid to even understand it.

Okay that was a really long response but I just wanted to clear things up. Basically, suck my cock anon I hope your day is shitty <3

[sl-ut]

survive

pairing: daryl dixon x reader

description: you weren’t built to survive this world, but daryl was determined to make sure that you would. you weren’t built to survive this world, and fate was determined to make sure that you wouldn’t.

warnings: character death, sad daryl :(((((, graphic description of wounds/blood, swearing, no use of y/n

era: post-terminus, pre-alexandria

words: 3.7K

date posted: 09/01/22

Though he would never admit it, there were very few moments after the apocalypse had begun when Daryl had felt truly alone. It had been mere days into it when he had joined the group at the quarry just outside of Atlanta (and even before then, he at least had Merle to keep him company), then the group had fallen upon the CDC, Hershel’s farm, and the prison. In fact, the most helpless he had felt during the whole ordeal was after Sophia was finally found in Hershel’s barn. Still, over the course of everything that had occurred in the last year and a half, give or take, Daryl was able to rely on one thing that he was always sure to depend on; You.

Daryl hadn’t expected to have ever found somebody like you in his time on this earth, neither in the old world nor the new. You were not unlike most of the others in the beginning, and you hadn’t stuck out to Dayl beyond being yet another pretty face in the crowd until nearly two weeks after he and Merle had joined the group. With a skip in your step and a melodic tune to your voice, you ignored each of his older brothers’ objectifying comments and wandering eyes as you offered two cups of cold lemonade made from the small dish of powdered mix that Glenn had brought back from one of his runs. From then on, he began to notice the small smiles that you offered him, each eye roll that seemed to take control over your entire body as Shane spoke so condescending, and began to feel a twisting sensation in his guts as he watched your eyes crinkle and you grinned from afar. You were not built for this world, but Daryl saw a change in you over the months, and he finally began to believe that you were meant to survive through it all, perhaps even outlive the rest of the group. The days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and the distance between you and himself grew shorter and shorter until he was able to see that smile up close, feel it against his own flesh. He no longer just wanted you to survive, he needed you to. But as fate would have it, good things never last.

The archer felt physically ill at the sight, unsure whether or not he should just stare at the wound in hopes that he was imagining it or if he should attempt to touch you, to feel the deep teeth marks in your flesh as you lifted the hem on your shirt to expose your bloodied abdomen.

Maggie had been the first to react. She uttered your name with a crack to her voice as she rushed forward, pressing her hand against the wound in an attempt to control the bleeding, though her efforts were futile. No medicinal practice could save you from this fate, but still, she pushed the dirty rag against your side in the place of a bandage.

Daryl watched wordlessly, shifting his weight from side to side in shock as his mind reeled to comprehend what had just happened, then glancing over at the small man who you had just accidentally traded your life in for. The priest seemed unsure of his place among his saviours after costing one of them their life, but quickly began offering refuge to Rick as he pestered him with questions. His trance was broken as Rosita bumped him on her way by, having fished out some spare gauze from her pack, tightly wounding the fabric around your waist and tying it off with a knot. Daryl stumbled forward, bow narrowly missing his toes as it slipped from his fist. His hand instead reached for the collar of the priest’s black button-up shirt, grunting as the fabric merely grazed his fingertips as Glenn and Abraham each held under one of his arms in order to restrain him from attacking the cowering man. He struggled against them for a few moments, only relenting as your voice finally cut through the others.

“Daryl,” You didn’t sound weak, per se, but there was a slight wavering to your voice that drew his attention to you. You were closer than you had been before, peering just over Glenn’s shoulder at the man with glossy eyes.

He shrugged out of their tight grips, finally turning to touch you for the first time since your fate had been sealed. The situation seemed to have settled into his brain as tears suddenly burned at his waterline. Your lips moved as you reached up to stroke his face under your calloused palms, though his ears could not pick up on any of your words. Slowly, he reached for his knife, lifting your shirt to peel back the gauze that Rosita had only just applied. Your eyes widened, pushing away from him as Rick stepped between the two of you with a hand on his holstered gun.

“We can cut it off,” Daryl mumbled, “ ‘t’s not deep. Worked for Hershel, it’s gotta work now.”

“You know it doesn’t work like that,” Rick tried to reason with him, snatching the knife out of his grasp. “Besides, that knife’s dirty and we don’t have any sort of antibiotics to help her. I’m sorry.”

“Daryl,” You spoke again, drawing his eyes past the former deputy to where you stood, huddled between the two women who had rushed to help you, “Please, don’t.”

He grunted, shaking his head as he choked back a sob, as you pushed your way through the people who had placed themselves between the two of you, curling yourself into his chest. One of his hands gripped the back of your shirt in a fist, the other laced through your hair gently as he held you against him. Your body trembled against him lightly, though it became clear to him that you were actively trying to hold yourself together for his sake rather than your own.

“I have a church,” The priest, Gabriel, offered, “We can take her there, it’ll be more comfortable than out here.”

Rick shared a glance with Daryl, though it was clear to him that Daryl would not allow you to continue on in this state, and the church was their only option. Gabriel led the way, responding to each question that he was asked with uncertain answers as Daryl scooped you into his embrace, pinning you tightly against his chest. It must have been a funny sight, one that in any other situation, the pair of you might have even laughed at; Your legs swinging over one of his arms while a string of squirrels swayed from the other.

“I can walk, you know,” You mused, and Daryl wondered how you could be beaming up at him in such a way when you were certain to die, “It doesn’t even hurt yet, D.”

“Don’t matter.” He grumbled, barely sparing a glance down at you as you pressed your cheek against his shoulder, “Fever’s gonna hit soon, should save yer energy.”

“You should save yours,” You retorted, “Daryl, you’re running on fumes right now, and you’re gonna need your strength if you’re gonna find Beth, heh?”

“Daryl,” Maggie appeared at his side, “It’s okay. If she says she’s fine to walk, then you should let her.”

He thought for a moment, then slowed his pace to a stop to allow your legs to slip out of his grasp and your feet met with the unlevel ground. Daryl kept a loose grip on your shirt as the two of you kept on, following behind the rest of the group. You hardened your face, wanting to appear stronger under the pitiful stares of your fellow survivors.

The church was small, easily overlooked, which explained how Gabriel had survived so long when he was… well, Gabriel. Daryl finally released his grip on you, pushing you gently towards Maggie as he and Rick stormed through the front doors of the church, sweeping through the building in search of any threat.

“I spent months here without stepping out the front door,” Gabriel told them as they returned, “If you found someone inside, well, it would be a surprise.”

Maggie wrapped her arm around your shoulder, guiding you up the center aisle and sitting you in the front pew. You rolled your eyes at her maternal mannerisms, gently shrugging her away as you mustered up a smile.

“Mags, it doesn’t hurt and there’s no symptoms of fever yet. I’m okay.”

She scowled, “You’re not. If you don’t have a fever yet, it’ll start soon and then–”

“Hey, hey,” Glenn touched his wife’s bicep gingerly, “Remember Jim? I told you about him, before the farm. He lasted almost two days before…”

She blinked, glassy eyes avoiding meeting both your own and her husband’s. Reaching back into her bag, Maggie offered a bottle of painkillers.

“Least let me clean it,” She whispered, “And take these. Maybe it doesn’t hurt yet, but it will soon.”

With a huff, you agreed, taking a seat on the front pew and lifting your shirt. You winced as she peeled away the gauze, revealing the torn skin and teeth marks embedded in your side. Maggie dabbed at the wound with a damp rag, shaking her head as you scolded her for using what little water she had left on you. You managed to get the pills down with a grunt, screwing your face up at the dryness of your throat. You thanked her earnestly, turning your gaze upwards to catch sight of Daryl as he marched towards you.

“How is she?” He asked Maggie as she tightened the gauze back around your ribs, as if you weren’t sitting right in front of him.

“Fine,” You sneered, “Doctor Maggie has me patched up, ready to take on the world again.”

He nodded, kneeling down to level his face with your own, “Hey, Carol and I are gonna go check out the area. Ya gonna be alright?”

You nodded, raising your hand to cup his cheek, “I’ll still be here when you get back.”

“Take it easy. No more saving lives.”

His own hand moved to cover yours, squeezing tenderly before he stood up. His fingers ghosted over the crown of your head as he moved past, his gaze holding your own over his shoulder until he finally exited the building.

The afternoon began to turn to early evening by the time the others began to return from the food bank, large grins on their faces as they hauled carts of canned goods into the church. Daryl and Carol returned not much later than the others.

Daryl dropped the jugs of water onto the earth carelessly as the church came into view, jaw clenching as he spotted your figure near the back of the building, doing quite literally anything other than ‘taking it easy,’ as he had told you to do.

“The hell ‘re ya doin’?” He gruffed as he stomped closer to you.

Abraham and Rosita shared a look as the archer grasped your arm, pulling you away from the small bus. The pair had declined your initial offer to help them repair the bus, but you were much more persistent than they had expected. Regardless of their rejection, you had taken up a spot at the hood, tinkering around with different bits and bobs.

“Thought I told ya to take it easy.”

You huffed, turning to gaze up at him, “Daryl, when have you ever known me to follow orders?”

“I don’t care,” He scowled, “Why don’t ya just go sit down for a minute? Rick's brought food back and–” He retracted his hand, disturbed by the moisture that had settled over your skin. “Yer sweatin’.”

You shrugged, “So? It’s hot out.”

Rosita moved to press her hand against your forehead, frowning at the obvious rise in your internal temperature, “You’re starting to burn up.”

You sighed, setting the wrench that you had been holding down as you moved to instead wrap your arms around yourself. Daryl flattened his palm against your back, prompting you to curl into him.

“I’m sorry,” You murmured, “I just… I don’t like feeling useless. And the more time that I sit and do nothing, the more it really sets in”

“Come on,” Rosita placed her hand just above Daryl’s against your spine, “Let’s go inside. You need to rest.”

Finally, you nodded, allowing the pair to lead you inside. Rick met you at the door, lifting your head to take in your appearance, saddened eyes narrowing at the sight of your weak smile and perspired flesh. Daryl shook his head as they locked eyes, continuing past the former deputy to help you inside.

“There’s a couch,” Gabriel spoke up as you were set into one of the pews, “In my office, she’ll be more comfortable.”

You shook your head, “No, I don’t wanna be alone. I’m okay here.”

You settled into the wooden seat with a quiet groan, the pain finally beginning to settle into your bones as your movement stilled. Your skin burned and your muscles felt as if they were constructed of jelly rather than tissue and elastic fibers. Your eyes closed, and in the brief moment when the world was dark, you even considered never opening them again in favour of facing the harsh light that filtered in through the stained glass windows overlooking the altar, though the prompting pokes against your right cheek forced your eyelids to part just enough to take in the worried stare of the archer– your archer. You smiled up at him as well as you could, hoping to make light of your situation.

“Y’know, this isn’t exactly what I imagined when I pictured you carrying me down the aisle.”

Daryl did not appear to be amused in the slightest as he forced the slightly crumpled plastic water bottle to your cracked lips, “Shut up.”

“Hey,” You pushed the bottle aside as you swallowed the small amount of water, “I’m trying to keep things light. Honestly, our roles should be reversed; You making shitty jokes to make me laugh while I grumble about the fact that I’m gonna die.”

“That what this is to ya?” He spat, finally meeting your gaze for more than a fleeting moment, “A joke?”

“D–”

“After all we been through,” Daryl shook his head, “Ya just go ahead and get bit, work yourself half to death even though I told ya not to, then sit here and laugh about it. Not even considering the fact that I–” The words caught in his throat, “That the rest of us are gonna have to go on without ya. I’m gonna have to go on without ya.”

Your lips parted, shaping the beginnings of the several responses that you debated on after taking a moment to mull over his confession, though the only syllables that you managed were that of his name. You had spent so much time trying to relish in what time you had left, you hadn’t even given thought to what would come after; What would become of those who you’d grown to care for as your family over the course of the last few years. What would become of Daryl, the man you had fallen in love with despite all odds, who was equally as broken and vulnerable as you were in this moment.

Daryl had confided in you many a time, whispers in the dark about how he wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for you. This prompted a loud scoff from you as you reminded him of the many people who he had saved, and who he had provided for time and time again.

Nah, that’s just survivin’, he had told you, but this, you’re what keeps me livin’.

And there he was, Daryl Dixon, dying before your eyes just as you did his, though not quite as literally. You shakily raised your hand, laying a clammy palm against his dirt-covered cheek as your bottom lip slowly began to quiver, and for the first time since the world had ended, the feeling finally set in; You were about to die.

Rick sidled up to squat down next to the archer, uttering your name in a quiet desperate voice as he pleaded with you to allow them to bring you to the couch, watching through sorrowful eyes as your body began to wilt. You glanced up at the stained glass, inhaling deeply as you took a final look around to observe your family, taking in their faces for what was likely the last time before nodding, allowing your body to fall limp as each of the men grasped you beneath your arms, guiding you into the back room of the church. You gasped as your back met with the hard cushions, yet you still felt more comfortable than you had since the prison as you settled in, tightening your fingers around Daryl’s as he laced them together. The former deputy smiled down at you with red-rimmed, glossy eyes before he bent at the hips, pushing your hair away from your moist forehead with his hand before pressing a long kiss onto the feverish flesh.

Over the course of the next few hours, each of your comrades made the effort to come say goodbye, disheartened stares watching as your condition worsened. Maggie and Glenn each sat with you, sharing tearful farewells and sloppy kisses to your cheek; Sasha, Tyreese, and Bob thanked you for everything you had done for them; Carl brought Judith to lay on your chest for a few moments, hiding his own watery eyes behind his fringe; Even Abraham and Rosita stopped in to briefly give their regards, all the while Daryl remained perched in the corner of the room, moving to return to your side each time that you were left alone together.

“I’m sorry,” You croaked, cracked eyes finding his deep-set scowl in the darkness of the room, aided only by the single candle on the table next to the couch.

“Ya ain’t got nothing to apologise for.”

“For the jokes,” You continued, ignoring his dismissal, “I guess I just– I don’t even know… The moment I stopped to let myself breathe, it all just seemed so real. I don’t want to die afraid, I wanna be happy when I go. I just wanna be… with you.”

He watched you closely, clenched jaw acting as a last resort of keeping his emotion off of his face. Wordlessly, he lifted your torso from the couch, allowing himself to settle into the hard cushions as you curled into him, cheek pressing against his shoulder snugly as he pulled you to lay across his body. Daryl frowned as you began to tremble in his grasp, quiet sniffles filling his ears as you finally began to cry.

His palm ran flat over the length of your back as he made no attempt to quiet you, just allowing you to cry, fighting his own tears away in order to be there for you, not the other way around. Daryl sat there with you, hand massaging the flesh of your back gently as you wept until your cries eventually slowed and came to a halt. Daryl couldn’t tell if you had just stopped crying or if you had cried yourself to sleep, but regardless, he remained silent as he held you, relishing in the way that your pulse point felt beneath his rough fingertips as he dragged them across your arm.

“Daryl?” Your whisper was weak, barely audible over your light breathing.

He hummed in response, turning his head to face you, ignoring the ache that had begun in his neck at the uncomfortable angle.

“I love you.”

A stuttered breath escaped his lips as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “I love ya, too.”

You smiled up at him, though your eyes betrayed how much pain you were actually in. He could tell that you didn’t have much time left.

“Can you kiss me?”

He wasted little time before pressing his lips to yours; Cracked, dry lips meshing against cracked, dry lips, eagerly pushing against each other repeatedly. Daryl’s cheeks felt wet as he gripped your neck, not allowing you to pull away for a few moments as he absorbed as much of you as possible. His lips parted from yours as a small sob escaped him.

“Thank you,” You muttered, voice heavy and slurred as your eyes fluttered shut.

Daryl moved to rest his head against yours, allowing himself to rise and fall with each of your shallow breaths, only moving when he felt you still, your chest contracted on final time as your heart came to a slow stop. He held you for a few moments longer before reality set in; You could potentially turn and reanimate within minutes, which he didn’t want to see happen to you, nor did you want it to happen to yourself.

Daryl withdrew his blade from the holster in his belt, allowing it to linger on your temple as he stared down at your face longingly, then finally closed his eyes as the blade pressed into your skin, broke through the layers of your skull before meeting your brain, keeping your eyes from ever opening again.

Then, Daryl cried. He openly wept, finally able to express his emotions without having to hold back for your own sake. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there for, cradling your limp frame in his shaking arms as he muffle his sobs into your hair, though he stayed there until his eyelids felt heavy and his brain began to function on autopilot.

This is what he meant by the difference between surviving and living; Alone, he could do things to keep himself alive without a second thought, but being mindful about certain decisions, those that affected you as well as himself. Now, you were gone, and there was suddenly no desire in him to continue making those decisions. From then on, Daryl’s motivation was simply to survive, but not for himself, for you.

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[bakedcrispss]

y/n: i couldn't sleep last night

daryl: they say if you can't sleep someone's thinking about you

y/n: who's thinking about me at 3am?

daryl: [ silent panic ]

[sweetandsourfics]

Ink Stain

Daryl Dixon x Reader | Prison Arc | Slightly NSFW

Summary: Daryl got a teasing glimpse of a tattoo that he never suspected a girl like her having, and now it's the only thing on his mind.

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual thoughts 

Author's note: I strongly believe that Daryl is a man that loves a tramp stamp! The reader in the story is based on my TWD OC. Please let me know what you think if you want me to do more TWD stories. 

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Daryl knew you had tattoos the ship and campus that stains your forearm made it apparent. Along with a few added mentions of other ink hidden along your body. But seeing that you had a tramp stamp stirs something within Daryl.

He can't stop thinking about it. It's been days maybe a week since he saw the black ink peaking out of the waistband of your jeans. The obscene thoughts of your run wild in his mind makes the blood rush to his lower regions and guilt swing of his heart.

You're young attractive, sweet with an edge. He likes that. Your tramp stamp is the cherry on top.

Daryl doesn't even know what the full design looks like and it's nearly killed him in two ways. He almost wrecked the bike and himself as the thought of you. The roses, vines and barbwire taunt him.

Having you on all fours, that fabulous ass up in the air. Your voice heavy with lust moaning out his name- no. No, he needs to stop thinking of you like that. He needs to focus on surviving.

Cars need fixing, fences need to be cleared, people need to be fed. Sex and love is now a luxury.

Time escaped Daryl before he knew it he had Carol nagging him to come and have dinner. He waved her off Carol left not without throwing a tease towards him.

Twenty-minuets went by before the silence was disrupted.  Your kind voice calls out towards him. "Hey."

Daryl looks over his shoulder, and there you are. In clothes that have seen better days but yet you wear them like they were made for you. The sweetest smile he's ever seen marks your lips.

"Hey" Daryl grunts turning back to the engine he's tinkering with. You move to the side of the car, "got ya some food." you wave the plate under his nose.

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips but he mumbles. "'M fine."

Just like Carol, you don't take no for an answer. "Come on, you need to eat."

Unlike Carol, he hasn't learnt to say no to you get. One look from and you have this old red neck as putty in your hands. Daryl stands up straight, whipping his hands on the rag. You had made a light-hearted joke that he eats more grease and oil than actual food.

You hand him his plate as he leans his back on the car and you shuffle over to lean next to him. Silence falls over the two of you but the night was anything but. The chatter and laughter of the prisons' residences, soft crackles of the fires and then the ghoulish cries of the dead.

You gently kick his boot with yours. "Everyone wants to thank you for huntin' that buck."

"It's nothin'," Daryl grumbles picking at his plate slower than before.

"Maybe nothin' to you but it's everything for a lot of people."

Praise that is still something that Daryl isn't used to. He was just getting used to your praise and kind comments, and now everyone is shouting them at him where ever he walks. He killed a buck it's not that big of a deal. Hell, he bets if he puts a crossbow in your hands that you'll bring home a better kill.

The movement beside him draws Daryl out of his mind. You're now standing, stretching your arms above your head. Your shirt's risen, and there a slither of ink. The tramp stamp that's been haunting his thoughts is back.

You're speaking to him. He can hear it, but it's like he's underwater. Daryl knows it's wrong. He couldn't help himself; he had to see it.

Daryl grabs the back of your shirt, you look at him with a raised brow. He pushes your shirt up, revealing a delicate heart in the centre, vines and barbwire intertwine protecting it, a single rose sits on either side of it. It's impressive, very you. Harsh and warm.

"Nice ink." He rasps out.

Realisation struck you like a live wire. A sharp breathy "fuck" slips from your lips. Hitting Daryl's hand away, a smirk pulls at his lips.

Embarrassed. Daryl's never seen you embarrassed, you're cheeks flush a bright red that even your ears go pink. It's cute.

"First tattoo," you laugh shyly. "Tend to forget it's there."

"It's nice."

The look that washes onto your face is one he's never seen on you. It's mischievous, a lewd shine in your eyes. Biting your lip, you give your hips a little swing. "I have another tattoo you might like."

Daryl chokes his blue eyes wide. Heart pounding in his ears. Before Daryl could press further, Maggie hollers for your assistants.

With a wink and flirtatious smirk, you start moving toward the direction that Maggie is in. "Come find me later, okay?"

Oh, you are indeed a cheeky lady.

[fuckallthegood0nesweretaken]

New World CH. Fourteen

Title: The Baby

Words: 1986

Warnings: Slight language

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Glenn walked away from his family, his heart aching. Knowing that Carl needed Rick, he had steeled himself to find him in one piece and bring him back to Carl. When he got into the tunnels, all Glenn had to do was follow the trail of dead walkers. It was pretty obvious which way Rick had gone and after about half an hour, Glenn found him. His axe was covered in blood and so was he.

 “Rick? Everybody’s worried about you. You shouldn’t be in here.” Glenn held his hand out. “Come on out.”

 When Rick didn’t say anything, Glenn approached him.

 “Rick? You don’t have to do this all by yourself. Your kids need you. The cell block’s cleared. Rick, why don’t you just come out with me?” Glenn touched his chest and Rick snapped. He pushed Glenn up against the wall, arm at his throat. Blinking rapidly, Rick was still silent. After a tense moment, he threw Glenn away before picking up his axe and walking away.

 “Shit,” he said. Rubbing his throat, he started walking back to the cell block. What was he going to tell Carl?

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 When he got there, he made eye contact with you and you knew what had happened. Sighing softly, you turned your attention back to your niece and Glenn walked outside.

 “Do you want to hold her?” You asked Carl. He nodded and you gently transferred her over to him.

 “Make sure you keep her head up. Your arms are gonna get tired but it’s very important. She isn’t strong enough to do it herself and she can be hurt if it doesn’t happen. And be sure to use both arms.”

 “Like this?”

 “Perfect,” you said, a smile on your face.

 You passed the hours Daryl had been gone by doing meaningless tasks. You made dinner and sorted the food and once there was nothing else to do, you sat down at the table with Carl who was trying to calm a fussy baby. Adeline and Sophia were still awake, fighting sleep, and Sophia was clinging to you.

 “They should be back by now, shouldn’t they?” Carl asked you quietly.

 “They’ll be back soon, don’t you worry. They’ll have formula and hopefully some clothes for her and they’ll be safe.” Running your hand up and down his back, you jumped when the door slammed open.

 “Beth,” Maggie said. Beth got up and ran over to her sister.

 “Daddy!” Adeline said, climbing off of Dean’s lap and attaching herself to Daryl’s leg.

 “Hey, princess. How’s she doing?” Daryl asked as he shed his poncho and dropped his crossbow.

 “She’s hungry,” you said. “Those are hungry cries.”

 “Good thing we found some formula,” Maggie said. Daryl took her from Carl’s arms, cooing softly to get her to stop crying.

 “Shh, shh,” he said, rocking her. She stopped crying once she saw him and it made him give you a tiny grin. Beth handed him a bottle and the baby immediately took to it. You wrapped your arms around him, face buried in his back. He let out a chuckle as the baby cooed at him and you tightened your grip before letting go.

 “She got a name yet?” Daryl asked.

 “No,” you said.

 “I was thinking maybe Carol,” Carl said. You saw pain flash in Daryl’s eyes and he focused on the baby.

 “Andrea. Amy. Jacqui. Patricia. Or- or Lori. I don’t know.”

 “He wanted everyone present for this,” you said, rubbing your nephew’s back.

 “Yeah, you like that? Huh? Little ass-kicker,” Daryl said to your niece. You laughed lightly and he looked at you. “Right? That’s a good name, right?”

 “Little ass-kicker. You like that, huh? You like that sweetheart?” He was talking to her all soft, almost like a baby-voice and you felt tears coming up. He looked so good holding the baby. So gentle and just good. You sniffled and Daryl looked at you, concern in his eyes. Waving him off with a smile, you held your nephew close.

 Soon, she had finished the whole bottle and you took her from Daryl. Throwing a spit-up blanket over your shoulder, you gently patted her back until she burped. Luckily, no spit-up got on you and you put her on the table.

 “Maggie, did you find any diapers?”

 “We did. It’s not much, but we’ll go back out later.” She handed you one and you turned back to the baby. She was cooing softly, content from her first meal. You managed to put the diaper on her with no problems and then dressed her in a little onesie, swaddling her tightly. Placing her in the make-shift crib, she fell asleep fast and you sighed softly. Daryl came up behind you and hugged you, your hands covering his.

 “You need to sleep,” he said quietly.

 “Okay.”

 “Will you stay with me?” Carl asked.

 “Of course,” you said. Walking to an unclaimed cell, you brought the crib close to the bottom bunk. Carl took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, Sophia following him. Daryl came in behind you and sat down on the floor, Adeline climbing onto his lap with a yawn.

 “I’ll stay here. Watch over you,” he said. You nodded and he gave you a kiss. You cuddled against the kids, fingers running soothingly through Carl’s hair, lulling him to sleep. You fell asleep soon after, Daryl watching you, just as he promised.

 ---

 A cry jolted you awake and you panicked for a second before remembering what happened. It didn’t wake the kids or Daryl up and you quickly got up and scooped up the baby. It was a hungry cry and you walked to where Maggie had left the formula. Making a bottle, you shook it gently before placing the nipple near her lips. Eagerly, she began eating.

 “There we go,” you murmured, her cries slowly going away. “Good girl.”

 Sleepily walking around the cell block, you bounced her gently. You had noticed that when Carl was holding her earlier, he was sitting down and she was crying. When Daryl held her, he was standing up and she had stopped. If you tried to sit down she would wake everybody up. You were exhausted but you knew you had to move around so you checked on everyone. Dean was laying on his back, snoring, and Sam was nowhere to be seen. You surmised that he was probably still on watch with Glenn.

 “[Y/n]? Where’d you go?” Carl said, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he approached you.

 “Just feeding little ass-kicker. Go back to sleep.”

 “No.” Carl shook his head. “Not without you.”

 “I’ll be back in a few minutes. She’s almost done eating.” You smiled and gestured to the cells with your head. “Go on.”

 “Promise you’ll be back soon?”

 “Promise.”

 Carl dragged himself back to the cell and you looked down at the baby. Her big eyes were staring up at you and you gave her one of your fingers to hold. After she was done eating and you changed her diaper, you rocked her back to sleep. Sighing softly, you went back to the cell and put her down. Carl was already back asleep next to Sophia, Daryl and Adeline never moved.

 Soft sunlight was peeking through the windows and you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep. Bringing the crib out to the common area, you started preparing for the day. Perusing through the food, you saw the oatmeal and grabbed it. It would have to do. Yawning, you measured out the water and dry oatmeal. It would be cold, but it was something to eat. No one was particularly picky now.

 “What’re ya doin’ up?” Daryl said, wrapping his arms around you.

 “Little ass-kicker was hungry. Fed her and now I’m getting breakfast ready,” you said quietly.

 “You need ta sleep.”

 “I know I need to, but I can’t.”

 “Don’t wear yourself out.” Kissing your neck, Daryl let go of you.

 “I’m gonna check things out outside. I’ll be back in twenty.”

 “Alright. Breakfast should be ready by then. Tell Sam and Glenn to get in here too.”

 “Alright.” He left and you rubbed your eyes.

 “[Y/n]?” You turned to see Maggie and you smiled.

 “Mornin’,” you said. “How’d you sleep?”

 “Didn’t. Not really, anyways. What about you?” You shook your head.

 “Same for me.”

 “Do you need any help?” Maggie asked.

 “If you could get some bowls for me that would be great. I’m gonna try to find some cinnamon or something. Never liked plain oatmeal,” you said with a quiet laugh. Maggie smiled and got to work. The two of you tried to be as quiet as possible, letting the others sleep as much as they could.

 “What’s for breakfast?” Glenn asked as he walked inside with Sam.

 “Oatmeal and if you want, brown sugar to go on top,” you said. “It’s cold, but should still be good.”

 “It’s perfect.” Glenn gave you a smile and you handed him a bowl.

 “I’m gonna wake up people,” Maggie said.

 “Alright. I’ll get bowls ready.”

 ---

 Everyone was silent as they ate. Daryl was with Adeline, Dean was sitting next to Sophia and you sat next to Carl at the table. You noticed he wasn’t eating but before you got a chance to say anything, Rick showed up.

 “Everybody okay?” He asked.

 “Yeah, we are,” Maggie said. Rick looked around and you avoided eye contact.

 “What about you?” Hershel asked him.

 “I cleared out the boiler block.” He stared at you and Carl, but you ignored him, still eating.

 “How many were there?” Daryl asked.

 “I don’t know. A dozen, maybe two. I have to get back. Just wanted to check on Carl.” He patted your shoulders and you tensed, trying not to rip away.

 “Rick, we can handle taking out the bodies,” Glenn said. “You don’t have to.”

 “No, I do.” With those words, you stood up harshly.

 “No, you don’t,” you spat. Rick ignored you, walking over to Daryl and you clenched your fists.

 “Everyone have a gun and a knife?”

 “Yeah. We’re runnin’ low on ammo, though.”

 “[Y/n] and I were planning on making a run this afternoon,” Glenn said. ���Found a phone book with some places we can hit. Look for bullets and formula.”

 “We cleared out the generator room too. Axel’s there, tryin’ ta fix it in case of emergency. We’re gonna sweep the lower levels as well.”

 “Good. Good.” Rick started walking away, slamming the door shut behind him.

 “Rick!” Hershel called, receiving no answer. The door slamming shut startled the baby and she started fussing. Beth tried her best to calm her down, but she was getting frustrated.

 “Let me,” you said gently. Taking her into your arms, you walked around the room. She calmed down almost instantly and Beth looked at you with wonder in her eyes.

 “How did you do that?”

 “Some babies don’t like being held sitting down. This little one seems to be one.”

 “How do you know all this?”

 “Adeline hated being held while I was sitting,” you said. “Always cried whenever I tried.”

 “I cried?” Adeline asked from her place on Daryl’s lap.

 “Yes, baby. You cried,” you said with a small laugh.

 “You’re amazing at it. We’re lucky to have you.” The amazement in Beth’s voice made you smile.

 “I’ll teach you all I know if you want?” You offered.

 “Yes please!”

 “We can start when she takes her nap,” you said. Beth went back to her food and Carl started eating too. You looked over at Daryl and Adeline, a warm smile on your face. You wanted to talk to him about Ada calling him her dad. He didn’t seem to mind, but it was a big step and you didn’t want to get her hopes up. He caught your eye and gave you a shy smile before turning his attention back to Adeline.

[bakedcrispss]

daryl: i'm fuckin' mad at you.

y/n: [ scoffs ] me too

rick:

rick: why are they holding hands?

carol: they refuse to acknowledge they had a fight without holding hands

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New World CH. Three

Title: The Barn

Words: 1,887

Warnings: Strong language, canon-typical violence, SOFT Daryl

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[Y/n]

Once Sam and Rick got back from talking to Hershel, you started talking about where to look for supplies.

 “Where have you looked so far?” You asked.

 “All over this area here. Maggie says the town has basically been picked clean but there are other houses and farms we can search too,” Rick said.

 “Are you going with us?” Andrea asked.

 “I’d like to.”

 “Rick,” Hershel said, approaching you.

 “Hershel. We just have our guns out because we’re planning on going on a run,” Rick said.

 “Before you do that, I could use your help with something. Sam too. Shouldn’t take more than an hour, maybe two.”

 “Count me in,” Andrea said.

 “Just Sam and Rick. But thank you.”

 “I’ll be down at the barn, keeping watch until you’re ready,” Andrea said.

 “I’ll keep looking at the map. See if there’s anywhere else we can look,” you said to Rick.

 “Don’t go wandering off,” Sam said to you.

 “Don’t worry. I won’t.” You bent over the map again after kissing Sam’s cheek.

 ---

Sam

 Sam and Rick followed Hershel and Jimmy through the woods and to a little bog. Two walkers were stuck in the water and Sam frowned as he walked up.

 “That’s Lou Bush,” Hershel said.

 “You knew him?”

 “Lou as in Louise. She has a farm just up the road and grew sweet corn mostly. Worked at the bar in town on the weekends. The man I don’t know, but I recognize the coveralls he’s wearing. I’ve been to where he worked.” Hershel looked at Rick and Sam. “How many have you killed?”

 “Too many to count,” Rick said.

 “Me too,” Sam said when Hershel looked at him.

 “Could you stop?”

 Rick and Sam shared a look, Rick making eye contact with Hershel after. It was clear that both the men were hesitant in saying something and Hershel knew it.

 “There are people out there who haven’t been in their right minds. I think that they can be restored.”

 “You’re not talking about the walkers, are you?” Rick asked. Jimmy handed Hershel a snare pole, getting it ready.

 “It doesn’t matter if you don’t think the same or if you even see them as human beings anymore. But if you and your people are going to stay here, that’s how you’re gonna have to treat them. My farm, my barn, my say.”

 Hershel handed Rick the pole and after glancing at Sam, Rick took it.

 ---

[Y/n]

It had been a few hours and the two of them still hadn’t gotten back from the errand with Hershel. You were getting a little worried and was pacing around the porch. Adeline and Sophia were sitting with Carl and Beth, Beth playing a game of chess against Patricia. Andrea, Dean, and T-Dog were walking up from the barn. Looking up when you heard them, your brow furrowed.

 “What’s going on?” T-Dog asked. “Where is everyone?”

 “You haven’t seen Sam or Rick?” You said, worry in your voice.

 “They’re still somewhere with Hershel. We were supposed to leave hours ago,” Andrea said.

 “Yeah ya were. What the hell?” Daryl said, coming up to the house, Carol in tow.

 “He said they’d be back soon, two hours at most. It’s been almost four.” You were chewing on your lip and Carol rubbed your back soothingly.

 “Fuck!” Daryl said. He was upset and when he looked out towards the field, he spotted Shane. “Oh here we go.”

 You looked up too and saw that Shane had the gun bag in his hands.

 “What’s all this?” Daryl asked.

 “You with me, man?” Shane said. Daryl nodded and took the rifle Shane handed him.

 “Time to grow up.”

 “What’s going on?” You asked.

 “I thought we couldn’t carry?” T-Dog said.

 “We can and we will. It was one thing sitting around, picking flowers when we thought this place was safe. But it’s not.” Shane looked at Glenn. “How ‘bout you? You gonna protect yours?”

 Glenn took the gun with a nod and Shane turned to Maggie.

 “Can you shoot?”

 “Can you stop? You do this, my dad will make you leave tonight.”

 “We have to stay, Shane,” Carl said. Lori came bounding around the corner of the porch and you made eye contact with her. You shrugged your shoulders, just as confused as she was.

 “We ain’t goin’ anywhere. Now, Hershel, he’s just gotta understand. He- He’s gonna have to.” Shane knelt down in front of Carl and held out a gun. “I want you to take this. You take it and keep your mother and the girls safe. Do whatever it takes.”

 “What the fuck are you thinking?” Lori seethed, grabbing the pistol and getting in between Carl and Shane. “You can’t just give a gun to a twelve year old! And Rick said no guns. This is not your call! This is not your decision to make.”

 You were looking between Lori and Shane before T-Dog said something.

 “Oh shit.”

 Looking where he was, you saw your brother, Rick, Hershel, and Jimmy leading two walkers towards the barn. Shane took off running, you and everyone else close behind.

 “Shane!” You yelled. You were hot on his heels, trying to catch him before he did anything stupid.

 “What the hell are you doing?” Shane yelled as he crashed through the gate.

 “Shane, back off!”

 “Why do they have guns?” Hershel asked Rick.

 “You’re kidding me! You see what they’re holding onto?” Shane was in an angered frenzy.

 “I see who I’m holding onto.”

 “No, man, you don’t.”

 “Shane, just let us do this then we can talk,” Sam said, raising his hands.

 “What is there to talk about, man? These things aren’t sick and they’re not people. They’re dead! Ain’t gotta feel nothing for ‘em ‘cause all they do is fucking kill!” Shane was basically frothing at the mouth and you put your hand on the gun in your waistband. Looking behind you, you saw Lori had a hold of both Adeline and Carl.

 “They killed Amy! They killed Otis! And they gonna kill all of us.”

 “Calm down, Shane!” You said. One of the walkers got a little close to you and you pulled out your gun, pointing it at the walker.

 “Hershel, lemme ask you something. Could a living, breathing person survive something like this?” Shane cocked his gun and proceeded to shoot one of the walkers in the chest.

 “Shane, stop!” Rick yelled.

 “That’s three rounds to the chest. Could someone who’s alive take that? How is it still fucking standing?” He shot again, and again, before shooting it in the head.

 “Enough risking our lives for a ‘safe place to live’! Enough living next to a barn full of things that are trying to fucking kill us! Enough!” Shane walked closer to the barn and turned to Rick. “Rick, it ain’t like it was before! If y’all want to live, to survive, you have to fight for it! Right here, right now!”

 Shane ran to the barn and cut the chain holding it shut. Rick was begging Hershel to take the snare-pole, but he was still on his knees on the ground. He seemed to be in shock. Everyone was yelling at Shane to stop, but you knew he wouldn’t listen. When Shane threw away the last thing holding the walkers back, you readied your gun, standing next to Daryl and Dean.

 When they started walking out, you started shooting them down. Even though you knew this was the wrong way to go about it, you wouldn’t let anything hurt your family. Behind you, you could hear Maggie and Beth sobbing. You felt bad for killing their family a second time, but if you had to do it to make sure your daughter stayed alive you would do it again in a heartbeat.

 After the final shot rang through the air, you heard Beth let out a sob as you approached Lori to grab a crying Adeline from her.

 Beth had managed to get out of Jimmy’s arms and had ran to her mother. You heard voices tell her not to go near them, but she ignored them all. Crying, Beth turned her mother over and knelt by her head. She wasn’t dead yet and Beth screamed, trying to get away. The walker had her by the hair and everyone went to save her. Andrea stabbed it in the head and Beth was safe in her father’s arms.

 “I can’t believe Shane did that,” you muttered to Dean while you calmed down Ada. “It could’ve been handled differently.”

 “You’re right. But what’s done is done. You should get some rest.”

 “Can’t. Need to make sure Adeline’s okay.” You looked at your big brother. “I’m worried about the kids growing up in this new world. Ada already would’ve grown up with carnage around her, but Carl, Sophia, and Beth shouldn’t have. This isn’t a good world for children to grow up in.

 “It’s not. But what can we do?”

 “They need to be able to act like a normal kids. Their childhoods are being stripped away and I feel helpless in knowing there’s nothing I can do about it.”

 Shaking your head, you walked off towards the house as your brother watched you go, worry in his eyes.

 ---

 Later that day, you had a small funeral for Annette and Shawn. You had helped dig the graves and when it was time, you had the service.

 At the funeral, you stood in by your brothers, hand held tightly by Sam. Adeline was in your arms, head tucked into the crook of your neck. When it was over, everyone went their separate ways. Adeline stayed with Carol and Sophia, and you found yourself walking to Daryl. He had started setting up his camp away from everyone else and you couldn’t say you blamed him. Things were getting hectic and you found peace in the quiet away from everyone. You sat down next to him and the silence was broken after a few minutes.

 “Thank you,” you said softly. Daryl looked at you.

 “For what?”

 “Bringing me back to my family. I really appreciate it.” The atmosphere was slightly awkward, but you looked at him nonetheless.

 “It was nothin’.”

 “But it was something. I’m practically just a stranger to you but you helped me out anyways. So, thank you.” Hesitating slightly, you kissed his cheek and stood up. “If you need anything, just let me know.”

 As you started walking away, he grabbed your wrist. Stopping abruptly, you looked back at him. Daryl stood up and cupped your cheek. Eyes fluttering shut, you basked in the softness of his touch. He got closer to you and he kissed your cheek softly.

 “The same ta ya.” With that, Daryl walked away and you knew the conversation was over. Smiling to yourself, you walked back to the house and about half way there, you saw Lori running towards you.

 “Daryl over there?” She asked you.

 “Yes, why?”

 “Beth collapsed from shock and Hershel’s missing. Rick took Dean and Glenn to go get him but they’re not back yet.”

 “Beth in the house?”

 “Yes.”

 “I’ll go see what I can do to help.”

 “Thank you, hun. Now I gotta see if Daryl will go out to find them.”

 “Alright. Good luck.”

[bakedcrispss]

y/n: [running towards daryl with open arms]

daryl: [moves out of the way]

y/n: why’d you move?!

daryl: i thought you were going to attack me!

y/n: i was going to hug you!

daryl: why would you hug me?

y/n: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU???

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