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s1-2 daryl who gets jealous and angry with shane flirting with the reader? I have a feeling ur the best person who could make it work

Quite Badass (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

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note: i quite enjoy writing for daryl, very fun. no warnings except maybe shane gets punched lolz

WC: 1.6k

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Leaning up against the nearest tree, Daryl stood still. Letting his eyes scan over the camp. Everyone was sitting around doing their own chores and carrying on. His eyes soon found you as you were sitting around the small fire with Carol, seemingly just sewing. Looking down at his hands, he quickly turned around and retreated to his own spot. 

Since the beginning, Daryl had his eyes for you. You were so addictive to him, someone he could look at all day. It felt childish, like he was a teenager all over again; Having a ridiculous crush he could never speak about nor do anything about. Just freezing or getting too emotional everytime you both were together. He had felt ashamed, letting himself get so worked up over feelings, but he couldn’t help it. 

And so, he would just stick to far glances and looks, hoping he would never get caught by you. Or even worse by Shane. Which was a thought that invaded his mind constantly. Daryl, much to his dismay, wasn’t the only one that had eyes on you in the camp. Shane being his biggest competitor nowadays. He never liked Shane, and seeing how he was with you made him jealous. 

But he would never admit it was jealousy.

All things considered, he wasn’t sure of you and Shane’s relationship. But he figured if Shane kept pestering you everyday, the both of you had to be something. Maybe not official, but something. Made him angry, seeing you with such an asshole.  

Daryl was bitter, but it wasn’t like he had anything to be bitter about. You and him were just acquaintances at best and if you had to put a label on it. He was just bitter he would never get to have you for himself, for good. 

Now trying to pay attention to his own work, he started to mess around with his blots. Glenn had scored some new ones on a run, and now it was Daryl’s job to adjust the length to his crossbow. Getting absorbed into the work at hand, he didn’t pay any mind to what was going on in the camp. 

So much so, he didn’t even see the person walking up toward him. A shadow was casted over him and caused him to look up. Meeting your eyes, he quickly looked back down to his work. 

He had thought you were just going to see what he was doing and leave, but you stayed. Looking back up again, he looked you over. Holding a bunch of clothes in your arms, before he could speak you quickly flashed him a nice smile and spoke. 

“Stitched up some of your shirts and jeans. Figured you wouldn’t mind,” you gestured the clothes out to him. Standing up, Daryl took the clothes out of your hands and went to set them in his tent. Giving you a respectful nod and thanks, he proceeded to the tent.

Once coming back out he was surprised to see you were still standing there. Almost like you were mocking him, mocking he could never have you. 

“Anythin’ else ya need?” Daryl made his place where he originally was while still looking up at you. His tone was harsher than intended, but he was genuinely asking. But also slightly annoyed at the taunting he felt like he was enduring. He noticed you playing with your hands before you nervously spoke up. 

“Want help with those? I know what I’m doing. Got taught a while back,” scoffing slightly Daryl focused his attention back to the arrow he had been working on. 

“Don’t ya gotta hang around Shane or some shit,” his tone had some sort of venom in it. But you paid no mind, surprisingly, you just laughed. Looking back up he raised his eyebrow, “Wha’s so funny?” Finally discarding the arrow so all of his attention was on you. 

Calming down from your laughing fit, you composed yourself and explained the situation. “You think we’re a thing? Hell no, never in a million years. Bastard won’t take the hint,” sitting down next to him you both were finally on the same level. 

Now it all made sense to him, Daryl felt like an idiot. You’ve never once reciprocated Shane’s behaviors or gestures. Now he feels like the asshole.

Wiping his face with his hand, he sighed out of disappointment with himself. “M’Sorry,” you responded with a scoff and the wave of a hand. “If I was in your shoes, I would’ve thought the same thing. If you know, it wasn’t me,” Daryl flashed you a confused look but understood nonetheless

Staying silent for a minute, he tried to find a way to avoid the bigger situation at hand. Also known as, his feelings for you. Daryl reached down to the bolts in front of him and picked them up. Handing you some of the ones that were still factory cut and unworked on, he noticed a small smile on your face as you took them. Both of you finally working alongside each other. 

Both of you were silent, and it was comfortable. Getting away from the main group, and Shane, turning out to be the best thing for you. 

Nice things couldn’t last forever though. Both of your heads shot up to the sound of loud footsteps coming closer. Rolling your eyes and Daryl shaking his to himself, you both realized it was Shane. Maybe if you both ignored him, he’d leave? That was hopeful thinking.

Once he reached your spot, Shane just loomed over you both. More or less, he remained closer to Daryl, almost acting as if he was the man himself. Daryl didn’t look up, Shane didn’t deserve the respect of a greeting in his eyes, especially now learning he’d been on your case for so long. 

Placing his hands on his hips, Shane began to speak much to Daryl's annoyance. “Darlin’, why are you all the way out here? You know I want you to stay in my sight.” Shane’s tone gave off the impression of a controlling boyfriend, making Daryl cringe. The petname too, he was the only one who should call you that in his mind. 

“I was just helping Daryl, no harm done. I’m a grown adult, I don’t need someone to save me,” your voice was calm, and Daryl had to applaud that. If he was in your shoes he would’ve been off the walls. Shane just shook his head in response though, not taking your answer. 

“Doesn’t matter, you should’ve stayed in sight. You know how Dixon’s are,” Daryl could feel Shane’s judgemental stare piercing right through him. At that moment, Daryl shot up and pointed the arrow at Shane, “Jus’ fuck off already, don’t want ya here.” Daryl moved his arm to point at the main part of the camp, but Shane didn’t move, didn’t even move a muscle. 

Still smirking, Shane looked down and groaned looking back at you. He had puppy dog eyes, making Daryl cringe more than he already was. Shane inched closer to you and placed his arm around your shoulder. “How about you and I get out of here, go somewhere private?” Shane was now just looking at you, not even acknowledging Daryl was even there. At this point all Daryl could see was red, wanting to knock in Shane’s teeth at that very moment. 

“I think I’m okay here, Daryl’s good company,” You smiled looking at Daryl before Shane let out a small, mocking laugh. “Him? Darlin, a redneck like him doesn’t deserve a gem like you,” you scrunch your face in response and detached from him. Backing away slowly, Daryl watched as you slowly stepped toward him, seeking some sort of protection it seemed. 

Daryl instinctively made his place between you and Shane. Making a quiet tsk noise with his tongue, Shane shook his head. Despite his efforts to intimidate Daryl, it didn't work. 

Shane’s arm started to sneak up to reach out toward you, but not without a quick smack from Daryl. “Don’t.” 

“Or what?” the minute those words left Shane’s mouth a swift punch from Daryl was thrown. Shane stumbled back, a hand where Daryl’s fist collided. “Come around ‘er again, it won’t be a fist next time,” Daryl spit out. Which finally caused Shane to take his leave, but not before cursing Daryl under his breath. 

Daryl’s breathing fell heavy, calming down from all the adrenaline rushing through his veins. Looking down at the ground, he attempted to collect himself before facing you again. When suddenly he felt a soft hand grab his. Peeking over at his hand he noticed it was your hand in his. Your thumb was rubbing his hand in a slow motion, something to calm him down. And he found it worked, much to his surprise and yours. 

“Sorry,” Daryl interrupted himself with a sigh before he continued. “Got outta hand,” he tried to pull away from you, but you held his hand tighter. It was silent for a bit, neither of you not having a clue what to even say. You eventually broke the silence, seeming as cheery as ever. ���How about we just finish these arrows? You’ll need them eventually.” Nodding in agreement, he let you drag him to sit down and work. 

For Daryl, it felt like the minutes dragged on. Feeling the regret of getting violent and also letting his emotions take over in front of you. “You know,” his head instantly shot up at the sound of your voice. “Never had a guy punch someone for me before,” Daryl felt his cheeks get hot before looking back to his work. “Yeah, well, Idiot wouldn’t shut up.” You laughed to yourself as you agreed, “True, but still. Pretty badass.” 

“Badass? Really?” Daryl chuckled a little at the makeshift complement, which caused you to laugh as well. Shrugging, you continued to work. Daryl’s eyes still remained on you and watched you work. As you looked up, Daryl moved his head down. He heard you laugh again before you eventually spoke, “At least now that Shane’s gone, you get to look at me up close.” 

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Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Summary-(Request)

Content Warnings: +18, MDNI, age gap (20s and 40s) smut, p in v, unprotected, fingering, degrading, perverted and jealous rick I suppose, kissing, flirting, cussing, UNEDITED

The Georgia heat forced you to wear shorts and a tank top, which Rick definitely didn't mind seeing you in. Water sloshed around in the bucket with each step you took, and some even spilled onto you. You poured it into the cow troughs and made your way towards Maggie and Beth.

The girls were standing by the tents of the survivors living on your farm. You nearly rolled your eyes when you saw Maggie flip her hair in efforts of flirting with Glenn, one of the survivors. Beth awkwardly third wheeled them, so you decided you rescue her. "Beth, Daddy needs you," You called out.

She seemed to have caught the hint and scurried away from Glenn and Maggie's flirtatious interaction. You turned to the house but Glenns voice stopped you, "Hey wait! We need your help."

Slightly surprised, you turned back around and asked, "For what?" Maggie sauntered over to you with Glenn following closely behind her.

"We need you to come on a run with us," Maggie demanded.

The idea of going outside the farm was exciting and terrifying at the same time. There was 'infected' everywhere, you assumed. But that was simply an assumption, and you were sick of being cooped up in the farm. It couldn't be that bad, plus, you had Maggie and Glenn to watch out for you.

You paused for a moment before replying, "Well, I'm not opposed to the idea, but why?"

"We need to cover a lot of ground in a short amount of time. Glenn and I are gonna check pharmacies for medicine, you and whoever else are gonna check the stores for ammo."

Now, you were completely against the idea. Maggie and Glenn wouldn't even be around to look out for you. Your safety relied on whoever else agreed to go. "Why the hell would you even want me to go? I can barely shoot a gun."

She rolled her eyes, as if it were the most obvious answer, "You're the only other person here, besides Daddy and Beth, who knows the town as well as me. Don't worry, we'll find someone experienced to protect you." Her snarky tone ticked you off, but you decided to ignore it.

Glenn could see your unconvinced face, and decided to chime in, "Actually, I'll see if Rick could come. If he's able to protect a 12 year old boy, he'll be able to protect you."

It was embarrassing to be seen as s damsel in distress, but you really wouldn't be able to survive out there on your own. The two were eager to have you to come on this run, so you really couldn't say no. You sighed, "Fine, I'll go, but I don't think Rick would agree to it." Rick was the leader of the group on the farm, and he showed his disliked towards you the moment he laid eyes on you. It was clear he'd avoid you at every chance.

Rick couldn't deny the attraction he had towards you. The short dresses and tight tops you wore had his gaze lingering on you for far too long. Your lips looked so kissable every time you spoke to him. It was wrong for him to be attracted to you, Hershel would probably kill him for it. That's why he kept his distance from you and often gave you the cold shoulder.

When Glenn approached him and asked, "Would you mind coming with us on a run and partnering up with Y/N? She's kind of defenseless out there and we'd figure you'd be the best at making sure she stays alive." Rick didn't know what to do.

Being alone with you was something he'd never agree to, for his own well-being. It would be tantalizing to see what he couldn't have right in front of him. But knowing someone else would protect you, filled his veins with jealousy. He wanted to be your protecter, savior, and anything that meant keeping you safe. In his eyes, you were his, you just didn't know it yet.

"Yeah sure, I'll keep an eye on 'er," He nonchalantly answered.

You saddled up two horses, one for Maggie and Glenn, and another for you and Rick. Maggie rushed into the stables while holding onto Glenn's hand and giggling. Before you could say anything, Maggie announced, "Rick's just getting his gun ready, you'll catch up to us," and got onto the horse with Glenn sitting behind her. It was evident that they were going to be doing more than just searching for medicine as they galloped away.

Rick's footsteps snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned towards him with a hand on the horse's course fur. "Ready to go?" You asked softly, trying to seem polite. He just nodded in response and got onto the horse in a swift motion. "You know how to ride a horse?" You inquired, slightly confused at how well he did it.

"Yeah. Get on," He dryly answered. You were disappointed at his response and got onto the the back of the horse. Your body was pressed up against his back, making your stomach flutter and his heart race.

"This one's jumpy, so I'd be careful," You informed as you snaked your arms around his waist to hold yourself securely. The horse jolted forward and trotted out of the stables.

You directed Rick toward the town, but it was hard to focus on the dangers around you when you were so close to him. He smelled of a campfire and the forest, intoxicating you.

After about half an hour, you finally reached the town. The horse's loud footsteps attracted a walker, but Rick effortlessly stabbed it in the head. He began to tie the horse to a fence, but you quickly stood in front of him, stopping him. "What if she gets eaten?" You whispered, your voice laced with concern.

"Then so be it. There ain't nothing we can do, but this area seems fairly clear anyway," He replied with some edge and gently moved you to the side.

"Are you sure? Please can we look around to make sure?" You pleaded, feeling distressed from the situation.

He could see the worry in your innocent eyes and felt guilt creep up on him. "Fine," He grumbled and pulled his gun out of its holster.

You smiled in appreciation and watched as he tied the horse to the fence. Rick turned to you and asked, "Where's your gun?"

Completely clueless, you looked up at him and replied, "What gun?" Your father had forbidden the use of guns for you and your sisters, so the only weapon you had was a hunting knife. It was small, and you had to sneak it out of your father's shed, but it got the job done. Well, at least you'd hope it would.

He rubbed his forehead with his hand in frustration, "Jesus Christ, jus' stay close." You took this as a sign to grab his hand, lightly pulling him in the area you wanted to check. Rick was taken aback, but holding your hand was thrilling. He loved how soft and gentle your hand was, compared to his rough and calloused one.

After inspecting the area and finding no walkers, you deemed it safe enough to leave the horse. You guided Rick through the abandoned town, occasionally stopping at some stores to loot. Being in his presence made you feel safe, despite his attitude.

"This used to be my favorite place to shop," You explained and pointed to a boutique. It had broken windows and weathering, but there was still some clothing inside. "Now everything in it is free." Your comment formed a slight smile on Rick's face.

"We can check it out, but it's gettin' late, we need to head back soon," He plainly stated. You released Rick's hand and pranced towards the store eagerly. Rick followed you closely, slightly disappointed from the loss of physical contact. He did a quick sweep through the store to ensure no unwanted visitors would interfere with your looting spree.

"Look at this!" You exclaimed and excitedly picked up a short red dress with lace detailing. There were a couple tops and skirts you decided to take as well, stuffing everything into your backpack. It was dusty, but nonetheless beautiful.

Your smile and joy brought a sense of warmth around him, but the sunset outside made him anxious. "Are y'done yet? Walkers gonna be crawlin' everywhere soon," He hissed impatiently with his arms folded.

"Yeah, could you just help me try on this dress? I don't wanna take it all the way back if it doesn't fit," You replied and held up the wine red dress with elegant lace designs adorning it. He simply grumbled and followed you into the dressing rooms, hiding his anticipation.

You stepped into a dressing room and closed the curtain almost fully. The temptation to glance at you through the sliver filled Rick's mind, but he chose to turn away and ignore the growing bulge in his pants.

After undressing, you needed help zipping up the back of the dress. It barely covered your ass, so bringing it with you wasn't practical. Yet the urge to show Rick encouraged you to call out for him. He strode towards the dressing room as you slid the curtain open, revealing the beautiful dress. His eyes devoured the sight in front of him and roamed your body. Your legs and cleavage were on perfect display and the color complimented you beautifully.

"Zip me up?" You asked and turned around, pretending his gaze was unnoticed. The enclosed space required your bodies to push together. His warms hands reach your back and held you in place while her zipped it up. You could feel your cheeks heating up when his hand made contact with your bare skin and his erection pressed against you.

"Y'like it?" You whispered and tilted your head back, peering up at him through your lashes. Rick's eyes hungrily stared down at you as his hands traveled to your waist.

"Mhm" he muttered, tracing your body with his hands.

“Show me how much you like it,” you muttered, leaning into his touch and turning to face him. His lips grazed over your forehead before you felt his rough hand slip under your dress.

A smirk formed on your face when you met his hungry face. You guided his hand to you inner thigh, letting out a breathy gasp when his fingers reached your heat.

His fingers brushed over your soaking clothed pussy, "Fuckin' minx, already so wet." The feeing of his fingers rubbing your clit and hearing his words sent chills down your spine.

Rick's movements brought you close to the edge, just for him to slow down and deny your release. "Please," You whined, only receiving a sadistic smile from him. His hand left your clit and slipped out from under the dress, leaving you frustrated for more. "Just fuck me already," you panted, desperate to alleviate the growing desire between your legs.

He said nothing, simply cupping your face with the same hand and shoving the damp fingers into your mouth. You were surprised, but still felt yourself sucking on them eagerly, slightly tasting yourself.

"Only if you ask nicely," He smugly whispered into your ear before pulling them out.

"Please fuck me," You pleaded. In one swift motion, he spun you around and pressed you into the wall. Your hands supported you against the wall, as the sound of his belt unbuckling ignited a fire in your stomach. He pushed your dress up, just enough to slide your underwear to the side and coat his rock-hard cock with the arousal on your folds. The sensation earned a whimper from you as you struggled to stay quiet.

Rick eased into your drenched cunt slowly, giving you some time to adjust to the stretch. Your tight cunt squeezed around him, almost too tight. He was pressed deep inside of you, practically pushing against your cervix. He began to slowly thrust in and out of you, filling the small room with your whimpers and his groans. “You’re a fucking slut,” he rasped, causing your face to heat up in embarrassment. A loud and desperate moan left your lips as he sped up, grabbing your hips to push himself even deeper.

His hips rutted into yours roughly. “Fuck, I’m almost there,” you panted as the tingling sensation in your stomach increased.

A sinful smirk played onto his lips and he muttered “Good girl.” His praise sent you into your orgasm as he could pounding into you. Your walls clenched around him, finally slowing him down as he approached his own climax. You Rick grabbed a fistful of your hair and brought you closer to his face, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He stuffed your cunt with his cock completely before coming inside you, painting your walls white. You moaned into his kiss, satisfied at the feeling of being so full.

He slowly pulled out of you, causing some of the white liquid to dribble out. Your lips disconnected, gasping for air. Rick stared into your eyes with a sense of astonishment as you both caught your breath.

You met his eyes and smirked, “I guess you really liked the dress?”

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Blood Ties Chapter 15

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; vomiting; pregnancy; pregnancy complications; allusions to child abuse. A/N: This chapter is a little shorter than most of the others but I’m actually super content with it. I’ve altered Daryl’s idiolect to somewhere I feel a little more comfortable. I hope it still stays true to the character. Lots of feels. Buckle up.

Apparently, sleep had been in the cards for you after all. There were four things you noticed immediately upon waking. 

Firstly, there was a comforting ache between your legs that reminded you of the events of the previous night. You could still feel Daryl’s bare skin against yours, sweat-slick and new. You were aware he didn’t give that part of himself easily. You felt privileged. Your newfound revelation of your love for him felt validated. Still, you urged your mind onward. 

Secondly, Daryl was nowhere to be seen, along with Rick, Glenn, and Maggie. They must have left for the run already. You fought against the disappointment of not being able to see the archer before he’d gone. He wouldn’t have woken you. You knew that, but that did little to settle the discontentment of not seeing him off. 

Thirdly, a warmth was secured around your upper half in the form of one of Daryl’s button-up shirts. You chuckled quietly, considering how the gesture was one that was likely born out of concern and consideration but allowed yourself to entertain that it could have more than that. A desire to protect you and his child, ensure your comfort, as if wrapping you in something of his somehow marked you as off limits. 

And finally, you had to pee. The basic bodily function had been enough of an inconvenience before a small weight had been added above your bladder. Now, it appeared that your life was nothing outside of eating, vomiting, crying, and urinating. You were still trying to discern where the beautiful part of pregnancy might be hiding. 

“Good morning.”

You sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before waiting as they focused on Carol. You returned the greeting while stretching, your muscles giving up their sleep-induced stiffness. 

“Not much to eat but I saved you some beans. Are you hungry?”

You shook your head while, at the same time, scratching your blunt nails over your scalp. “I really need to pee though.” You eased Daryl’s shirt away from where it had pooled, folding it into a square on your lap. There was a brief chuckle from Carol that had you looking up quizzically. 

“I wish you could have seen him making sure you were okay before he left.” Your cheeks reddened, heat rising all the way to your ears. “Come on, I’ll walk with you.” The woman held out a hand. You took it and pulled yourself up, the warmth in your skin beginning to fade. As an afterthought, you grabbed Daryl’s shirt and unfolded it. It fit loosely over your flannel and shirt, providing a little more warmth against the morning chill. 

“I hope they are able to find more clothes. The wind cuts right through these damn pants.” You weren’t really intending to make conversation during the walk just inside the treeline but the silence after she had confirmed Daryl’s softness toward you had felt overbearing. 

“It was probably even colder without them.”

It took a minute for her words to sink in and then you stopped, feigning confusion even after the hint of pink covering your face surely gave you away. “What are you talking about?”

Carol laughed, a quiet sound, and stepped forward to barely move aside the three layers over your collarbone. “He left a reminder for you.” You really were confused for a moment before you were presented with the pleasant memory of his teeth clamping down above your collarbone and the intense orgasm that followed. 

“How do you know it wasn’t a walker?” You knew your attempt would be fruitless and cringed at the absurdity of your question. There was a relief when she didn’t even embarrass you further by answering. “Don’t tell anyone?”

“I didn’t tell them you were pregnant. I won’t tell them you’re sleeping with your baby’s father.” Carol grinned at your expression, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. “I’ll wait here.”

You were dry heaving against the far end of the wall when you heard the roar of Daryl’s motorcycle signal the group’s return. Carol had finally insisted you try to eat something and you conceded, barely finishing the last bite before scrambling away from the fire to vomit only a few feet away. After that, it was a losing battle that you didn’t have the energy to fight. 

“Y’okay?” 

Smiling through bouts of retching had not been on your bingo card for the year, but there you were. His warm hand came to rest against your spine. You sagged with a sigh, barely holding yourself up. 

“Yeah.” Your voice was rough. Clearing your throat, you sat back on your heels and tried again. “Yeah, I’m okay.” The back of your hand rubbed across your mouth to wipe away traces of saliva before you allowed yourself to look at him. “Jesus, Daryl!” The archer was covered in grime and guts, a darkening bruise on his right cheekbone and a still weeping cut above his left eyebrow. 

“M’fine. Ran into some trouble. Handled it.”  

When your hand reached for his chin, he didn’t shy away, letting you turn his head one way and then the other. “Looks more like it handled you.” The archer scoffed and swatted at your arm. With a sigh, you braced yourself on shaky arms to force yourself up, caught off guard by his fingers pinching the three fabrics that covered you to pull them aside like Carol had earlier. You didn’t expect to see such a deep frown when you brought your attention to his face.

Pursing your lips, you sat back down and pulled down the collar of his undershirt, relieved that he had taped gauze over the wound you had opened on him. “I think I win, tiger. Besides, it doesn’t even hurt.”

“Don’t make it alright.”

You shrugged. “It does if I liked it.” You were hoping that would bring him some calm but that endeavor was cut short when you lurched to the side to once again heave futility. Daryl would find no protest when he scooped you up after you’d finished, saving you the journey back to the fireside. 

Your feet touched the ground just as everyone came into view. Did he not want them to see him carrying you? 

“Uh, here.” The archer’s fingers shook as he gently lifted your wrist and began to fit some sort of bracelet on it. “Couldn’t find the meds. M’sorry. Tried like hell. Turned that place upside down.” He looked so disappointed in himself. 

You examined the piece, a light pink band with symmetrically placed metal circles that fit snug, but not painfully so, against your skin. It was a strange piece of jewelry. “It’s pretty.” You stated honestly, not really knowing what you were supposed to say. The gift was appreciated and you liked it in all its uniqueness. It was just that Daryl offering you an apology in the form of a gift was new, for lack of a better term. 

The bowman snorted. “S’posed to use pressure points to help keep ya from feelin’ so sick.”

Somehow, that meant even more than an apology. He couldn’t find what you needed so he searched out an alternative. You were almost willing to bet that’s why he looked roughed up compared to the mere dirt and walker guts you could make out on the other three. 

“Ain’t gonna stop lookin’ though. M’a find that medicine for ya.”

You smiled at him, heartfelt and genuine. “You’ll find it and Thumper’ll be just fine.”

“Ain’t just—” Daryl trailed off, scratching at the back of head while not meeting your eyes. “Ain’t just ‘bout the kid, y’know.” You blinked, your eyes filling. Though some of his actions had hinted at it, hearing him say it was something else entirely. 

“Daryl, I—”

“Y/N!” Maggie was beaming at you while jogging over, immediately wrapping a soft hand around your forearm. “Come see!” She encouraged, all teeth and bright eyes. You glanced back to find Daryl already disappearing into the dark, the moment clearly over. 

You let yourself mourn it even as you plastered on a smile and turned back to allow her to lead you to the others. A short distance from the fire, a plethora of items were littered across a blanket. The eldest Greene daughter had already relinquished her hold and knelt above the supplies. 

“What is all this?”

“Well,” Glenn chuckled from beside Maggie. “Daryl had a list. We searched for medicine and clothes and food but that guy was in full dad mode.” Your heart fluttered but you continued to listen. “He had all this loaded by the time we came out with the other stuff.”

“We couldn’t find the meds though. Not yet but we’re going to stop in other places. We did find some IV bags and tubing though!” Her big eyes flitted down to the bracelet you were toying with unconsciously. “He went back in for those.” Maggie’s expression was incredibly soft. “We heard some other people. And there were walkers. We were loading the last of everything and he was just gone.”

“Looked like hell when he came out but had a bag of about ten of those things.” Glenn gestured to your wrist. “He didn’t know if they expired and really, we didn’t know what they were but he did. He said you might need them for a while after the baby comes.”

You were on the verge of tears, your hand closing around the contraption Daryl had fought so hard to secure. Maggie was already showing you clothing she had acquired, mentioning that you and Lori would need them.  There were boots and sneakers, a size larger than you usually wore. Bras, only regular ones. Nursing bras were a no-go but it would be a while before you needed those. They found few actual maternity items but things in larger sizes and some men’s items that could be used. 

“And then all this stuff Daryl grabbed. He said he didn’t know if he’d ever find it all again so he took all he could.” Rick had remained quiet up to that point, refusing to meet Lori’s eyes as he spoke. Definitely trouble in that paradise. 

The blanket held things you weren’t even sure about. Maggie explained the manual breast pump. There were bottles, nipples, pacifiers, orajel, one container of infant Tylenol, a container of infant gas relief drops, two packs of newborn diapers, three packs of wipes, several baby blankets, three healthcare kits, some clothes that were just so, so tiny. You were simply overwhelmed. Daryl, the provider for the group, had ventured off alone to find all he could think of for the baby, leaving the others to find supplies for the here and now. 

“How are we gonna haul all of this if something happens to the cars?” You bit down on your lip after speaking, still fighting the sting in your eyes. 

“I guess he thought of that too.” Glenn jerked his head to the right where several backpacks were piled up. “He said between all of us, we can keep everything here as well as any supplies the adults need.” It went unsaid how you all held onto hope that you’d have a safe place to stay by then. 

“Wow. How many places did you clear?”

“Four.” The young man answered immediately. “Dude had an agenda. He wasn’t coming back until he had everything on his list.”

“Oh! Here!” Maggie grabbed a thick winter coat and held it out. “He said you needed this. It was one of the things he refused to come back without.”

You were still stunned, swallowing it down behind feigned delight. “Okay, gimme some of those clothes.”

Daryl was leaning against a tree when you found him. You were in much warmer clothes and bundled deep inside the warm jacket that left plenty of room for the belly you’d be sporting soon enough. 

“Hey.” You greeted. He didn’t turn but grunted in reply. “Thanks for this.” You watched his eyes slide over when you gestured to the coat. 

“Warm enough?” 

“I feel like I am legitimately baking a bun in the oven.” You smiled brightly when he deadpanned at you with a mumbled stop. “Seriously, though. Thank you. For this,” you pulled up your sleeves to show him the anti-nausea bracelet, “and for this.”

He glanced over but then back out to the quiet wooded area. “It workin’?” 

You shrugged. “I threw up lunch but then I’ve kept water down so far.” His blue eyes finally turned to you and studied, sliding down and back, before he jerked his chin up in a nod and looked away yet again. Something was bothering him. That much was obvious. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm.” Daryl reached for the bag at his feet, pulling out a carton of cigarettes. He opened one end and pulled a pack free before dropping the box back into the bag. You could hear the plastic tear and the flick of the zippo but your eyes were on something else. 

Breaking the Cycle of Abuse: How to Move Beyond Your Past to Create an Abuse-free Future

You didn’t notice him move until he was zipping the bag with more force than necessary, moving it out of your sight as if you had X-ray vision. 

“You won’t be like them.” You didn’t know who had hurt him. Though he’d allowed you to see him without the thin armor of his shirt, he hadn’t offered any information. Not that there had been time. He sent you off to bed, took watch alone, and he was already gone before you even woke up. 

He took a long drag off the cigarette. “Don’t act like ya know anythin’ ‘bout it.” He stated evenly, smoke flowing from his mouth behind every word. It was difficult but you didn’t let his words sting. 

“I really don’t. My daddy was amazing. My mom wasn’t a monster. She was just—weak. Never had a boyfriend hit me or anything.” A hand came to rest on his shoulder but he shrugged it off. “But I can listen if you want to talk about it.”

“Nah. Ain’t needin’ my head shrunk.”

You noticed immediately that he gave no indication as to any of the people you mentioned being the one in his life to hurt him. There was so much you didn’t know about Daryl. So much he didn’t know about you. If one of you died after the baby came, how could the other possibly tell the story of the other parent with so many missing pieces. 

“Daryl?”

“What?” The archer didn’t snap at you but there was an underlying annoyance that you couldn’t miss if you tried. 

You sighed. “Nothing.” Tell me everything. “I think there should be food ready if we head back now. Corned beef hash, if I read the can correctly.” What are we?

“Ain’t hungry but you g’on. Ya need to eat. Need the food just s’much as the baby does.” It was a valiant but failed effort to offer you his portion of the meal. 

“You need it too.” Daryl looked so tired but it wasn’t just physical exhaustion. He had been racking his brain for anything that could make your life easier now and after the birth. A break was necessary. “And you need to sleep.”

“Said I ain’t hungry. Ain’t tired neither.”

“Bullshit.” Your patience was wearing thin, whether from hormones or just the simple grating of his petulance on your last nerve. “Not gonna beg you. Do what you want but I would feel a hell of a lot better if you’d take as much care of yourself as you try to for me and the baby.” You made a show of stomping away, hoping that he’d see how he was affecting you. 

The warmth of the fire began warming you within the coat before you had fully reached it. Carol was already filling a bowl for you and holding it out by the time you sat down. “Thank you.” The woman smiled and nodded, returning her focus to her own helping. You took a moment to regard the state of your stomach. It was uneasy, but only slightly. The abundant smells of food, burning wood, and a hint of body odor from close proximity weren’t making it worse. You decided to take the risk and shoveled a bite into your mouth. 

You had managed less than a third of the bowl when Daryl emerged from the shadows, nodding at Rick when they passed one another, the latter taking up watch with his bowl in hand. The hunter’s crossbow was placed on the ground before he took a seat next to you, your shoulders nearly touching. It was a gesture of vulnerability that the group either didn’t pick up on or didn’t care enough to acknowledge. But you did. 

Your bowl was placed in front of your criss-crossed legs so you could reach out and silently beckon Carol to fill another. Nodding your thanks, you offered it to Daryl, smiling in the face of his sneer. He wasn’t unaffected by your blatant desire to care for him, his distaste evident but not aggressive. He accepted the food and wasted no time before digging in, visibly forcing himself not to inhale the meal. 

He had been hungry. An invisible force squeezed your heart. He was already making sacrifices for his family, regardless of wherever it was the two of you stood. He was choosing you as a priority, eager for your health and comfort at the cost of his own. You’d have to watch him or he’d run himself into the ground. 

There wasn’t much left after a single serving for everyone but it was an unspoken agreement that what remained would be for you, Lori, or Carl. You managed to make it through most of your own serving, adding a little more on top while leaving enough for the kid and his mom to split the rest. You forced another two bites to at least support the appearance of initially wanting more. You hadn’t. You did want the archer to have more. He was careful to conceal it but you knew without asking that he had either trimmed his own portions of the few meals the group had managed or turned it down all together. And that simply wouldn’t do. 

You maneuvered your bowl above his in preparation to rake what you hadn’t eaten on top of what he was still working through. He pulled back, brow furrowed. “Eyes were bigger than my appetite.” You shrugged. 

“Give it to one’a them.” Daryl jerked his chin across the fire, holding your gaze while taking another bite. 

“There’s enough left for them. I want you to have this.” The tension that followed was brief. He gave in rather easily, offering his bowl with a heaved sigh. You didn’t gloat and spooned the rest out for him. “Thank you.” He replied with a grunt that really could have been interpreted as a growl. 

A promise was made to Carol to help her clean the mismatched bowls in the morning. You were tired; slightly nauseated and, for once, eager to close your eyes. Still, something bothered you. 

During dinner, you noticed the fine, almost imperceptible shivering. Despite his natural ability to act as a human space heater, Daryl was cold. He wore only his vest, long sleeve button up, and a tank top beneath. You pushed to your feet, feeling his eyes follow you. The supplies had been separated and placed into different backpacks, forcing you to go through three of them to find the blankets. Some were small receiving blankets while others were thick, large fabrics. You grabbed two of those and then one of the blankets for the adults. Those were limited to one per person, having been hard to find. 

You returned to his side without a word. The largest blanket was soon spread over the ground. You hoped he would take the hint and share the blanket, sparing him from the cold forest floor. 

Daring to push your luck, you took one of the larger baby blankets and spread it over his shoulders. Daryl tensed with a spoonful of food hovering just over the bowl, trembling so hard that clumps were falling back into the bowl. You watched his eyes dart from person to person, lingering on Carol as she smiled around her spoon. She kept her eyes straight ahead but had obviously seen your actions. 

The archer deflated slightly, pushing what remained on the utensil past his lips. You sat down on the edge of the blanket, leaving ample room for him to just shift over and lie down if he wanted. You, on the other hand, nearly collapsed onto your back before rolling onto your side to grab the other blanket. Your torso was warm under the jacket but the chill of the night air was still biting at your legs. Making sure they were adequately covered, you used one arm as a pillow, not even trying to fight the heavy call of sleep. 

In the haze of exhaustion, you faintly registered the warm body against your back and the gentle squeeze of a hand on your hip. 

The weather only became colder as the days wore on. The dead moved slower but in groups that grew larger, desperately in search of living flesh. There hadn’t been a single living soul in three weeks.  Everyone had moved on. And that meant that every stop had been cleaned out of anything useful. Anything vital to survival. 

Hershel did what he could to ensure that you and the baby remained as healthy as possible. Without the proper equipment, there was little he could do beyond checking your pulse, taking approximate measurements of your stomach. You took the meds when Daryl could find them; changed the bracelet when the one you wore didn’t seem to be as effective. Hershel would administer IV fluids as often as he dared while in constant motion to stay ahead of the gathering herds. At times you wondered if you or the baby would even survive after all. 

At twenty one weeks, you had most definitely—as Lori had put it—popped. While malnutrition and the complications you suffered ensured you struggled to maintain any sort of healthy weight, the small roundness of your abdomen remained prominent. Despite Daryl's protests, you continued to ride behind him on the bike, the bump pressed against his back, the only time you felt like you could offer any true safety for your baby. Protected by their father from the weather, the walkers. 

From the world. 

The current stop saw you vomiting beside the porch of the home the group was searching. Daryl was with you, quiet, one hand on your back and the other holding any hair away from your face. 

“Doc should give ya some’a them fluids.” His suggestion came quietly against your ear after you sagged against him. 

“Maybe at the next stop.” That was always your reply. Even when the archer had to pull the bike off the road for you to retch and heave. Maybe at the next stop.

You didn’t want to be the reason the group was held up. You continued to hold on until your legs buckled and your head clouded, always waking up with tubing in your arm and a worried bowman’s face hovering over yours. 

This was most likely going to be one of those times. You angled your head to look at him, his tired gaze on the front of your coat. The large size ensured the swell remained hidden. You both preferred it that way. If you ran into any hostile living, it wouldn’t be something that could be used as leverage. 

“How ‘bout this stop?” It wasn’t a request. Still, the command was strained at best. Daryl looked exhausted and drawn, years older than just two weeks before. 

There was still nothing defined about what the two of you had. He slept behind you at night, putting himself between you and any possible entrance, the curves of his body fitting into yours. His hand never ventured past where your hip met your stomach. There had been nothing sexual since the first night on the road, not even a kiss. 

The two of you never discussed where you stood. It was as if you just were. Together but not. Maybe he never wanted to discuss it because he was afraid of how badly he felt he was failing you. How he felt he was a terrible father before the kid had even taken their first breath. The times you had tried to reassure him, he had snatched up his crossbow and skulked away to hunt, a quiet bark of watch her to Carol. 

You didn’t offer him any of those reassurances that night. You preferred to have him close to you, that barrier between your baby and the world, instead of wondering if the sight of his back as he walked away would be the last you would see of him. 

As you laid there on top of your blanket in the run down house, IV fluids flowing into the back of your hand and Daryl breathing quietly at your back while his fingers flexed over the bony junction of your hip, you startled to feel the small flutter inside the swell of your belly. You carefully moved your hand over where the sensation originated, not wanting to alert Daryl just yet. Hershel had told you that the first movements would likely only be felt on the inside. 

That was indeed the case. Still you held your breath after each flutter, awaiting the next with tears flowing across your nose and down your temple. 

Your baby was moving. 

“Daryl.” 

His fingers stilled. “Hmm?”

“They’re moving.” You shifted to look over your shoulder at him. He had slightly raised his head, his brow furrowed. He looked over his own shoulder toward the people sleeping behind him. The only one up was Rick, his gun on his lap while his gaze was trained on the door. 

“Who’s movin’?” He looked so, so tired and your heart shattered, as it did anytime you looked at him lately. 

But this wasn’t the time for heavy hearts. 

“The baby. They’re moving.”

The change in the archer was gradual. Understanding finally blossomed in his expression, the dull veil that had glossed over his pretty blue eyes washed away with the wetness of his unshed tears. You gently wrapped your fingers around his and pulled his hand toward your belly, parting your coat so he could touch your warm skin with chilled fingers. You both knew he wouldn’t be able to feel it, but it didn’t stop him from crumbling, burying his face in your hair. You remained unsure if he was crying, even his stuttering breaths completely untelling. 

Still, his fingers squeezed yours over where your baby moved. 

And for one brief moment, the world around you was beautiful. 

[virtualreader]

under the stars

rickgrimesxfem!reader

summary: somehow the night watch shifts got jumbled, resulting in a maybe-not-so-forced proximity with the married, appealing leader of the group.

word count: 2,2k.

genre: smut, and a lil' bit of angst.

warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, masturbation, adultery, etc. (not proofread)

a/n: this was requested by an anon, I really hope it is what you wanted, enjoy!

+18 content below, minors dni, nsfw, please do not read it if you're uncomfortable with this topic!

The night sky laid before your eyes. It was the only thing that had improved with the outbreak. There were plenty of stars that night; they had always been there, but you just couldn't see them.

Contemplating the bright stars made everything seem right as if you were still enjoying summer nights in your backyard. But you were not. You were on watch.

The silence around you was only broken by the crickets and the occasional distant howling of the wind. The moon above shone brightly, casting eerie shadows around you, and the first dewdrops settled down onto the wisps of grass.

Suddenly, you heard a twig snap, and your heart skipped a beat. You turned around and saw Rick approaching you, his brows drew together as he asked, "Whatcha doing up there, y/n?”

“Watch duty,” you spoke simply.

Rick found it strange; he could have sworn that it was his turn tonight. As a matter of fact, it was. However, Glenn had asked for you to cover his shift, as they would not return until late into the night.

"Wasn't I supposed to be on watch tonight?" he asked, shifting his weight to his right leg.

You observed him from your perch atop Dale's RV. His hands rested on his hips, and a substantial amount of blood stained his clothes. His sweat-soaked shirt clung to his torso, highlighting the physical exhaustion he must have been experiencing.

"Were you?" you rubbed your forehead. "Glenn told me you couldn't make it here in time for your shift.”

"Mind if I stay?" Rick asked. "I won't be able to sleep a wink anyway, and I think you could use someone to talk to, don't you?”

After accepting his proposal, Rick climbed up the handrails to sit beside you. With your feet hanging off the vehicle, you felt the cold breeze hit your skin, but it didn't bother you as much as you thought it would. Instead, you welcomed the refreshing feeling, which provided a momentary escape from the tension and stress of everyday life in this new world.

You observed Rick as he took in the view, his expression softening as he relaxed, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of the world around him.

As Rick sat beside you on top of the RV, you both found yourselves lost in a conversation that went on for hours. It was a rare moment of tranquility in a world filled with chaos, and you were grateful for it.

"You know what I miss the most from the old world?" he asked, breaking the settled silence.

You looked at him, nodding to encourage him to continue.

"Coffee," he said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "There was something about that bitter taste that just made everything better. It was like a warm hug in a cup, and it's something that you just can't replicate with anything else." He paused, lost in thought for a moment before continuing. "I remember how people used to line up for hours just to get their hands on a cup of coffee from their favorite shop. It was a social event, a way to connect with others over a shared love of caffeine. And now, it's just gone.”

You kept on talking for a while, exchanging memories from the time before the apocalypse. Although it felt like only minutes had passed since he arrived, you found yourself opening up to him, telling him about your life before the dead walked the earth.

You reminisced about renting movies every Saturday night, a ritual you followed religiously. You described dancing around the house with a broom in your hands, singing along to your favorite 80s songs. You explained how you would wander the neighborhood streets for hours with your dog, even on rainy days.

Rick's eyes drifted towards the horizon, and you could see the sadness etched onto his face. "I miss it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I miss my family, my friends, my job…everything. I miss everything."

You placed a hand on his shoulder, offering comfort. "We all do, Rick. We all do."

"Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it," Rick said, his voice heavy with emotion. "All the fighting, all the pain…for what? Just to survive another day?"

You turned towards him and rested your hand on his arm. "It's worth it, Rick. We have to keep going, for ourselves and for the people we care about.”

"You know," you began, hesitating as you tried to gather your thoughts. "I've been thinking a lot about the world we live in, and how chaotic and violent it can be. It's easy to feel lost and alone like we're all just struggling to survive. But then I look at you, and I realize that you make me feel safe, protected, and cared for." you said, voicing the thought that had been brooding in your mind. "And I believe I speak for all of us when I say we appreciate you as our leader.”

Your cheeks blossomed with red as Rick’s enlarged pupils bored into your soul as if he could read through you. His mere presence was enough to put you in a fight-or-flight mode, making you aware of an attraction you had not acknowledged before.

Rick Grimes was not chosen to be the group leader - it was a role that he fell into almost organically. His rise to leadership was not unexpected. He had always been a man of great integrity and his strong moral compass meant that he was a natural choice to lead the group. Rick's unwavering commitment to the group's survival and his ability to remain level-headed in times of crisis meant that he quickly gained the trust of his peers.

The graze of a hand in your tight startled you, averting your eyes from the sky that had you entranced, to Rick's face. He took advantage of the moment and reached out to gently caress your cheek. You felt a rush of emotions as your heart began to race.

You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as Rick leaned in closer, responding to the adulterous desire you had ignited within his heart. His breath felt hot on your skin, and you could hear the beating of your own heart as your lips met in a passionate kiss, finally acknowledging the feelings that had been brewing between you for days. Though the world may have been gone, at that moment, everything felt right.

As you embraced the married man, your heart was racing with excitement. You could feel his lips on yours and his arms tightly wrapped around you. But as you both pulled away, a sudden realization dawned on you. What were you doing? You were kissing a married man, and his wife laid just a few feet away, sound asleep. The guilt and shame crept up inside you, and you couldn't help but feel regretful for your actions. It was clear that this was anything but right.

“I-I’m sorry. I should not-” you breathed, your voice trailing off as you struggled to find the right words. You looked down at your feet, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you. You had always been good at thinking on your feet, but at this moment, your thoughts were scattered and disjointed.

"Don't do that," he said, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. You tried to look away as if avoiding his gaze would excuse your immoral actions. But the hand he had on the side of your face prevented you from doing so, gently forcing you to look at him as he confessed, "Don’t apologize for something we've both obviusly wanted for a while now.”

And as if he knew what was going through your mind, he added, "Please don't worry about Lori," his voice soft and comforting. "Our relationship had decayed well before you and I met, so don't beat yourself up. If anything, that responsibility rests on me." His words were like a balm to your soul, a soothing reassurance to your worries, easing the fears that had been gnawing at you.

As the night wore on, you found yourself ogling at Rick's physical appearance. You couldn't help but notice the veins on his arms or the way his shirt clung to his chest, and the feeling of desire for him was overwhelming. You knew that your actions were wrong, but in this world, who was there to judge? You leaned in to kiss him again, but this time, something was different. This time, you knew that there was no going back.

When he turned you over onto your back, your heart raced with anticipation. You felt his hands slide down to your hips, gently but firmly holding you in place. As your lips remained locked in a passionate embrace, you couldn't help but shiver from the cool metal of the RV's roof against your skin. You felt a deep connection as he looked into your eyes, his gaze burning with desire and affection. In that moment, you knew that this was more than just physical attraction, but a true emotional bond between two people.

"Don’t make a sound," he muttered pulling away as he placed a finger over your mouth, hurriedly getting free from his dirty shirt. You had to be indeed quiet as to not be heard by the rest of the group, especially his wife.

After struggling with the zipper, you finally freed yourself from your tight-fitting pants. As you did, Rick's mischievous grin grew wider, his eyes lingering on the laced panties that you were wearing underneath. The silky fabric felt smooth against your skin, and you couldn't help but blush as Rick's gaze lingered on you. The enflaming feeling of a light gust of wind grazing your cunt sending a shiver down your spine.

"God damn it," Rick whispered. "You look so good beneath me.”

Rick began exploring your body with his hands, savoring every inch of your skin. He slowly lifted your shirt above your braless chest. You let out a soft moan as he ran his tongue over your nipple, causing your back to arch lightly at the sensation. His touch was electric and you couldn't resist the urge to pull him closer, wanting to feel more of him against your body.

Your hands whirled in the back of his head, feeling the texture of his coiled hair in your fingers as they intertwined with it. You felt a rush of passion as your lips connected once again, savoring the taste of his. Your fingers fumbled with his zipper, your eagerness growing with each passing second. His tongue met yours in a frenzied dance, both of you desperate for more.

Once you’d made your way to his hard cock you caressed his bulge, feeling it grow with each passing moment, and you looked up at his face, anticipating his reaction. A muted growl escaped his mouth as he quivered under your touch. You continued to stroke him, your movements becoming more and more deliberate as you worked him closer and closer to the edge.

“Shut up, you’re gonna get us caught.” you ordered him after he moaned loudly , smugness emanating from you.

“That’s gonna be hard if your hand stays there any longer, pretty girl.”

His hands slipped under your panties, the circling movements of his fingers over your clit delivering shockwaves through your entire body. You couldn't help but gasp as you felt your walls tighten around his fingers, and the pleasure continued to build with each passing moment.

Rick's voice was hoarse as he leaned over you, his eyes dark with desire. "You are so ready for me," he whispered, his fingertips tracing a path down your body until they reached your entrance. The anticipation was almost unbearable as he teased you, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but feel like a dirty girl as he continued his ministrations, but you didn't want it to stop.

He entered you slowly, his fingers teasing your entrance until you were begging for more. When he finally filled you completely, you gasped from the intense pleasure that coursed through your body. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before, and you knew in that moment that you were completely his.

The way he moved inside you was a dance of passion, each thrust taking you higher and higher until you were flying. You clung to him, your hands running over his back as you surrendered to the rapture that he was giving you.

As you both reached the peak of ecstasy, he crushed beside you, his body slick with sweat and his chest heaving. The warmth of his skin against yours was both comforting and exhilarating, and you couldn't help but snuggle closer to him, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

As the night turned into dawn, the two of you lay entwined on the roof of the RV, the cool breeze of the night forgotten. The guilt that had been plaguing you had subsided, replaced only by a feeling of contentment and euphoria. It was a moment that you knew you would never forget, a moment that would forever be etched in your memory as a reminder of the beauty that could still be found in a world filled with chaos.

Perhaps the scintillating night sky was not the only great thing the outbreak bought into your life.

[frost-queen]

Bodyguarded // part 5 (Reader!Grimes x Daryl Dixon)

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Summary: When there is a need for supplies, a select group goes to the city. Shane and you are forced to be together. How will this play out? Will you find a way out savely out of the city with the others? [series]

Shane slammed his hand on the hood, alarming everyone they were set to ride. Rick kissed Lori goodbye and gave Carl a hug before joining Shane by the car. Glenn already stood by it, wanting to drive. Shane came standing before him with a glare. Glenn swallowed nervously getting the hint. He moved to the backseat as Shane got in the front. Rick joined Shane on the other side. Daryl was by his motorcycle with Carol. Carol was speaking to him, telling him to be careful.

He listened half, finding her motherly concern a bit overrated. You tossed an empty bag in the trunk, shutting it. You were about to get into the car when Daryl whistled loud. It made you look back at him, seeing him ask you over. Smiling, you went up to Daryl. The car door opened as Shane set one foot out, standing up. – “In the car!” – he ordered. – “She’s riding with me!” – Daryl called back.

“Y/n! the car!” – he made clear. Daryl let the engine roar of his motorcycle to overpower Shane’s overrule. You went over to Daryl anyways, grabbing his back as you swung your leg over the motorcycle. Shane puffed annoyed getting back in the car. Your hands were on Daryl as he took them, wrapping them tighter and closer to the front around him.

Daryl rode off, passing by the car. Shane easily caught up with him, riding past him. Shane then slowed a bit down so Daryl and you were still close by. Daryl wasn’t speeding much to not attract any walkers with the noise of the motor. You were leaning against his back, watching the trees pass till it would eventually make way for the highway. – “Hey Y/n.” – Daryl said catching your attention. It made you lift your head up from against his back. – “Yeah?” – you answered.

Daryl turned the steering a bit, getting closer to the woods as you were confused to what he was doing. – “How about a little detour?” – he chuckled out. – “Daryl!” – you called out slapping him against his back. Daryl steered back to the middle of the road where the car drove a few meters up front. – “Shane would go feral.” – you told him. – “I don’t care.” – Daryl answered back.

“Yeah cause having him drive after us like a maniac with Glenn and my brother in the car is so thrilling.” – you teased with a roll of your eyes. Daryl chuckled already picturing it. – “It’s not funny!” – you called out giving him another slap against his shoulder.

Wrapping your arms tighter around him, you snuggled closer against him. – “Just enjoy this.” – you mumbled out. Daryl kept tailing the car till they made it up to the highway. There they started to speed up knowing they had to have daylight at their side. If they would be stuck in the city by night, it would be hell. By the edge of the city, they parked. Not wanting to attract the walkers that roamed the city. Their city now. Fallen a few years ago.

You got off Daryl’s bike as he held you in place by taking your wrist. You turned confused at him. Daryl pulled out a gun, putting it in your hands while his gaze was on Shane up ahead with the car. – “I don’t want my girl to be unarmed.” – he told you, pushing your hand closer to your body. You turned your back to the car, putting the gun away out of eye’s way.

Daryl knew Shane would never let you have a gun. It was even a surprise that were allowed on this run for supplies. You leaned down resting your arm over his shoulder. – “I always have you to save my ass.” – you told him smirking. Daryl inhaled deep bringing his hand on your back down to your bottom. – “A fine one too.” – he answered making you snort.

Daryl and you kissed quick before he got off his motorcycle. You went over to Glenn, taking an empty bag from as well. Glenn stepped away when he saw Rick approach you. – “Nervous brother?” – you asked when he slid his arm over your shoulder. – “Only for you.” – he responded. – “I’ll be fine. I’ve dealt with walkers more than you.” – you laughed out patting him against his cheek.

Rick chuckled giving you a little shove. – “Hey you’re the newbie here.” – you teased giving him a bump with your hip. Shane came walking around you and Rick having a little comment to say. – “Try not to scream at a walker Y/n.” – he said making you smile sarcastically back at him. You left Rick’s side going after Shane wanting to reply to that. – “Try keeping him alive now.” – you commented hinting your brother.

Shane’s eyes widened briefly but before he could reply, you had joined the others. – “Here you go.” – Glenn said offering you a machete. You accepted it, looking over at Daryl. You didn’t think you would be given a weapon. You then looked over to Shane, wanting to see what he would do about it. He didn’t comment on it, so you got to keep the machete.

Glenn took the lead as he knew some good routes to a nearby store. Daryl and you walked at the back, keeping a good eye on your behinds. The streets were silent. Papers and trash scattered around. Some moving with the wind. Glenn stopped at the front of an alleyway that led up to the main road. Shane and Rick right behind him. Daryl turned his back at you, holding his crossbow up to the other end of the alley in case one would dare to sneak up.

Glenn overlooked the main road, seeing some walkers stand mindlessly still. Some wandering a bit at the slowest pace. Almost unactive from not having eaten so long. – “And?” – Shane asked keeping his voice low. – “It’s a risk.” – he answered seeing a walker sniff the air, making him pull back into he alleyway. – “The stores are up ahead across this street. I don’t think we can make it across unnoticed.” – Glenn spoke lowly looking at Rick and you.

“What if we distract them with noise?” – you suggested making everyone look at you. – “This way we’ll clear the road for you all to cross.” – you finished. – “And who are you suggesting to sacrifice themselves?” – Shane asked with crossed arms.

“It’s not a sacrifice if you do it right.” – you replied with a glare. Shane puffed loud. He then pushed Glenn forwards amidst you all. – “He’ll go.” – he put up. Glenn stared angry at him. – “No, Glenn is the fastest runner, besides he knows the place.” – you countered, backing Glenn up. – “I’ll do it.” – you proposed. – “Y/n no!” – Rick let out, shaking his head. – “It’s not up for discussion.” – you told your brother. Daryl joined having been on guard the entire time. – “I’m coming too.” – he said.

Shane shook his head, pinching his nose bridge. – “We need focus, not more distractions.” – Shane let out. Daryl came up to Shane. – “You got a problem?” – he asked. Shane puffed up his chest to appear larger. – “Enough!” – you shout-whispered coming in between them. Now was not the time and place to argue and fight.

“I don’t care who comes with me, but if we stay here any longer there will be an army of walkers feasting on our flesh!” – you said frustrated. Shane grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you away. Apparently he was coming with you. Daryl wanted to go after you but Rick held him back. – “We have to be ready when they clear the road.” – Rick told him.

You pushed Shane’s hand off you. The two of you rounded the back of some abandoned houses. Shane knocked some wooden planks off that boarded up the broken windows. – “After you.” – he said gloating. It made you roll your eyes. You gave him a little shove out of the way so that you could crawl through the window. Shane got in after you. With his gun up, he sneaked through the dark room to scout for any walkers.

You heard some faint groaning sounds walking up to it. Amidst the rubble was a walker. Stuck underneath parts of the ceiling that had crumbled down. The walker started to groan louder, reaching out to you to grab. You stood in front of it, shoving your machete down in it’s head. Giving it a twist so it surely was dead. Shane found one as well stuck as he knelt down, taking out his knife.

He stabbed it in the head. Blood spattering up. Shane wiped his knife clean on the walker’s dress. Shane and you rejoined in the middle of the room. – “All clear.” – he said making you nod. The two of you started to search for something to cause noise. – “What do you see in him anyways?” – Shane asked from across the room, going through some stuff.

“You mean what don’t I see in you?” – you responded back. Shane’s eyes widened brief, stopping his search, caught off guard. You came over to him. – “That’s what you want right? For many years now.” – you added finding something useful in a dusted box. An football horn, you so hoped still worked, but didn’t want to test out now. You showed Shane the horn as he came over to you.

Grabbing you tight by your arms. The way he stared at you, made you feel uneasy. His hard stare with that struggle deep inside of him. For a moment you thought he was going to kiss you forcefully. Having wanted nothing more. Ever since you were teens perhaps. The making fun of you, the teasing, always coming around.

It was clear now that he liked you but never dared to show it openly because of your brother. Now that he was older, his methods might have become more violent. Cursing at you and threating you bad just because he knew he never had a chance with you.

“What are you going to do.” – you dared him feeling him squeeze your arms tighter. – “Why can’t you just…” – Shane began nearing with his face. It made you gulp, thinking he might actually kiss you now. He kept coming closer with his face as it made you turn your head away. Shane’s forehead came in contact with your side as he shut his eyes hard. Then he tore himself away, taking the horn from you.

Letting out a loud breath, your heart was pounding. This could’ve taken a different direction. You followed Shane back out of the broken window. Jogging after him, you went further down the street to head into one of the next alleyways. Shane looked around and spotted a few cars parked in the middle of the road. He ran over to it, you right behind him.

Shane got up on the car, standing on the roof. He pressed on the horn as it let out a loud sound. Shit you thought, opening the car door and trying to see if the car worked. The walkers were alarmed. Groaning and calling it out as they collectively all turned towards the sounds. Shane horned again and long to lure them over. You kept turning the key, trying to start the car.

Looking briefly through the window, you saw the others carefully look before running across. This car was no use as you got out and went over to another car. Shane horned again, firing at some walkers that were coming near. Anxiously you were trying to start the next car. It was great that all the walkers were coming your way, but you still needed to escape. This car wasn’t working as well as you got back out and checked the hood. The engine stolen.

“Shane!” – you called out. Shane turned his head to you. – “None of them start!” – you yelled at him. Shane aimed his gun your way as you thought for a moment he was going to shoot you. His gun fired making you jump out of your skin. Then you heard a body drop to the ground. Looking over your shoulder you saw a walker down.

Gasping loud, you saw more walkers come from alleyways or hit their heads against glass to get to the noise. With no other way out, you climbed on the roof of the car with Shane. Taking out the gun Daryl had given you. You noticed Shane taking a moment to stare with wide eyes at it. – “Shut up.” – you said not wanting to hear complaints.

Some walkers were below at the car, swaying their arms around to grab for your feet. You started shooting at them. Each hit right through their skull. Shane blew the horn again luring more walkers to you. A walker threw himself on the hood, snapping his mouth around. Shane moved his arm over your shoulder, shooting at him. You shot a few by the trunk as their dark blood splashed the car. The space on the roof was just manageable for two if you didn’t move too much. You gulped feeling a hand grab at your ankle.

You felt yourself slip back off the roof. Before you could fall down reacted Shane. He had taken a hold of your wrist, holding you in place as your back dangled over the walkers. He pulled at your wrist, pulling up against his chest. With an arm around you, he continued to shoot around. Your heart was pounding still trying to recover from your almost fall.

The walkers were snapping their jaws at you and swaying their arms around. Gurgling loud with their calls. You so hoped they raided the place quick. Not sure how much longer you could hold them off. You fired at them one by one. They dropped down like flies but kept coming closer in tenfold. Shane stepped on a walker’s fingers as they reached the roof.

“Give me that horn.” – you told Shane. He gave it to you as you took a hairband from your wrist. You pressed the horn in, wrapping the hairband around it so it kept blowing. You were about to throw it away yourself, but offered it to Shane instead, knowing he might throw further than you. Shane accepted the blowing horn from you, throwing it further down the street. Some walkers were drawn to it that hadn’t smelled your flesh yet.

The others staid around the car, snapping beastly at the two of you. Shane and you fired at the remaining one’s. You furrowed your brows seeing a walker slide down the car side with an arrow in his head. Looking up, you saw Daryl, Glenn and your brother up ahead. They had come back from their raid. Rick was shooting as well, clearing a way for the two of you.

Walkers dropped down lifeless with each hit. Shane jumped off the roof first. You jumped after him, falling through your knees. Shane jerked you up by your arm. He then started running with you. The two of you met up with the others as Shane let go of you. You ran straight in Daryl’s arms, hugging him tight. Daryl exhaled relieved, hugging you back.

“Let’s go.” – Glenn called out knowing more would come soon. The five of you started to run back towards the alleyway. You were hallway through when a few walkers appeared on the other end. It made Glenn stop, you bumping against his back. – “Go back.” – he called out as you already turned around. Shane took about a few steps before he stopped. From the other side walkers now as well. They were closing in, having cut off your escape routes. – “Up!” – Rick called out seeing a ladder hanging a few feet above the ground. 

Rick grabbed you, picking you up for you to reach the ladder. You grabbed it, pulling yourself up by your hands before your feet could touch the first step. After you, Rick helped Glenn up. Daryl didn’t need any help as he jumped grabbing the first step with his hands. Rick and Shane joined last climbing up to the roof. Up, you helped Glenn from the ladder.

Daryl, Rick and Shane joining moments later. Glenn looked down the alleyway, seeing the walkers cramped up together, arms up trying to grab for you all out of reach. – “How are we going to get to the car now?” – Glenn panicked with his hands in his hair. Rick stood by the edge, overlooking the town from above.

You looked around the rooftop trying to look for a way out. Daryl joined your side, pulling you closer to him for a moment. Over his shoulder, he glanced at Shane close to Rick. Wondering what had occurred when he wasn’t near. You checked your gun, seeing how many bullets you had left. It wasn’t enough, perhaps to kill a few walkers. Rick whistled loud to round you up. – “We either wait for it to calm down or we take a risk.” – Rick suggested.

“If we wait they’ll just keep roaming below mindlessly cause nothing attracts them anymore.” – Glenn answered. – “Glenn’s got a point.” – Daryl spoke in agreement. The five of you set out to look around the roof top for anything useful. You neared the side of the roof towards the back, feeling that the foundation beneath your feet didn’t feel stable.

Rick was nearing as you stopped him. – “Stop!” – you called out, standing completely still. Rick stopped confused, setting his foot back. – “It’s unstable.” – you explained standing in the middle of it. This part of the roof probably rotten from damp and rain. It wasn’t sturdy cement. The others neared as well, standing by Rick.

You tried to set a foot down back towards them, but felt the foundation crack underneath you. – “Careful.” – Glenn called out. Perhaps if you ran, you could outrun it crumbling away. Eyes locked on Daryl, he knew what you were going to do. He nodded holding his hands out to catch you if he needed too.

You started running towards him, feeling the foundation crack underneath you. The foundation sunk below you, making you leap for Daryl. Daryl sucked in a breath holding his arms further up to you. Your hand touched his hand, swiping down it as he couldn’t catch you in time.

The foundation gave way beneath you, getting sucked into the building. – “Noooo!” – Daryl called out as you screamed loud, disappearing into the gaping black hole. Swallowed by the gaping gap left by the rotten foundation. Your back hit the ground, leaving you in complete darkness.  

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[tempobaekh]

Cheater!

pairings: daryl dixon x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, crack, chaos, yelling?, alcohol consumption

a/n: i saw this one video on tiktok this one and IT SOUNDS SO ACCURATE TO MAGGIE and i feel like she is the veryyy competitive type with underlying anger issues when it comes to board games LMAOOOO so i had to quickly write this before i lose motivation

The night air in Alexandria was cool, the gentle hum of distant cicadas blending with the occasional burst of laughter from inside your house.

Inside, the hum of laughter and the faint clink of glass echoed in your small Alexandria house as the six of you sat around the table. A half-empty bottle of whiskey stood proudly in the middle, surrounded by empty shot glasses, bowls of whatever slightly stale snacks you’d scavenged, and a stack of worn board games you’d brought back from the latest supply run.

After stumbling upon the box of board games on a supply run, you’d insisted on a game night.

The night had started innocently enough—Rick had vetoed Twister (his knee couldn’t handle it), Glenn had no clue how to play Scrabble, and Michonne had made it abundantly clear that Risk wasn’t an option. But when you and Carol suggested UNO, everyone agreed instantly.

The game started off simple enough. Glenn was the first to suffer Maggie’s wrath, groaning loudly when she dropped a Wild Draw Four on him.

“Seriously?” Glenn whined, stacking cards in his hand. “How do you have three of these?”

Maggie shrugged innocently, though the smug smile on her face was far from innocent.

Rick and Michonne exchanged knowing looks, already predicting Maggie’s reign of terror. Carol, sitting on your left, shook her head with a soft chuckle. “Don’t let her fool you, Glenn,” she said, her voice teasing. “She’s always had that sweet, innocent act down to an art.”

But to everyone’s surprise, Daryl was catching on—and fast.

A few rounds in, the tension was palpable. Maggie had two cards left, Glenn was drowning in a sea of colors, since she had won this round first, Carol relaxed and took a sip of her drink, and Rick was down to his last card, eyeing everyone suspiciously. Michonne was unnervingly calm, while you kept trying to suppress your giggles as Daryl muttered curses under his breath whenever the game turned against him.

Your boyfriend had been hesitant to play at first, grumbling about how he didn’t grow up playing games and didn’t see the point. But after a quick explanation of the rules and a few drinks, he’d started to get the hang of it, though his stubbornness and blunt demeanor didn’t make him the easiest player to deal with.

But again, he was getting the rhythm of the game.

“Daryl, your turn,” you said, nudging him.

He flicked through his cards, pausing dramatically before slapping down a Reverse card.

Rick groaned. “You serious, man? I was about to win!”

“That’s the point,” Daryl replied with a small, satisfied smirk.

Maggie narrowed her eyes. “You’re gettin’ too good at this, Dixon.”

“I’m just playin’ the game,” he shot back, shrugging.

You leaned over and whispered in his ear, “You’re doing great, babe.”

He grunted, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Carol chuckled softly beside you, her tone was full of sarcasm as she spoke to Daryl. “Looks like you’ve got some hidden talents, Dixon. Who knew?”

“Shut it,” Daryl muttered, though his lips twitched upward.

Now, a few rounds into the game, you were well past "simple" at this point. The table was littered with half-eaten pretzels, discarded cards, and a growing storm of drunken competitiveness. Maggie had turned out to be surprisingly vicious—who knew such a sweet, Southern farm girl could have such a cutthroat streak?

Right now everyone in the room was watching an actual showdown between Maggie and Daryl over one particularly heated round.

“Alright,” Maggie drawled, narrowing her eyes at Daryl. She had just played a Draw Four card, and he was staring at his cards like they’d personally offended him. “Your turn, Dixon.”

Daryl glared at his hand, chewing on his bottom lip. “Ain’t got nothin’,” he grumbled, drawing from the deck. He was sitting slightly hunched over, his shaggy hair casting shadows over his intense blue eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” Maggie said smugly. “Two cards left for me. Better luck next time, boys and girls.”

You leaned back, sipping your drink, enjoying the sight of your man starting to get fired up.

“Oh yeah?” Daryl suddenly said, slapping a red card on the pile with a little too much gusto. “There. Done.”

Maggie blinked at him. “Wait. Did you—did you just put your second-to-last card down?”

“Yeah,” Daryl said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Maggie’s Southern accent sharpened in frustration as she threw her hands up. “You cheatin’ son of a bitch! You’re supposed to say ‘UNO’ when you only got one card left!” she bellowed.

That got everyone’s attention. Glenn choked on his drink, Rick coughed into his hand to cover a laugh, and Michonne leaned back, shaking her head in disbelief. You slapped a hand over your mouth, trying desperately to stifle your giggles.

Carol, calmly munching on a pretzel, raised an eyebrow. “She’s not wrong, Daryl,” she chimed in, her tone light.

Daryl blinked at Carol then turned to Maggie and shrugged. “I said one.”

“You’re supposed to say UNO,” Maggie hissed, jabbing a finger toward him, her cheeks flushed. “It’s a Mexican game!”

Daryl squinted at Maggie, clearly trying to decide whether she was messing with him. "What the hell’s bein’ Mexican got to do with it? I said it!"

Carol smirked at the exchange, leaning toward you. “Think we should step in?” she whispered.

“Absolutely not,” you replied, grinning. “This is gold.”

The argument continued for another solid two minutes before Michonne finally intervened, smirking as she threw down a Reverse card. “You know what? Let’s settle this the old-fashioned way—Daryl gets two penalty cards, and Maggie has to sit out a turn for yelling.”

“Fair!” you said, trying to stifle your giggles.

Carol nodded sagely. “Sounds like justice to me.”

“Fine,” Maggie grumbled, crossing her arms as she leaned back in her chair.

“Whatever,” Daryl muttered, snatching his penalty cards and glaring at the table. But you caught the tiny, satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth—he knew he’d gotten under Maggie’s skin, and he was damn proud of it.

"Daryl Dixon, you’re the worst UNO player I’ve ever met," Maggie finally said.

"And you’re the loudest," he grumbled, glaring at her before throwing a wild card onto the pile. "Red."

As the game resumed, you leaned over and nudged him with your elbow. “Hey, Uno champ,” you whispered, grinning. “You’re lucky I am here, or Maggie might’ve actually decked you.”

Daryl gave you a side glance, his lips twitching into a small smirk. “Ain’t scared of her.”

“Sure you’re not,” you teased, watching as he focused back on his cards.

Carol laughed from her spot, shaking her head and whispering to you. “Honestly, I think Maggie was about three seconds away from throwing that deck at his face."

As the next round began, the tension dissipated, though Maggie was clearly watching Daryl like a hawk. Every time he picked up a card or played one, she muttered under her breath, and you swore he started intentionally dragging it out just to rile her up.

The last round of the game had devolved into absolute chaos, and you were pretty sure no one had played by the rules for at least three rounds. By the time the game finally ended, Rick was cuddling Michonne in the corner, while she had claimed victory, Carol began cleaning up the card, and Glenn and Maggie were bickering over who had drunk the last of the whiskey. 

After a while of just talking and joking, the others decided to call it a night and began bidding you and Daryl good night and heading out the door. 

After everyone had departed, you and Daryl started cleaning, albeit his movements were a little slower than usual because of the alcohol.

"You really did good tonight," you teased, stacking the cards into their box.

"Good?" he muttered, raising an eyebrow. "I kicked her ass."

You laughed, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Sure you did, Dixon. Sure you did."

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[cultofdixon]

A little pain with your pleasure

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Adrenaline is a crazy natural drug and you’re driving them crazy with how calm you are • SFW/Small Angst • TW: Stab wounds

Requested by: Anon

“What you got there?”

Glenn’s voice not only startled the poor guy but even cut through Daryl’s thoughts that he forgot for a split second what he had in his hand.

“A Walkman. Found one on a past run”

“Oh, neat. Did you find some cassettes for it? I think there’s like a box of them in the warden’s office but those could also be confessional tapes and I don’t think I wanna know about why a prisoner ended up in prison”

“Me neither. It’s for Y/N. I found some cassettes with it when I found it. Queen, Elton John,…I think there was a Micheal Jackson one. I don’t know.” Daryl scratches the side of his face as he thought about another cassette before shrugging it off. “It was broken when I found it and Sasha helped me fix it for her.”

“Well ain’t that awful sweet of you” Glenn smirks bringing himself to sit across from him on the picnic table. Daryl instantly glaring at the man knowing where he could be going. “I wanna be there when you give it to her. I know she’ll be super excited getting that from you”

“The fuck you mean by that?” Daryl snapped slightly as Glenn shrugged with a smirk. “Speaking of Y/N. Have you seen her?”

“I was actually gonna ask you the same thing. She said if she decided on a 3-Day run that she would help me with the south fence repair when she came back” Glenn sighs running his hand through his hair. “Think she’s out for a week?”

“Mm. Better not. She promised me she’d help with the snares”

“Oh she promised you but didn’t promise me? Obviously she likes a certain someone more than me” He really didn’t catch the hint that Daryl hated the teasing and the glare made him realize he should stop before he’s tossed into a walker. “Okay fine. Mind helping me with the fence and I’ll help you with the snares”

Daryl sighs, nodding picking up the Walkman and going to put it away before helping Glenn with the fence.

After a while, the fence was done, and the two split into the nearby woods to check the snares at a faster pace compared to doing it together. Even if Daryl would’ve spent hours in the woods if it meant being with Y/N.

Daryl made his way toward the snares closer to the front gates, liking to go from the furthest to the closest snares so he could head right in when he’s done. But he was also going to check Glenn’s work on setting up the traps back up. He suddenly halted when he heard footsteps, causing him to ready his crossbow for a walker but relaxed when the bloodied dirty figure came into view.

“Jesus Christ”

“What?” Y/N laughs nervously. “Is there something on my face?”

“Yeah blood and dirt” Daryl scoffs bringing himself close, resting his hand on her cheek brushing off some of the dirt from her cheek. “The fuck happen on your run?”

“Oh that’s a great story so—-“

“Y/N!” Glenn shouted her name while also making it clear of his presence coming up behind Daryl and eventually to his side. “What took you so long getting back?!”

“Well it’s uh a short story—-“

“Glenn I just asked them about the run. Did yea finish the snares on your side?”

“Yeah I did, now Y/N?”

“Yeah…how was the run?”

“Well I got stabbed in the back” Her expression tensed watching the two start their lines of questioning. But every chance she tried to correct she kept getting cut off.

“What do you mean you got stabbed in the back?”

“Let me start with how it hap—“

“Where is this guy? I thought you went on the run alone”

“I did go alone Im trying—-“

“This guy is dead meat if he tries to come after yea. Plenty of fighters here” Daryl stated as Glenn nods in agreement.

“Who would turn on you? Maybe it was—-“

“SHUT UP!” Y/N shouted, resulting in a wince that definitely confused the two. But her face returned to the discomfort it had before running into Daryl. “I got literally stabbed in the damn back” she turned to show the two the knife that was embedded deep in her shoulder.

No more words were said. All Daryl did was smack Glenn forcing him in the direction of the gates to get them opened. Y/N frowns watching him bring himself to her back to feel around the wound before, without warning, rip her flannel open and forced her to take it off.

“You owe me!”

“Just wait til we get inside. Hershel is gonna want to see it and he’s gonna have to cut your shirt anyway”

“Doesn’t mean you had to rip my favorite flannel!” Y/N shouted as Daryl watched her back tense and the knife shift.

“Stop shouting and let’s get yea inside” Daryl scoffs taking her pack from her and directing her back to the prison.

While Hershel stitched her up, Y/N was telling them the story of how it happened. How this stranger that passed the 3 questions decided to just turn on her and try to kill her for her stuff. It wasn’t a pretty scene and given how Y/N felt about killing people, she was only late in her return because she didn’t want to come back feeling the way that she did. That part she didn’t tell them. She just fibbed by saying she lost the car she had. After being patched up, Y/N made her way back to her cell in need of clean clothes and a shirt that isn’t in pieces.

“Hey”

Y/N stopped right before her cell to acknowledge Daryl. “Hey”

“Your back feelin’ any better?”

“Having stitches suck” She laughs it off, no longer wincing from her back. “Maybe next time I’ll bring you on the run”

“I’ll keep yea safe” Daryl murmurs, leaning against the metal doors as Y/N brought herself close leaning with him.

“Next time the knife will be in your back” She jokes receiving a breathy chuckle in response. “You know I’m kidding…I’ll always have your back out there Dar” she whispers as she brought her lips to his cheek keeping her hand planted on his chest. “Thanks for worrying about me”

Before she pulled away too far, Daryl gently grabbed her waist pulling her into him. He admired her features for a moment then planted his lips firmly onto hers. Y/N was taken back but relaxed almost instantly, bringing her arms around his neck keeping him close.

When they parted, Daryl pulled away a little while taking the torn shirt from her hands.

“I’ve got a surprise for yea. But I also have a shirt…we just. Need to go to my cell for both”

Y/N couldn’t contain her smile as she took his free hand. “Lead the way Dixon”

[yourmomsawh0r3]

Can you keep up?

pairing: glenn powell x f! dancer

@jaes-last-words

Glenn couldn’t help but be captivated by the way she moved across the dance floor, the way her body seemed to flow effortlessly with the music. She was a professional dancer, every step filled with grace and precision, yet there was an undeniable fire in her eyes that made her feel both untouchable and magnetic. Watching her rehearse, he felt himself getting lost in her world, in the rhythm that seemed to pulse through her veins.

The studio was nearly empty except for the two of them, the lights dim and the air thick with the faint scent of polished wood and her delicate perfume. She noticed him watching and flashed him a mischievous smile, her eyes glinting under the soft lights.

“Like what you see?” she teased, twirling around, her hair whipping as she landed lightly on her feet, barely breaking a sweat.

Glenn chuckled, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “More than you know.” His voice was low, a hint of playfulness mixed with something deeper.

She stepped closer, closing the space between them. Her breaths were short, the result of hours of practice, but she looked up at him with a glint of challenge. “Think you could keep up?”

Glenn grinned, stepping forward so that he was just inches away from her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. “Oh, I think I can manage,” he murmured.

Without another word, she reached for his hand, pulling him onto the dance floor with her. She spun, guiding him effortlessly, her laughter light and infectious as she taught him the steps. At first, they moved with careful rhythm, but as the music picked up, their movements grew closer, more intense. His hands found her waist, holding her steady as she swayed against him, her body warm and inviting in his arms.

The music changed, the tempo slowing, and suddenly they weren’t just dancing they were moving together, close and intimate. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, fingers grazing his neck as she met his gaze. Her breathing was a bit heavier now, her chest rising and falling against his, and Glenn felt a rush of heat that he couldn’t ignore.

His hands slid down her back, his grip firm yet gentle, and she leaned in, her face just inches from his. “You’re not half-bad,” she whispered, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Only half?” he replied, his voice dropping, eyes flicking to her lips.

She laughed, her cheeks flushing slightly, but the spark in her eyes only grew stronger. “Guess we’ll have to keep practicing, then.”

As if in slow motion, he leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. It was soft at first, tentative, as if testing the waters, but she tilted her head, pressing closer, deepening the kiss. His hands tightened around her waist, and she let out a quiet sigh, melting into him as the world faded away.

When they finally broke apart, her eyes were bright, her smile softer now, but still full of that undeniable spark. She laughed breathlessly, running a hand through her hair, looking just as amazed as he felt. They stayed there for a moment, the music still playing softly, neither of them ready to let go.

“Guess we really do make a good team,” she whispered, leaning her forehead against his, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along his arm.

Glenn grinned, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, then her cheek, letting his lips linger against her skin. “Yeah. I think this could be the start of something pretty incredible.”

Their breathing steadied, but the air between them still buzzed with energy. She glanced up at him, her lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed from the dance or maybe from him and Glenn could feel his heart racing. It wasn’t just the dance or the kiss; it was the feeling of her body so close, the warmth radiating from her, and the way she looked at him like he was the only person in the room.

She stepped back a little, biting her lip as she grabbed a water bottle and took a sip. But her eyes never left his, as if daring him to come closer again. Glenn smirked, walking over and reaching for her hand, guiding her back to him.

“This might be my favorite dance class,” he teased, his voice rough with a hint of laughter.

She let out a soft laugh, rolling her eyes. “You say that as if you’re even trying to learn the steps.”

“Maybe I’m more focused on my dance partner,” he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to her neck, lingering there as his lips trailed up to her jawline. She closed her eyes, her hands sliding up his chest as his arms encircled her again, pulling her close. They swayed to the faint beat in the background, moving without thought or structure, lost in each other.

She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder, and Glenn couldn’t resist the urge to run his fingers through her hair. Her soft laughter sent a thrill through him, and he found himself tightening his grip, pulling her even closer.

“Think you’d stick around to be my permanent dance partner?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Only if I get to hold you like this every time,” he replied, his hand tracing slow, gentle circles along her back.

They stayed like that, wrapped in each other, until she finally pulled back, a playful glint in her eyes. “So, what now?”

Glenn gave her a slow smile, reaching down to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “How about you show me more of those moves?”

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. “Oh, you want the whole show, huh?”

“I think I’ve earned it,” he chuckled, his voice thick with admiration.

She stepped back, shaking her head in amusement, but the way she moved suggested something else entirely. She started to sway her hips, moving with a sensuality that was all her own, her gaze locked onto his as she showed him a few more intricate moves, each one making his pulse race a little faster. She was playful, teasing, but there was no mistaking the intensity in her eyes.

When she was done, she held his gaze, her breathing heavier, her smile soft and knowing. She walked back over, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her forehead against his.

“What do you think?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He swallowed, his hand finding the small of her back. “I think you’re dangerous,” he murmured, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that was far from tentative. This one was intense, full of everything he’d been holding back. Her hands gripped his shirt as she kissed him back with equal fervor, her body molding to his, the studio around them forgotten.

They didn’t stop until they were breathless again, only breaking apart to catch their breaths. She rested her head against his chest, both of them still caught up in the magic of the moment.

“Alright,” she finally whispered, her voice teasing, “maybe you’re not such a bad dancer after all.”

Glenn chuckled, brushing a gentle kiss against her temple. “I think I just found my favorite place to dance.”

[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (Part XXIII)

XXIII. No one like you

MASTERLIST

Summary: You are… grounded… of sorts. So you spend time home with your family.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injuries, kissing, longing, angst, fluff, heavy kissing, touch starved reader & Daryl, hints at DV, Daryl’s awful childhood, nudity, body worship, NAKED PEOPLE AHHH, smut, a bit of awkwardness, unprotected sex (which I don’t encourage), might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: ALRIGHTTTT CAN’T HOLD IT ANYMOREEEEE IT’S IN THE WARNINGS LET’S DO THISSSSSSS AAAAHHHH I needed them to bond a lot before they get intimate, i’m trying to be as faithful as Daryl’s character as I can.

You woke up alone

Daryl’s pajama was folded neatly on a chair in the corner of your room, and a note above it

“I’m sorry”, it read. You shed some bitter tears, feeling the coldness of it all, of the bed, the room. You had ruined it. Was he breaking up with you? what you had? You pushed him too hard.

So you wanted to do what you always did.

You sat in front of Rick and Glenn an hour later

“So… when can I go out there again?”, you asked with a wide smile, both men exchanged looks

“What?”, asked Rick, like you just said the most ridiculous thing

“Yeah, where can you send me next?”, you asked excitedly

“Are you on crack?”, Glenn asked

“Hey!”, you protested

“You are done for the rest of the month, hell, the rest of the year!”, Rick said quickly 

“I want to go out there on runs”, you said excitedly, “please?”. No, what you wanted to do was get away from Daryl’s rejection, you didn't want to push him, but you wanted to be with him so badly. And he might as well just broke up with you. You just needed to feel something else than this pain in your chest. 

“You are not going anywhere”, said Rick, “not now, not until your shoulder is healed up”

“Ah! c’mon!”, you cursed. “My big run was a success!”

“I know”, he said, “but you are wounded, I need you to recover, alright?”, you sighed

“There is something you wanted to talk to us about”, you said, trying to distract yourself, “yesterday you said it…”

“We are having a meeting tomorrow to discuss it”, muttered Rick, “Today we will be dealing with… other things”

“Need to go”, said Glenn, he smiled at you sadly, “thank you for all the things you brought”, you barely nodded, and watched Rick

“Would you take care of Judith for me today?”, he asked softly

“Really? Babysitter duty?”, you asked him, entertained

“Yes”, he said with a soft smile, “please?”

“Sure”, you said with a soft smile. 

“She’s upstairs, I need to go”, he said softly, grabbing your good shoulder and giving it a squeeze, and then he left. You took a long sigh, and went to do as he asked you. You went upstairs and opened her door slowly in case she was sleeping. 

“Hello Judith!”, you greeted, the toddler seemed to be happy to see you, raising her tiny hands in your direction, you picked her up however you could and rocked her. “ready to spend the day with your favorite aunty?”, you felt soothed as you held her in your arms, Rick sometimes was wiser than you thought him to be… spending time with Judith was like a… soothing cream for a burn

So that’s what you did, you spent the morning reading to her, rocking her, you even put her in a high chair and cooked lunch for her, made her a big bowl of pasta she ate with her bare hands, she was so cute.

Then you grabbed her and went out there to see what your people were up to.

You joyfully discovered that they were putting up a small greenhouse with the tarp you had brought back, and the seeds you had found in that hardware store, and that made you so, so happy. Maggie and Beth were making it a personal project, and when they saw you coming with Judith thay smiled widely

“Hey! say hello to aunty Maggie and aunty Beth!”, you sing, Judith made a hand movement that resembled a wave and you screeched in happiness, “we are here to oversee the construction of such an important building!”, you said with a childish voice.

“Well, you are both welcome then”, said Maggie, and Olivia even brought a nice jar of lemonade for you all, it was a nice sunny day. You then kept going as Judith got a little fussy, you walked her all over the neighborhood, and that seemed to cheer her up, as you saw many members of your family. 

When you got the whole lap around and came back to the house, you found Daryl in Aaron’s house, with the garage door opened, and working on his bike. You stopped in your tracks, you didn't even know what to do or say… Did he break up with you? 

“Oh! look who’s there!”, you sang to Judith, and when she saw him, she twisted in your arms in happiness, “uncle Daryl!”, Daryl was already looking at you, and his face lit up, and came straight for you.He used the red rag he always carried to wipe sweat out of his forehead before he got to you, you loved that rag. 

“Hey you little ass kicker”, he whispered lovingly and kissed her in her hairline, he then turned to you and kissed you softly on the lips, “what are you both up to?”, you were flabbergasted, you didn’t expect that at all, that show of affection. 

“Uh, well, I saw your note”, you said, he noticed your conflicted face

“Yeah, I was sorry I left you”, he said, with a soft voice, “I left my pajamas for tonight, and I wanted to work on the bike and didn’t want to wake you”, you took a long breath you didn’t know you were holding

“I thought…”, you said, “you didn’t want to be with me anymore”, you murmured

“Nah”, he said, with a small smile

“Daryl, if you want this between us to be platonic, I can understand…”, he leaned in and kissed you gently, just to shut you up. You smiled into the kiss. Judith got fussy, already bored in your arms, making Daryl separate from you

“Rick asked me to take care of Judith for the day”, you said softly, “I think he wants to keep me busy so I don’t go out there”, you admitted, “but it's nice to hang around with this one!”, you teased, making Judith bounce in your good arm. “I was thinking of just hanging around out here, one of the old ladies…”

“You really should start learnin’ names”, he whispered

“Anyways…”, you said with a smile, “she gave me some strawberries. I was thinking of making a little picnic outside with the little one… care to join us?”, you asked hopefully. He smiled at you

“Hell yeah”, he grabbed Judith from you and she went happily with her uncle Daryl

It wasn’t much of a picnic, it was a blanket on the beautifully green grass, a bowl of strawberries, Daryl, baby Judith, and you. You even got a set of wooden blocks that Judith was playing with. 

“Little ass kicker”, you whispered, playing with her, “were you the one to call her that first?”, you asked with a smile, he smiled softly, clearly lost in his memories

“Yeah the very second she was born…”

“You were there?”, you asked him

“We had just lost her mother, Lori, Rick’s wife, he was… gone… we didn’ know how to call ‘er, so we call her little ass kicker for acouple o’days until they could figure out a name”, the memory was bittersweet, but you smiled nonetheless

“At the prison?”, you asked softly, at this point, you were putting pieces together

“Yeah”, he whispered, “simpler times”, he whispered, Judith caught Daryl’s index finger and squeezed tightly. 

“Tell me more about it”, you said softly, caressing his arms, you were both lying on the blanket, while Judith played in between you.

“Like wha’?”, he asked, scratching the back of his neck

“When did you meet Rick, Carol and Maggie? And the others?”

“I met Carol and Glenn first”, he said with a soft smile, “we were all in a campin’ near Atlanta”, he said, “then Rick showed up, looking for his kid and wife”

“They had split up?”

“Yeah, Carl and Lori ended up in our camp, and Glenn brought back Rick from Atlanta”

“Wow”, you murmured, I mean, what were the chances?

“From there we tried to keep goin, ended up in Maggie’s and Beth’s farm”, he said then, “we stayed there, we were looking for Carol’s kid, she was missing”, your heart broke a bit, because it was obvious they didn’t find her.

“Then the farm got overrun”, he said, “we were out there all winter”, he said, “Rick’s wife was pregnant with this little ass kicker”, he said, piling wooden blocks for Judith’s entertainment. “we found the prison, we took it”

“Did you liked it there?”, you asked softly, it was hard to picture… a prison as a home

“We made a home of it”, he said softly, “We had some crops, and piglets and stuff”, he said with a small smile, “the prison fell when we were attacked”, he said, “by the governor”

“That sounds pretentious”, you said

“He was a psycho prick”, he said, “he killed my brother”, he mumbled, his voice dropping several octaves

“What happened?”, you asked him, and he was about to answer

“Oh! look at that little angel!”, you both jumped on your spots in your blanket when you heard that new guy, Smith, smiling creepily down at you. “Yours?”, he asked you both

“No, she is Rick’s”, you said with a soft smile, but you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable under his gaze. You looked at Daryl, he had shared! He was opening up and you were interrupted. And you let this guy know it

“Ups, sorry for interrupting the family picnic”, he said, smiling mockingly. He leaned down and grabbed a strawberry, placing it in his mouth theatrically

“What can we help you with?”, you asked him, trying to get rid of him, you didn’t like him, you didn’t want him interacting with Judith. He raised his hands in a mocking manner

“No, no, just… feeling the vibe”, he said, “Looking through the neighborhood, that’s all”, he walked away from you. You exchanged looks

“I dun like him”, he mumbled

“Me neither”, you said back, “do you think he’s got a job yet?”

“Nah”, he mumbled. 

When the sun went down, you and Daryl left Judith’s in Rick’s arms, under his amused stare. As you seemed like such a strange looking family, as Judith didn’t resemble neither of you, but still, it was a comical situation. And then, you got washed up and went next door to have dinner with the rest of the family. 

Even the new ones were there. Which was strange to you. 

After dinner, strangely, beers came out, music was played, and you all dispersed over the dining room and living room, chatting lightly, groups, pairs and threesomes were formed. It had been a light day, like, “1 day without accidents” day, and everyone could feel it, the softness in the air, you were behind a wall, you had meds, food, supplies, guns… life was good.

It wasn’t much of a party, as you were just hanging out after dinner. You convinced Daryl to move to the couch, with you and Alex, and you chatted amicably. Smith’s eyes didn’t leave your form for a second, but you didn't say anything, you didn't want to make Daryl as uncomfortable as you were. .

Rick joined in, and you were happy he was giving Alexander a chance, he wanted to get to know him better. 

“He had handcuffed my brother to a roof when I met this guy”, told Daryl with a smirk on his face, as he had one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders

“Really?”, you laughed, “Rick!”

“He was… just a menace”, laughed Rick, “we did try to get him back though”, and then kept telling the tale. And you were glad they could laugh about it now. 

“Well now Alexander and I have a similar tale, he shot me on the shoulder as a warning not to take his tanker, but we are cool now!”, you laughed, and they all laughed with you. You were so happy right now, as you finally were starting to gather the pieces of Daryl’s story with the group, and the strong brotherly bond he had with Rick. Daryl kissed you in the temple and left you to go grab another beer

Rick stood up with him too, finding a talking topic somewhere else. 

“So? Did they give you a job?”, you asked Alexander, who sat by your side on the couch, he placed both his arms on the back and almost surrounded you, but you didn’t make anything of it.

“Yeah”, he said happily, “me and Rosita are gonna train the noble people of Alexandria in the fine art of ending the undead”, he said, pleased

“Really? that’s cool”, you admired

“Yeah and you know what? curiously all the ladies already signed up”, he said innocently, you chuckled, “I mean I used to teach self-defense classes to the ladies before and I did pretty well”, he laughed

“How well?”, you asked him

“Could retire after a year well”, he laughed. You chuckled, you clicked your beers together. He was handsome and anybody could see that.

“I think someone’s trying to poach your prey”, Smith chuckled in Daryl’s ear, as he was sitting in a corner sipping on a beer, but both had you on eye-shot

“Nah”, he said simply, he trusted you, he knew you liked Alexander’s company, he didn’t feel threatened at all. “They’re buddies”, he said simply.

“Gotta say, you two surprised me, didn’t think you’d be together”

“Why?”, he asked innocently. Negan just gave him a shit eating grin, looking him up and down. 

“You know what I’m talking about”, he said simply, “you look like you… lived some nasty things”, he said, “And she just looks like she’s fresh out of a fancy college”, he said simply. But he didn’t stop there, “You know? I’d poach her myself, I didn’t think you’d be her type, I bet that girl is into some kinky stuff!”

Hell broke loose in seconds

Abraham, Rick and Alex had to break it down, Daryl punched Smith in the face making him stumble back and get some other licks in before they could split them. Of course the attention was on Daryl, as all the backs were turned to Smith

“Calm down”, whispered Rick

“He was talking shit ‘bout my…”, there is something he was not going to let slide, and that is that someone spoke like that about you. 

“I get it, he is an asshole”, he answered

“Hey, calm down… she is watching”, Alex whispered in his ear, and that seemed to make Daryl stand down, as he found you looking at him with shiny eyes.

“Hey, what happened?”, you asked him softly, placing a hand on his arm, as Laura tended to Smith’s bloody nose. He relaxed immediately under your softness

“He’s got a big mouth”, he said angrily. Not having the heart to repeat what he had said. 

The environment turned sour, in a second, but Daryl, and Negan, both saw with amazement how the angry looks where towards the odd man out… and it was not the archer. 

“Wanna go”, he said with a grunt

“I’ll go with you”, you said with a soft smile. He looked at you to see if you meant it, and you did, so after the environment got calmer, you and him both went back to your place. 

The house was quiet, and you took advantage of that

“Hey, are you alright?”, you asked him. “Why did he say?”, you asked him

“Same thing I wonder sometimes”, he said

“What?”, you asked, he looked at you with sad eyes that broke your heart, “hey”, you called softly. 

So many things went through Daryl’s mind… He saw your soft hand, against his arm, his dirty arm, his rough hands… you look like you… lived some nasty things. He had… he had… he remembered his rough hands touching your unblemished skin, putting ointment in, he remembered your delicate fingers tracing his back over his pajamas, touching the scars you didn't know were there, his ugly… disfigured scars… 

You were as different as the sun and the moon, he was damaged, he had gone to hell and back, even since he could remember, you had managed to keep some piece of your humanity with you through all this. 

Your skin, or what he could see, was unmarked by the ugliness of the world, unlike his. 

He didn’t want you to see them, he was terrified that you’d finally could tell the kind of man he had become. 

He was crying, he couldn’t tell, and he only came to his senses when through his tear stricken eyes the only thing he could see was your beautiful face. You leaned in, caressing his cheek, and kissed him softly. 

“Hey, I’m here, not going anywhere”, you said, as gently as you could.

“You will if you see it”, he said.

“No fucking way”, you said with a smile, “looks like someone here could use some care”, you said with a soft smile. 

You took him to the basement, there were three rooms, his room, a big bathroom, and the laundry.

You made him sit on his bed, as you fetched some nice things you had gotten at the intimate store. The candles and some nice soaps. And you grabbed your pajamas. 

It was like a ritual, you filled the tub with water, you put in some nice oils and scents, you lit up the candles and turned off the lights. You went to get Daryl, you kissed him and caressed him until he was putty in your hands, and then… caressing all the skin in your path, you undressed him softly, gently, with a feathery touch.

You kissed his shoulder seeing his torso naked for the first time. And now his back.

There they were, crossing his skin in diagonals, deep ugly scars. Daryl moved uncomfortably under your hands, but you were not going to let him get away this time. Your hands traveled to his back towards each of his sides, to his chest, while you leaned in, and kissed each and every one of them. He moaned softly, grabbing your hands and squeezing, holding onto you for dear life.

“I wish I could take it all away”, you whispered against his skin. “But since I can't, I can only say this… You are the most important person in my life, Daryl, and I love you, just the way you are”, you whispered, you choked up a bit, your eyes filled with happy tears. 

You undid his belt, unbuttoned his dark jeans and let them fall to his feet. Then there were his boxers.

He got into the tub softly and gently. Letting the warm water envelop him completely, until he sat on it. His face was completely contorted in a myriad of sentiments, hope, relaxation, but also, love. You kneeled by the claw foot tub, and grabbed a sponge.

“I love ya”, he said, you smiled widely

“I love you too”, you said, you closed your eyes for a sec, breathing everything in.

“Come in ‘ere”, he said, you smiled, standing up, and getting rid of all your clothes, under his heated gaze. And you got in the tub with him. 

It was a bit messy. Water over boarding. making you laugh. He placed you over his lap, and you straddled him, sponge still in hand. You rubbed him good, his shoulders and chest, you washed his hair, you kissed him good. His eyes never left yours not even for a second.

“You are the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen”, he murmured

“Stop it”, you said with a smile. And you believed yourself to be the luckiest person on earth, you got to see him like this, hair back, all wet… naked, soapy, vulnerable… “I meant it, when I sang that song, embarrassing myself”, you laughed

“It was a pretty damn good song”

“Well”, you said, “there’s no one like you Daryl Dixon”, you said with a soft smile, you leaned in and kissed him.

You stayed there, in his arms, as it was his turn to wash you, and you cuddled there until your skin was wrinkled and the water was so cold you couldn’t stand it. You heard voices and steps upstairs, but they knew better than to come down here. You just waited until they dissipated into their own rooms.

Only then, when the candles started to die out, you got out of the tub, you dressed each other, and went to his room, for the very first time. There was nothing special, a double bed, two bedside tables, a chair in the corner and a bureau, but you didn't pay too much attention to that.

You were going to get in the bed, but Daryl grabbed you softly, making you turn, you did, with a wide smile on your face. He kissed you, hungrily, caressing your sides, then your face. He made your front stick to his, and that’s when you felt it. In your belly…

You moaned softly

“Platonic my ass”, he chuckled against your lips, you laughed. “I want you so much it pains me”, he grunted

“I want you too”, you moaned as your hands sneaked under his pajamas

“Oh I know you do”, he teased, “what were you thinking? dressing in lace all for me?”, he grunted. Your pajamas were on the floor in seconds, both of them.

Something finally snapped inside of him, like you had finally went through that last final barrier, his hands were a bit more rough then, he grabbed you, caressed you, your hips, and then up to cup your breasts

You moaned wantonly, caressing him back. Everywhere you could get his hands on. His hard cock rubbed against your belly, and even though you were all in now, you still had something that stopped you, you haven't seen it yet.

“Please”, he begged, and you knew exactly what he meant, you did it then, hissing when your finger grabbed him, he was thick, big, you moaned when you could wrap your fingers around it. He kissed you, moaning in your mouth, it was sloppy, messy, needy and you wanted it so badly… You felt like you were on fire.

You pumped his length a couple of times while he kept caressing you, his mouth never left yours. He advanced on you, making you retreat until the back of your legs touched the bed. He pushed you to the bed gently, and he was over you in a second. 

He kissed you again while you spread your legs to accommodate him in between them. When his cock touched between your legs you swore you saw stars behind you eyelids

“Are ya’ sure?”, he asked, “If we do this, there’s no getting rid of me”, he said with a smirk

“Maybe i’m counting on it”, you teased, you grabbed him by the back of his neck and drew him in for a kiss. He first teased you, slipping a finger between your folds, you moaned when you felt it, oh gods it had been so long!, but he found you drenched, so wet, warm and slippery for him. So much he moaned when he felt it.

You grabbed his cock again, feeling pre-cum leaving his tip, so you rubbed it all over his length. Your moans could make anybody blush, you wanted it so badly. 

He placed another finger inside of you. Teasing you slowly and gently. You spread your legs even more, you wanted more, you needed more, you needed him.

“Please”, you begged, you were done with the foreplay

“Ya’ ready?”, he asked softly, you barely nodded. You were so turned on you could cum right now. He released you, accommodating himself more in between your legs. 

“Go easy, it’s been awhile”, you said with a soft smile. You shared significant looks with each other.

“Yeah”, he said softly, “‘for me too”, you smiled at each other, as he led himself home. You whimpered as his tip opened you up. “Ya alright?”

“Yes!”, you said quickly, you wrapped your legs around his waist, making him bury himself deeper a bit more

You both moaned. Oh fuck, he was big, it had been so long, and yet, it felt delicious. Daryl was the man for you, the one you wanted to be with, and that made this ten times more exciting, more pleasurable. Yes he had made you wait, but it was all worth it as you wrapped yourself around him, you adjusted to his size.

“Fuck, yer’ so tight”, he moaned, he couldn’t hold it any longer, neither could you, he sunk himself the rest of the way inside of you. Making you cry out in pleasure, hugging his shoulders until you both were so stuck to one another there was no more room between you

“I love ya”, you would have thought he meant it if he hadn't said it before, and not in the heat of the moment

“I love you too”, you said kissing his face and all you could reach, he kissed you back, and he stayed like that, inside you, until you moved yourself, begging him to fuck you. 

He retrieved himself only to start fucking slowly and sensually, it made you see freakin’ stars. 

You moved your hips too, to meet his thrusts, creating a rhythm that was driving the both of you insane. He filled you up so nicely, hitting all the right places, it had been so long you barely remembered they existed, not like you had felt so good before.

“Fuck”, it was going to be embarassingly short, for you too, feeling that know tightening inside of your lower belly, it felt so delicious you weren’t even sorry it was going to be short. You understood it… You also couldn’t believe that this was happening, you were in freaking ecstasy, being with him, like this, you had thought about it more than times than you’d ever admit. “I’m gonna cum”, he grunted against your ear

“Do it”, you encourage. You’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow, Rosita and you made sure of having options when you raided that pharmacy. He thrusted into you rougher, more messy than before, he lost it, lost the little control he was using to make sure he didn't hurt you, but you liked it a bit rough. The bed made funny noises under you, and you placed your hands on his hips, you also needed a place to hold you down to earth as he pounded into you. 

He cummed inside of you, with a whimper that made you shake even more, it was so hot, you squeezed him tightly, cumming too alongside with him. 

“Oh shit”, he whined, “Fuck”, you laughed under him, looking up at him, his deliciously thick arms rested on each side of your head. “Ya’ alright?”

“Yeah”, you said, coming out of your high, you caressed his cheek. He leaned in and kissed you, just to slip out of you, making you whine against his mouth. “That was amazing”

He got the both of you under the covers and wrapped his arms around you. You placed your head in his chest, in such a special spot you could hear his heartbeat. You caressed his skin, and you could see it now, his ample chest. Fuck, you were so attracted to him it was almost criminal, how could he ever doubt himself?

“Yer mine now”, he said, almost sheepishly, you only smiled

“And you are mine”, you then them, making him chuckle

“Alright”, he said, with a pleased smile kissing the top of your head.

PCN: I really just.. made them do it, it was enough waiting, right? I hope I got the build up right… I listened to the song and some other classic rock ones while I wrote it… It was… different, good different I hope, then other smuts I have written… anyways. I'm a bit discouraged, not many people are reading this, only one is commenting (🤍)... and is breaking my heart, I'm so enjoying writting this... anyways... whatever, loosing hope this will pick up, but I will still post for the near future.

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[from-now-on-im-switzerland]

>They Love Baseball.

Jasperxf¡reader

>quick note, I could've done so much better with this if I started from scratch but this was from my fic I'm writing on Wattpad. I took out a lot because there's so much context needed for it to be understandable, so this is like a simplified one-shot.

>Reader and her friends playing Baseball at school with the Cullens.

>Post breaking dawn (aka vamp Bella)

>Also Jasper has better control over his thirst now.

>Reader is a new(ish) student and doesn't know of the Cullen's...situation🧛🏻"

°Reader's Pov°

I walked up to the classroom door only to see everyone was already in there..and the anxiety set in. Fuck. I walked past the door hoping to merlin that sir didn't see me while I built up the courage to go in. I stood against the wall of my classroom as I heard the rejester, my name being called and there being no response, only increasing my feeling. This is why I always try and make an effort to get to school early..so I'm not the last in with everyone staring at me. Don't get me wrong, I am so not keen on the cramped halls and all the loud voices but it beats me awkwardly strolling into class late, having to give an excuse to the teacher and bypass all my classmates to my seat.

I removed my hands away from my face as a comfortable wave of calmness infiltrated my emotions. The anxiety was washed away and the fear was replaced with subtle confidence. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes only to notice Jasper by my side leaving about an inch of space between us.

"Jasper?" I said, relieved to see him again. After we became somewhat friends, he and his siblings weren't in school for a good week.

"Are you okay?" he asked, somewhat concerned. By now, he had placed his hand on the small of my back. My breath hitched at the contact, but ultimately returned to normal as my eyes met his.

"Uhm..yeah, I'm okay now. Thanks." I said, pretending not to be unbelievably relieved to see him. "where have you been?" I asked, the curiosity taking over me.

"Sorry, me and my family went camping for the week. I should've said, but it was pretty last minute." he said, a little smile playing at the corner of his lips when he talked.

"It's..it's okay. Just missed you that's all" I said, oddly confident.

He smirked, and his eyes darkened slightly. "Missed you too. C'mon let's get inside." he said, taking my hand and bringing me through the threshold of the door.

"Oh, there you are" Sir simply said. I felt the calmness fading and the anxiety slowly creeping back. "Try not be so late would you?" he asked as I took my set next to Jasper "Yes..sorry sir, I had a flat tire" I lied, but he seemed to buy it as he finished marking me in and continued the lesson. My friend, Glenn, sat on the other side of me and he nudged me slightly. "Hey are you alright? I saw you walk past the classroom just then..is everything good?" he asked.

"No..yeah I'm fine I just got a little nervous is all, nothing to fret over" I said, smiling timidly.

Jasper cleared his throat. "everything alright?" he asked, tucking his chair in a little, a hint of worry still lacing his words. I smiled at him "Yeah, thank you for helping out" I said back, my voice barley above a whisper, but he heard me still.

"Anytime, Y/n/n" he said, his smile returning.

Glenn shuffled in his seat, seeming uncomfortable. "you good?" I asked as he gained my attention. He smiled sheepishly "never better, just a little bit cold is all" he said.

Jasper rolled his eyes and started to work again.

☬⚊𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐩⚊𝐏.𝐄⚊☬

We all lined up outside the changing rooms, but first the teacher (Miss Leigh) did the register.

"OK guys, you'll be playing different sports, we'll have two teams for baseball, and 2 teams for volleyball, so after you're all changed, please get into groups of 6" Miss Leigh said, gripping her clipboard, ready to asses the students who needed to be. Glenn, Jess, Luke, Bradley, Isla and I, had all locked eyes as if we silently agreed that we were a team.

"Alright guys stop talking and get changed!" She ordered, shoving everybody inside their designated changing room.

Me, Glenn, Jess, Isla, Luke and Bradley were a team and we had to play against Jasper, and his family at a game of Baseball.

The Cullen's had brought all of the equipment over to the pitch, Jasper dropped the bag of bats at my feet, "you guys bat first" he said. I picked up a bat, and rested it on my shoulders. Not gonna lie, I felt like Harley Quinn.

"That's alright, i'm the one with the wicked curveball" I said, swinging the bat back around, immitating a hit.

"Oh well, I think we can handle that.." he smirked.

Glenn came up from behind me, again, and rested his arm around my shoulder. I very slowly and slyly shook his arm off, I didn't want to seem too rude, Glenn has only ever been kind to me so far.

"Is Hale bothering you Y/n?" He asked.

"No Glenn, Jasper isn't bothering me, we were just talking.." I said, smiling at him.

"Got a problem?" Jasper asked, raising his arms slightly.

"Don't start, can we just play baseball please?" I said, walking off. I got into position when Luke came over to me. "Y/n, just a warning...The Cullens...they love baseball" Luke said, randomly.

"Okay, and?" I asked, a smile tugging on my lips.

"They're very competitive" Luke said, seeming like he was putting it simply.

Right..

Bradley took a bat, and I swear I heard some laughing as if they thought this first round was going to be so easy. Alice did a really weird but really cool looking bowl, it was kinda attractive not gonna lie...

Anyways, Bradley struck the ball as hard as she could sending it flying across the field. About two of Jaspers teammates went after it, while Bradley sped around the pitch and made a home run.

She made her way through our team, with high fives, hugs and fist bumps, until Luke was the last person to congratulate her. She couldn't decide what to do, she went to hug him but then swiftly rose her hand to high five him, only to change her mind again to a fist bump. Luke slowly put her arm down "Well done, Brads.." he said through small giggles, subconsciously not letting go of her hand.

' OH YES! They don't call me Y/n, Little Miss Match Maker for nothing! Wait..no one calls me that..nevermind...still cute tho. '

Edward, who was nearby, threw his head back, laughing.

' I swear to God, if this man conviently laughs at another thing that I think, then i'm officially convinced he's inside my mind '

"Are we playing Baseball or what? Edward, stop laughing and focus!" Rosalie hissed.

At that point I understood what Luke had meant before.

"Alright babe, it's just a game!" Emmett said smirking.

Jess picked up the bat and waited for Alice to bowl her the ball. We all took our turns, some attempts were more successful than others..and in total we got a score of 4 home runs.

Time to switch.

We all started walking to the opposite sides of the pitch and into each other's previous positions. I went to hand over my bat to Jasper and just as he was about to take it, I dropped the bat his feet. "Your turn, cowboy.." I said, trying to hide my amused smile.

He kicked the bat up into his hands and caught it "That's alright, i'm the one with the wicked curveball" he said, mocking my accent.

I laughed a little before attempting his "Yeah well, I think we can handle that.."

He hid his laughter and headed to stand by the rest of his family.

Glenn and Isla briefly squabbled over being pitcher before Isla gave up and joined me in fielding. Glenn got ready to serve the ball to Emmett, nowhere near matching Alice's bowl, but still throwing it with a lot of force. Emmett held the bat with one hand and kept his eye one the ball. His family egging him on, as they were lined up behind him.

Out of nowhere, just as Glenn served, there was a crash, someone's car had rolled down the hill of the car park. Almost everyone's eyes had gravitated toward the truck, so no one was really paying attention, including me.

"Y/N LOOK OUT!" I heard Alice shout from across the pitch.

I snapped my head back around to see what she was talking about, until for a split second I saw the ball that Emmett had hit, fly straight toward my face. I braced myself, scrunching up my nose and bringing my hands up to shield my face. Only for a different hand to reach out infront of me, and catch the ball before it even touched me.

Jasper.

He threw the ball back over to Emmett, aggressively, purposefully hitting him in the chest. "Watch it." Jasper warned, Emmett held up his hands jokingly in surrender.

Jasper turned back to me. "Don't get distracted next time, alright" he said, winking before jogging back over to join Edward in their line up.

I didn't even get to say thank you.

"So am I out then?" Emmett questioned, throwing his arms up. The ref had walked off, either out of boredom or to sort out the car. Probably the latter.

Emmett threw the ball to Glenn, then sat down anyways with Rosalie.

Glenn then served to Bella. Bella swung the bat with one hand and hit the ball all the way into the forest, before speeding off around the pitch.

I ran after it. 'what sort of main character moment was that?' I thought, running to catch up with the ball.

I picked it up after it landed ahead of me and saw Bella approaching the home base.

"LUKE!" I yelled, to give him a heads up.

I built up all my strength and launched the ball forward. It was now Bella Vs the ball. Which one would make it to home base first? Bella looked up and saw the ball, and tried her best to run as fast as she could.

Luke caught the ball and placed it on home base, just as Bella had reached there.

"...You're out.." The game's ref noted, walking back out of nowhere with a pencil in her ear.

I walked back over to my team and celebrated with them.

'How's that for a main character moment? ' I thought, sarcastically. 'Guess she just wasn't fast enough.'

Edward quickly faced the other direction and shook his head, smiling.

Bella went and sat down next to Rosalie. Rosalie smirked as she saw her walking over to her and said something along the lines of "How did it feel being you this time?"

Jasper was up next. He span the bat around in his hands, hitting the end of it away from him, then catching it the right way up, swirling it in small circles behind his head. Something about that caught me so off guard...he did that and I was instantly trying to somehow stop the butterflies deep in my stomach as if they were gonna burst out at any moment. I snapped back to reality replaying his 'don't get distracted' in my mind. He hit the ball with force and sped off around the pitch I watched the ball fly towards me at full pace several feet above me in the air. I ran with it, trying to maybe catch it. It lowered and I jumped backwards, determined to catch it. And I did.

I held the ball up as he was about 5 feet away from home base. He turned and saw me walking back, baseball in hand and couldn't help but look to his feet and smirk. He walked to his team, and sat down with Rosalie, Emmett, And Bella not taking his eyes away from me.

I threw the ball to Glenn gently, and winked at Jasper. His signature smirk appeared and he looked down sheepishly.

"Didn't get distracted.." I said to myself, returning to my position. And he looked up, as if he heard me.

We played a few more rounds for the rest of the lesson, the Cullens ended up beating us, only by two though! And apparently that was the closest anyone's ever been so...it's a personal win.

While taking a sip of some of Bradley's water, Jasper walked over to me. "Good game, hotshot.." he said, looking me up and down.

"Well, I'm more than just a pretty face, cowboy" I said, taking a step forward.

"Are you sure about that?" He quizzed, tilting his head to examine my face.

"Oh I'm sure, I wiped the floor with your ass..well not the floor...the grass really" I said, reffering to my catch.

"Really? Last I checked..we did beat you guys?" He said, looking behind him at his family.

"Still, we came rather close..best competition you've had? " I questioned.

"and how would you know that? You're still new here sweetheart." he teased.

I titled my head and squinted my eyes slightly in response to his „sweetheart„

"What's with the nicknames, darling?" I teased him, calling him out.

"I- uh..what? You call me Cowboy all the time and plus, am I not allowed to call you nicknames now? You seemed to like it before..you're cheeks would go red and you'd hide your smile. Don't you trust me? Don't you appreciate me? you seemed to this morning.."

"Did i? Or did you give me no choice?" I countered. "And why all the questions?"

"Nah, you trusted me. I could tell." he said, walking back into the sports hall. He turned around, and began walking away. His uniform clinging to the muscles on his back. "You're welcome by the way" he spoke, referring to earlier, as he continued back up and inside the hall.

[darylsfavoritegirl]

male reader & daryl getting real high (smokin lots of joints) off in a secluded area of alexandria? talking about really deep shit, like their equally horrible pasts, & bonding over how similar they are? idk i'd love to see that. :)

thank you for the request :)

A/N: this is poorly proof read and could've been a lot longer i just got really impatient and i had to post something. also the reason why their conversations are so vague is because 1- theyre high 2-theyre men

so there you go :)

"Took me damn forever to find ya." The archer huffed as he ambled towards you. His backpack was hanging on his left arm as his apperance hinted how he was very well ready and equipped.

Your eyes were semi-shut as you inhaled the joint between your fingers. The clammy tip of the marijuana kept easing your muscles, making them only become more lethargic with each passing second as contentment was all you could sense in your being.

A cunning smirk was bearing your features because you couldn't help it. The run had already gotten cancelled and seeing the tough archer this keen made you ridicule him inside though you knew it was wrong, you were getting lit.

Your eyes observed the area for a brief moment. You were close to the outer walls in Alexandria where no one took patrols owing to the fact that it was one of the strongest walls.

Wind carried a few kids' laughter as they hurried to catch a ball as your eyes shifted to Daryl.

"What'ca ya doin?" He inquired with squinted eyes and curiousity he couldn't conceal.

"Gettin' high." A smirk tugged the corner of your lips as you raised one brow softly.

He stood inches away from you as he eyed you down. He rested his body weight on his right leg and bit on his middle fingernail.

You squinted your eyes at him as the sun was shining behind his body.

"Ain't the time."

"C'mon." He spoke under his breath and turned his body to the side.

"The run got postponed." You confessed at the end.

A sense of being taken aback flashed his face.

"Wha' for?" He spoke low

You exhaled as smoke escaped your mouth and lowered your head. You leered at him through your brows for an insant.

"Some herd is moving towards the area or some shit." You sighed once again, lifting your gaze to see him.

He kept his hands on his pockets, eyes narrowed indicating he was lost in thought. You shielded your hand above your eyes as you got up, pushing your chest out. Your cockyness could be spotted ten miles away everytime you were up in the clouds due to being high.

"Have a smoke with me." You mouthed.

His hesitation radiated the perimeter as you looked at him and inquired

"No?"

You challenged him as he seemed as if being pulled back into the Earth. His brows raised, looking through your entire being.

You had only known him for a few months when your group ran into two people called Glenn and Tara. Your group was on a mission that seemed to be never ending, yet some idiotic scene broke out. That Eugene guy had you fooled in your entire journey.

You didn't really know Daryl, neither did he. He was the silent type, not talking much unless necessary or for the sake of so-called compulsory morality even in the events of a nettlesome apocalpyse.

You approached near your bag you had left next to the thorns alongside lawn that hadn't been mowed for atleast a couple months. You put one knee on the ground as you took out your stash.

You got up, throwing the pack of stash to the air and catching it.

"Let loose." You exasperatedly sighed and rolled your eyes enough to catch his attention.

"Runnin' off like dis helps ya with wha' ?" He geniuenly wondered as you could see him relaxing a bit more. His brows were still furrowed yet you sat on the step of a stair.

"You wouldn't believe it." You quipped as you tapped your hand on your next to the step.

You traced him through your lashes with squinted eyes. You could view his undecisive, reluctant-ish demanour.

" 'm in." He muttered vaguely and sat next to you as a grunt left his mouth.

You took out your lighter in your pocket and ignited his joint.

It wasn't until he burnt a few marijuanas that he finally uttered a few words. Until then, neither of you did anything besides inhaling the soothing drug between your lips. The more breeze grazed your faces, the more tranquil you both became. So out of touch with outer problems that were going on at the moment. So serene, so unruffled.

"Heard ya was a military guy." He explained. Your eyes shifted to his face lightly to observe his droppy eyes, god knows how sleep deprivated he was. His back was slouch, head barely lifted to the direction infront of his eyes.

"Did it for money." You confessed, sticking your piercing gaze to his greasy hair in hope to get him look at you.

"Mmhm." He clattered subtly as he chewed on his goatee beard.

"Were you?" You inquired, contemplating this might be one of the very few chances you had to get to know this group of people a bit better, people whom you had meet not so long ago.

"Nah."

"Mah brother, Merle, was." He got quiet, brows furrowed more than before. No matter how tranquil he became, you noticed how he couldn't get his teeth off his lips or beard.

"You got a brother?" You sung in a zealous way. You adored men like Daryl, men who grew up in the south. Men like you. Real Americans.

"Did." He uttered softly as he forced a harsher scowl.

Your eyes widened lightly, mouth ajar as your chopped lips throbbed at the breeze. This was the end of the world, it was never bright to ask such questions

"Fuck, man. I- I didn't know." You finally spoke low as he clapped his hand to get rid of the dust that had accumulated from the step in this unattended side of the town.

You were face to face as mortification swarmed all over your body. You had tonnes of questions, did he die before the fall? What was he like? Does he think about him occasionally?

"Relax." A forceful smile painted his lips as his eyes fixated on the wall infront of him.

"I ain't thinkin' 'bout him no more." His averted stare locked on a far distance.

His joint was between his chopped lips as he picked the skin on his calloused fingers.

"Left fer tha military not cuz he was ready ta be a martyr." He clenched his jaw, eyes spiritless more than ever. Narrowed as though he couldn't think of words to utter. Plain as it was, you didn't want him to close in his shell because of your anticipation in getting to know him more.

"Bleed fer America or sum' shit." He added.

"Did it to escape life." His lack of energy was evident.

"If a man's got his reasons." You muttered under your breath as your head sagged between your shoulders softly. You didn't mean what you said, that's why it came out so brittle, so weak. Even you didn't believe it, it was just some limp excuse you had created for yourself years ago so that you would stay sane.

"Nah, I knew his damn reasons."

He gave you an insightful glare, leaving you crumble inside.

You took a deep breath, fingers playing with the buttons of your flannel. Your eyes raised at your fingertips as you debated whether to speak up or not.

"You know, I grew up in Georgia."

"Countryside, very south." You shook your head as you let out a nervous chuckle. Your smile lines didn't shift as they started tremble slightly from how long you'd been holding a smile.

"Son to a rancher family. Fanatically religious."

You dared to eyeball him through your brows. Smoke hitting his face as breeze changed its direction, your hair fell infront of your eyes.

"I mean, I know I don't sound like a southerner."

"But I am."

"Worked damned hard to lose my accent 'cause of prissy boys." You let another uneasy chuckle, remembering the very first day your dad dropped you in some college you'd believed you were gonna succeed in, that you were gonna prove you can be better than your blood. That you could end the cycle and prove everyone else wrong.

It wasn't even a term in school that you decided to drop out. You couldn't go back home and bear hearing condescending comments from your family, how college was some capitalist trick, how you should be like them and not fill your head with delusional ideas. So you signed up for military.

You were getting way away from your point as he turned his head to you, grabbing another marijuana from your stash.

Your track of thought was interrupted by the sound of him going through your stash.

"Fuck it. Now I'm just ramblin' " You shook your head as you took a long drag.

"Ya ain't. Keep goin' "

You couldn't tell if he was just being polite -yet rational for you to assume he never had such worry. You glared at him with cautious eyes as he placed his palms on the frontstep of the back door of the whatever abandoned house's perimeter you were on. He placed his feet on the long, untamed lawn, crossing his next foot on the other and threw his head back. You could feel him getting lost due to marijuana, you lost count of how many he had had now.

"The way I see it," He grunted between drags and observed the sky with his dark eyes.

"Ain't nothin' there ta worry 'bout." He spoke as if he couldn't believe his ears to see someone being this self-conscious about their accent.

"Fer me, never did." He took another drag.

"Never had ta deal with no pansies from the city before."

"That was stupid, I know." You chuckled at his way of seeing things.

"Where'd ya say ya grew up in again?" He shifted his head to you after a couple of seconds

"Georgia."

"Uh-huh." He curled the tip of the marijuana with his thumb as he exclaimed softly.

"What is it?" You asked.

"Same 'ere." He raised a brow.

"Fact is, ain't never been outta Georgia 'fore al' dis." A smile between sorrow and misrepresented self-conceit coloured his features. He squinted eyes at you.

"Ain't no way." You huffed with a hint of astonishment in your eyes.

"Tha's right." He said.

" 'Lways had sum' shit ta keep ma' engaged."

"Nuthin' worth a damn." His eyes indicated a sense of inward melancholy.

"Just drifted behind ma brother 's all I done. Did whatever he'd told me to." His eyes spaced out as though he was remembering those days.

It got silent. You respected his privacy at the moment. You couldn't tell if he was gonna regret having you told these things next day. You didn't even know if it bothered you. You had more things in common than you'd ever guess.

"You got family before all this?" You asked, not hiding your interest.

"If ya can call it tha' " He chuckled loosely.

Your eyes observed his body head to toe as he lied down restlessly on the stairs with a curled marijuana that was to burn his fingertips.

"Old man was a jackass. Ain't never done shit for us." He kept speaking. He wasn't looking at you, in fact did it feel like he didn't acknowledge anyone's presence.

"And ma' mom.." He didn't finish his sentence. You didn't force him to.

"Well.." His adam's apple trembled lightly as he used the wooden floor as an ashtray.

He got quite more than ever, eyes glossy which put you in disbelief. You couldn't know men like him would cry infront of an another man. Nonetheless, after a few swift blinks, he put himself together. He shifted his position and sat on the corner of the stair, back leaning against the porch fence as he beheld you.

"Grew up surrounded by a whole bunch of people that knew nothin' 'bout them kids."

Your heart clenched at his words. You knew the feeling, you swallowed your spit as you wished you had brought something to drink.

He sat across you. You dropped your head between your shoulders as you restlessly controlled your shallow breaths.

You didn't know what was going on inside of you. Your stomach felt like tightening alongside with the feeling of your heart being flipped inside and out.

Blood rushing to your every cell only made you stimulated, hands getting sweaty as you kept being occupied with your flannel's buttons.

You pressed your lips together only to start biting on the skin a second later.

"Ya al'right over there?" He asked mindlessly.

You lifted your head as he started to scribble on the wooden floor with his knife. He eyeballed you through his brows. His body language suggested a subtle irritation as you didn't answer. You were thinking of right words to utter.

"It's just... Didn't think you'd be the person who..."

You cut it mid-sentence as you decided to not jump into a conclusion.

"Men like you are always so though and so..." Your eyes traced the sky and your lips kept shaking as you begged to utter the proper things.

"Stop." He shook his head and your eyes grazed his face.

"Ain't into tha' whole pep talk crap." The curls of his lips trembled. He went back to scribbling the floor as if not expecting a respond from you.

"It ain't a pep talk." You stuck your gaze upon his greasy bangs.

"My dad was a drunken 'sides the times he was done with his farm errands." Your eyes followed his scribbles on the floor as your mind travelled to that dreadful childhood, youth...

"Taking care of the animals or..."

"I don't fuckin' know, mending the field or some shit."

You knew it like the back of your hand that you didn't make any sense at the moment. Your body, brain, mind were just too numb.

"Just another asshole that had a problem with everyone else in the house..." You muttered.

"Sucks." He grunted.

"It does." You mumbled once again.

You spent the rest of the day either sitting in complete silence or talking about the world before everything had gone to shit as sun set over Alexandria.

[oneeyedgrimes]

Copies.

A/N: this is my first time trying this concept! This was based off a blog I saw if i can find it I’ll tag the person! If this does well enough or people like it enough I’ll do a part 2 this is just testing the waters! Also the gif is what Daryl looks like when they see each other

Y/n and Daryl were raised very similarly growing up, both with shitty dad’s and a mother that would’ve done anything for them but was take from them early, which also caused them to have VERY similar personalities, like damn near the same people.

When y/n found the group she had been on the brink of starving to death she was the last person alive after watching the small group that consisted of 5 other people that she’d been with almost since, die right in front of her her sister included and there was nothing she could do but run. She was by herself for weeks or what felt like it anyway when 3 men found her in the middle of the woods leaning up against a tree with an empty water bottle next to her.

The moment y/n realized she wasn’t alone she hurriedly stood up picking up her crossbow pointing it at one of the men as he did the same to her, though she was outnumbered with a the other dude pointing his gun at her, she looked at the 3rd boy who seemed to be nervous about the whole situation “ I-I’m Glenn, this is Shane and Daryl, we uh heard something out here thought you were a walker-“ “ walkers? Tha’s wha ya’ll are callin’ these sick sons of bitches?” Y/n scoffed lifting her crossbow higher, she let go watching as her bow flew past ‘Daryl’s’ ear shooting a walker right thru its head watching as its body dropped to the ground. “ tell me why I shouldn’t put one in the three of you next” she grabbed another bow putting it back into her arrow. Daryl started to speak “ ‘cause we’ll have ya on yur ass before you can’t even try.” “ oh is that a bet?-“ You raised your crossbow higher before the boy with the baseball cap started to talk. “We have a camp!“ “ Hey- aye man the hell you doin.’ ” Shane cut Glenn off but y/n heard what she needed to.

She slowly lowered her bow finally taking a good look at the three guys, they looked clean, well Glenn and Shane did, Daryl looked a bit dusty but it was nothing compared to you. You looked at Glenn “y’all’s got a camp somewhere ‘round here? Ya got room for one more?” She cocked her head to the side watching as Shane leaned over to talk to Glenn, she took the time to look over at Daryl who hadn’t talked the entire time, though he’s sat his crossbow down against a tree and was watching as Shane and Glenn bickered about letting y/n come to the camp before he finally spoke up “ jus’ let ‘er come if she tries anythang’ we can handle her ass” y/n lifted her brows at him and she felt the tiniest hint of a smile on her face, he too had the redneck accent though his was a bit thicker than y/n’s.

It was Shane who snapped you out of your thoughts, a bit rudely. “ hey listen here, we gon take you to our camp, ‘cause you look like a pound of shit alright but if you try anything we’ll have your ass on a platter you got it?” Y/n just rolled her eyes huffing “ yea’ I got it asshole” she mumbled the last part under her breath as she picked up her bag and swung her crossbow over her head watching as Daryl did the same.

[altocat]

also WHERE IS GAST? i keep waiting for young sephiroth to mention him at least once but nothing so far. i’m a little disappointed.

Tbf it was never confirmed in canon if Gast was fully present in Sephiroth's early childhood. The only hint we have is Sephiroth constantly praising Gast as a scientist and his lament over Gast not telling him the truth. They even CUT the latter from Rebirth's flashback. That said, the way he lashes out at Gast's experiment also feels personal as well, as if Sephiroth is angry that Gast took part in his violation. So it's really a mystery.

Timeline-wise, Gast really would have only been in Sephiroth's life for a very short while. He leaves around the time Sephiroth is four or five years old. So it does make sense if his role is minimal compared to that of other people in Sephiroth's life. They seem to be downplaying him as Sephiroth's potential father figure in favor of Glenn. Which is fine. I liked Glenn and Sephiroth's dynamic. I think Gast likely played a role in Sephiroth's early upbringing, but they could just as easily retcon him into being less present. We might find out more if there are any flashbacks on his character in Part 3.

[soldier-lodbrok]

So saddle up kids, because @holyguardian and I screamed back and forth and she dug up a few thoughts I already had but pointed out all these nice connections, so now I HAVE to make a post about this theory. It is probably just my copium, but ya'll can't stop me. You can thank Muddy for this. She shoved my brain on every aspect.

Of course spoilers for Remake, Rebirth and Ever Crisis FS ahead.

Glenn Lodbrok is still alive theory

"Glenn Lodbrok" in Final Fantasy VII Rebirth Okay. First things first. The man seen as "Glenn Lodbrok" in Final Fantasy VII Rebirth definitely is NOT the real Glenn Lodbrok. In no way or form. It just is a black robed man that Sephiroth puppeteered to take on the appearance of Glenn. His behaviour, his speech patterns, his apparent goals, nothing fits the real Glenn Lodbrok.

Even his appearance is off.

The black robed version looks extremely gaunt. Glenn in general has a large frame and muscular built. Here his cheeks are visibly sunken in, his hair is unruly and uncut, as is his beard, which is also way longer (and more prominent above his lips) than when he supposedly was last alive.

The SRC Situation/Where was Glenn last His last goal in the world was to establish the Shinra Resistance Committee, especially in Wutai and lead it against Shinra. They took over the Wutain government and installed an interim-government. According to Yuffie it is supposed to only last until the war is over and they can have independence from Shinra; then tthe Wutain people can decide what kind of government they truly want next.

The SRC does loosely associate with AVALANCHE, but they are two different factions, with the SRC seemingly using more political and Wutai-based moves, while some splinter groups of AVALANCHE go down more extreme routes closer to Midgar/within Midgar.

Glenn wasn't alone, but with Matt and Lucia in the SRC at this time.

It is notable that in Rebirth in the side-mission "Protorelic 4" in Cosmo Canyon Matt and Lucia are name-dropped:

So they are confirmed to still be alive at the point where the Shinra HQ was stormed by AVALANCHE in Remake. Now suddenly as leaders of AVALANCHE troops for the HQ in Midgar. So something must have happened between them being in Wutai as interim-government members for the SRC and now suddenly active in AVALANCHE.

Alteration with Rufus The alteration that happened, where Rufus shot Glenn probably all cooks down to that Glenn either:

- discovered that Viceroy Sarruf is actually Rufus Shinra

- or he knew all along that Sarruf = Rufus, but had an argument with him, because he found out that Rufus was not at all interested in a peaceful solution and letting Wutai be a free state from Shinra

It is more likely that it is the second option, since in Ever Crisis Chapter 8 Glenn mentions that "he has friends in high places" and gets his intel through them. He possibly is hinting at this being Rufus. Plus Rufus in Rebirth seems to allow "Glenn" around, as if he knows him.

He probably threatened Rufus, either with revealing his identity or with cutting him off from the SRC. It had to be something that enraged/threatened Rufus enough to shoot Glenn in the back cowardly, when he turned away.

Then it gets muddy.

Rufus clearly is surprised seeing "Glenn" again in Junon, stating that he thought he was dead. It is a "thought" and nothing more certain. Indicating that Rufus had not checked upon Glenn really being dead. [Also the wikia indicates he was "left for dead", the wikia is not the most reliable though]

So there is a possibility that Glenn survived this. Possibly being rescued by his friends Lucia and Matt. They aren't shown to be present at the attack (maybe just out of frame?). But they could have been led there by:

- Refu: the dog formerly belonging to Rosen, he already proved to be loyal to its owner and 'call' others attention to when his owner was in trouble and needed help; he did so for Rosen

- Sephiroth: the man was friends with Glenn, even in the Wutai war. Glenn gave him intel to rescue other soldiers and Sephiroth would likely have done the same for him in return. It is strange that Sephiroth seems to exactly know how Glenn was shot in the back, he uses the phrase "In the back, just like good old times." when Rufus tries to kill "Glenn" a second time at the end of Rebirth. So either Sephiroth witnessed it, saw Glenn afterwards or heard about it. Sephiroth is shown to still be conflicted back in EC FS, being loyal to Shinra in a way or seeing himself forced into that role. If we mirror Glenn's "You know I can't help openly, that is why you have to do it", that could work with Sephiroth directing Matt and Lucia to Glenn for help. He is Shinra, he can't outright act against Rufus then, but he can see to get sufficient help.

Anyway, Lucia and Matt could have rescued Glenn and brought him to safety but turned their back on the SRC or fled the area due to there clearly being dangerous traitors at work within the SRC. That is how they could have ended up with AVALANCHE HQ, finding refuge there.

Where Glenn could be during Remake/Rebirth times So why are just the two of them mentioned as leaders for AVALANCHE?

Either Glenn simply is not part of that particular mission, SE didn't want us to know, he didn't want to work for AVALANCHE or he isn't able to help yet.

Last option could be likely due to the severe injury he apparently got from Rufus' bullet. When he is shot we actually see a lot of blood (the most shown in FF VII so far) splattering from relatively high up. Almost looks like the back of his head, though at least Sephiroth masquerading as Glenn claimed it was a shot in the back.

If Rufus hit his spine that high up, it could mean he needs a longer time to recover, if at all, even in magical Final Fantasy healing logics. Also explains, why Glenn did not fight back (if we consider the same FF logic in which several characters already got shot or stabbed worse and still were able to get up and fight back).

He could be bedridden or even in a coma for now. And you know what happens to people who are that immobile for a longer time? They lose muscle mass and of course don't shave their beard as often or get regular haircuts.

So the gaunt and dishevelled appearance the black robed takes on as "Glenn" could actually BE how Glenn looks currently. Jenova's/Sephiroth's abilities to shapeshift can't be that shoddy, so maybe this is actually the most current version of Glenn, who is hidden away somewhere in an AVALANCHE HQ.

And as Muddy so nicely pointed out: you know whom Glenn, a man who is wearing a long black raincoat (not to be confused with the black robes!) would contrast when sitting in a wheelchair by then? Rufus Shinra years later, a man in long white coats, in a wheelchair, when he suffers from Geostigma. We love some nice paralells, even if this now is probably beyond SE's scope of aesthetics.

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Replying to my Macdennis/Glenn post because I didn’t have enough characters

Just adding for further clarification the difference between Mac coming out and Macdennis becoming canon. Mac’s sexuality is something that has been a running gag since the show first started. It took them twelve seasons to have him come out, and he did it over a lottery scratcher. it was the natural next step for his character after 12 seasons of super obvious hints. Macdennis isn’t like that. There were way more hints about Mac’s sexuality than there have ever been that DENNIS would be open to or interested in a relationship with Mac. It’s actually the opposite, the running gag is that he’s always rejecting Mac. The first example was aligned with the running joke, and the second one defies it.

As much as a lot of us love Macdennis, the character of Dennis hasn’t been giving us hints about that ever being a possibility for twelve seasons. In fact, he has reiterated that it’s never going to happen. They’re not going to confuse their overall fan base by having him suddenly change his mind and want to be in a relationship just to pander to the Macdennis fans. Dennis has too much pride to be vulnerable with Mac. He’s convinced that he hates him, actually. He rejects him time and time again. It’s not the natural next step for his character in the same way. He’s lived with him for over 20 years now, what’s going to change his mind all of a sudden? There’s no way they can go about it any time soon without their fan base accusing the show of turning into a pandering fanfiction. And they’d be valid in that.

It doesn’t mean Macdennis is dead. The running joke is alive. It means that they’re not about to be committed to each other romantically in the upcoming seasons.