#daryl x nic

[quirkykaty]

Southern Comfort - Chapter Five

Pairing: Daryl x OC(Nic) Warnings: language, mentions of injury, vague threats, Shane and Merle can suck an egg Summary: A busted shoulder will heal, but how about a busted friendship? Nic spends the day coming to terms with her injury and has a few interesting encounters. Wordcount: ~3400 Author's Note: Probably my favorite chapter of the series so far. In the original series, Nic was more of a mouse, so I tried to give her a backbone and make her feelings toward the larger group a bit clearer. Also, I alluded to an antagonism with Shane that was never established, so now it is. (and no Daryl gif because chapter contains no actual Daryl) Series Masterlist

Despite all odds and against all logic, I managed to feel even worse the next morning. I couldn’t find a single body part that didn’t hurt, though my shoulder was certainly the worst of the pains. I had every intention of falling back asleep and letting unconsciousness chase away the violent complaining of my body.

But I’ve never been that lucky.

Glenn banged the door open and strode in, oblivious to my discomfort. “Gooood morning!” He called cheerfully, flopping down on the end of the couch and jolting me roughly. I dragged myself into a sitting position with my good arm and shot him the bird. He just laughed and held up a paper plate with a dramatic flourish. “You’d be so rude to someone kind enough to bring you breakfast in bed? Shame. Guess I’ll have to eat this myself.” He grabbed the fork and lifted a bite of rehydrated scrambled eggs to his mouth.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” I said quickly, reaching for the plate. He replaced the fork and handed it over willingly. With an indignant huff, I shifted my grip on the fork so I could eat. Figures it’d be my left arm out of commission. My right was awkward from lack of use. “Ruder to try and steal food from a cripple.” He snorted and I grinned at him. It was impossible to stay irritated at Glenn. 

“Cripple, my ass. I give it a week before you’re trying to climb trees again, monkey girl.”

I grimaced and looked down at my arm appraisingly. “I don’t know about that. This ain’t the first time I’ve dislocated it. Last time, it took almost a month before I could use it normally.”

“Yeah, but this time you’ve got the proper motivation,” he said cheerfully. I frowned and raised a brow at him. “All the shit you own is up a tree nobody else can climb. Besides.” His lips curled into a mischievous grin. “I bet a certain redneck is gonna be missing your company on the trails. The sooner you get out of that sling, the sooner you get back to hunting.”

Heat rose in my face and I scowled, kicking him the best I could from under a blanket. He didn’t need to know just how… motivating… that idea actually was. Though I didn’t believe him for a minute. Daryl was probably glad to be rid of me. I still couldn’t figure out what had made him so angry yesterday.

As soon as I’d cleared my plate, Glenn stood, slung my backpack over his shoulder, and offered a hand. I frowned at the hand then turned my face up to pout at him. “Where exactly are you wanting me to go and why? I can’t have one day to recover? I did throw myself through a freaking plate-glass window, after all.”

He snorted again and shook his head, taking my hand and dragging me up despite my protests. “You won’t feel any better after laying around. Besides, we’ve gotta sort our finds and spread ‘em around.” He nodded to the plate. “Shane and Dale insisted on passing the food out first thing but we still have a lot to dig through.”

Knowing there was no point in arguing, I let him lead me outside to a chair by the firepit. He dumped my pack out in front of me before settling on the ground beside me and doing the same with his own pack. Something heavy landed in my lap and I looked down to find folded black fabric. Flipping it open revealed a collection of polished throwing knives, complete with a proper whetstone to sharpen them. Buckles and straps were sewn into the fabric so it could be attached to a belt for easy access.

“Happy late birthday, by the way,” Glenn piped up from his seat in the dirt. I stared at him in surprise, holding the present gingerly. Worry tinged his face. “What? Do you not like it? I know you’d been talking about wanting something other than your sword and bow and I thought those seemed like your kinda thing. You don’t have to keep them if you don’t want to. I could find you something else.”

I clutched the bundle to my chest protectively and shook my head. “No, I love it, I just-” I paused for a moment, trying to find the words. “How did you know? I didn’t think I told anyone.”

“Oh, that.” He laughed, looking relieved, and shrugged. “Daryl mentioned it when he came to tell me he was tagging along for the trip. No idea how he knew, though, if you didn’t say anything.” The look on his face made me consider kicking him again, and his face was so much closer to my feet this time. 

Instead, I thought back over the last few conversations I’d had with Daryl. I could only think of one instance where I’d mentioned my birthday, but surely he’d been too far away to hear. Hadn’t he?

The thought tickled at the back of my mind while we worked. It hadn’t been a very intensive run, but we’d gotten some good stuff nonetheless. The batteries I’d found were a particular treasure and ended up going to Dale for safekeeping. All the food had been distributed already, although most of it was being saved for dinner. 

Shane came over at one point to check our progress and collect the meager amount of ammo we’d managed to find. He gave the rest of the haul a cursory glance and nodded once. “Not bad. Good job, you two. Maybe next time you can even get back in one piece.” The comment seemed offhand but there was an edge in his voice that grated on my nerves like a key on piano wire.

I looked up at the former deputy from my seat, doing my best to hide the irritation in my voice. “Sorry? I think I missed that. Say again?”

The superior disdain in his eyes lit my temper like gas to a flame but I dug my nails into my knee and clamped my mouth shut.

“Just seemed like a pretty stupid move to me. Avoidable. We can’t afford to be catering to somebody that can’t contribute and from the sound of it, you’ll be outta action for a while. Just expected a bit more sense from you, that’s all.”

My grip on my knee tightened and I focused on the sharp pain of nails digging into flesh until I was certain I had control of myself. Only then did I answer him, keeping my eyes down so he wouldn’t see how badly I wanted to deck him. I couldn’t stop myself from biting back, though.

“Seems to me you talk an awful lot for somebody that never leaves camp. You join the raiders some time and then you can tell me what is and isn’t avoidable, how about that?”

Silence fell and I looked up to see Shane glaring down at me. For a moment, I worried he might actually hit me, sling or no sling. Then he gave me a poisonous smile and shrugged. “Somebody competent’s gotta stay behind to keep the camp safe.”

I held his gaze and matched his smile, mine sickly sweet in contrast to the fire that blazed behind his eyes. “You’d best go find someone competent then, huh?”

He snarled and opened his mouth to shoot back, breaking off as someone called his name from the other side of camp. He started to turn and then shot one more dangerous look at me. “And you’d best learn to watch that mouth of yours before it gets you into trouble.” With that, he stalked off.

When the red finally faded from my sight, I realized my fingernails were still cutting into my knee. I released my grip and shook my hand out, a shudder running down my spine. Fear was quickly filling the gaps left behind as my anger drained. Shane was dangerous, I knew that much. And I’d just painted a target on my back.

Glenn cleared his throat and I flinched away from the sound. He leaned over to pat my knee, grimacing sympathetically. “You two really hate each other, huh?”

“I made it clear I don’t trust him. He seems to resent having someone around that doesn’t blindly accept his authority.” I stared at the retreating man and took a long, steadying breath. “He’s got quite the temper, doesn’t he? If there’s ever some suspicious accident and I end up dead, odds are he finally snapped.”

Glenn’s startled laughter broke off when he realized I wasn’t joking. He sobered up quickly and shook his head. “If you’re so worried about him, why do you provoke him like that?”

“Ignoring his attempts to be an asshole just encourages him to be even more of an asshole. Granted, my petty comebacks probably won’t do much to change him, but at least I made my stance clear. He can go bug the sheep all he wants since they won’t do anything about it. But I’m no sheep.” I grinned down at Glenn and bared my teeth. “I’m a wolf. And wolves bite back.”

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By that evening, my shoulder was burning from the day’s tasks, but I’d managed to work some of the soreness out of the rest of my body. Dinner was a brilliant affair, thanks to the food packets we’d brought back. The air was filled with the smell of cooking beef, mushroom gravy, chicken and dumplings, fajitas, chili, and macaroni and cheese. There were even ice cream sandwiches for dessert, although they tasted more than a little off after being rehydrated after who knew how long. With how much we’d gathered, it probably could’ve lasted a few weeks, but the camp needed a win and that night was a celebration. For the first time in nearly two months, people gorged themselves.

The campfire cast flickering light around the clearing and everyone was in high spirits, staying up late to tell stories and jokes. Eliza’s head was in my lap, the little girl fast asleep despite the noise and energy around the fire, and Amy was laying against my good shoulder, listening to Dale’s overly dramatic tale of werewolves in Vermont. Carol sat at Eliza���s feet with Sophia similarly asleep on her. Carl and Louis, sitting next to their respective mothers, were wide awake and enraptured by Dale’s story. The feeling of community and closeness that seemed to permeate the night warmed me more than the fire only a few feet away.

I almost hated having to return to my lonely little tree at the edge of the clearing. It had always been a comfort, keeping myself so apart, but now it seemed cold. It didn’t help that I couldn’t actually get into the tree anymore. Not until my arm healed. I’d managed to coach Glenn up to the platform to get my stuff, but it didn’t do me much good since I couldn’t fight or hunt one-handed.

Irritation washed through me and I glared at the tree defiantly. This was my place. It was safe, marginally comfortable, and I’d made it myself. I didn’t want to give it up, even for the time it would take to heal. I wanted my place.

The spacing between the branches made for easy enough climbing and several were close enough to the ground. Maybe, just maybe, with a good enough jump…

Gritting my teeth against the pain this would inevitably provoke, even if I succeeded, I backed away a few steps, then ran toward it at full speed. At the last moment, I leapt as high as I could. I caught a branch above my head, the bark digging sharply into my palm, and kicked my legs in an attempt to get a footing on one of the lower branches. My feet slipped, then my hand, and I was flat on my back a moment later, gasping for breath. The canopy of trees above me swam in my vision as I lay there, waiting for the pain to subside. My landing had, naturally, jarred my bad shoulder and aggravated the still-fading soreness in the rest of my body. 

Just as my vision steadied itself, a face came into view above me, complete with cropped-blond hair and the shit-eating grin I worked so hard to avoid. The little oxygen I’d managed to suck in left me again in a miserable groan. Merle simply chuckled and folded his arms over his chest. 

“Now what kinda greeting is that? You’d think you ain’t happy to see me or somethin’,” he complained, still hovering over me. 

“I’m starting to think you Dixons are bad luck charms for me,” I grumbled, shoving myself into a sitting position and holding my shoulder painfully. “What are you even doing over here? You’ve talked to me all of three times since we met and all three consisted of either threats, insults, or both.”

Merle shrugged and offered a hand, lifting a brow in a way that made his too-wide smile feel like a trap. “Came to see for myself what’s got my baby brother’s panties in a bunch. I gotta side with him. You look like shit, girl.”

“Gee, thanks.” I took the offered hand reluctantly and let him pull me to my feet. “Consider me touched by your concern.” His words sank in and I frowned up at him. I hadn’t noticed before, but he was as tall as Daryl. As close as he was standing, I had to tilt my head back to look at him. With Daryl, it was a bit dizzying, but in a good way. With Merle, it was downright uncomfortable. “Wait, what’s wrong with Daryl?”

“Poor boy just ain’t been right since y’all got back. Damn near bit my head off this morning and he’s usually the nice one of the two of us.”

The blood drained from my face, leaving me cold. “He’s that upset?” Anger reared its head, sudden and indignant. “Why the hell is everyone getting so damn worked up over this? Yeah, it was dangerous but what the hell isn’t dangerous anymore? Stepping into the trees to take a piss is dangerous now! I get us out of a dead end, save Daryl and Glenn, never mind that the camp would go to shit without either of them, and everybody wants to come crawl up my ass about it! Ain’t a single thank you from anybody for taking a hit to save the camp’s main food supplier and the best raider we’ve got. No, why would that earn a thank you?”

As soon as the words were out, I clenched my jaw shut and looked away from Merle. As irritated as I was at the camp, I was even more irritated with myself at that moment. I didn’t lose my temper. Ever. And to go off like that in front of Merle Fucking Dixon just made matters worse.

Merle, for his part, clutched his side as he tried and failed to hold back laughter. “Damn girl, look at you go. Here I thought you were just a bland li’l bitch like the rest of the so-called women around here. But you got spunk. Maybe that’s why Baby D let himself get all attached.”

“Attached?” Despite my attempt to make the word a scoff, I could hear the pathetic hope in the word as clearly as Merle could. His grin widened, and he chuckled again.

“My, my, but if this ain’t just too good to be true. I figured you two were bumpin’ uglies out there, but I did not see this comin’. You’re sweet on him, ain'tcha?”

My only answer was a groan mirroring the one I’d made upon seeing him. I turned my back on the redneck’s hooting laughter. I hadn’t had time to process my strange reactions to Daryl on my own and now this ridiculous man-child was making a joke of it. But of course he was. With my luck, where else could this conversation possibly have gone?

“That’s just too good. Guess it makes sense, in a way. Y’all have been practically joined at the hip since that first huntin’ trip. Looks like even the end of the world can’t fend off puppy love.”

“Oh, shut the hell up,” I snapped, turning back to him with a scowl. “I swear, you’re more obnoxious than Shane, and that’s a hell of an accomplishment.”

He huffed and put a hand to his chest in mock offense. “Here I am just tryin’ to be a good big brother and you gotta come at me like that. I don’t know what he sees in you.” His smile faded and he turned serious, even a bit menacing. “That said, I’m gonna say this once. My brother ain’t the warm-fuzzy type but he actually likes you for some reason. I don’t give a damn what you think that move in Atlanta meant, it bothered him. So you’re gonna get off your ass and go apologize.”

He stepped closer and set a hand on my shoulder, harmless but for the edge in his voice. “Daryl and I got each other, and that’s all we need. Now he’s got it in his head that y’all are partners or whatever, so I’m gonna make myself very clear. If you’re screwin’ around with him, I’ll make going through that window feel like a gentle breeze, you get me?”

A storm of emotions fought for dominance, each wanting a say in how I responded to the threat. Rage, hope, confusion, flattery, and hurt all wove together until I nearly went numb from the force of it. In the end, I shoved them all to the side and held Merle’s gaze steadily.

“I don’t know what Daryl has or hasn’t said, but nothing’s happened between us. If something were to happen, seems like it would be between him and me. That said, I can promise you I’m not screwing around with him. Daryl is… He’s a unique guy and I do care about him. I trust him, which ain’t an easy thing to come by these days. I never meant to upset him but I think we both know if I went and apologized to him, he’d just take offense. I will talk to him, though.”

From the furrow in Merle’s brow, I figured he was expecting an argument. He’d seen a flash of my temper now and I knew he wouldn’t soon give up trying to drag it out again. Which was why I made sure to lock it away before opening my mouth. Without the drama he’d been hoping to provoke, Merle seemed to deflate slightly, like a child disappointed that a toy didn’t behave the way he expected it to. 

Trying to save face, he puffed himself back up and nodded sharply. “Good. That’s ‘bout all I needed to say.” He gave another nod and started away, pausing a few feet away and calling back over his shoulder. “And I wouldn’t try climbin’ that tree again. You’re liable to pop that shoulder out again and won’t nobody be around to help ya way over here.”

With that, he was gone and I collapsed against my tree with a heavy sigh. The whole conversation felt like a bad trip and the thought of trying to process everything I’d just learned made me tired. If I was being honest, I didn’t actually dislike Merle. Compared to certain other men in camp, namely Deputy Dick and Carol’s peach of a husband, Ed, he wasn’t actually all that bad. Abrasive, sure. Racist and misogynistic, definitely. Obnoxious, petty, childish, manipulative. All these things and more could describe the man. But if he had one shining point, one good trait to balance the negative, it was how he felt about Daryl. He was an asshole, there was no argument there. But he was also a damn good brother.

While I threw a sheet over a tree limb and tacked it down to create a makeshift tent - I’d give up the thought of getting back up in my tree - I did think about one thing Merle said. Most of the thinking I’d resolved to save for the morning, but one point he’d made continued to loop in my mind. I was sure I’d be analyzing and overanalyzing the words until they lost meaning, but for the moment, the meaning was clear and blazing like a beacon against the night.

Daryl… liked me?

[dixons-sunshine]

I Never Lived For The Applause | Daryl Dixon x Former!Celebrity!Fem!Reader

Summary: Before the world quite literally ended, you were a famously known singer. However, your celebrity status didn't do you much good in the apocalypse, despite most people in your group giving you privileges that you didn't want. Thankfully, a certain redneck archer treated you like a normal person, unwillingly becoming the guy who caught your attention.

Genre: Angst, fluff.

Era: The quarry; the farm; the prison.

Warnings: Swearing, usual TWD warnings, suggestive themes.

Word count: 3.9k.

A/n: Okay but the former!celebrity!reader x Daryl was such a unique idea that an anon requested! I never would've thought about that on my own. I thought that this idea would be great combined with a few other requests, and this was born. There's a few time jumps and this is honestly not the best. I scrapped over 1500 words and this is all over the place, and it was supposed to be smut, and I don't really like this, but I hope you like it nonetheless.

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Before the apocalypse came to be, you were a famous singer and songwriter. You had multiple hit singles that made the charts and your concerts always sold out. It seemed like wherever you would turn, there would be someone there who would want an autograph or a picture. It seemed like you could never escape the spotlight.

Not even now, when the dead started rising and the world came to an end.

“Amy, I told you, I'm fine. I don't want your food. You need it more than I do.”

Amy shook her head defiantly, practically shoving the paper plate into your hands. “I insist. You're my idol, and I'll be damned if I let my idol go hungry when I have food I can give her.”

You sighed and reluctantly accepted the plate. “This is unnecessary. I already had my share, sweetheart. You don't have to give me yours when you also have to eat.”

“I'm fine. Rather me than you.”

Before you could protest, Andrea called Amy's name. Amy gave you an apologetic smile and bid you farewell, walking over to her sister and leaving you alone with your thoughts. You sighed and turned around, heading over to the tent you shared with your daughter. You opened the flap and stepped inside, seeing your twelve year old daughter, Nicolette, busy sketching in her sketchbook.

She looked up when she heard you step inside, sending you a smile. “Hi, Mom.”

“Hey, Nic,” you greeted her, sitting down on your cot opposite hers. “Why aren't you outside with the other kids?”

Nicolette shook her head, closing her sketchbook and sitting up in her cot. “Most of them treat me funny. They keep asking me if I can sing or if I can write songs, and if I got free stuff because you were famous. Only Carl and Sophia treat me like I'm a normal kid, but they're with their mom's right now.”

You sighed, guilt gnawing at you from the inside. Never once did you regret having your daughter, but sometimes you regretted having to raise her while you were in the spotlight. The paparazzi were relentless, and your daughter more often than not had to pay the price for that. It was unfair, and you wished that you could've just faded from the spotlight to raise your daughter in peace.

“I'm sorry, baby. If I knew back then what my fame could do to you, I never would have signed on with that record label. I wish I could take it back.”

Nicolette shook her head. She got up from her cot and sat down next to you, leaning her head on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around her, placing a tender kiss on her head.

“It's not your fault, Mom. I don't blame you. You shouldn't, either.”

You shook your head. “That's easier said than done,” you replied, before adopting a more lighthearted tone. “But let's not talk about that. I've got some more food for you if you're hungry.”

Nicolette smiled at you and nodded eagerly. “I'm starving. Thanks, Mom.”

You smiled at her. However, before you could respond, a ruckus could be heard outside your tent. Both yours and your daughter's heads snapped in the direction of the two voices, instantly going quiet to hear what was happening.

“M'tellin ya, man. S'a fuckin' waste of time. We should jus' cut our losses here and scram. Take a few guns and food fer the road.”

“Merle, fer the last fuckin' time, we can't leave righ' now. It's too dangerous. We should wait 'til the heat dies down 'fore we go.”

“Wha' m'hearin' s'tha' yer a pussy. Wha's the matter, Darylina? Scared the geeks will get ya? 'Cause yer too incompetent to handle 'em?”

“Fuck off, Merle! It ain't like tha'. I jus' dun' wanna risk our lives if we dun' need to.”

“Whatever, man. M'goin' back to the tent.”

The man who's name you had learnt to be Merle left, his retreating footsteps growing fainter until you couldn't hear them anymore. However, you could clearly see the silhouette of the other man still outside your tent. You could hear him quietly muttering to himself.

Turning to Nicolette, you gently placed the plate with the food—cooked squirrel with some beans—onto her lap and stood up. You turned to her and leaned down to place a sweet kiss to her forehead.

“Eat up and get ready for bed. I'll be right back and then we'll continue reading that book.”

Nicolette nodded, and with that, you exited your tent. The man stood with his back to you, but a simple slight twitch of his head in your direction showed that he had heard you. His body stiffened visibly, and you frowned at that.

“Hey. You're Daryl, right?” you asked him, prompting the man to turn around.

However, he didn't meet your gaze, finding great interest in the ground below. He simply grunted his acknowledgement, a slight upwards nudge of his nose confirming your question.

“I'm Y/n. It's nice to officially meet you,” you introduced yourself, extending your hand to his for a handshake. Daryl made no move to shake it, however, making you awkwardly retract your hand. “I, uh, just wanted to say that you were right.”

“Wha'?” Daryl asked in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing. He hadn't meant for the question to slip from his lips, trying to just remain quiet until you got the message that he was in no mood to socialise, but he failed.

“That argument you had with your brother. You were right. It's way too dangerous to wander off on your own right now. Personally I feel like you shouldn't be wanting to go at all because it's safer with a group, but that's not my call to make. Just thought I'd let you know that your instincts are right. Don't listen to your brother.”

Daryl was confused by your niceness. He was even more confused by the fact that you agreed with him. He was so used to women taking Merle's side instead of his all the time, so this was something entirely new for him.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” he replied awkwardly, nervously chewing on his lower lip.

You smiled at him before nodding. “Okay, well, just wanted to tell you that. Oh, and to ask you not to argue in front of my tent again. I have a twelve year old in there who doesn't need to hear all of that.”

Daryl ducked his head, an embarrassed blush flushing over his face. “Sorry.”

“I guess I can let it slide this time,” you said with a smile. “And thanks for the squirrel. Thanks to you, my daughter doesn't have to go to bed hungry tonight. Never thought we'd have to resort to eating squirrel, but it's not that bad. It's actually kinda delicious. It's way better than—” Realising that you were busy rambling, you shook your head and gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Just, thank you.”

Daryl didn't know why, but he felt an unexplainable pull to you. Maybe it was the way you showed him kindness without even knowing him, or maybe it was the fact that you were the only one who seemed to actually appreciate the food he brought back from his hunts, even if it was squirrels. Despite their hunger, everyone else mostly refused to eat anything he brought back if it wasn't deer. Yet there you were, thanking him for bringing back something as mediocre as squirrel.

And it certainly didn't help that he found you absolutely radiant.

“S'nothin',” he finally responded. “M'jus' glad yer lil' girl can eat tonigh'.”

“You're the one who brought back the squirrels?”

At the sound of a small voice, both you and Daryl turned around to face your daughter. Nicolette walked up to your side and beamed brightly up at Daryl, catching him off guard. The other kids in the camp were terrified of him and wouldn't even glance in his direction, yet this kid was not only looking at him, but willingly talking to him.

“Yes, he is,” you confirmed, smiling fondly down at your daughter.

Nicolette looked up at Daryl, realisation dawning on her. “You're the man with the crossbow! And the vest with the angel wings! You're so cool, sir. Do you think I could maybe shoot your crossbow one time? It's okay if you say no, but can I maybe see how you shoot it so that when I get my own crossbow one day, I know how to use it? Or—”

Daryl's lips subconsciously twitched up into a smile. Her rambling was so similar to yours. Like mother, like daughter, he thought to himself as he looked between the two of you. There were over a dozen similarities between you and Nicolette. She looked just like you.

You placed a hand on Nicolette's shoulder, halting her rambling. You turned to Daryl, giving him a smile. “We should probably get ready for bed. Goodnight, Daryl.”

“Night, Daryl!” Nicolette greeted him enthusiastically, following you into the tent.

“Night,” he whispered.

“Oh, and by the way, don't be a stranger. I'd love to see more of you.”

Daryl blushed and ducked his head. He hummed, not trusting his voice at that moment in time.

You smiled and finally entered the tent, zipping the tent closed behind you. He stood there for a couple of moments before turning and walking back to his own shared tent with Merle.

Daryl couldn't explain it, but for some reason, in that short conversation, he felt drawn to you. It was unnerving, but felt nice at the same time. And your daughter was downright an angel, your exact copy.

“Wha' were ya doin', sniffin' 'round tha' popstar?” Merle asked when Daryl entered the tent, catching him off guard. Daryl had assumed that Merle would've been passed out by now, high off of whatever drug he was using that night.

“Popstar? Wha' the hell are ya talkin' 'bout?” Daryl questioned, plopping himself down on his cot.

“Tha' woman ya were talkin' to, she was a singer 'fore all this. Real famous, too. Used to see her on TV and in magazine's all the time.”

Daryl's mind swarmed with questions. You were a famous singer? How the hell did you end up there, with a bunch of nobodies? And why had you thanked him for bringing back something as simple as a squirrel? If you were famous, you had probably eaten banquets of the richest, most delicious food out there, yet you enjoyed squirrel? And to top it off, why would you willingly want to hang out with him of all people?

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“Daryl, oh my god.”

At the sound of your panicked voice, Daryl slowly sat upright in the bed in the guest bedroom. He looked up and locked eyes with you, seeing the worry written all over your face. You hurriedly sat down on the edge of the bed next to him and gingerly reached out to touch the bandage around his side, careful not to add too much pressure and hurt him.

“M'fine, sunshine. Dun' have to worry 'bout me,” he replied, waving off your concern and gently grabbing your hand to push it away from the bandage.

You scoffed in disbelief and shook your head. “You're my friend, Daryl. Of course I'm going to worry about you. I care about you, and you expect me to not worry?” you asked, bringing your hand up to gently caress his cheek.

Friend. That word reminded Daryl of how you viewed him. It had been two months since your first interaction at the quarry and his affection and attraction to you had only grown stronger. However, it seemed to him like his feelings weren't reciprocated, so he settled on being your friend.

Little did he know that you felt the exact same way. You just didn't know it yet.

“Heard ya punched Andrea fer shootin' me. Any truth to those rumours?” Daryl asked, diverting the attention away from his now pounding heart as your fingers gently pushed his hair back.

You smiled sheepishly. “My hand slipped?” you tried, shrugging your shoulders.

Daryl smirked slightly and shook his head. “Sure. Whatever ya say, sunshine.”

You let out a sigh, reluctantly drawing your hand back from his hair. “She had it coming. We told her not to shoot and she didn't listen, trying to boost her own ego instead. She almost killed you, Daryl. That's not something she should be allowed to get away with, but Rick and Shane aren't gonna do anything, so I took matters into my own hands.”

Daryl smiled softly. “Not bad fer a popstar.”

You giggled. “Hey, I got into a couple of fights before my career took off. I know my stuff. I know how to shoot a gun, too, but that's a discussion for another day.”

Daryl chuckled and nodded. He shifted back against the headboard and gazed at you, simply admiring your beauty for a moment. It amazed him that a beautiful, kind, caring, smart woman like you would ever wanna be associated with the likes of him. You were perfect and he was, well, him. It didn't make sense, but he dared not to question it.

“Can I ask ya somethin' personal?” he blurted out before he could think about it.

You nodded at him. “Sure.”

“When ya talk 'bout yer career, it sounds like ya hated it. Why'd ya become a singer if ya hated it so much?”

You remained silent for a minute. Daryl feared that he had asked the wrong thing and was about to apologise, but you spoke up.

“I was nineteen when I signed with my first record label. I didn't want to be in the spotlight because singing was more of a hobby to me, but my parents forced me to. Growing up, there wasn't ever really any money around and my parents made it out like it was my fault. They made me feel like I owed them for everything they did for me, and they forced me to sign with that record label. My parents were my managers and all the money I earned for the songs I wrote and sang basically went to them. That went on for a couple of years until I met Nic's father. He was a bass player in a band I was collaborating with. I fell in love way too quickly, jumped into bed with him when he made an advancement and ended up pregnant. The guy didn't want kids and bolted, leaving me a single mom. My parents hated that and basically disowned me.”

“M'sorry to hear tha',” Daryl replied sympathetically. He didn't really know how to respond; he never knew that about you. You chose to keep your life before you had Nicolette private, and he respected that. He had his own demons he preferred to keep quiet.

“It's okay,” you reassured him, shaking your head. “He was an asshole. And I was better off without my parents. I managed to sign with a decent enough record label and the rest was history. I got a ton of backlash from haters for being a single mom. There were even rumours that I had cheated and that's why the guy left me, but that wasn't true. But none of that matters anymore. My reputation doesn't matter anymore. All that matters now is keeping my daughter safe and keeping the people I care about alive. People like you.”

“Ya shouldn't care 'bout me. S'a bad idea.”

“Well, bad idea or not, I care about you. And so does Nic.”

As if being summoned, Nicolette knocked on the door and hesitantly stepped inside. Daryl adjusted the covers over his body and sent her a tight-lipped smile. Nicolette gave him a small smile back but he could clearly tell it was strained. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying.

“Are you okay?” Nicolette asked, crossing her arms over her chest as if to make herself appear smaller.

“M'fine, kiddo. Dun' worry 'bout me,” he reassured her. “Hershel fixed me righ' up. I'll be outta here in no time.”

Nicolette looked to you for confirmation, and you nodded. “He's right. He'll be fine. Some antibiotics and he'll be up and at it in three days. You'll see.”

“Okay,” she nodded, her eyes flickering between you and Daryl. “I'm glad you're not dead, Daryl.”

Daryl chuckled at the girls forwardness. “M'glad m'not dead, too.”

You smiled at the small interaction between Daryl and Nicolette, your heart swelling with fondness. You stood up from the bed and motioned for Nicolette to follow you.

“C'mon, baby. Let's leave Daryl to get some rest, okay?”

“Actually, I was wondering if I could maybe stay?” she asked timidly, nervously fiddling with her hands. “It's just... I wanna stay.”

You looked at Daryl, and he shrugged nonchalantly. Despite his nonchalance, Daryl's heart swelled with fondness. This little girl, who owed him nothing, wanted to stay with him. He couldn't believe it.

“Okay, you can stay for a while. I'll be back later, okay?” you relented.

She nodded and sat down on the chair. You gave Daryl's hand one last squeeze before heading out, sparing one last look at the two. Nicolette was starting to retell some of the events of what her and Carl had gotten up to that day, and Daryl hummed in acknowledgement before looking up and locking eyes with you.

With one last parting smile, you headed out and made your way back to the tents. On your way there, a startling realisation hit you like a ton of bricks, one that would change the way you saw Daryl forever. Despite the fact that he could be snappy at times, and that he was known for being grumpy, he treated you with respect. He didn't care about who you were before the end of the world. He didn't care about your mistakes, about if you were famous or not. That didn't matter to him. He only saw you, the person behind the old tabloids, and he had become close with your daughter. He even took the time out of his day to teach her how to use his crossbow, even if she was a slow learner. And in that moment, you realised something:

You had feelings for him.

➳༻❀✿❀༺➳

“Y'know, m'glad Nic didn't have to meet her father. She's better off.”

You turned your head to Daryl, a look of confusion spreading across your features. “I agree with you, but why do you say that? You didn't know the man.”

Daryl shrugged, taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke away from you. “Ya said back at Hershel's tha' he never wanted kids. If he had stuck 'round, god knows wha' he would've done to her.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, turning your attention back to the darkness ahead of you. “She is better off.”

The night was relatively quiet, save for the distant sound of walkers groaning outside the prison's fences.  Daryl was on watch that night in the guard tower, and you had taken the initiative to join the archer that night. Everyone else had retreated into the prison for the night, leaving only you and Daryl awake.

“So are we gon' tell Nic 'bout us or not?” Daryl broke the silence, taking the last drag from his cigarette before putting it out next to him. “S'been over a month now. She deserves to know.”

Unbidden, flashes of that night a month ago arose in your mind. The feeling of his lips on yours, his hands exploring your body and the way he felt pressed against you. The feeling of your bodies becoming one was one that you wouldn't forget anytime soon, but the one memory you'd hold with you forever was the confession from the man next to you. After the heated, pleasurable moment you'd spent together, feelings were revealed, and you and the archer had unofficially started your relationship. You had both agreed to keep it a secret, but Nicolette was starting to get suspicious about the two of you.

“I'm okay with telling her tomorrow. She deserves to finally have confirmation on her suspicions,” you told him, leaning your head against his shoulder. “She already sees you as her dad, anyways.”

Daryl couldn't argue with that. Flashes of his own arose in his mind. A couple of days ago, he had returned from a run, battered and bruised. He could barely walk and both you and Nicolette were distraught. However, after he was patched up and resting in his cell and you were up in the guard tower for your shift, Nicolette had come to him in tears. He had hugged her tightly to his chest, acutely aware that she was transported back to that day on the farm when he had been shot. That night was the night Nicolette had confirmed that she saw Daryl as a father figure.

“Please don't leave. My mom needs you. I need you. We both need you in our lives. Please, Daryl.”

In that moment, even though she didn't know yet that you and Daryl were together, he knew that he wouldn't be able to live without either of you. You both were his entire world. Nicolette was his little girl. You were his partner, and there was no way he was letting either of you go.

“Dun' worry, Nic. I ain't goin' nowhere. I promise ya tha'.”

Shaken from his thoughts by your lips on his exposed shoulder, he turned his head to you, coming face to face with a mischievous smirk. He instantly knew what that smirk meant, and he helped you climb onto his lap.

“But,” you began, pulling his attention back to your previous discussion. “Let's worry about that tomorrow. Tonight, it's just me and you.”

Daryl smirked and attached his lips to yours. You may have been a popstar before the apocalypse, a celebrity living in a mansion, but in that moment, you were simply you. The woman Daryl cared for deeply, the woman Daryl was never gonna let go of.

Because in that moment, you were nothing but his.

[flotillakrys]

TV Ship Questions

I wasn't tagged but still wanted to do it.

Rules: Answer with gifs then tag!

1. Favorite ship?

2. First ship?

3. First ship you were crazy for?

4. Newest ship?

5. Ship you like but no one else does?

6. Ship you wish was endgame?

7. Ship you wish had screen time?

8. Ship you want to have more screen time?

9. Ship you wish had been canon?

10. Ship you want to be canon?

[seventyfiveapples]

Shaken

CHAPTER 5

Bright / Nick Jakoby x OFC

(Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4)

Oh hello: it's you, plot and angst. Yes that's right, but there is important background stuff to lay down. I promise there will be sexy times soon. (SO SOON.) So, I was thinking that if Nick was the nation's first orc police officer and it's present day LA, and "races living separately" is a thing, then it might be a pretty Big Deal for an orc and human to date. So that had an affect on some of the conversations in this chapter, and maybe Ward has a little “journey” as he evolves on this topic. Is this too much exposition? Is this too plot heavy? Would it stop me if it was? haha enjoy.

The sun was bright and warm the next day, and Nick took a moment to tilt his head upwards and take a deep breath before climbing the stairs to the station. Was it always this bright? Did the lantana on the sidewalk always smell so sweet? Everything seemed a little... more today. He smiled to himself, thinking about his date with Lucy - their conversation, the way she looked at him... even the end of the date, when their goodbye kiss was so rudely interrupted by the San Andreas fault.

It was a small earthquake: 3.5 or 3.6 tops, but he could tell Lucy was thoroughly freaked out. He realized that she must be relatively new to the area. 

When she gripped him tightly for stability, he thought his heart might pound right out of his chest: Not only did she seem to like his company, she trusted him. She believed he could keep her safe. He wanted to keep earning that trust, to make her feel safe as much as he could. Every now and then he could tell that there was something… some fear at the back of her mind… that kept her always a little on edge.

When she’d asked to come see him at the station today, her whole demeanor had changed. He saw her fear most clearly then.

Oh shit, he thought suddenly, seeing Daryl at his desk across the room. She’s coming to the station today. Nick still hadn't told him that Lucy was human. Maybe it wouldn't be a big deal... Maybe he should tell him just in case.

His partner waved at him from across the room.

“Hey Casanova, how was the big date?”

Nick couldn’t help himself from grinning ear to ear.

“It was… really good! Really REALLY good.” He smiled to himself for a moment and then just shook his head. “She’s incredible… funny, smart, kind, driven... AND,” he concluded, “she picked the smoothie café.”

“Well, aren’t you two just two little orc peas in a pod? You know what, I’m happy for you, Nick.”

“Hey Daryl, can I talk to you about something?”

“Sure thing right after you go turn this paperwork in.”

Daryl handed him a small stack of folders. Nick frowned. Daryl hated to turn in paperwork. The new Captain could chat up a brick wall, and might not even notice. He would take up no less than fifteen minutes of Daryl’s time every time he saw him, regaling him with tales of the glory days of his youth while Daryl tried his best to politely excuse himself. If Daryl Ward could barely get a word in edgewise, Nick didn’t know how anyone else managed.

Luckily for Nick, the captain’s anti-orc bigotry expressed itself in something close to the silent treatment. He barely said two words when he saw Officer Jakoby. For once, Nick didn’t entirely mind being treated differently.

He headed down to drop off the papers.

***

One thing Lucy would never get used to in Southern California was the earthquakes. There was something so unsettling about the ground under her feet moving… what kind of place had she moved to, where she couldn’t trust the ground?

Luckily, yesterday’s was a smaller one. Nick had taken it completely in stride. He hadn’t even flinched when the tremor rolled through - or when she grabbed onto him for dear life. Real smooth, Lucy. There’s that confident image you try to project.

She thought of how he looked at her when she'd held him. She didn’t think he’d minded one bit, actually.

In the police station, she walked straight to Officer Jakoby’s desk. It was empty for the moment.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” Asked a tall, black, human officer from behind her.

“Oh! Thank you, I’m just waiting for Officer Jakoby.”

“He’ll be right back if you want to have a seat. If there’s anything I can help with, he’s my partner.”

“You’re Daryl Ward? It’s nice to meet you! I’m Lucy Harris and-“

“You’re Lucy Harris.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“That’s right, Officer Ward, and I was-“

“Lucy Harris. Teacher, smoothie fan... you’re a human?” He had an odd look on his face as he asked her this question. What was going on here?

Lucy said nothing, watching Daryl as he looked at her with an expression she could not interpret. Finally, she spoke.

“Um, yeah. Last time I checked... Is Nic- Officer Jakoby coming back soon?”

“Yeah, why don’t you just take a seat.” He said, suddenly chilly. Lucy pretended to be fascinated with the contents of her purse while she waited.

After a few minutes, Nick came back. He smiled when he saw Lucy but paused as he approached, seeming to sense something off in the room.

“Hey, Nick. Thanks for meeting with me. Is there somewhere we can go to talk privately? This is kind of... sensitive.”

“Sure. We have a few empty offices down the hall.” He turned to Ward and saw a look that was a mix of... Disappointment? Disgust? Something in between?

“Partner, we can talk in a minute, but right now I could use your help.”

***

The three of them sat in an empty office while Lucy removed three items from the purple canvas tote bag she had brought with her.

“I came home a week ago and my roommate had found this propped against our front door,” she started.

The officers looked closely at the items - torn brown wrapping paper with Lucy’s full name printed in block letter, the framed photo, and the note reading “Found you.”

“Do you have any idea who might have left this?” Asked Ward.

“Absolutely."

***

Two and a half years ago, Lucy Harris didn’t exist.

Jennie Perkins, however, was living a quiet life in Tacoma, Washington. She worked as a teacher at a highly regarded private school and lived with her boyfriend of a year and a half, Dave West.

One day in the early spring, an FBI agent approached her, out of the blue. She told Jennie that her boyfriend was not who he claimed to be, but a murderer and drug dealer involved with organized crime. She brought boxes of photos and documents: not enough for a legal conviction but more than enough to convince Jennie, who was undone by the news. She was shocked and unmoored. Everything she knew about the person she thought she loved had been a lie.

The agent convinced her to hide cameras and listening devices in strategic locations around the house. She advised Jennie to “act normal” until they could build an airtight legal case.

Easier said than done. Overnight she’d gone from a relatively carefree life to being essentially a spy, knowing that her partner was living a double life and trying to make sure he’d be arrested. Acting normally without tipping off a paranoid criminal required tremendous effort.

After a couple of months, something violent happened at their house while Jennie was at work. She never found out what it was. In fact, she never saw the inside of that house again. The takeaways from the incident were 1) that one of the cameras was knocked loose in front of Dave and his “colleagues,” and 2) that Dave probably knew Jennie had hidden it, and was cooperating with the feds.

The agent and Jennie agreed that they would fake Jennie’s death (an elaborately staged car accident) and she would move out of state under an assumed name until the trial was over. The FBI slotted enough resources to help her get set up, and Lucy Harris was “born.”

About a month ago, Lucy received notice that the trial was about to start. The FBI agent had contacted Lucy/Jennie to start making arrangements for her to come and testify.

That phone call was the last time anyone had heard from the agent.

A week later, they found her body in a field by the highway.

Her apartment had been torn up as if someone was looking for something… Lucy had a pretty good idea of what. Not quite three weeks after that when the package had shown up on Lucy’s door.

“So," Lucy concluded. "Billie and I moved into a new place. Luckily, her brothers had an empty rent house right next door. I was just starting to feel okay again, but the afternoon someone slashed two of my tires. They left this.” She reached into her bag to pull out the knife and note. She couldn’t look Nick in the eye when he picked up the note full of slurs and read it.

“Apparently, he's close by, and he knows where I am. And I don’t know what to do. So I wanted to just report this, just in case there's some way to find him or stop him.”

There was a moment’s pause, as the officers digested what she had told them. Daryl spoke first.

"Damn," he said. “That's... a lot. Look I know this is a long shot, but I don't suppose you have any evidence about this? Before we commit to any security detail, we'll need some hard proof.

Lucy looked up, surprised. She let out a sudden sharp laugh.

“Oh no, I have tons of evidence! Boxes and boxes. I made copies of everything I gave to the agent. It’s all in a safety deposit box. I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason I’m still alive. I haven’t visited it in months, but it’s all there.”

“We’ll need to see it.”

“Well then you’ll need to figure out how to get me there unrecognized, because I am pretty sure he’s following me.”

Nick swallowed hard. Had he followed them on their date? Lucy looked at him, a guilty expression washing over her face.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Nick. I should have. I just… it seems like I keep putting more and more people at risk. I had a great time with you, but I don’t blame you if…” she shook her head. She didn’t have to say it. She knew he’d want to call it off. Hot tears sprang to her eyes, as the reality of the whole situation settled on her. It was the first time she’d talked about this in two years to anyone except Billie.

“Lucy, you haven’t done anything wrong. Daryl, could you give us a minute?” After his partner left, Nick moved close enough to lay a strong hand on her forearm and look straight in her eyes. “Lucy, I really like you. I’m not going anywhere. It’s going to take more than that to get rid of me.”

“More than a murdering psychopath?” she said with a skeptical laugh.

He raised his eyebrows. “Murdering psychopaths? I eat those for breakfast. They go great with that kale smoothie.” He didn’t often make jokes, but when he did, they seemed to have been borrowed from cop movies. Lucy broke into a loud laugh, part nerves and part surprise, and hugged him. 

“Now, tell us everything that might help us track down this asshole.”

***

Later, on patrol, Nick broke several minutes of silence with a pointed question. “Something on your mind, partner?”

“I guess not.”

“You ‘guess’ not? The fuck does that mean?”

“If you don’t want to tell me about your business, then I guess it’s not my place to say shit about shit.”

“Meaning?” Nick asked gruffly.

“Why didn’t you mention she was human?”

“Does it matter?”

“You know what all those assholes at the station are gonna-“

“Does it matter to YOU, Daryl?”

Daryl looked out of the window, not answering. After a few seconds, he spoke.

“You should have told me.”

“Ward,” Jakoby started, keeping as even a tone as he could, “are you upset because I didn’t tell you, or are you upset because you don’t think orcs and humans should date?”

Ward paused again, and tried to choose his words carefully. “Each of the nine races stay separate, you know that. That’s why there’s peace.”

Nick snorted, a humorless laugh. It was two steps forward, two steps back with his partner.

“Peace?! Is that what you see out here?” Driving through an Orcish district, they saw gang-tagged graffiti on every wall, smashed windows covered with plywood boards, crime scene tape around one corner, and a group of teen orcs glaring at them. In the distance they could see a billboard advertising jewelry. It read: “exclusively available in the Elf District.”

“I’ll tell you what I see,” Nick concluded, “a powder keg. I don’t think keeping people separate is really helping anything.”

He continued: “Look, Lucy and I didn’t plan this, and we’ve only had one date, but I really like her. How the fuck does that hurt anyone?”

After another pause, Ward finally spoke. “What about her? I mean, you’re used to all the bullshit people say. Do you really want to put her through that?”

Daryl had struck a chord. Nick hated to think of Lucy - of anyone - being insulted or attacked because of him.

“She’s not naive, Ward,” Nick responded in a softer tone. “It’s her choice to make, and mine. No one else’s.”

“I just… it’s not going to be easy for you.”

“Maybe not. Since when do I take the easy road?” Nick asked, smiling a little. “I’m used to people - humans, orcs, whoever - saying shit to me. They’re going to do that anyway.” He stopped for a minute. “I know they say shit about me to you, too.”

It wasn’t an accusation, but Daryl felt a pang of guilt. Had he heard what the other officers said about him on a daily basis in the locker room? Had Daryl even spoken up? He couldn’t remember.

“I’m not asking you to confront them, or fight my battles. I’m just asking - in this situation, with Lucy - if people get ugly, it would mean a lot to me to know I had your support… if I do have it.”

Nick looked at him with questioning eyes and Daryl sighed. He’d never known any orc-human couples and it just seemed odd to him, but Nick had a point: who did it hurt? Nick’s request was so sincere it cut through anything Daryl might have said in protest.

Besides that, Daryl thought of Lucy's story. How were they ever going to find this guy? A little orc/human racial tension might be the least of their worries.

More than anything he kept thinking, what if the tables were reversed? What would Nick say if Daryl asked for his support, for anything?

He would offer it without hesitation, of course.

“Yeah,” Daryl replied at last. “You got it, Nick.”

***

Across town, Dave West paced in his makeshift room: an abandoned shipping container at the very far end of the docks. At his feet lay a spectrum of weapons, but he would have to add to these: most of them wouldn’t do too much on the orcs that were protecting Jennie now. He logged onto his computer to keep tabs on her through the GPS tracker he’d placed on her car.

The police station, huh? He wondered if it was business or pleasure. He flipped through the photos he’d taken of Jennie and the orc police officer on their date. He’d probably have to move a little more quickly than he wanted to.

There was still no sign of her visiting any storage units or banks with safety deposit boxes. He had to wait, for now, damn it. As long as that evidence was out there, he was in danger of not only criminal conviction, but he was in danger from all of the other people who were mentioned or implicated in whatever she had gathered.

He’d be better off in prison than out and “free” with them as his enemies.

No, for now, he just had to wait for her to slip up. Once he destroyed the evidence, he could kill her and everyone who tried to help her, and get back to San Francisco.

Or, he thought, flipping through the photos again, he could help things along and get... creative.

@beastlybfs @bonnietakesnosh-t @fantasticauthorofzonk

[weeb-alcove]

2019 Kpop Playlist

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL77pv5URcE8ZiUTqBbpKJAbOkFTx80yi4

Kpop:

1 Week - Flowsik & Gary

2 the Midnight - At Night & FR:EDEN & Rheehab

9Muses Hurt Locker Remember

AB6IX Light Me Up  ♪ from their album 6IXENSE ♬ Blind for Love Dandelion

Affection - Gugudan

All Night - Astro

ATEEZ Hala Hala  Pirate King  Promise Say My Name (original, w Juwon Park) Treasure  ♪ from their album TREASURE EP. 3: One to All ♬ Utopia Wave ♪ from their album TREASURE EP. FIN: All to Action ♬ Dazzling Light If Without You Mist  Thank U Win Wonderland

Bad High - Primary & Jade

Baekhyun ♪ from his album City Lights ♬ Betcha UN Village

Between - Ciki

Blue - Ha Sung Woon

BTS Airplane pt.2 Dream Glow Heartbeat ♪ from their album Map of the Soul: Persona ♬ Boy with Luv  Home  Jamais Vu

Bumkey Better Man Dancing on Glass

Butterfly - LOONA

Cactus - VIXX

Chemistry - Maddox & Hash Swan

Chungha Chica Gotta Go

CLC Distance ♪ from their album No.1 ♬ I Need U No

Cold - Key (of Shinee) & Hanhae

Crush One of Those Nights Sunshine woo ah

Dancing in the Rain - Rad Museum

Day6 ♪ from their album The Book of Us: Entropy ♬ 365247 About Now  Deep in Love  Like a Flowing Wind  Not Fine  Not Mine  Ouch  Stop Talking  Sweet Chaos  ♪ from their album The Book of Us: Gravity ♬ Time of Our Life Wanna Go Back 

Different - Woodz

Don’t Know What to Do - Blackpink

Don’t Touch Me, Plz - Chan

Dry Flower - Surl

EXO Closer to You

♪ from their album OBSESSION - The 6th Album ♬ Baby You Are  Day After Day  Obsession

Fairy of Shampoo - Junggigo

Flash - X1

Focus on Me - Jus2

Friendship - YunB & Hoody

Gaho Fly My Heart Beats Like That Not Over Pink Walk ♪ from his album Preparation for a Journey ♬ Going On  Preparation for a Journey  Stay Here 

Gifted - kayLa

Golden Child ♪ from their album Re-boot ♬ Compass  Lately  Wannabe ♪ from their album Wish ♬ Eyes on You Genie Listen ♪ from their album Goldenness ♬ If  Let Me

GOT7 Miracle You Calling My Name ♪ from their album Love Loop ♬ Bibouroku Superman ♪ from their album Call My Name ♬ Pray  Run Away  Thursday  ♪ from their album Spinning Top: Between Security & Insecurity ♬ Believe  Eclipse The End

GroovyRoom Room Service Somewhere This Night

Holiday - A.C.E.

Home - Seventeen

Homebody - pH-1

It’s a Different Thing to Love Her and Make Her Happy - Jeebanoff

Jivin’ & Vibin’ - Daryl Kim & Minsoo & Nic Hanson

Jopping - SuperM

KNK ♪ from their album KNK S/S Collection ♬ Fade  We Are the One

Like This - Leo Kang & Nody Cika 

Livin’ It Up - KiUi & Abi F Jones & Geek Boy

Lonely - Woosung

Long Flight - Taeyong  

L.O.V.E. - Park Jihoon

Lovin’ Your Scene - divin’

Mamamoo Gleam Starry Night

Mennal - Vince & Okasian

Mino Fiancé Nobody

Monsta X Lost in the Dream Rodeo  X-Phenomenon  Who Do U Love? ♪ from their album Follow - Find You ♬ Follow  See You Again

Move - Taemin

NaNaNa - Imfact

NCT Dream Boom Don’t Need Your Love

Nostalgic Night - Victon

NU’EST  Bet Bet ♪ from their album The Table ♬ Call Me Back  Love Me  NU’EST W And I Help Me Let Me Out ♪ from their album Who, You ♬ Polaris Signal  ylenoL

One More Time (Otra Vez) - Super Junior

Oneus Lit Red Thread ♪ from their album Raise Us ♬ BingBing  Intro: Time  Twilight 

ONF Asteroid Complete

Phobia - Dvwn

Poison - VAV

Red - The Rose

Red Velvet ♪ from their album 'The ReVe Festival’ Finale ♬ Milkshake Psycho Sunny Side Up!  Zimzalabim 

Romeo - Han Choim

Runaway - Eric Nam

Secret Garden - Oh My Girl

SF9 ♪ from their album RPM ♬ Liar  Round and Round See U Tomorrow 

Shaun 36.5 Bad Habits

Sleeplessness - Ovan & Van.C

Solfamiredo - W24

Spotlight - Xydo

Stray Kids Chronosaurus Double Knot  Get Cool Miroh Side Effects TMT ♪ from their album Clé: LEVANTER ♬ Astronaut  Levanter You Can STAY 

Transcend - BewhY & C JAMM

TVXQ ♪ from their album New Chapter #2 ♬ City Lights Truth

TWICE Fancy Get Loud 

Twit - Hwasa

TXT Our Summer  ♪ from their album The Dream Chapter: MAGIC ♬ 9 and Three Quarters (Run Away)  New Rules 

Universe - Minhyun

Vibe - 1Team

WANT - Ovococo & Q the Trumpet

WayV Love Talk (original, English) Moonwalk 

Winner  ♪ from their album We ♬ Ah Yeah Everyday (remix) Mola Zoo ♪ from their album Cross ♬ Flamenco (Hoony Solo) OMG Soso Wind (Yoon Solo) 

Woowa - Dia

Jpop:

Breakthrough - Twice 

Fight! - Aests

Paparazzi - Radwimps

R.O.C.K.M.E - Reiji Kawaguchi & Marty James (Dave Audé remix)

Vpop:

Đau Đầu - Isaac

Hãy Trao Cho Anh - Sơn Tùng & Snoop Dogg

[bluesfortheredj]

"What are we doing for lunch then?" Norman asks as you walk along together away from set. "Hmm," you reply, as if pondering the question, when really you couldn't help but think about the photo you saw recently of him and his new 'friend'. Jealousy had always got the better of you when it came to Norman and other women. You know it's not a nice feeling, and you wish that you didn't feel this way about him, but you can't help who you fall in love with, right? Unfortunately this was the case here, and he seemed to have no interest whatsoever, which cut deep, but was understandable when you looked at the kinds of women he went out with. "Hey, hello, earth to (Y/N)!" He suddenly says, waving his hand in front of your face. "Huh? Sorry, completely zoned out then. What did you say?" "Don't worry. Are you okay?" "Yeah, fine. So what are we doing for lunch?" "Well, I happen to know this really lovely little restaurant just down the road-" "Nic and Norman's? Yeah, heard it's crap actually," you laugh as he playfully nudges you, the puts his arm around you. "Come on, lets try and put a smile on your face," he says, pulling you to his bike. The ride to the restaurant is lovely, giving you time to think as your arms are their most comfortable place; around his waist. You rest your head on his back as you look at the trees racing past you both, a blur of green and brown lining your route. You arrive in the town and park up the bike, your arms very reluctantly tearing themselves away from Norman's body. You head inside, his arm draped around your neck, then he chats to the staff and takes selfies with them before sitting down with you in a corner booth. "What do you fancy?" He asks, sticking his tongue out a little as he scans over the menu in his hands. "Ha," you laugh, "erm, a burger." "What's so funny?" "Absolutely nothing." "I don't believe you," he says, squinting his eyes suspiciously at you. You smile sweetly at him, then look down at the menu again to hide your face. A waitress comes over and takes your order, then you sit there with your drinks in an awkward silence. "So how was your night last night?" You finally ask, knowing you'd already seen the pictures he'd probably rather you didn't see. "It was alright, went out with a friend. What did you do?" You smile at his words, wondering whether he did this to try and protect you from it all, or because he genuinely thought you wouldn't see the pictures plastered over every magazine website on the front page, but you didn't want to ruin the illusion just yet. "Nothing much," you shrug. You'd made your feelings clear before, making a complete fool out of yourself in the process when he politely declined, but thankfully you'd come past this and were even closer than before because of it. It broke your heart seeing him with these people who were around your age, it was then that you realised it must just be you. You sigh out loud, unaware that you've done it until Norman frowns at you. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Sometimes I wish I could read your mind, (Y/N), there's so much going on in there that I have no idea about," he says, a small smile appearing on his face. "Trust me, you wouldn't want to know what's going on in here," you laugh. Your food appears and both of you dig in, eating in comfortable silence as you enjoy your delicious meal. You feel your phone go off in your pocket and when you've cleaned yourself up, you quickly read the text. -Hey, it's Sam. I'm in town for a few days, so you want to meet up? X Sam was an old school friend, and he was in a tv show as well now, so it was rare both of you had time off together. You smile down at your phone, then shove it back in your pocket. "Looks like someone's mood has changed," Norman winks. "Maybe," you smile. Norman pays for the lunch, even though you did protest and offer to pay your half. You head back to set, then reply to Sam when you get there. -Hey Sam, yeah sure, name a place and time and I'll be there. I have the rest of the week off x You arrange for the next day and start getting excited about seeing him again. You'd dated when you were younger, and always had a soft spot for him, even now. The feeling you had when you saw him on telly was pure pride, you were so happy he'd finally got the job he'd always wanted. The next day went really well, Sam was as smiley and welcoming as ever, and you soon felt like it was the good old days again. The relationship developed quickly, time was not on your side anyway between your filming schedules, but it felt just like before, it was right. "You free for dinner tonight?" Norman asked after work every now and again. Each time you had to refuse, you had limited time with Sam and wanted to make the most of it before he left to start filming again, which happened to be the other side of he country to you. Norman would react the same each time, a simple 'oh', then he'd skulk away silently, not wanting to ask why. You finally felt happy, you felt wanted, and boy did Sam want you, in any way he could. That was one thing that had changed on his part, he was more passionate and it excited you beyond belief. It was a couple of months into your relationship, nothing had been made public yet, but a few close friends knew, and the cast you worked with. "Hey, (Y/N), lets grab lunch," Norman smiled as he went to put his arm around your shoulders like before. "Sorry, I can't, Sam's in town and-" "Why can't we hang out if Sam's in town?" "We can, but-" "Are you avoiding me?" "Why would I avoid you?" "I don't know, but it feels like you are." "Norman, I'm not being funny, but I was there for you for months before this. It's my turn to be selfish now." "You think I was selfish?" "I think you knew that because of my feelings for you, I'd always be there when you needed someone. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but it made me feel like shit when I'd seen the photos from the night before of you with some random woman," you say, your pent up anger finally rising to the surface. "I never realised you took any notice of that kind of thing," he says, cheeks reddening at being confronted with the truth. "It's very difficult to ignore when it's all over the internet." "I never did it to hurt you." "I know. You just didn't think. I have to go now." "No! Stay! For fuck's sake, (Y/N), they were a distraction for me. Can't you see that?" "A distraction from what?!" "You! I knew how you felt about me, but I couldn't let you get too close, get involved in all this mess." "What mess?" "My life. I get followed everywhere, no part of my life is private, I didn't want you to get caught up in it all." "I could've decided that for myself if I'd have been given a chance," you almost shout, "are you trying to say that you went with those other women to protect me? I don't think so!" He grabs you, bringing you back into his trailer, having been stood outside it the whole time. "I'm not saying that," he growls at you as he pushes you against the wall, "what I'm saying is that I feel the fucking same about you but I can't let you get involved with me." "That's bullshit!" You growl back, his face now millimetres from yours. Then it happens, something in him clicks and he presses his lips against yours, claiming your mouth and pushing his tongue inside. You hesitate at first, but your feelings take over and you kiss him back, pushing against his face as you do. His hands run up and down your body fiercely, tugging at your clothes, and undoes your jeans. "Say no and I'll stop," he breathes against your lips. "Yes," you pant, and he pushes your jeans as underwear down your legs as fast as he can. You step out of them, then he grabs one of your legs, lifting it onto his hip, his jeans already undone and down to his knees. He pushes into you and pounds you into the wall behind as you carry on kissing sloppily, the only sounds being skin against skin and your intermittent moans and heavy breathing. As quick as it's started, it then ends, you biting on his shoulder to stifle your moans as you clench around him, then him spilling inside you, pressing you into the wall roughly. "I want you," he says after letting you down and fixing yourselves up. "I want you too," you whisper. @negan-dixon @sapphire1727 @jodiereedus22 @reedusteinrambles @blondielovesr5-blog @whovianwalker1999 @cbarter @dixonreedusfangirlforever @coffeebooksandfandom @serfyan18 @kimba011 @teamrick @princessxpunk @addiction-survivor25 @dixon-daryl @aquivercactus @twd-daryl @redm81

[dixons-sunshine]

hiiii, i was wondering if u could do more with daryl x ex popstar reader ? it’s ok if not but take ur time <333 i love ur work 🫶

Daryl Dixon x Former!Celebrity!Fem!Reader Headcannons

Word count: 573.

A/n: Headcannons based on this fic I wrote. I didn't have any ideas on how to write a part two, so I made headcannons instead. I hope you like it!

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★ Daryl saw you around the quarry long before he actually met you.

★ He could see how everyone bestowed privileges on you, giving you extra food, extra water, etc. However, he didn't have the faintest clue why they did that. And he didn't ask why, either.

★ He didn't emerse himself in pop culture, so he had no idea who you were.

★ Merle definitely tried to shoot his shot with you multiple times, seeing as you were one of the many women's who's magazine photos he used to, ahem, do things to.

★ Surprise, surprise, you rejected him each time.

★ After Daryl officially met you and Merle revealed to him that you were famous before the outbreak, he tried to distance himself from you.

★ However, you were dead set on befriending him, and in the end, he couldn't resist anymore.

★ The first time Daryl ever realized that he had romantic feelings for you was when you were in the CDC.

★ You and your daughter shared a room with him that night, and both of you insisted he play a game of Uno with you after you found a pack of Uno cards.

★ The two of you continued playing the game long after your daughter eventually went to bed, and made the game more interesting by adding alcohol to the mix—everytime somebody had to pick up due to a +2 or +4, they had to drink as well.

★ Daryl had never felt that relaxed in his life, and while the alcohol was slowly fogging up his mind, he thought to himself that you were the most perfect woman he's ever met.

★ That thought had sobered him up, and he realized that he saw you in a way that friends shouldn't.

★ The first time the two of you ever shared a kiss was at the prison.

★ He had just returned from the woods with Merle and you were rightfully pissed at him.

★ During an argument, you had unexpectedly grabbed him by the front of his vest and pulled him into a kiss, effectively ending the argument.

★ The two of you never officially established your relationship. The two of you just simply were together after that.

★ Your daughter absolutely adores Daryl.

★ Her and Daryl have an unbreakable bond.

★ He teaches her everything he knows, and she absorbs everything he says.

★ Because of him, she was able to help find food during those eight months on the road after the farm fell.

★ The first time she ever called him "dad" was when the two of you reunited with him after Terminus.

★ The two of you had managed to get out with Tyreese, and you had been with him and Carol when the others were trapped in Terminus.

★ While Rick and Carol ran to Judith, and Sasha ran to Tyreese, Daryl had dropped his crossbow and ran straight for you and Nicolette.

★ It was nearly impossible to tear the three of you from each other's arms. You all clung to each other for dear life, shedding tears of happiness and relief.

★ Without really thinking about it, she had accidentally called him dad.

★ “I missed you, Dad.”

★ Daryl was stunned, but he had shared a small smile with you, happiness overtaking his being.

★ “I missed ya too, Nic.”