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Till THE DEAD do us part| Chapter 10

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

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Chapter 10: I’d carry it proudly

Summary: Y/N and Daryl get in the woods to practice some archery. Daryl gets to know more about Y/N, but she also wants to know about him. Things get heated between them.

Warning: light swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of psychological abuse, past trauma, mentions of pregnancy, Rick being an annoying big bro, make out session, smut, kisses, fingering, dry humping, Daryl’s almost a sex educator in this one. Minors do not interact. 18+ (Let me know if I forgot anything)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s Sister)

Word Count: 7,961

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love. ALSO, this is my first smut in English, so I hope it’s not too bad.

“Ready for yer crossbow lessons?” Daryl asked sitting by your side to have breakfast.

“I was born ready, babe.” You answered before shoving some eggs on your mouth. “But if I’m not good at it, the fault is gonna be on the teacher.”

“Let me guess, and if ya’re good is just ‘cause ya’re a pro on everything.” He answered, raising a brown and with a smirk on his face.

“Of course, I have my own merits.” You elbowed him playfully. “Where are we going to practice?”

“Thought ‘bout going into the woods and making some targets in different places and distances. Think it’ll be good to teach ya.” He said starting to eat.

“And how’s your wound? Do you think it’s safe to go?” You asked concern in your voice.

“It’s good, not as painful as befor’” he said, but he didn’t say it didn’t have pain at all. “ ‘sides that, we aren’t going on Nervous Nelly and I have ya to cover my back. I guess we’re jus’ fine.”

You finished eating and then went to prepare everything for leaving the farm to train, you changed your clothes and took your gun and knife to go. You left Luna with Carl and headed to Daryl’s camp, apparently he didn’t want to leave the place. He told you he didn’t want to be annoyed, you questioned how come you could be around and he didn’t had an answer he just grunted, or he didn’t had the courage to tell you he didn’t want you there too or you were the only one he tolerated.

He was ready and waiting for you when you arrived, after that you went in the direction of the woods, walking side by side. The weather was still a little bit warm, but it was starting to have a cold breeze, which means fall and winter were on their way. In the old world, you used to enjoy this seasons, but now you weren’t so sure about it, cause you didn’t know if you would have a roof to be when the really cold weather came.

“That day, did ya think I was going to beat Carol?” Daryl surprised you with a question, bringing you back from your thoughts.

“No, not at all. But I must confess you scared me a little. Beating women just doesn’t sounds like you. I’d never think that.” You said, your hand tentatively brushing on his while you two walked.

“Was… the bastard that hurt you like Ed?” Wow, you didn’t really see that coming. Did he thought your reaction had something to do with it? Did you look so angry that day that he thought it was related to past traumas? Well, maybe it was a little but either way, you think you’d not let he treat anyone that didn’t deserved like that, in the same way you’d not permit anyone to treat him like that.

“Not exactly…” You touched a tree while you were passing. “The psychological abuse? Yes, but he never laid a finger on me. The only time he tried was when we broke up, well, I broke up with him, but luck me we were at Rick’s for a family barbecue and Shane happened to be just passing by the living room. So you must imagine how it all ended.” You didn’t like to talk much about it, but with Daryl seemed just right… Like he’d not judge you or take the guys side how many misogynists men would do.

“I’m sure he deserved all the special treatment Shane gave him.” Even talking with you he observed everything around you, what made you impressed on how he could focus so perfectly on two things.

“You should see, he got worse than Ed.” You took a deep breath, you just wished you could forget everything about him, about that time and about all the words you used to hear from him.

“Nothing that he ever told ya is true.” He brushed his hand against your and caught your pinky on his.

“How could you know?” You observed the dried leaves you were stepping along the way.

“ ‘cause I know ya.” He simply said, for him it was enough and on his mind nothing would ever justify the abuse someone suffered, he could understand it better than anyone.

“He was a sick son of bitch.” You took a glance at your intertwined pinkies and couldn’t help but give a small smile.

“For sure, he had an incurable case of small dick.” You weren’t expecting this sassy remark, but stopping to think it really sounded like something Daryl would say. You couldn’t hold the laugh, he wasn’t completely wrong… Not that you had seen too many dicks in your life, Paul had been your first and only boyfriend being with him during the late high school years, college and a little bit after it, so his dick was the only one you had seen officially speaking, but you already watched porn and his were kind of small if you compared, not even medium to be honest. “By the laugh, I know I’m right.”

“Now, that you already made I confess my darkest secrets, I think it’s fair if you tell me something about you.” You said, you actually didn’t know what to ask, there was so many things you wanted to know about him, but you also didn’t want to pass the limits.

“I think it’s good here.” He stopped in front of a group of trees that conveniently were organized by mother nature transversally and would be perfect for the practice. “How about ya do yer best on our training and if ya do good, I answer whatever shit ya want to know.”

“Deal. Be prepared to answer me whatever I want.”

He got a hammer from his bag and some nails, with it he nailed four wood boards, one in which tree. He was really prepared for the lesson and got you impressed. After nailing the last wood board he came to you.

“First, let’s talk about position. Ya know how to shot a gun, a rifle too. It’s a bit similar.” He took his crossbow and handed it to you, then he positioned himself behind you. “Keep yer legs a bit apart from the other.” He signaled with his feet touching yours to show how it should be. “Now the posture, keep yer spine straight, shoulders to the back.” He placed a hand on your back and with the other hand he pushed one of your shoulders to show where it should be. His hands were so warm that you could feel it even with some layers of clothing. “Now, show me how ya hold a rifle.” You hold the crossbow just like if you were going to shoot a rifle. He covered your arms with his and put his hands on top of yours just positioning it a bit better. “Good, that’s it.” He said by your ear, his lips almost touching you, you could even feel his stubble, sending chills throughout all of your body. “Now if ya wanna have a good shot ya need to look here.” He pointed the middle of the weapon. “When ya see where ya wanna shoot, just press here. Just like a gun.”

“And now?” You asked, almost not breathing, aware of his presence and trying to remain like he said.

“Now you need to learn how to put an arrow in the bow.” He distanced himself from you and you almost cried for losing the contact.

“It can’t be hard, right?” You asked relaxing and pulling at the cord from the crossbow, it was very strong, you’d need to use some force to do it.

“If ya have strong arms it isn’t.” He said. “Gimme it here.”

He took the bow and showed you how you had to pull the cord and then the arrow. It looked so easy with him doing it, like it was nothing.

“Now, ya try.” He handed you the bow back.

You needed to use all your strength to do it, but you did and you didn’t complain in any moment even though you felt a light pain on your arm.

“Try to aim at the middle of the boards, the middle is the walker brain. Too much for the sides and it means the arrow missed.” He said, leaning on a tree that was behind you.

“Are you making unrealistic rules so I can’t ask you your deepest secrets later?” You questioned while positioning yourself to shoot for the first time.

“Nah, I just don’t want ya to be a shitty archer. Ya can thank me later.” He said unamused.

“Well, let’s start then.” It couldn’t be too different than a gun, right? He even said it himself.

You aimed at the first tree, the one that was closer. Daryl made the rule that you could just move to the others when you hit at least close to the middle of the board. You concentrated yourself, took a breath and shot it hitting the extreme left of the board, so the arrow fell a little after the tree. You huffed disappointed and went ahead to get the arrow back. When you turned back, you saw a smirk on Daryl’s face.

“What are you smirking about?” You asked him, you wanted to know what was so funny.

“Ya thought it would be super easy, didn’t ya?” He had a mocking smile on his lips and you wanted to punch him and at the same time kiss his handsome sexy lips.

“I didn’t. BUT I expected I would at least hit close since I aimed at the middle of the thing.” You protested, you were good at shooting and you knew it would take a lot of work from anyone that wanted to be an archer like Daryl.

You prepared the bow one more time to shoot again, honestly now you could get why Daryl’s arms were so muscular, pulling the cord everyday all day was a damn work out. You positioned yourself once again to aim at the target.

“I know ya said, ya didn’t like him like that. But, don’t ya think Shane like ya?” Daryl asked, trying to sound cool as it wasn’t a question running on his mind for a long period of time. First he had thought about it back at the quarry, while you two got close he would receive nasty looks from Shane, as if he hated him. Then he started to return the same looks, and still today he would receive the stares from Shane. When you told your story about your ex, he couldn’t help but question if Shane did what he did because you were like a little sister or because he liked you in a different way.

“Really? Now are you trying to make me lose my concentration?” You got out of position to look back at him.

“No, ya don’t have time to concentrate when there’s a walker coming. Go back to yer position, continue aiming at the target and answer ma question.” He answered gesturing with his hand for you to get back to the job.

“Bossy…” you murmured turning back to the target. “Now you owe me 2 questions.”

“Whatever.”

“No, he never looked at me like that, I guess.” You positioned your body in the correct way again. “I’m 6 years younger than them, or something like this, which means when they started to get into girls, I was still a kid. They babysat me and used the cute little sister card to impress the girls. So, nah.”

“But ya grew.” He gnawed his finger nervously praying that you didn’t look back. He listened to your heavy sigh, then you shot the target and were able to hit a little bit more on the inside, but still not close enough to the center.

“Well, in case you didn’t notice, he’s not exactly afraid of Rick. So if he wanted, he would have made a move.” You answered taking the arrow back from the board. “And, I’d have refused as I already told you before I never liked him like that.”

You were preparing once again the arrow to shoot, he said nothing. The same way he wished he should have kept his mouth shut back that day in the woods in the quarry. But once again he was relieved knowing not only you had no interest in Shane, but Shane had no interest in you.

“Is Daryl Dixon jealous?” You asked aiming at the target one more time and shoot hitting almost the middle of the target.

He took your success on hitting the target as an excuse to not answer your question, because he’d not admit he was indeed Jealous. “Congrats Pup, ya killed the walker. Now move to the next target.”

“And you are not answering my question.” You said while moving to be in front of the second target.

“I’ll answer when ya finish hitting the targets.” He answered grumpy as if he wasn’t the one making personal questions.

“You better do.” You said and shot an arrow on the second target.

You continued training with the bow, every time you changed for a target in a more distant tree it would get more difficult to hit the board and took more time from you to get close to the middle. From time to time Daryl would come to you and help to correct your posture. When you got to the last tree it was taking a little longer from you to hit the target, more because your arms were tired and sore from pulling the cord on the crossbow many times.

You had already lost count on how many shots you had on the fourth and last target. You could tell Daryl your arms were aching and that you wanted to stop, and you were sure he wouldn’t mind. But you didn’t want to give up and go back defeated, also you were expecting you could make some questions to him. There was so many things you wanted to know that you weren’t even sure what to ask. You decided to give yourself 5 chances to hit the board, if you didn’t succeed you’d give up and tell Daryl you’d try another day.

You shot one time, too high. Another one, too low. You tried a third time and it hit on the right side, not too distant from the border, but not exactly close to the middle. You took a deep breath, aimed at the target and shot hitting it almost in the middle. “YEAH!” You shouted jumping in excitement. “Did you see D.? I got it!”

You jumped at him letting the crossbow fall to the ground. You were so happy to achieve the goal that he couldn’t help but smile at you. When you threw yourself at him both of you lost the balance and fell to the ground, you on top of him. He let out a groan feeling pain in his still in recovery wound.

“Oh my gosh, D. I’m sorry. Are you ok?” You asked looking worriedly at him. “Let me check if the stitches are ok.”

He held your hand before you could put it under his shirt and lift it. “I’m ok. I don’t feel blood dripping from my injuries. Don’t need to check.” The move didn’t go unnoticed by you, but you knew about his boundaries, or some of them, you just didn’t know why.

Your knees were on each side of his hips and you didn’t want to waste one of your questions just to know if he was jealous or not. You knew he was, even if he’d never admit it out loud. You looked at his face and finished on his eyes. “You have no reason to be jealous, ‘cause I only have eyes for you and in all those years you’re the only one that made me feel like this, Daryl Dixon.” That wasn’t a love confession, but was really close to it. You didn’t want to scare him or to be rejected by him, but you wanted to reassure him, soothe him and make him feel secure.

The hold you had on him was out of this world, it scared him and comforted him at the same time. He tried to stay away, to push you away… and just like a magnet he was dragged back to you. He stopped fighting a long time ago, but sometimes the life he had before, who he was before, what he suffered… all of this came back to him, and having you saying this words to him, like he was special to someone, special to you, it made him never want to let go of you. He wanted to be selfish and feel that he deserved you, and that he was all the good things you told him.

He crushed his lips on yours, one hand on the back of your head pulling you closer to him. Your hands traveled on his shoulders and arms while you kissed fervently. His hands descended to your hips, fingers brushing on the skin under your shirt. You needed more, oh, you needed way more. You rolled your hips on his, searching for some friction your core aching to feel something, anything. You could feel his voluminous hard on, earning a groan from him, this time not a painful one. He bulked his hips on yours again as you did the same with him, his hands went to your butt grabbing and squeezing it, making a moan scape your lips and go into his. His tongue fighting for dominance with your, making a mess of lips, teeth, tongue and saliva.

A growl coming from your left startled you making you separate yourself from Daryl, that for the first time was ignoring everything around him and hadn’t listen to a damn thing. One second he looked confused at you for parting from him, the other he saw you picking the crossbow that was thrown on the ground, you pulled the cord, put the arrow, aimed at the walker and next second it was on the ground, dead with an arrow on its head.

“That was hot.” He looked at you in awe. He sat up and hands still on your butt. You put the crossbow aside, your arms around his neck. “Ya saved our asses.”

“Guess, Walkers are easier than trees or… I had a pretty good teacher.” You said, a mischievous smile on your face and he couldn’t resist but give a peck on your lips.

“We need to go. It’s clearly not safe here.” He was right. Very reluctantly he let go of your butt, you got up and extended your hand to help him up.

You retrieved the arrow from the walker’s skull and cleaned it. You caught everything you had brought and put in your bags to go back to the farm. On your way back, Daryl took your hand in his, cheeks blushing and all, but he tried to pass normality.

“Yer arms hurt, don’t they?” He asked squeezing your hand a little. You never complained, but he knew that you would feel it, you were not used to this kind of exercise. Also, he saw your pained face every time you’d prepare to shoot again, he didn’t say anything because he felt like he could discourage you if he did.

“A lot.” You confessed. “How did you know?”

“Ya’re not used to it, I knew it would hurt. Also, it was all written on yer face.” He said glancing at you for some seconds. “Ya never complained, ya’re gonna be a good archer.”

“Thanks.” You couldn’t stop smiling since your training spot. That was really a good day, you learned how to use a crossbow, you had a hot make out session with the man that controlled all your thoughts and you used a crossbow to kill a walker.

“When all the shit with the group that attacked in the city is over, maybe we can find a crossbow for ya in a hunting shop or something.” He suggested and you liked the idea very much. You wanted to train more, and having a silent weapon that could shoot a long distance was a good thing. You didn’t know till when you’d have ammo.

“It sounds perfect to me.” You said taking a glance at him, the smile that you couldn’t hide all over your face and hardening you grip on his hand.

You came back to the farm, hand in hand. You left Daryl on his camp, he said soon he’d join the others to help with whatever was needed. You went back to the house almost jumping in excitement, a smile still on your lips. Rick, Lori and Carol were on the porch, talking about something.

“Guess what” you announced once you were close enough. “I’m a pro with a crossbow. Even killed a walker with it.”

“Hope you killed it with an arrow and not throwing the crossbow on it.” Rick couldn’t resist but make funny of you, it was stronger than him… it was impregnated in his big bro genes in the same way his protection was.

“Haha, very funny.” You pretended not seeing the fun on his joke. “I killed it with an arrow, ask Daryl if you don’t believe me.”

“Talking about Daryl… We all saw you holding hands on your way back. Are you now official?” Carol couldn’t contain her curiosity, it was time for you to stop pinning on each other.

“We were holding hands.” You pathetically answered not actually answering the question and just repeating what she said. What should you say? You never put names on anything and you never talked about it. It was too early too.

“Yes, we saw Y/N. But that wasn’t what Carol asked.” Lori stated. “Did something else happened?”

“Stop! Nothing happened.” You replied defensively feeling your cheeks burn and blush run on your face.

“Y/N and Daryl under a tree kissing!” Rick singsonged.

“Shut up! What are you? Ten?” You gave him a light punch on his arm.

“Are you going to help with dinner today?” Lori asked rocking in the chair.

“Yes, with anything actually. Came here to see what you needed help with. Though, I would be eternally grateful if it was something that I didn’t need to move my arms a lot, cause they are hurting badly.” You threw yourself on one of the chairs.

“I’m not gonna ask what you did, because I’m afraid…” Rick was impossible annoying that day, always picking on you.

“Try shooting with a crossbow multiple times and then talk to me Rick. Why did you decide to be jerk today?” You threw the words at him.

Rick would be lying if he said he was calm, he wasn’t. After the attack on the city, the people he killed, his pregnant wife, his traitor best friend and now having to deal with the young man they brought with them from the city… He was far from good, so playing with you, like the old times, brought a sense of normalcy, just as if life wasn’t a shit anymore.

“No reason, I just like to pick on you.” He said before leaving and messing all your hair with his hands.

Later you helped with the dinner and also with the dishes when everybody finished it. There was no way of escaping doing activities with your arms, you needed them for almost everything. You were scrubbing the dishes when you felt a presence by your side, arms brushing on yours.

“What if ya wash and I dry?” Daryl asked.

“I’d appreciate it. Also, the company makes all the difference.” You answered washing some of the plates.

“Are ya going to my tent tonight?” He asked while he dried the plates.

“Do you want me to go?” You asked, you knew he wanted. The simple act of asking you was an indicator that he expected you to go, but you couldn’t just resist and make him talk.

“Yes, I sleep better when ya’re with me.” He blushed, he couldn’t see and he hoped you didn’t see but his face was pretty much red.

“So, I’m going. I also sleep better with you.” You answered while you washed the cutlery. “Just need to take my things on my tent.”

“Take what?” He asked, what would you need besides yourself?

“I’m not sleeping in jeans everyday. I need to wear something comfortable.” You said passing him the cutlery. “Maybe is good if take my sleeping bag too, what do you think?”

“Mine can fit both of us.” He said, he felt that if you had one more sleeping bag you would sleep more distant from him. Which he knew wasn’t true, because don’t matter how you slept, you always ended up hugging him.

“Ok, your tent your rules. I get it.” You answered in defeat. “But, I’ll still pick a change of clothes.”

When you finished with the dishes you said your ‘good nights’ to whoever was still around and went to your tent picking your change of clothes. He went first to his camp while you took your things and headed there too. Lori had asked you early why didn’t you simply disassembled your barrack and moved to his, but having your own tent was a security, if you needed you had it and besides that you could store your things in it.

When you got there he was finishing organizing his things. “Ya can go in, I’m going in a minute.” He said turning to face you and went back to finish what he was doing.

You entered his tent and looked around, everything screamed Daryl, you were getting so used to it that you started to think it was a little bit yours too. You had brought your beloved sleeping shorts and a comfortable oversized t-shirt. You decided to change while Daryl didn’t come. You unbuttoned your jeans and took it of, when you were finishing taking your legs out of it, Daryl entered and he could swear he almost had a heart attack.

“Wha’ are ya doing?” He asked voice high pitched a little in the end of the sentence, glued to his spot unable to think straight, he didn’t look away, but he didn’t move too.

“Changing my clothes?” You said uncertain, but tried to maintain your cool. You mean… you had slept together, but you didn’t sleep together in all the meanings of the word, just the basic meaning. So you hadn’t seen any parts from each other that you weren’t supposed to see. On the other hand, he had his hands on your butt just a few hours ago, so…

“And ya didn’t think ‘bout giving me a heads up?” He asked, trying hard not to look at your showing legs and what he could see of your ass, and failing to do so. He couldn’t take his eyes of you and you could feel his eyes burning on your skin.

“Didn’t think I needed to, besides that you had your hands on my butt earlier today, so what’s the difference on you looking at it?” You answered nonchalantly, wearing your shorts. “See, just covered my ass, but you can still see my legs.”

You took the hem of your shirt on your fingers and lifted it up, taking it out. Daryl couldn’t take his eyes off you, you had your bra on, but could he wish you didn’t? He turned around and finished closing the zipped door, when he turned back you were already wearing your comfortable shirt. You sat on his sleeping bag and looked at him.

“Aren’t you going to change to something more comfortable to sleep?” You asked, you weren’t expecting a show but, if you received it you’d not mind. He stayed in silence averting his eyes from yours. “Are you taking care of your wounds? I can help if you want.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry. Did I pass the limits?” You said, now truly concerned that maybe you should have given him a heads up about changing your clothes. You told him before, you could go slow, but maybe Rick was right… you were jumping from a plane with no parachute.

“No, it’s just…” he tried to find the words, but it was so, so difficult to talk about his feelings. He sat by your side, a little distant from you. “I… my body… it’s…”

“I already saw it before, you know? Not when Hershel was patching you up. One time, you thought nobody was looking and changed your shirt in the middle of the camp. I was looking. It wasn’t my intention, but I couldn’t help but stare, cause you’re the most handsome man I ever saw.” You honestly told him, you went to him, hugging him from behind, your palms on his stomach and your chin resting on his right shoulder.

“You can’t be serious…” he muttered.

“I am. Every single thing that is part of you, is special for me.” You kissed his neck and he sighed. It was a little overwhelming putting so many of your feelings on the table like this in just one day, when Daryl couldn’t really express what he felt. But you couldn’t resist the urge to reassure him about everything.

He didn’t know where he got the courage from, but he took your hands from his stomach and led them to the first button of his shirt. You asked if he really wanted that, and he just nodded. One by one, you opened all his buttons and them pulled it sliding through his arms. Looking at his scars close, was totally different than when he was far, at the same time your heart ached you couldn’t help but admire him, how handsome he was and mainly the man he had become after all the shit he probably went through to have those marks on his body.

You said nothing and he was so afraid you would regret the beautiful words you told him and that now you were disgusted by him, but those worries went away when your lips touched the other side of his neck, your hands went to his arms. Soon you descended your kisses to his shoulders and you caressed his sides. He closed his eyes and tried to forget everything else, how could a precious thing like you think he was worthy? How could you make he feel whole? You kissed every scar on his back, including the new one that was going to be there from the recent wound and at which kiss you’d take a deep sigh from him.

You moved to be in front of him and sat on his lap, one leg on each side of him. He also had scars on his chest and you kissed each of them. You ran your fingers on his hair and looked at his face. He looked at your eyes and he saw pure adoration, no disgust, no pity… just admiration and respect.

“What are you going to wear? Do you have any comfortable shirt?” You, poor little thing, were worried about what he would wear, when you had just kissed all of him provoking all kinds of emotions, from the purest of them to the dirtiest one and now he didn’t even want you wearing anything.

He put his big hands on your face, with one he caressed your cheek and the other he used to brush his thumb on your bottom lip. You were mesmerized, caught in the moment and couldn’t move, you were stuck on his baby blue eyes. In all his life, he could never have guessed that he would be so lucky in the middle of a fucking apocalypse. Yes, dead people were walking around pestering the world. Yes, his brother was god knows where. And yes, he still had to fight for his life, to have food on his plate and to survive. But, knowing you was never something he thought that could happen to him and for that he felt like the luckiest bastard in the world.

He brought his lips to yours tenderly, and just then you came out of the daze you were in and closed your eyes kissing him back. You put one hand on his nape tugging a little at his hair while your fingers massaged the place, your other arm was hanging lazily on his shoulder while your hand touched his back lightly. You kissed slowly, but passionately. He took his time to appreciate your lips, his tongue caressed your lips and you opened them compassionately just waiting to feel his tongue on yours. It was so deliciously electrifying that a moan left your lips, and you had just kissed. His hands descended from your face to your shoulders and soon he was cupping your breasts eliciting another moan from you and making your hips buck earning a groan from him. Your lips parted from each other gasping from air.

“If ya want me to stop…” Daryl started to say, but you didn’t let him finish afraid that he would stop.

“Don’t. Please…” You almost begged bringing his torso the closest you could to your body.

“Good, ‘cause this is gettin’ on ma way and I don’t wan’ it on ya anymore.” He tugged your shirt up taking it from you.

He took some seconds to admire what he had in front of him, the gorgeous woman he had in his arms, before his lips went to your jawline kissing, nibbling and licking. His lips went down your neck treating it with same attention he had given to your jaw, finally finding that spot, that sweet delicious spot… You let out another moan trusting your hips on his one more time, starting to move them against him craving for some contact, to feel more than you were already feeling. Your hands were everywhere on him, his shoulders, his chest, his abdomen and gods… you really wanted to take it a little more down. You felt his increasing bulge on his pants, and it was a wonderful sensation still wearing clothes, you couldn’t even imagine how it would be to feel him skin to skin, you full of him would probably be paradise.

He descended his lips to your shoulders sliding the straps of your bra down, his hands were on your lower abdomen, grabbing, squeezing and going down. His hand got to the waistband of your shorts and as if it was nothing it slided inside your shorts stopping covering your clothed pussy. You were so wet and he hadn’t even made you cum yet. “Ya’re so wet, baby. Is that all for me?” his voice was hoarse and husky and just the act of talking close to your ear made you feel that coil sensation on your lower stomach. You whined unable to bring words to your mouth, you just wanted to continue, for him to take you there and now, but that wasn’t Daryl’s plan. He wanted to do unspeakable things with you, but everything had it’s own time and a right way of happening,

“Yes, Daryl… please gimme more.” You pleaded your voice low just as if you couldn’t breath.

“Shhh… it’s ok, baby. I got ya.” He said slipping his hand inside your panties and now running his fingers on your impossibly wet folds.

He took your lips again on his while his thumb started to caress and make pressure on your clit, making you whimper and moan. He was loving eliciting all those sweet little sounds from you and all the reactions he was causing too. How many times have he daydreamed about having you like this? You were just at his mercy and taking everything he gave you. He slipped one finger inside you and you let out a gasp with the new contact, the wonderful sensation. He moved his finger inside you while his thumb still caressed your bundle of nerves, your walls contracting on his finger.

You broke the kiss, giving him a peck on his lips and descending your lips to his neck and shoulders, while he pumped his finger in and out of you. When you find his spot he groaned, knowing you had found it you sucked it, nibbled it… you wanted him to feel as good as he was making you feel. He added another finger and continued to move, now more slowly as he felt your walls restraining his fingers. “So tight… baby, it must be heaven bein’ inside ya.” You cried out with the addition of another finger, gripping his arms firmly. The tingling sensation escalated so quickly to a new feeling you had never experienced before, a coil building in your lower stomach sending jolts of pleasure to your core making you clench around his fingers. “Oh, Daryl… I… what’s…” You couldn’t make a coherent thought or word come from your lips, you felt like you exploded not being able to control your body that shivered, shaked and clenched around Daryl.

His other arm encircled your body bringing you closer to him while you descended from your high, your face buried on his neck. “Ya did so good for me… Good girl… yes, baby…” he whispered while he caressed your back, his fingers still inside you waiting for you. “Ya good?”

“What was that?” You brought your face from his neck and looked at his face in awe. “I never felt so good.”

“I thought ya weren’t a virgin.” He looked confused, you already dated someone for years, so…?

“I’m not… but sex was just nice? Not like I was exploding and the world was falling apart around me.” You confessed, you never understood what was all the buzz about sex. Well, until now that you experienced it with Daryl, not the whole thing but…

“The son of a bitch never gave ya an orgasm?” He was incredulous, it wasn’t fair that in your whole life you had never experienced it. ‘Oh, so that’s how an orgasm should feel’, you thought. “Unbelievable.”

“C-can you do it again?” You asked shamelessly. You wanted, no, you NEEDED to feel that again.

He took his fingers from your pussy and lifted them to his mouth proving your juices, now he couldn’t help himself but imagine how it would be to have his face buried between your thighs. He hummed in approval licking your juices from his fingers. “Most delicious thin’ I ever tasted”, He kissed you again and now you could taste a bit of yourself from his mouth, and you never imagined how it would turn you on doing so. “Gonna take care of ya, but first let’s take yer shorts off. We don’t wanna do a mess on them.” He said, but by the way things were down there, he imagined it was already messy, well at least it probably wasn’t like your panties.

He helped you taking of your shorts and you sat again on his lap, your hand went to his waistband and you started to fight with his belt when his hands stopped your hands. “No, princess. Not today.” You looked at him confused, like what were you supposed to do if you didn’t take his pants off?

“Why?” You pouted without even noticing. “How are you going to relieve yourself too?”

“We dun have condoms baby.” He didn’t want to risk you getting pregnant, one baby on the way was enough for your group. Did he want desperately to have his cock inside you? Yes, he’d sell his soul for this, but in this world he needed to think with his brain even when he was thinking with his dick. “We’re gonna feel good in another way, ok?”

You just nodded, you trusted him so you knew he was telling the truth. You weren’t a virgin, but right now you felt just like one knowing nothing about sex, when in reality you did know something, you just didn’t know how pleasurable it really could be until some minutes ago.

You kissed him again sucking on his lips, both your hands on his hair, his hands on your back going down till he could feel your butt with no cloth between his hands and you. He grabbed your ass taking a moan from you that moved your hips against him, feeling his crotch on your sensitive and throbbing heat. “That’s it, baby. Move jus’ like that.” He praised you, encouraged you. His hands reluctantly left your butt and went to your back opening your bra, he finished sliding it from your arms.

“This is not fair…” you said while he cupped your breasts as you straddled him. “I’m almost naked and you’re all dressed.”

“Life’s not fair sweet thing…” he kissed your collarbone and soon his mouth was around your left nipple while his other hand played with your other one.

You couldn’t argue with him, in fact you didn’t even want to, you just wanted that he continued doing his thing and sending you to the edge. In few seconds, you were a moaning mess. Now both of you bucking your hips against each other, his lips moving to give the same attention to your other breast. His name escaped from your lips uncountable times while both of you chased your highs, the coil on you lower abdomen building every minute that passed. He already feeling like he’s going to erupt like a volcano on each trust from your hips and every little sound that came from your mouth. One of his hands tangled on your hair and the other travelled between your spine and your thigh. “Come on, baby. Like that… cum with me…” he looked in your eyes and you guided your hand between both of you until you found your clit circling it, pressing it… searching for the same explosion you felt earlier. “D… Daryl…” you whined, your walls clenching around nothing while you continued moving against him squirming from the tsunami of sensations that came from your core and spread throughout your body. Following you Daryl trusted his hips aimlessly on yours while the volcano inside him erupted consuming all of him.

He hugged you, one hand on your nape while the other was on your lower back. Panting and waiting for both of you to come down your highs. You kissed his shoulder before looking in his eyes, your hand caressing his cheek. He observed you, one of your hands still shoved between your legs, he took your pulse taking your hand from your panties and sucked your fingers to clean them from you. “Was it good for you?” You asked now both of your hand on his face, fingers drawing his cheek bones, his nose and his lips.

“More than good.” He hold both your pulses and kissed the inside of them. “What about we clean to sleep, hm?” You nodded at him. He took your shirt from the floor and helped you putting it on. “It’s getting cold, it’s better if ya cover yerself, but bras are prohibited in this tent from now on.” You couldn’t resist but giggle. He laid you down before going to his things and look for something. “Gonna change yer panties, kay? Ya can wear one of ma boxers.” He helped you out of your panties and right after it slided his boxers on you. “Now, I’m gonna change.”

You laid on your side head resting on your arm looking at him admiring the incredible man in front of you. “Am I getting a show?” You asked a naughty smile on your face.

“Nah, better not. Gotta keep some mystery for nex’ time.” He said turning his back to you and taking off his pants.

“Can I look at your cute butt at least?” You asked grinning. He didn’t even answer, just got out of his boxers letting his beautiful round cute ass on display for you, while he put on clean boxers and sweat pants. “Thanks, now I have the image of it to visualize when I’m not with you.”

He wore a shirt and laid with you on his sleeping bag, he hugged you from behind spooning you, his head on your shoulder. You hold his hand intertwining your fingers with his and getting cozy.

“In the end, I didn’t get to ask you anything.” You remembered of your deal for him to tell you something about him if you did good on your training.

“Ya can ask now.” Nuzzling at your neck.

“Why didn’t you want me to take your pants?” In fact you wanted to ask it in another way, but right at that moment you felt a little shy of asking it so bluntly.”It doesn’t count as a question.” You completed fast, before he thought you were throwing away one of your questions.

“I told ya, we dun have condoms. We can’t risk gettin’ ya pregnant.” He should have seen that coming, but well... “In case you dunno pulling out isn’t an effective contraceptive option.”

“I don’t care…” you said clearly not thinking straight he could see.

“Ya’re making no sense woman. Ya’re probably still high from yer orgasm.” He couldn’t help but snort a little at your behavior. “One baby Grimes on the way is enough.”

“Baby Dixon. If it was yours, it wouldn’t be a Grimes.” You said, and he was a little relieved you had your back to him, because he was blushing as hell at thought of impregnating you with a baby Dixon.

“Think it’s better if we sleep. We had a long day.” He tried changing the subject and fighting the urge to break the moment, to push himself away from you. He didn’t want this, but his nature, his inner voices told him to do so, and this time he wouldn’t listen to them.

“I’d carry it proudly, you know?” You said pressing your back against him, trying to be closer, but it was already impossible, since both of you were already too much close in this embrace. You took his hand that was intertwined with yours and took it to your mouth kissing the back of it. “Good night… you still owe me my questions.”

“Night, sweetheart.” He closed his eyes, hiding his face on your neck while both of you drifted to sleep.

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Spitfire; pt. 2

Everyone always thought Daryl was the rough one. DarylxOC

Warnings: it’s TWD so there’s a good bit of traumatizing stuff discussed, wartime atrocities, violence, etc.. And smut buried down at the bottom. Minors DNE

Part 1

“If y’coulda done anythin’, what would it’ve been?”

She shrugged and pulled her knees to her chest, rifle barrel-up between her legs. “I actually don’t know. I’ve sorta fallen into everythin’ I’ve ever done.”

“What’dya mean?” He hunkered down, arms across his chest.

“I can’t remember a single choice I have ever made free n’clear. There’s always been somethin’ forcing’ my hand.” She picked at her cuticles. “My grandfather, my father, my aunt, the US Government.” She sighed heavily. “Life has always been ‘point and shoot’. Someone points me and I shoot.”

He nodded vaguely. “That’s why y’don’t like Shane.”

She snorted. “That’s one of the many reasons I don’t like Shane.” She smiled at him. “He’s also a prick. Thinks he’s bigger than he is, better than he is, smarter than he is.” She elbowed him gently. “What would’ve y’done?”

“Probably been a mechanic.” He shrugged.

“That sounds nice.” She hummed.

He scoffed.

“What?”

“We woulda never met, not for all’a this.” He gestured vaguely.

She hummed. “I don’t know ‘bout that.”

He grunted, hands shredding a leaf idly. “How woulda we met? You with your military career. Me, wandering the backwoods of Georgia with Merle.”

She smiled and leaned to press against his arm. “I was stationed in Savannah and I explored a lot in my free time.” She caught his eyes. “I went hunting a lot. Liked to drive to small towns and spend time in the forest. We coulda run into each other.”

He watched her, quiet in his stillness. “And what would’ya have done if we did?”

She smiled. “Honestly?” He nodded. “Fuck ya if you were down for it.”

He blushed. “No y’wouldn’t ‘ve.”

“Hell yeah, I would’ve. Some hot dude carryin’ a crossbow or a deer you just shot?” She whistled. “I woulda jumped y’bones.”

“Y’don’t gotta lie t’me.” He sucked on his teeth.

She pulled back a bit. “Why would I lie?”

“Com’n.” he shifted, putting some space between them. “You wouldn’t ‘ve been interested in some filthy-ass hick.”

“I am, and often was, before this, a ‘filthy-ass hick’.” She huffed a breathless little chuckle.

He shook his head. “You were a captain in the Army, means y’went to college right?”

She hummed in agreement.

“So you had options.” He kept his voice low, maybe on purpose, she didn’t know, but there was intensity that she wasn’t sure was all for her. “You coulda done anything you wanted.”

“No I couldn’t.” She shook her head. “I went to college because that was part of the deal. They needed the time to expunge my record so they sent me to college. At least that’s what they told me.” She made a vague motion. “I think they just didn’t want to wait.”

“For what?”

“For me to make grade and qualify for Ranger School.” She shrugged. “They wanted to get me in the back way, make a big stink only when I made it. If I didn’t make it, there wouldn’t have been egg on their face. They set up everythin’, choice had nothin’ t’do with it.”

“Y’still don’t get it.” He scoffed. “You woulda took one look at me-“

“Daryl, we ain’t that different.” She nodded and caught his shoulder when he tried to turn away. “We are made of the same stuff. Just different flavors of redneck. So yeah, I’d like t’think that you’da had me at hello. I’d like to think that I’d see you for what you are.”

“And what’s that?” He seemed to soften, shifting back so they were pressed together, shoulder to boot.

“A good man. A kindred spirit.” She settled back against his side as he relaxed. “Besides, I woulda taken one look at you, with your arms, your shoulders, your pretty blue eyes…” She grinned, whistling.

He was looking at her mouth. “And?”

It was okay because she was tracing the line of his bicep down his arm with her eyes.

He leaned in closer. “And?”

Her eyes jumped from his arm to his eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

He nodded and leaned over her. Their eyes remained locked as she reached up to cradle his face. She smiled and bit her lip.

“You gonna kiss me or nah, Spitfire?”

She pressed an almost chaste kiss to his mouth. It didn’t last long enough, so when she pulled away, Daryl chased her lips with his, pressing her back against the tree behind her.

“That all ya’got?”

She threw her head back and laughed, before pressing him back and crawling over him. He grinned and settled his hands on her hips. She laid over him, elbows coming to rest on either side of his head.

She dipped her head down and caught his lips again, groaning into his mouth when he squeezed her hips.

Smiling, she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He lifted a hand and dug his fingers into her hair, loosening her bun and directing her head where he wanted it.

Daryl’s other hand drifted lower and squeezed. She laughed against his mouth and let him guide her hips against his.

His tongue followed hers back into her mouth-

Crack

Daryl sat up in a shot, his hand on her ass keeping her upright.

“Walker?”

He shook his head. “It’s an animal.”

“The deer!”

She turned back to him. He seemed to be withdrawing, some anxiety or another causing him to pull back, so she pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. “Next time.”

He watched her for a brief moment and nodded. “I’ma hold ya t’that.”

Mitzi rested a hand on Daryl’s shoulder and hopped down behind him, eyeing the group standing in the clearing.

She frowned, trying to figure out why they were just standing there, weapons drawn. She saw the walker at the same time Daryl did. “Fuckin’ piece of shit.”

“Sumova Bitch.” Daryl strode into the clearing, red in the face. “That was m’deer!”

She was more hesitant, catching the apprehension in the way the men, one of whom she didn’t know, were looking at Daryl.

“Daryl…”

“Look at it, Mitz.” Daryl kicked at the walker. “All gnawed on by this disease-bearin’, motherless, poxy bastard.”

Dale sighed. “Calm down, son, that isn’t helping.”

Daryl got in his face. “What do you know ‘bout it, Old Man? Why don’t you take that stupid hat and go back to On Golden Pond?”

Mitzi sighed, arms cradling her rifle to her chest. “Leave him be, D. It’s not his fault.”

He backed up, turning back to the deer. “We’ve been tracking this deer for miles... Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison.” Daryl yanked his bolts from the deer and motioned to the large bite mark in the deer’s neck, staring up at her. “You think we can cut around this chewed part right here?”

“I would not risk that.”

Despite her avid dislike for Shane, Mitzi agreed with him, shaking her head at Daryl before focusing back on the new man in the circle.

Daryl straightened and faced the group around them, suddenly quieting, noticing the odd tension in the air. He caught her eyes, arching his eyebrows and motioning to the new person. He waited for her answering shrug, before turning back to the group.

“That’s a damn shame... Well, I got some squirrel, ‘bout a dozen or so. That’ll have t’do.” Daryl gestured with the bolt for Mitzi to walk ahead.

As they walked past the walker, it snarled, mouthing ineffectually in the direction of her ankles.

She stepped back into Daryl with a soft grunt, who maneuvered her out of the way, a bolt piercing the walker’s brain through the eye not a second later.

“Com’n people. What t’hell? Gotta be the brain.” Daryl tugged the bolt free and wiped it on his work pants. He shared an exasperated look with her and pushed her forward, eyes on the group over her head. “Don’t y’all know nothin’?”

They made their way towards camp, Daryl hollering for Merle. The tension from the clearing followed them into camp.

“Daryl, slow up a minute, I need to talk to you.”

She felt Daryl’s hand on her shoulder and turned as he answered, “‘Bout what?”

“‘Bout Merle. There was a… a problem in Atlanta.”

She hooked her hand around Daryl’s arm. “Shit. What happened?”

Daryl sucked in a breath and straightened his arm, catching her hand as it slid down his arm. “He dead?”

Shane shrugged and she had never wanted more dearly to knock his teeth in. She restrained herself, choosing to squeeze Daryl’s hand instead.

“Not sure.”

Daryl shifted forward, directing her slightly behind him. “He either is or he ain’t.”

The new man stepped forward, hands on his hips like he was used to wearing a gun belt. Another cop.

He sucked in a breath. “There is no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it.”

Daryl turned on him, pushing into his space, letting go of her hand. “Who’re you?”

“Rick Grimes.”

Mitzi’s eyebrows shot into her hairline. She found Lori in the crowd and Carl soon after, the kid the sitting image of the man in front of her. The ring Lori had worn on a chain around her neck ever since Mitzi had met her, was suspiciously gone.

Interesting.

Daryl was getting agitated, pacing like a big cat in a cage. Mitzi stepped around him, putting herself in between Daryl and this new cop. She set her hand on his chest and tried to catch his eyes. “Daryl. D!”

“Rick Grimes?” Daryl mocked, as he set his hand on her forearm, trying to gently push past her. “You got something you want to tell me?”

“Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed on a roof hooked into a piece of metal. He’s still there.”

“The fuck you say?” She turned and Daryl took the opportunity to step around her, continuing to pace. “You left him on a roof?”

Shane pointed at her, stalking towards her. “Stay out of this, Donovan.”

“Fuck outta m’face, Walsh.” She stepped around him, shaking his hand off of her arm. “Don’t touch me.”

“Donovan!”

She ignored him and moved closer to Daryl.

“Hold on. Lemme process this.” He swiped at his face with the back of his hand and made a vague motion at his head. “You handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?”

Rick hung his head. “Yeah.”

Daryl threw the brace of squirrels he had been holding and moved to charge at Rick.

Shane charged Daryl, dropping his shoulder and knocking him off his feet.

When Shane had straightened, standing fully, she landed a punch to his jaw that sent him sprawling again.

Someone caught her around the middle, Dale, she thought, as Shane shot her a dirty look and helped Rick disarm Daryl.

She shook free of Dale and approached Rick and Shane, the latter of which had Daryl on the ground in a chokehold.

Rick was preaching about rational conversations just as Mitzi’s small, freckled fist landed on square on Rick’s 5 o’clock shadow. Shane cussed under his breath as she straightened and turned toward him.

“Let him go now.”

Daryl tried to shake free and Shane held him fast. “Or what?”

“I know you think you’re bad, Shane. Been in a couple fist fights, maybe got some training along the way.” She got in Shane’s face, bending at the waist to look him in the eye. “We aren’t on the same level though, Walsh. You let him go now or I demonstrate that for you and the collected constituents of our fine camp.”

Shane growled and released Daryl, who accepted her offered hand and allowed himself to be hauled to his feet.

Shane pushed into her space. “I’m gettin’ sick of your attitude, Donovan.”

“I’m gettin’ sick of the way you treat a man who’s gone outta his way to feed you.” She cast a look around at the camp. “Fuckin’ world is over and you dumb twats want to keep the Sunday morning judgement going. Fuck the lot’a ya.”

She felt Daryl tug at her shirt and allowed herself to be pulled back. She turned to Rick, who let out a hesitant, awkward chuckle before turning back to Daryl.

“Now do you think you can have a rational discussion?”

The question was half-posed to her, posted up in front of Daryl like a bodyguard, arms crossed over her chest.

She sucked on her teeth. “Don’t know why you feel entitled to rational discussion after you chained his brother to a roof.”

“That’s fair. What I did was not on a whim.” Rick looked Daryl in the eye, before meeting her eyes as well. “Your brother does not work and play well with others.”

T-Dog stepped forward. “Not Rick’s fault...I had the key and I dropped it.”

“You couldn’t pick it up?” Daryl growled, voice breaking.

T-Dog shifted nervously. “I dropped it down a drain.”

Daryl paced a couple feet and threw a fist full of dirt at the ground. “If that was supposed to make me feel better, it don’t.”

T-Dog nodded. “Maybe this will: I chained the door to the roof, so the geeks couldn’t get at him.... with a padlock.”

Rick hesitantly, conciliatory, approached. “Gotta count for something.”

Daryl wiped at his face and motioned to the camp. “T’Hell with all y’all! Just tell me where he is, so’s I can go git him.”

“He’ll show you, isn’t that right?” Lori turned away, disdain clear in her body language.

Mitzi whistled. They are definitely married.

Rick nodded, shying away from his wife’s eyes. “I’m going back.”

Shane huffed and shook his head as Rick walked toward his- Lori’s tent.

She looked up and caught Shane’s very angry eyes. He snarled at her, slapping his hat on his thigh. She arched her eyebrow and he flipped her the bird. She laughed.

A couple minutes later, Rick returned in uniform.

“So that’s it then?” Shane rumbled. “You just gonna walk off? T’ hell with everyone else?”

Rick buttoned his shirt, shaking his head. “I’m not saying t’hell with anybody. Not you Shane, Lori least of all.” He walked away, towards the camper.

“Tell her that.” Shane shot back.

Rick turned to face Shane and sighed. “She knows.”

Shane stalked up the small incline after him. “Well look. I don’t, okay, Rick? So could you just- could you throw me a bone here man? Could you just tell me why? Why would you risk your life for a douchebag like Merle Dixon?”

“Hey!” Daryl pointed at Shane with the bolts he was cleaning, before sitting on a milk crate next to her. “Choose your words more carefully.”

Shame dismissed him. “No I did. Douchebag is what I meant.” Shane shot Daryl and Mitzi a dirty look.

Mitzi returned it, drawing a whetstone over her hunting knife. “Remember what I said about the end of my patience, Walsh.”

“Be quiet.” He pointed at her and she pointed right back. Still glaring at her, he turned to Rick. “Merle Dixon.. the guy wouldn’t give you a glass of water if you were dyin’ of thirst.”

“What he would or wouldn’t do, doesn’t interest me.” He leaned into Shane. “I can’t let a man die of thirst- me -thirst and exposure. We left him like an animal caught in a trap. That’s no way for anythin’ to die, let alone a human being.”

Lori spoke up from where she sat near the adjacent fire. “So you and Daryl? That’s your big plan?”

Glenn sighed. “Oh, come on.”

“You know the way, you’ve been there before.” Rick shifted his feet. “In and out, no problem. You said so yourself. It’s not fair if me to ask, I know that. But if feel much better if you came along. I know she would too.”

Mitzi wasn’t so sure about that with the look on Lori’s face.

“That’s just great. Now y’gonna risk three men, huh?”

“Four.” T-Dog drawled.

Daryl scoffed. “My day just gets better and better, don’t it?”

“You see anyone else here stepping up to save your brother’s cracker ass.”

“Why you?”

T-Dog straightened his shoulders. “You wouldn’t even begin to understand. You don’t speak my language.”

“That’s four,” Dale observed.

“I’m goin’.” She stood.

“Now, Donovan…”

“Mind your business, Walsh.” She caught Daryl’s eyes and held them. “I’m goin’.”

“A’ight.” Daryl nodded.

“Ma’am, I don’t know you.” Rick grinned wryly at her. “I know you can handle yourself in a brawl, but this is going to be dangerous. It could get ugl-“

“You ever done an exfil?” She crossed her arms across her chest.

“An exfil?” He frowned and looked over at Shane. “What do you mean an exfil?”

“Exfiltration, otherwise known as an extraction. Infiltrate, eliminate hostiles, remove MVP.” She smiled meanly. “They don’t teach cops that wherever you’re from?”

“Have you done an exfil, Donovan?” Shane’s lip curled. “They teach that in Basic?”

She answered his sarcastic smile with one of her own. “Not Basic, you tool. At Ranger School. Not the coolest name for a Spec Ops school, I’ll grant ya, but it does the trick.”

Glenn parroted, “Spec Ops?”

She nodded. “Special operations, special forces. I’m an Army Ranger. I’ve done literally hundreds of extractions. If Glenn can get me in, I can get us and Merle out. So kindly put your dicks away, boys, I win this pissin’ match.”

“You’re a Ranger?” Shane set his jaw. “Do they even let women in Spec Ops?”

“They let her.” Daryl rasped. “Recruited her special for it an’ everythin’.”

She reached over and squeezed his shoulder.

Rick seemed a little shell-shocked. “Why?”

“I’m going to assume you’re not being an asshole on purpose, Rick-“

“Thank you?”

She barked out a laugh. “The likelihood of you meeting someone who’s a better shot than me was laughable before the end of the world. Now?” She whistled.

It seemed to dawn on Rick at the same time Shane realized just who he had been fucking with this whole time.

Rick set his hand on her shoulder. “You’re a sniper?”

She grinned and confirmed. “I’m a sniper. A damn good one. I hold the current record in the Army for longest kill shot.”

“How far?”

She smiled at T-Dog. “3400 meters. Give or take. The presentation I was coming up to Atlanta for would’ve broken the worldwide record if I had made it- 3700 meters. I’ve been practicing for months.”

Awe lit up Glenn’s face, like a kid at Christmas, and T-Dog suddenly looked hopeful, less resigned to dying.

That is, until Glenn turned to him with a huge smile. “You owe me fifty bucks!”

T-Dog shook his head. “You said ‘special agent’. She’s Spec Ops. That’s different.”

“Closer than you!” Glenn grinned and turned to Mitzi, pointing at T-Dog with his thumb. “He thought you were a taxidermist.”

“A taxidermist?” She tilted her head in confusion. “No one told y’all that I was military?” Both men shook their heads and she cast a look at Shane, who was looking down at his boots. “How interesting.”

T-Dog stepped forward. “Didn’t mean nothing’ by it.”

She waved him off, chuckling. “T, that is the least offensive guess I have heard thus far.”

He nodded, relaxing. “Sorry about Merle.”

She nodded, catching Daryl’s eyes. “Shit happens. Let’s go get him.”

“When we get there, I’ll take point.”

Rick puffed up, preparing to argue. “Mi-“

She shook her head, checking the railroad ahead of them through her scope. “I’ll take point, Daryl will have my shoulder. We have quieter weapons.” She turned back to Rick. “We’ll clear the ground floor, room-by-room until we get to the stairs. On the off-chance we miss one or one comes up behind us, you’ll have our backs. Try to avoid firing that Python, Sheriff. It’s too loud.”

Rick sighed, nodding. “Okay. Then what?”

She turned to Glenn and T-Dog. “If we enter the building where you want us to, is it a straight-shot to the stairs?”

“No.” Glenn shook his head. “No, we have to go through the department store, the stairs are on the other side of the elevator.”

She made a face. “Directly behind?”

“More or less. There’s a small hallway.”

“How many doors?”

“Three, I think.” He looked up, counting in his head. “Yeah, two bathrooms and a utility closet.”

“The doors on the bathrooms, they push open or do they latch shut?” He shrugged and she nodded. “No problem, we ha-“ she paused and lifted her rifle, aiming over T-Dog’s shoulder. Looking down the scope, she whispered, “Stay still, T.”

There was a thud and she turned back to them, lowering her rifle.

T-Dog looked over his shoulder at the walker ten yards away. Shakily, he turned back. “Thanks.”

She ignored the slack-jaw looks. “We have a major blind spot, but that’s okay. We’ll clear the department store and pick a side around the elevators. If the bathroom doors are open or they don’t latch, we’ll deal with it then.”

Daryl nodded. “Not like geeks are all that smart.”

She smiled. “Definitely easier than armed hostiles.” She turned back to Glenn and T-Dog. “What are the stairs like?”

Glenn looked confused and Rick supplied, “concrete?”

She chuckled. “Are they open to the basement?”

“And a sub-basement, too.” T-Dog nodded.

“Okay, then. When we get there, I’m gonna cover the basement. Daryl will lead you up the stairs. We’ll go flight-by-flight. It’ll be slower but we won’t have any surprises.”

Glenn just stared. “I wanna be you when I’m older.”

She grinned and opened the bolt on her rifle. She slid in a couple rounds and cocked the rifle. “A’ight. Let’s go.”

“You’re not doing this alone.” There was a note of authority in Rick’s voice that was already driving her up the wall, but he was right.

Daryl huffed and interjected from somewhere over her head. “Even I think it’s a bad idea and I don’t even like you much.”

Mitzi studied the crude, sharpie drawing. Sucking on her teeth, she shook her head. “I’m still not-”

Glenn cut her off, irritated. “It’s a good plan, okay, if you just hear me out.” He looked up at Rick and sighed, squatting over the drawing. “If we go out there in a group, we’re slow, drawing attention. If I’m alone, I can move fast. Look.” He focused down at the map, setting a binder clip and a balled-up sticky note on one of the ‘streets’. “That’s the tank, five blocks from where we are now. That’s the bag of guns. Here’s the alley I dragged you into when we first met. That’s where me and Daryl will go.”

“Why me?”

Glenn nodded. “Your crossbow is quieter than his gun.” Daryl quieted, nodding, and Glenn moved back over his map, placing a blue post-it flag dispenser in the alleyway. “While Daryl waits here in the alley, I run up the street, grab the bag.”

Rick seemed slightly appeased. “You got us elsewhere?”

“You and T-Dog, right.” Glenn placed a pink rubber eraser in another connecting alley. “You’ll be in this alley here.”

“Two blocks away? Why?”

“I may not be able to come back the same way, walkers may cut me off. If that happens, I won’t go back to Daryl. I’ll go forward instead, all the way around to that alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me. At the same time, Mitzi can pick off walkers that get too close with her rifle.” He placed a paperclip in the same alley as Daryl’s blue post-its “There’s a fire escape up to a small balcony that runs almost all the way around the building next to this one, Mitzi will go there and watch my back. Afterwards we’ll all meet back here.”

“Hey kid.” They all swiveled to look at Daryl. “What did you do before all of this?”

“Delivered pizzas. Why?”

Mitzi hummed and regarded the kid with an assessing eye. “You’dve made a hell of a strategist. Better planned than half the missions I went on.”

Rick smiled. “You recruitin’ right now, Mitzi?”

Mitzi grinned. “Wanted to be like me, kid? I can put ya through the paces, make a soldier outta you.”

Glenn rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Maybe another day.”

“We can still go with my plan.” Mitzi checked the bolt on her rifle and then slid her handgun out to check the clip. “Wait a bit longer and I can just sneak on in-“

Rick shot her a look. “I’m not sending you in alone. Stop.”

She grinned. “I can take Daryl with me?”

“Mitzi, no.”

She made a face and mouthed, “Mitzi, yes.”

Daryl grinned and gripped her knee. “Simmer down.”

Miguel scoffed. “What are you going to be able to do all by yourself, GI Jane?”

She laughed and leaned forward. “You should ask your friend… Jorge, was it? I’m a damn good shot. I didn’t miss. He’s alive because I didn’t want him dead. You should remember that.”

He recoiled.

Thirty seconds later, they assembled in the courtyard.

“That’s the bitch that shot me!”

Mitzi nodded. “I sure the fuck am! I don’t like it when people beat on my friends...”

Jorge snarled, pointing a gun at her. Only to have Guillermo push him back.

Guillermo approached Rick, eyeing the guns then giving Mitzi a quick one-over. “I see my guns, but they’re not all in the bag.”

“That’s because they aren’t yours.” Rick shifted slightly. “I thought I mentioned that.”

Felipe moved closer to Guillermo’s ear. “Let’s just shoot these asshole’s right now, ese. Unload on their asses, ese.”

Jorge took a couple steps forward. “I get the bitch first.”

Daryl leveled his rifle at Jorge as Guillermo waved them off. “I don’t think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation.”

“No. I’m pretty clear.” Rick cut the cord around Miguel’s wrists and pushed him lightly forward. “You have your man. I want mine.”

Guillermo set his jaw and stalked forward. “I’m gonna chop up your boy..feed him to my dogs. Three of the evilest, nastiest man-eating bitches you ever saw. Picked ‘em up from Satan at a yard sale. I told you how it has to be! Are you woefully deaf?”

Mitzi frowned, something itching at her intuition.

Rick settled his rifle against his shoulder. “My hearing’s fine. You said come locked and loaded.” They all followed Rick’s lead, clicking their weapons. “Okay, then we’re here.”

Guillermo backed up, his men raising weapons simultaneously.

Mitzi sucked her teeth. Something was definitely not right.

There was a shuffling from the back of the crowd of Vatos. “Felipe? Felipe?” called a frail, reedy voice as an elderly woman emerged from behind Guillermo.

With his gun still raised, Felipe half-turned to regard the woman. “Abuela, go back with the others - now.”

“Git that old lady out of the line of fire!”

Guillermo turned to regard the woman as well. “Abuela, listen to your m’hijo. This is not the place for you right now.”

She didn’t listen, instead addressing Felipe. “Mr. Gilbert is having trouble breathing. He needs his asthma stuff... Carlito can’t find it. He needs his medicine.”

She stepped forward, nose of her rifle dropping. “Asthma stuff?” She whispered, then louder. “What the fuck is goin’ on?”

Guillermo shot her an anxious look but ignored her. “Felipe, go take care of it, okay? And take your grandmother with you.”

Felipe led the woman away, speaking to her soothingly in Spanish.

Daryl caught her eye. “What?”

She nodded at the vatos. “This is all just ball-bustin’. Half of these idiots can’t even aim at us properly from where they’re standing.”

Rick turned towards her. “What?”

She lowered her gun, keeping her voice low. “This is all bullshit. Intimidation.”

Rick’s jaw worked noiselessly, mind putting pieces together like hers.

“Who are these men?”

Felipe’s grandmother had noticed them, stopping their conversation short.

Rick lowered his weapon and she took a couple steps forward. “Ma’am.”

She caught sight of Rick’s uniform and twisted her hands, distressed. “Don’t you take him! Felipe’s a good boy. He had his trouble, but he pulled himself together. We need him here.”

“Ma’am, I’m not here to arrest your grandson.”

“Then what do you want him for?”

Rick met her eyes and she huffed. “They ain’t gonna kill us. Would’ve already done it. Somethin’ ain’t lining’ up.”

He nodded at her, turned back and stuttered. “He’s... helping us find a missing person... Fella named Glenn?”

“The Asian boy?” She smiled. “He is with Mr. Gilbert...Come. Come, I'll show you.” She began to lead them into the crowd. “He needs his medicine.”

Sensing defeat, Guillermo grit his teeth. “Let them pass.”

Daryl fell into step behind her, Jorge glaring at them as they passed. Daryl glared back, his hand landing lightly on her lower back as he guided her forward.

The woman led them into a nursing home, past a number of individual rooms complete with old people and into a large main room where a small group was watching Felipe administer an inhaler. There in the middle of the group was Glenn, unharmed but anxiously staring at the man.

Rick marched straight up to him. “What is this?”

Glenn looked at him then turned back toward the man in the wheelchair struggling for his next breath. “Asthma attack. Couldn’t catch his breath all of a sudden.”

T-Dog clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “We thought you were being eaten by dogs, man!”

Glenn arched an eyebrow and they all turned towards the corner of the room, where three Chihuahuas sat on a pink and leopard print dog bed.

Mitzi sucked on her teeth. “The fuc’-“ A little, old lady caught her eye and Mitzi winced. “The fricken gall.”

She wiped her face with an old shop rag and hung her head.

“I say we put a pick-ax in his head and the dead girl’s and be done with it.” Daryl stood behind her, his knee pressing against her back as she sat back against him.

She opened her mouth, trying to breath through her mouth and not her nose, the smell of burning rot- human rot -thick in her throat.

Shane shook his head. “Is that what you’d want for you?”

Daryl’s hand landed heavily on her head, as if he was trying to silently check on her. Without hesitation, he answered. “Yeah and I’d thank you while you did it.”

Dale sighed heavily. “I hate to say it, I never thought I would, but maybe Daryl’s right”

Rick stepped forward. “Jim is not a monster, Dale, or some rabid dog...” Dale tried to cut in and Rick spoke over him, “He’s a sick, sick man. If we start down that road, where do we draw the line?”

Daryl squared his shoulders. “Line’s pretty clear: Zero tolerance for walkers or them to be.”

Mitzi shook her head. “We’d have to watch Jim night and day. Whoever watches him would have to be on- no dozing off, no bathroom breaks. There’s no way to quarantine him safely.” She shrugged weakly, head still swimming. “I hate it but, there’s only so many options.”

Rick cut in. “What if we can get him help? I heard that the CDC is working on a cure.”

“‘Working on’ and ‘has’ are two very different realities.” The breeze blew over them and she felt bile in her throat.

Shane shook his head. “I heard that too.. heard a lotta things before the world went to hell.”

“What if the CDC is still up and running?”

“That is a stretch right there.”

She leaned over, her eyes screwed shut, shop rag pressed over her face. She felt Daryl’s hand on the back of her neck.

“Mitzi? You okay?” It was Carol.

She waved her off with her free hand.

Shane sucked his teeth. “You are being uncharacteristically subdued.” He grinned. “Kinda nice.”

She caught Daryl, before he could step forward, hand on his thigh. She breathed deep one more time and dropped the hand holding her shop rag to her face.

“Fuck you, Shane Walsh.”

He laughed. “There she is! Done being dramatic?”

Rick frowned hard at Shane and Lori shoved to her feet. “Shane!”

He made a face, shrugging. “Big, tough Spec Ops sniper? Fuck outta here.”

“You smell this before?”

Everyone turned to Mitzi, who had set the rag down on the cooler next to her thigh and pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes.

Shane shrugged. “No.”

“I have, a couple times, before all’a this.” She looked up. “Last time was a year ago, in this tiny little mountain village in Afghanistan. We had holed in this village a number of times. It was a farming community, vibrant and generous. The people were nice. The kids use’ta bring me little trinkets, cool rocks, wind-polished desert glass.”

She paused and dug her keys out of her pocket, holding up a smooth, green, translucent piece of glass on a keychain. Daryl pressed tighter against her back.

“The last time we were there, insurgents had wiped the place off the map. Piled all the townsfolk in the center of the town; men, women, children… and set their bodies on fire.” She looked up at Shane. “Denying them a proper Muslim burial because they had colluded with the US Army. Because they colluded with me. So yeah, I’m feeling a little subdued, present circumstances considered.”

He shrunk back. Everyone was quiet for a solid five minutes.

Rick placed his hands on his hips and sighed. “If there’s any government left, any structure at all, they’d protect the CDC at all costs, wouldn’t they? I think it’s our best shot. Shelter, protection, rescue...”

Shane huffed in frustration. “Look, Rick, we all want those things. I do too. If they exist, they’re at the army base at Fort Benning.”

Mitzi shook her head. “Fort Benning is not going to prioritize civilian lives. If they are still operational, their mission is reestablishing authority and control. They’ll stick us in a camp, off-base, with limited supplies and security, and we’ll have to trust that they have checked every civilian. That no one is bit.”

“You sure that’s not just because you don’t want to go back to work?”

She sighed, reaching in her pocket for her brass knuckles. She slipped them on and launched at Shane.

Rick and Daryl must have been expecting it, because before she could take a step, Daryl had popped her off the ground, Rick using his upper body and arms to press her back into Daryl.

“Mitzi, breathe.”

“He fuckin’ has it comin’.”

Rick caught her eyes and held them. “Breathe.”

Daryl pressed his face into her neck and whispered. “Com’n, Spitfire. Calm down. We’ll get ‘em another time, right? Breathe, baby.”

She breathed deep.

“M’Fine. Fuckin’ put me down.”

Rick nodded and they directed her back onto her cooler.

She leaned up against the door of the office she would be sleeping in. Catching his hand, she pulled him over, waiting for the others to move past them. “Want to conserve water with me?”

He blushed and knocked his forehead against hers. “Conserve water?”

She nodded. “Jenner said to take it easy on the hot water.”

He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “You’re drunk.”

She shrugged and fisted a hand in his shirt, pulling him into the room behind her. “Tipsy, more like, but if you feel uncomfortable, we don’t have t’do anythin’ but shower.”

He chuckled, closing the door behind him. “Don’t chicken out on me now.” He reached back and pulled his shirt over his head.

Her shirt hit the ground shortly after his and she hooked her finger over his belt buckle, drawing him into the bathroom behind her.

He briefly pressed his face to her very functional bra and teased his teeth over the swell of her breast.

Smiling, she directed his face back to hers and pulled his bottom lip into her mouth, sucking gently. He groaned, reaching down and grabbing at her ass and lifting her onto the sink.

He paused to squeeze one more time before leaning over and turning the hot water on in the shower.

He turned back to her and paused, watching her. She ran her hands down his chest, running her fingers over the old faint scars that littered his torso.

“You’re pretty like this.” He didn’t give her time to respond but leaned over and caught her lips with his, slipping his tongue into her mouth with a gravelly moan.

She returned it, drawing him between her legs, cradling his face between her hands. He pulled away, moving instead to press wet kisses to her neck and shoulders.

She moaned and moved her hand to squeeze and grip at his arms and shoulders.

He stopped, pulling back a bit.

“What's wrong?” She rubbed her hands through his hair and jumped a little when his thumb pressed into her shoulder, just shy of the ball of the joint.

“You got shot.”

She nodded. “Lucky shot, just outside my Kevlar.” She lifted her opposite arm and motioned to her bicep, where another scar marred the yellow rose tattooed there. “Same guy got me there too. Pissed me off. That tattoo was only a month old. Never did get it touched up.”

He pressed his lips to her shoulder and then her bicep, before leaning up to catch her lips again.

She grinned as he pulled away and patted her thigh. “Got one here too and that one almost killed me.”

Chuckling, he reached for her belt and opened it. “Best git these jeans off too.”

She pressed a kiss to his mouth and reached up to open the closure on her bra. He groaned as she shrugged off the garment and pressed their chests together.

Wrapping an arm around her, lips still locked to hers, he supported her and she shimmied down her pants and underwear.

She hummed as he stepped away again and leaned to press a kiss to the round scar in the top of her right thigh, eyes locked on hers.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” she blurted out in a rush, before reaching for his belt and opening his fly.

He grinned and popped her off the sink. “Git in the shower, baby.”

She did, casting a look at him as she stepped under the water.

He stepped free of his pants and underwear and followed her in. He caged her up against the glass, shielding her from the water and wrapping an arm around her.

His free hand found her nipple and worried it between two fingers. She arched hard against her and teased her teeth over the arch of his jaw. Moaning, his hips stuttered against hers before beginning to roll in earnest rhythm.

She slipped her hands around his side and dug her fingers into the muscles of his upper back, pressing flat against him.

She paused when she encountered raised scar tissue. He flinched away and she kissed over his sternum, dropping her hands to the small of his back. “You don't gotta tell me anythin’.”

He caught her eyes and held them, nodding and leaning in to resume the kiss. A breath later, he pulled away. “You still want this?”

She nodded. “Hell yeah.”

He favored her with a small smile and grabbed her hand from his hair. Touching his forehead to hers, he guided her hand down. “Show me what y’ like.”

She moaned and caught his hand in her much smaller one. “Your hands, not mine.”

He kissed her, carding his fingers through the hair he found there. “Why?”

“Bigger.” She moaned into his mouth as he slid his index finger lower, calloused finger tip rubbing lightly over her clit.

Lips still attached to hers, he slid his finger deeper yet, finding what he was looking for and slipping the tip of his finger inside of her.

She moaned again, lips moving against his, sloppy and out of rhythm as he petted at her with barely there touches.

“Stop teasin’.”

He pressed a smile to her lips. “Who’s teasin’?” He sunk two fingers into her in one motion, swallowing her high moan.

They spent the next few minutes locked together, his fingers wringing moans unchecked from her.

She teased her fingers over the head of his cock and dug the fingers of her opposite hand into the meat of his hip. “D, please.”

He grunted and removed his hand from between her thighs, swallowing her protest with his mouth. He hooked his hands around her thighs and lifted her against the cool, wet glass.

He kissed her as he balanced her weight and smoothed his thumb over her clit.

She hissed as he guided his cock into her. He chuckled, mouthing at her jaw. “Make a man feel good, reactin’ like that.”

She laughed, breathy and distracted. “Make a woman feel good with a cock like that.”

He blushed and ground his hips into hers, partially in retribution.

She caught his eyes, pressing her forehead to his. “How you can blush with your dick inside me…”

He shot her as baleful a look as he could in such a circumstance. “You always sayin’ wild shit.”

She dug both hands into his hair and kissed him, full and deep, before pulling away and whispering against his lips. “I like it when you blush.”

He grunted and hooked her legs over his arms. He took advantage of the new position to snap his hips against hers.

She moaned out a shaky, “fuck!”

“Not blushin’ now.”

She smiled and bit her lip. He watched her face as she moaned, smiling against her mouth as the heat and humidity built.

“Touch y’self.”

Her eyes opened, half-lidded and dark and she hummed like she hadn’t heard him.

“Touch yourself. Com’n baby, help me get ya’there.”

He groaned as she sucked her index and middle finger into her mouth and then hissed when he felt them against the base of his cock. She panted, fingers working furtively at her clit.

“Daryl-“

“I know, Spitfire. You’re squeezing’ me. I gotcha.”

He followed her a handful of thrusts later, lips sealed to hers, each swallowing the other’s pleasure.

Part 3

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"Harley?"

My lips are tinglin', is the only thought that floats through my mind, like a lost bobber in the ocean.

"Baby, say somethin'," My Dad tries again a minute later, more of a plea than a demand.

I hug my knees tighter to my chin.

"I'on know what to do," He mutters after the silence stretches on for too long, slouched on the floor in the opposite corner of the room with a sense of defeat. He rests his beaten, sweaty temple against the wall as he stares longingly at me, but it ain't me he's talking to anymore. At least, I'on think it is. He's talking to Glenn on the other side, whose voice I've almost forgotten is attached to a real person.

"Daryl, please," Glenn begs him, "I know it's hard, but you have to tell me what happened in there."

"He—," Dad starts, unable to get the words out right, like they taste of somethin' foul. "He made her—..."

Desperate, he insists, "He made her, what, Daryl?"

He can't say it.

I didn't wanna kiss Philip. Less than I've ever wanted to step on a rusty nail or swallow a raw egg, I did not wanna kiss Philip. Dad knows that. He has to. There was a gun to my head. He saw. If I had kicked him or punched him or cussed him out some more, like any brave person would do, like I was sure I was gonna do, he would'a shot me dead. But instead, now, my lips are tingling.

That's how I know he's still not gone, because his warm, chapped lips are brushing against mine, and our noses are tickling against each other, and his breath is ghosting across my face. I'm in two moments at once, trapped between nothing.

Don't move, Harley. I can still feel the gun trained on my head. Don't move.

"He made her kiss him," He eventually admits, his voice echoing weakly off the concrete walls. "Made her kiss him on the mouth."

There's a painful silence emanating from Glenn's side of the wall for what feels like a long, long time.

"He's a fucking monster," He exclaims quietly after I'd thought he'd say nothing, his chin trembling with anger easy to imagine.

"She won't talk." Dad continues staring at me, like he just can't pull his eyes away. I wish I could shrink into the sharp point between the walls and the floor until I fold in on myself like a little origami creature and disappear forever. Stop lookin' at me, I mentally scold him, sounding a lot more passionate in my head than the empty, heavy feeling I've got in my chest. "Won't let me touch her."

"This is Merle's fault," Glenn tells him matter-of-factly. "As much as it is Philip's. He let this happen."

"No." Dad mumbles, sounding sure. "Ya don't know my brother. He loves Harley more'un anythin'. This weren't him."

"He's a bad person, Daryl."

"You think I'on know that?" He shoots back, pausing for a long moment before adding, "I'd made my peace with him bein' gone."

"Sorry, I just—... I don't know how they're getting away with this."

"It's fine. Sky's blue. Shit stinks." Dad says, wincing as he feels along his jaw, coughing up another bloody molar. "Fuck."

"How bad are you hurt?"

"Got the Chicklets beat outta me," He licks his bloody lips, groaning, "But I ain't dead, yet. You?"

"Not dead," He agrees, but he don't sound too far from it. I try to remember everything Herschel's ever said about sepsis, but my thoughts are dashing around my head like spooked rabbits, disappearing and reappearing into hidden pockets I can't reach.

Maybe if I stare at the floor hard enough — It's grey, concrete, speckled with dirt — it'll all go away.

"Shut up in there!" A guard suddenly shouts from outside, making us both flinch. "No talkin'!"

Don't move, Harley.

"When are you gonna let us outta here?" Dad shouts back angrily. "Ya feel good about yerself, lockin' up a lil' girl?"

"You ain't heard me the first time? Shut up!"

After that, he stops beggin' me to talk to him.

From the porch of our trailer house, I watch as Mandy's small, white car crawls up our driveway.

How did I get here, I ask myself, looking around at all the people gathered in our front yard. The sound of cheering and whistling cuts through the warm air like it's the fourth of July, the smells of sizzling meat drawing my attention to the back of the crowd. There's our shirtless neighbour, Mark, wearing his cheap, black apron — The one that says, King of the Grill — as he flips hotdogs and dances to the radio sitting nearby. There's his skinny sister, Hannah, with her chubby baby sat on her hip, and their nephew, Timmy.

I recognise most of the people here. Neighbours, people from Dad's old job at the mechanic's, friends.

A memory, I realize — It's the day my Dad came back from prison.

"I know that's right," Merle whoops as the car comes to a stop, the engine shutting off. He grabs my hand and Tank follows us down the porch steps, the cheering growing louder by the second. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was at a concert for a rockstar. I'm frightened, excited, angry. I'm about to see my Dad. After four years, he's here. "My brother! Daryl motherfuckin' Dixon!"

I squeeze Merle's hand tighter as my Dad steps outta the passenger seat, closing the door behind him.

"Daddy," I exclaim, my voice lost to the noise, but somehow, he hears me.

"You're so big," Is the first thing he says to me, and he looks proud and sad at the same time, bending down to wrap me in a hug. I make sure he knows how much I missed him by squeezing him so tight I hear him grunt in pain. "I missed you so much, baby."

He weren't here for my birthdays. He weren't here when I got that certificate at school. He weren't here at all. I feel like I don't know him anymore, but at the same time, it's like no time has passed at all. I mean, how much can a Dixon really change?

All of a sudden, there's something fluffy and slobbery forcing its way between us.

"Tank," I complain with a giggle, pulling away.

"Hey, boy," Dad laughs as he pets the big dog. "You miss me, too?"

"Not as much as I did," Merle jokes as Dad stands up and lifts me up to sit on his hip. "Four fuckin' years, huh, buddy?"

"Four years," Dad agrees as they share a hug, before he pulls away to gawk at all the people that showed up for him. "Hey, y'all."

"At least let him put his shit away first, ya vultures," Mandy scoffs. She steps outta the driver's side of the car and spits her bubble-gum onto the ground, sending her boyfriend a sassy look. "I'm sorry to say, Mark, but yer hotdogs ain't that good."

"Love you to, darlin'," The king of the grill laughs.

"Nah, Mandy, it's alright. I'm starvin'," Dad smiles. "The shit they serve in prison ain't even fit fer pigs."

"Get on in here, then, man!" Mark beckons him with a wave of his spatula. "We got plenty to go around!"

The crowd is swallowing us up and congratulations are flying left and right. My Dad is a hero. He's the reason I'm still here. He's the reason everybody else's kids are safe to play outside, without the threat of Ronnie lingering around any longer. He's got double the balls these people could only dream of havin', the brave underdog rising from the ashes, returning home from war. We ain't always the most functional of neighbours and friends, but we get shit done to protect our own in this part of town and we're proud of it.

Soon, I'm sitting on Dad's lap and I'm feeling like a princess, ketchup and mustard smeared all over my face as I chow down on my fat hotdog. I can't stop smiling. There ain't nowhere else I'd rather be than here, even after everythin' that's happened.

My Dad is a hero, and for the first time in my life, it feels like we've won something.

"Long as me and Merle are here," He promises me once everyone's attention is elsewhere, "Ain't nothin' gonna happen to you."

I smile back at him.

I believe him with my whole heart.

"Get up."

I wake to the sound of a guard's gravelly voice.

What? What's going on?

"Get up!"

My Dad cries out in pain.

There's a gun pointed in my direction. No. No, not again.

"Wakey-wakey! Let's go!"

The guard uses his free hand to force Dad to his feet, shoving him toward the door.

"No—" Dad croaks, turning to look at me. "Harley—"

"Let's go!" The guard roars, and suddenly my Dad don't look like much of a hero at all. "Let's fucking go!"

He's taking him away.

He's taking my Dad away.

"Hey!" Glenn shouts, banging against the wall. "Hey, what are you doing to them?!"

"Shut up! Let's move!"

I should get up. I should help Dad. But I can't make myself do it. I'm stuck somewhere inside myself, unable to pull the strings. All I do is cower deeper into myself, hugging my knees so tightly I think I might implode. I can't move. Don't move. The Governor might come back. I don't want him to come back. Terrified, I watch Dad stumble across the room, his pleas desperate, panicked, useless.

Then the door is slamming shut and I'm all alone.

"They's gonna cut his throat open," I frantically whisper to myself. "They's gonna cut his throat open."

Why didn't I move?

"Harley?" Glenn calls out.

"They's gonna cut his throat open."

"Harley?" He tries again, his tone softening. "Harley, listen to me. It-It's alright. I'm— I'm here, okay?"

"No, you ain't!" I shout at the wall. I'm alone. I'm all alone in here. "You ain't here, Glenn!"

"I am," He insists. "It's just an inch or two of concrete, and then I'm right here. Please calm down. It's gonna be okay."

"I want my Dad!"

"Take a deep breath. I'm gonna do it with you, okay? Ready?"

Kicking my feet against the floor, I shriek, "I want my Dad!"

"Harley?"

"I want my Dad!"

"You motherfuckers!" He suddenly turns his attention away from me, shouting out at the guards in pure anger, voice cracking. "This is inhumane! You've got a little girl in here — She can't take this! She can't! Don't you have a conscience?!"

"This is the safest place for her right now," A guard argues back. "You'd do best to shut up."

"The safes—? Are you kidding me? Where the Hell is her family?"

I swear I hear him snicker. "They're kinda busy right now, but you can check back in on 'em later."

"What does that mean?"

"Governor's gonna make 'em fight," He sounds pleased to admit. "Give the people a show. Make an example outta them."

Example? A show?

I don't know what that means. What does that mean? Is giving people a show worse than gettin' yer throat cut? Are they gonna die?

"What?" Glenn exclaims in confusion. "How is he getting away with all of this?"

"You'd be amazed, the shit people get used to when they're promised a home. Every time you think the line's been crossed—..."

"Do they know he kissed a little girl? Do they know that?"

He says nothin'.

"Daryl's daughter," Glenn pleads with him. "Merle's niece. You can't do this to them. You can't do this to her."

"I'm just a guard, buddy."

"Fuc— Come on!" I hear him hit the wall in a burst of outrage. "You know this is wrong. You know it!"

"This is the cost of safety," The guard scolds him. "We got a system here. I'm prepared to uphold it, and if that's wrong, so be it. Y'all ain't the only people in the world with kids and family to protect, alright? Don't act like you're above us. We all sin."

"We don't take children hostage," Glenn retorts hotly. "We don't make people fight like dogs."

Nothin', again.

"Please," He continues, "Just let him take his daughter home. We've all paid the price, okay? You got your hits in. It's over."

We wait a long time for the guard to answer.

"Please. Hello?"

This is it. This guard don't care. He's gonna let us all die in here because a paradise is still paradise if it's paid for in blood.

"Please, just think about this. Please."

It ain't no use.

"Are you ther—?"

BANG!

I flinch.

A gunshot. That was a gunshot. My own squeal of fright is the last thing I hear before my heartbeat takes over my ear drums, and I'm burying my face in between my knees, rocking back and forth, back and forth, huffing and puffing, praying, No. Don't shoot me. I did what you asked. There's shouting and thudding in the corridor outside, as if a violent stampede is tearing through the walls.

I don't know what's going on out there. Is it more angry guards? Is it the Governor? Is it him?

"Harley!" I hear Glenn's voice very faintly, but behind it all, I know it's a guttural scream. "Harley! Are you okay?"

Don't shoot me, I keep thinking, making myself into a hard shell where nothin' can get me. I did what you asked.

"Hey! Hey, what's going on?!"

More thudding. Doors being kicked in. It's the Governor. He's coming. He's gonna kill me. I'll have to explain to him that— Well, I did wanna kiss him, because it meant he wouldn't shoot me, but I ain't meant nothin' by it. I just didn't wanna die.

I swear years go by before the shooting stops, leaving nothin' but a sharp ringin' in its wake.

"Sh— She's in here—"

The door to the room busts open, punctuating the silence with a, THUD.

He's here.

"I did what you asked," I tell him before he can shoot me in the head, I did what you asked, but what I don't realize is that it's not the Governor at all. Glenn spills into the room first. He clutches at his abused thigh as he limps, half hopping, over to my corner of the room before he falls at my side, which is when I notice Rick, Maggie, and Oscar behind him. It's them. They made it, I think, gawking up at their rifles and blood-stained clothes. I want to be relieved, but the Governor could still be near. He's here. "I did what you asked."

"Is she hurt?" Rick asks Glenn, crouching down and reaching out to touch me. "Honey, can you walk—?"

His fingers are claws descending on me, my body shrinking in on itself on instinct. I cry, "Don't!"

"Woah, okay," He placates, flinching away from me. He glances at Glenn for answers, but his expression betrays nothing but a sad wince. Somethin' bad happened down here. To all of us. This is the part of the fairytale where the knights rescue the hostages, except the air smells of gunpowder and my whole body hurts. Looking back at me, Rick soothes, "Okay. Okay. It's okay, Harley."

Glenn's dishevelled, sweaty hair and gaunt cheeks do nothin' but make me wonder just how long we've been down here for. A day? Two? A week? Watery blood dribbles down his bare chest as he pants, tired just from taking a few steps. He looks sick.

"Where's Daryl?" Maggie asks him urgently. Now ain't the time for lickin' wounds. "He's not down here?"

"I did what you asked," I whisper to nobody, maybe Rick, maybe Glenn. "I did what you asked."

"They say where?"

"They took him away," Glenn explains to her as Rick sends me a troubled look.

"I— I don't know."

"Those gunshots weren't silent, people," Oscar anxiously reminds everybody. "We got, like, two minutes tops to jump ship."

"Yeah. We gotta move," Maggie agrees. "Glenn, how bad are ya hurt?"

"I—I can walk," He stammers as she hooks her arm around his waist, holding him up. "I'll be fine."

"And her?"

"I don't think they hurt her," He shakes his head. "But Daryl said she hasn't moved for the last few hours."

"Screw it," Rick says under his breath and swings his rifle onto his back, readying himself. "I'm gonna have to carry her."

There's only half a moment for me to react. I can barely shoot my arms out to swat him away before his hands are under my armpits and I'm being lifted onto his chest, my attacks useless. He looks around at everybody, his eyes lingering on Glenn.

"Alright," He nods, "Let's get outta here."

End Notes.

Our knights in shining armour have arrived! 😌

I was thinking two things while writing this chapter — First, I feel so bad for Harley, Daryl, and Glenn. Sorry, guys. And second? Hooooo, the revenge is gonna be sweet!!

Wasn't sure how to incorporate the flashback considering we're in first person perspective, so I decided to make it a sort of dream sequence, but everything that happened in it was real. Also wanted a break in the monotony of y'know… being locked up and tortured in a basement.

I'm excited to escape Woodbury and move into the next phase of the story. Merle's my next target. I like the action as much as anybody else, but it's the drama I live for!

I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, guys! 😊

@poetoflawed

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spiderlover405 · 1 year ago

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A family with you

Content: Fluff, a little angst

Pairings: rickgrimesxfem!reader

Summary: rick cant help but think about having kids of your own

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Rick comes in exhausted from a long run, just wanting to lay down and sleep. When he hears laughter coming from the kitchen, it surprises him; he expected everyone to be asleep. He walks in to find you laughing with Carl and feeding Judith. He just stared at the beautiful sight of his kids getting along with the woman he loves. He couldn't stop thinking about having a kid with you but never asked because he was afraid of you saying no, so he never did. You looked up to see Rick's blue eyes looking at you.

You smile widely at him and walk over to him with judith in your arms. You greet him with a kiss. "Hey, how was the run?" you say. He sighs. "It was exhausting, but we got some new medical supplies for the infirmary. he says. You smile, and suddenly all of Rick's worries from the day fade away with your warm smile."Are you hungry? I made some spaghetti, and Carl helped me make it," you say, smiling. "carl cooking." He says, smiling, "Yes, I happen to be a great cook, dad." Carl says, smiling, "No, I'm good. I had something to eat on the way back. I need to take a shower. I reek of Walker guts." He says, "Okay, I'll go put the kids to bed." You say, walking back

"Y/N, let me tell you about the comic I'm reading. It's so crazy." Carl says while walking away with you. A couple minutes later, I came into the room to see a freshly showered Rick lying down on their shared bed. "Hey handsome," I said, laying down to meet those ocean blue eyes I always seem to get lost in. "Can I ask you something?" he said, almost coming out as a whisper, "anything." I said, "Did you ever want kids with your husband?" he asks. This threw you off a bit because Rick knew about your abusive relationship. "No, I didn't; the thought never came to mind. Why?" I say

this broke Rick's heart to hear you didn't want kids "just wondering." He says, "Mmm, well, let's get some sleep, yeah?" I say, "Yeah," he whispers, and I move to cuddle up to him, but I can tell something's off. I blame the stress from his long day and fall asleep. Rick wakes up to an empty bed. He gets up and hears giggles in the bathroom. He goes to see that you're giving Judith a bath and making her bubbles while Judy giggles and pops them. "Hey, I made some eggs if you're hungry," I say, smiling.

"Yeah, I'll get some in a bit. I'm just going to get ready." He says, walking away. You knew something was bothering him, so you decided to get Judy out and change her. As you walk into the kitchen, you see Rick eating while Carl tells him all about the comics he's been reading. "Hey Carl, are you ready to go to Carols today?" I say, "Yeah, let me just get Judith's bag." He says, "What are they going to Carol's for?" Rick says, "I have to go on a run with Daryl, remember?" I say, "Oh," he says, "Cmon, Judy, let's go." Carl says, "Bye, be safe." I say to them as soon as they leave, I turn to Rick. "Are you okay?" I say, concerned, "I'm fine." He says, "What's wrong?" I say he sighs, "Nothing's wrong." He says, looking up to you,

"Are you sure?" I say, "Why don't you want a kid?" He asks, and that's when it hit me the question from yesterday, and i felt guilty. "Oh my love, of course I want to have kids. I always have. It's just that you asked me if I wanted kids with him, so I said no, but I want to have a kid with you. I want a family with you." I say hugging him, and he buried his head in my shoulder. "I'm sorry, I should have worded it differently." He says. I laugh. "Yeah, you should've." I say smiling, and i look into his eyes, and then I see his eyes go from nice to sinful. "We should start making a kid." He says. I laugh. "I've got a couple minutes." I say smiling.

#rick grimes x reader #rick grimesx you #rick grimes fluff #twd rick #rick grimes #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x oc #the walking dead

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walker-bait-1973 · 1 year ago

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Two and a Half Months

Daryl x Y/N

Warnings: None, just Fluffy Bunny Stuff :)

Author's Notes: Daryl and Y/N live on their own in the woods, making their own life together. Hilltop & Alexandria are thriving.

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Daryl had left for a big hunting trip two months ago with some close friends Rick, Glenn, Abraham, and Carl. Hey and Y/N were getting low on meat, as was Alexandria. The walled community had recently acquired more residents. Plus children were being born all the time. Their production wasn’t keeping up, so they needed to supplement with trips like these. Daryl was always willing to pitch in and help.

Y/N stayed at the cabin as there was a lot of harvesting that needed to be done in their garden. Upon one of their salvages, they’d found an old country store with a few boxes of canning jars and lids. Y/N quickly nabbed them knowing that one day they’d be planting. She and Daryl were resourceful people, but they’d also become more and more self-sufficient over the past several years.

Y/N started to collect the precious vegetables from the garden that they’d so meticulously planned. Cucumbers and tomatoes were the first she’d taken. Today she was canning some tomatoes, squishing some down for the juice to make the sauce, and canning the cukes into pickles.

Dog followed her everywhere, becoming extremely protective of her lately. She petted his head and tossed him a tomato. Dog preferred meat but would eat veggies if Y/N offered them.

“Maybe Daddy will be home today,” she told him, looking at the x’s on the scrap of cardboard on the wall. There were so many. That’s how they kept track of days.

She decided it was a good time to pickle eggs too. Daryl loved them. As she was out by the chicken coop, she heard someone call out to her. It was Carol.

“Hey, you!” She waved from the path that only a few close-knit friends knew of leading to the cabin that hid nestled deep in the woods.

“Hi! What news do you bring from Hilltop?” Y/N asked opening the gate for her. Carol swept in with a flourish and hugged the young woman tightly.

“Well, we have seven new calves. That makes two dozen cows now. We’ve twelve chicken coops. Someone found a peacock running around and brought the bloody thing to the community.”

“Peacocks are beautiful,” Y/N laughed.

Carol shook her head, “the children chase it relentlessly.”

“Just be thankful you have only one. If you had the opposite sex you’d hear their mating calls all the time. They sound horrible.”

Carol laughed, petting Dog.

“Oh, before I forget,” she pulled a large bag out of her pack and handed it to Y/N, “Fresh tobacco for Daryl’s cigs.”

“Thank you, he took the last of it with him on this trip. He’ll be very happy to have more,” Y/N shook her head, “come on in for some tea.”

She offered Carol some freshly cut vegetables. She snacked on them as the tea kettle boiled.

“Y/N, don’t you get lonely out here when he’s gone?”

“Are you crazy? I have too much to do to get lonely. Besides, I have Dog.”

“You’re becoming more like him every time I see you.” She thought of how good Daryl was being on his own.

“Well, I chose to be with him, I knew what I was getting myself into. Besides, if I got too lonely, I’d come to see you.”

“My door is always open.”

“I know and I’m grateful for that.”

The women talked throughout the morning and once the sun reached noon, Carol was on her way, taking some canned goods with her.

Y/N was deep asleep when Daryl finally arrived late in the night two weeks later. He quietly put things away, hanging the meat in the smokehouse. He stripped off his clothes and took a quick bath, knowing that Y/N would want him somewhat cleaner once he hit the bed sheets.

Dog, who’d met him at the door, was now laying on the rug next to the tub. He’d obviously missed Daryl.

Daryl couldn’t wait to see his girl again. He’d missed her. He crawled into bed and spooned her from behind. His hands dove under the blankets to rub her body slowly while he nuzzled her neck. She smelled of wildflowers and honey soap.

“Y/N…” he whispered huskily. She stirred, rolling over in the dark.

“You’re home!”

“Mhm…”

“Please tell me you got a lot of meat.”

“I got lots a meat, don’t you worry none.”

They kissed passionately, mouths hooked together. He captured her in his arms and led her to straddle his hips. She took him in and made love with him until both were exhausted and wrapped together to catch some sleep.

In the morning, Daryl was still snoozing heavily when Y/N awoke. She decided to let him sleep and quietly went down the stairs from the loft. She started the coffee on the stove and began to prepare a hearty breakfast for her returned love.

Before long, Daryl came down, sliding a shirt over his head as he did so.

“Mornin’.” He greeted her with a smile and kissed her quickly.

“Morning, Daryl.”

“Gonna take Dog out for his mornin’ piss.”

She nodded, “I went out to the smokehouse. You really filled it up. Thank you.”

He nodded, shot her a boyish grin, and headed outside with Dog. While Dog was wandering around outside the fence Daryl noticed some wild mushrooms. He gathered them into a simplified pouch he made with the bottom of his t-shirt. Y/N loved mushrooms. And tonight they’d feast on some delicious bear meat with sauteed mushrooms.

When he got back to the house he dumped them into the sink.

“Mushrooms?” She asked excitedly.

He nodded, “were a lot more, but it’s enough.”

“Thank you!” she kissed his cheek happily.

As they sat at their large wooden table Daryl dug in with enthusiasm, scarfing down the eggs, potatoes, and bacon. He drank two cups of coffee and when he realized that Y/N was only staring at him, her plate still full he asked, “y’all gonna eat?”

“I thought I was going to, but I don’t feel very good this morning.”

He frowned, “what’s wrong?”

She cleared her throat and walked around to sit on the bench next to him, “Daryl… I’m about two and a half months late.”

Clueless he asked, “late for what?”

She licked her lips, “my monthly.”

They’d fit a lot of loving in the night before he’d left for the trip. Passion was high, and both savored each breath, thrust, and kiss.

Y/N took his fork from his grip and drew his hand down to rest on her belly. He realized what she was hinting at, and his deep-set eyes widened.

“Y’all mean…”

She nodded, a huge smile on her face. Daryl turned to her and hugged her tight, rubbing her back slowly as he kissed her mouth.

“A baby jellybean,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers, “can’t believe it Y/N.”

She laughed as he rubbed her tummy slowly.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be happy. We’ve never talked about this before.”

The truth was they’d never been careful, and nothing ever came of it. She was right on time every month. Daryl secretly thought that maybe he was infertile, but it didn’t come up, so he kept quiet about it. They’d both been happy with how their lives were together without children. He’d think about it from time to time figuring it was probably a blessing because he wasn’t sure if he’d be a good father or not considering his past.

“Naw, we didn’t,” he said, “but it’s a good thing.” He smoothed her hair back, “it’s a real good thing.”

She nodded in agreement, “a really, really good thing,” she giggled. He smirked and hugged her again.

“We’re gonna have to take ya to see Siddiq. Maybe they got them vitamins Maggie took.”

“Maybe.”

“We should head out right now.”

She laughed, “Daryl, I’ve waited this long, a few more days won’t hurt. I want to spend some time with you first.”

“Are ya sure?”

She nodded, “I know we lived so long in the fear of dead ones, but we’ve had the vaccine, so the baby is safe too from… anything like that happening.”

Daryl recalled Lori and how she got scared when the baby wasn’t moving for several days. If that baby had died and turned… Lori was as good as dead. It was sad that they ended up losing her in childbirth. Now some of the communities had ultrasound machines and better meds from herbalists. Siddiq and Denise and several other doctors learned how to properly use forceps if needed and do cesarean sections with high success rates. He couldn’t have been more relieved that the vaccine worked and that they’d both been able to get it. If anything, this was the safest time for Y/N to be pregnant.

Y/N knew Daryl was mulling everything over. She got up and started clearing off the dishes, scraping scraps into Dog’s bowl. Daryl watched her for a while, just blown away by how amazing this woman was. She was strong, independent, and a hard worker with the same goals as him. And she was his comfort zone, his go-to place of love, support, and solace. Now they’d be adding another life to their home.

He approached her from behind, snuggling up to her as she washed dishes, reaching around her hips to rub her tummy. He kissed the back of her head before kissing her shoulder.

She smiled to herself and said, “it’s something, isn’t it? We built this house, made a home, and now we’ve created a new life.”

“Hope I can be a good Dad…”

“I know you will be. You’re not your father. You are a loving, nurturing, kind man. And you will be the best Dad ever.”

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon

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lucy4242564 · 2 months ago

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.cowboy like me.

Chapter 14

May these memories break our fall

~Long live the walls we crashed through, I had the time of my life, with you~

At the count of three the two of them plunged into the cold water below.

It was fun.

Lilah felt free.

It was her last good memory there, she just didn’t know it yet.

Is some of this HOLY cringe? yes. But there’s nothing but angst after this chapter and I needed to give the happy couple one last fling… cause Lilah kind of becomes a villain 🫣

“I mean, there’s no point in me dropping out this late in the game.” Lilah explained. “I already have my bachelor’s in Criminal Justice and I can just start an internship somewhere this summer.”

“So you’d be staying in Atlanta for a while then.” Daryl commented.

Lilah was taking the leap and pursuing a career in crime scene investigation. After her incident a year ago, she wanted to become more involved with helping track down criminals, she wanted to feel like she could make a difference. Her biggest obstacle would be her boyfriend though. Daryl had no interest in moving to Atlanta. The city was not for him and he loved his quiet life in the mountains.

Of course he supported her passion. He just hated how far away she was.

“Would it be so bad to move?”

“Hell yeah.”

Why did he have to be so stubborn?

Lilah cared so much for the man in front of her, but sometimes she wished she met him after college. When things were secure and she didn’t have to worry about bouncing back and forth places.

Lilah tossed her head back while a shot of whiskey rolled down her throat. It was her 24th birthday and she was celebrating the best way she knew how. In a semi-full bar with mostly people she didn’t know until three years ago. Her family flew down and her brother wanted the experience of a ‘southern club’. Naturally she had no clue. Paul on the other hand.

“How many shots was that?” Her boyfriends voice asked as his chin rested on her shoulder.

“Don’t matter, Barbie’s celebratin’” Merle responded for her.

She’d definitely had more than enough to drink, but it had technically only been her second shot of the night. Lilah was feeling great.

“Exactly! I’m celebrating! ” Her words slurred as they came out. She could hear Merle’s distinctive laugh, which made her laugh.

“Y’needa drink some water.”

“You need to get me some then.” She hated how much she loved the feeling of being drunk. It only made it worse with the older Dixon there to egg her on.

“Tell’im blondie.”

“Shut up bro!” Daryl yelled, which earned him a pout from his girlfriend.

“Be nice! At least he’s having fun with me!”

“Somebody’s gotta drive yer drunk ass home.”

“My daddy’s here!” It was technically true. He was just also drinking.

Lilah was very proud of herself, because with her brother’s help, they’d convinced both their parents to come out for a little while that night. Truthfully, she wasn’t expecting them to drink at all, but her dad had definitely thrown back a shot or two.

“Don’t care, yer comin’ home with me.”

“Then get me some water.” When he disappeared to the bar, Lilah winked at Merle and bolted off to a different area.

“Lyle!” Paul came up with a shit eating grin on his face. “How drunk are you?”

“Why? Who sent you?”

He tilted his head, “No one? I just wanna know if ya gone enough for me to play a song without’cha gettin’ all embarrassed.”

A stupid laugh left her mouth. “Daryl’s trying to make me drink water because he thinks I’m too drunk.” She explained. “He’s not wrong, I’m very drunk. Which is why I’m avoiding him.”

“Bet.” Was all he said before running off towards the band.

This might have been one of the best nights of her life. At least in recent memory.

Her dad was playing pool downstairs with some guy Lilah didn’t know, Landon wandered around with his new camera capturing so many things she knew she wouldn’t want to be reminded of, Brittany was in a corner talking to her mom about something, Merle sat at the bar, and Daryl was… somewhere.

Probably scanning the room for her.

“Lilah, your friend Paul said happy birthday and he’s thought of you since this song came out.”

A voice from the stage called out causing her face to go bright red. She may have been drunk enough to not get embarrassed by a song, but that didn’t mean she wanted her name announced throughout the bar.

Before she could run away, Paul came and grabbed her hand to pull her closer to the stage.

Despite missing the first few lines, she wanted to hide her face when her ears absorbed the song.

“Sent her down south for some higher education  Put her on the fast track, to a law degree. Now she's comin' home to visit  Holdin' the hand Of a wild-eyed boy With a farmer's tan”

Lilah shoved him playfully and began walking from the middle of the room. She knew if she was trying to hide her face away while she was drunk, a sober Daryl definitely was.

She made eye contact with Brittany and mouthed his name, wondering if she’d seen him. With a stupid grin she pointed towards the exit.

Checks out.

As she left the bar, she drunkenly danced over to his truck, assuming that’s where he was. “Thought you were going to get me some water.” Lilah teased as she walked up to the rolled down window.

Letting out a puff of smoke he raised a water bottle from beside him and held it out. “I saw ya run off after I left. Then that song came on and figured you’d walk out.”

She stuck her tongue out, “Well don’t you just know me so well.”

“Paul’s been playin’ that album since it came out. Surprised he ain’t forced ya to listen to it already with how much yer over there helpin’ out.”

Lilah walked over to the passenger side, opening it, then sliding in beside her lover. “I mean,” she began in a teasing tone. “I do love a southern boy drawl.”

“Shudup.”

“Do you want kids one day?” Lilah asked from the passenger seat of Daryl’s truck.

They were on their way to go fishing that evening and the air had been silent the entire ride thus far.

The question made Daryl look away from the road temporarily to see what emotion her face was portraying. It was unreadable though, he hadn’t had enough time to really study it. He swallowed before answering, “As long as you do.” A soft, breathy laugh left her chest. “Do you?” He pondered.

She did respond right away, instead Lilah studied the sun setting in the distance. Ever since Cam had been born, the more often she thought of kids. She probably thought more about children then getting married.

Lilah always wanted children. She loved kids, so much. In her heart she felt like she was meant to be a mother.

When she went to get her birth control replaced the month prior, she had considered talking to Daryl about the topic then to determine whether or not she actually wanted to get back on it. The logical part of her brain knew a kid would be a lot right now though. It didn’t stop her from thinking about how perfect a little mixture of them would be.

“More than I want a lot of things.” She admitted.

The answer shocked Daryl.

He knew a lot of women wanted children eventually. Lilah was just so independent and determined for a career, he didn’t really consider children to be something she wanted a lot. Maybe eventually, but nothing she would be looking forward to.

“How many?” Was all he could think to ask.

“As many as you’ll give me.” Lilah gave Daryl a flirtatious side-eye then scooted to the middle of the seat.

Daryl’s face flushed. Never in his life did he think he’d look forward to having a kid, much less multiple. With those eyes though, he’d give her whatever she wanted.

Daryl was dragging Lilah along to some hunting raffle event. He was only doing it to use her for more entries so he’d have a better chance at winning.

Her only condition, which wasn’t really a condition since they both benefited from it, was stopping to get coffee. Recently she’d unintentionally become reliant on an excessive amount of caffeine. It was way more of a need than a want at that point.

“Ain’t gettin’ none’a that girly crap. Don’t drink it.”

“Daryl, I know what you drink.” She held out her hand for his card to be placed in it.

The weird status quo about Starbucks and their drinks being perceived as girly irritated her. They were just hand crafted beverages. If you want a plain, boring, coffee that’s whatever, but personalizing a drink shouldn’t have been considered girly.

Which is exactly why he was getting a personalized ‘girly’ drink.

When she handed him the iced coffee, he gave it a weird look. “Why’s it cold?”

“It’s just a plain coffee with cream but iced. It enhances the flavor.” She lied.

He hummed before taking a sip, not saying another word. Once he was a quarter way done with no complaints she smirked in his direction while getting out the truck. “How’s your upside down iced caramel macchiato?” She asked as they began walking to the entrance.

“My what?”

“Your upside down iced caramel macchiato? Your drink?”

“Thought’chu said it was just a coffee.”

“Thought’chu said you didn’t drink that girly crap.”

“C’mon, you’ll be aight!” Daryl yelled from the river below.

“Give me a minute!” Lilah hollered down at him.

She’d watched a lot of the friend group jump from the bridge and into the water effortlessly in the past. Lilah just never had the guts to do it.

This time was different though. Daryl dared her to do it and she couldn’t back out now.

“What are you doing?” She asked Brittany as she crossed over the side to hang off with her.

“You jump, I jump remember?”

Lilah couldn’t help but laugh at the call back to seeing ‘Titanic’ in theaters together. They used to reference it all the time, but she never thought they’d ever actually be jumping anywhere.

At the count of three the two of them plunged into the cold water below.

It was fun.

Lilah felt free.

It was her last good memory there, she just didn’t know it yet.

Chapter 15.

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ravenrose18 · 7 months ago

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Crossbow Love

Chapter 7- The Run

When Daryl wakes in the morning, his body is pressed against her back, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and stiffening. He doesn't recall falling asleep this way. Raven slept still unmoving and had no nightmares, not bothered by him holding her close. Daryl moves away from her gently so as not to wake her. He grabs his shirt off the rack and his pants and heads to the bathroom to deal with the morning drags off herself and takes a shower. Raven slowly wakes up stretches and feels that the bed is empty. She sits up and looks around for Daryl. She gets out of bed and goes upstairs to hear the shower. Daryl has rested his hand on the tiles in the shower, his hand working on himself, aiming to release it. Raven starts making breakfast and makes eggs and some bacon. She wants to make sure they eat and have energy for the run today.

Daryl comes in with a groan, leans his head against the tiles, and stares at the tub for a moment. When he goes in there, he always feels like trash, always ashamed of what he did. After getting out of the water, he wipes himself dry and gets dressed. Raven continued to cook the food once the food was made, she made herself a plate and him a plate. She realizes she left her flannel downstairs but she might as well show her skin and not hide anymore. Daryl walks downstairs and into the kitchen, his hair still damp. Raven looks at him and smiles at how handsome he is, placing his plate on the counter. "Well, good morning Daryl. How did you sleep?" She asks, staring at him, stands at the counter, and starts eating. "Surprisingly well, I haven't slept like this in a long time, how about you?" He asks, smiling slightly, and gets down to his breakfast. Raven smiles and nods. "I slept well, no nightmares, just a restful sleep. We'll have to share a room if we both need a good night's sleep." She says giggling and eating more. She looks outside as the light of the rising sun illuminates her face. "You're already pushing yourself into my bed, huh?" He snaps out laughing under his breath.

Raven blushes and hides her face "Or you could have nightmares and not sleep well. And yes, I know you cuddled with me, Dixon." She says smiling at him "I'm not the cuddling type," He snorts under his breath and finishes his breakfast, "I don't know what you're talking about," He says as the corner of his mouth twists into a smirk, Raven smiles and finishes her food as well and walks over to him and runs her hand over his shoulders as she walks by going upstairs to change. Daryl shakes his head and cleans up after breakfast and then gets ready to run. He takes his backpack, crossbow, and knives behind him. He slips his winged vest over his shoulders. "I'm going outside," He shouts through the house on his way out. Raven smiles and shakes his head. "Alright, I'll be there in a minute." She says

Daryl brings his motorcycle out of the garages, strapping his crossbow and arrows to it. He gets it ready to ride, the people in Alexandria wake up, and he is approached by Denise who smiles wryly. Raven goes downstairs, grabs his knives and crossbow, and leaves the house walking towards Daryl. She feels as she walks in slow motion, walking towards him feeling happy and confident. Daryl looks at you and smiles slightly watching you from behind his hair and barely registering what Denise is saying to him. Raven smiles and blushes and is not about to hide her scars anymore. She walks over to Daryl and smiles. "Are you ready to go?" She asks him. "Yeah," He mutters, "But Denise wants to come with us." He says looking meaningfully at Raven, almost begging her not to. Raven looks at her, then back at him. "It's up to you, Daryl, but we both know we need to watch out for her and each other," She says. "Denise, you know very well that is not wise, you have never been outside the walls of Alexandria" Daryl frowns at her.

Raven looks at her. "And you are our only doctor, if anything happens to you we will be very sorry," She says "We will bring you everything on your list, but we are going alone. Maybe next time." Daryl gets on his motorcycle. "You're riding yours?" He looks at Raven. Raven smiles softly and walks over to his motorcycle with Daryl and smiles at him as she gets on his bike behind him. "Might as well ride with you." She says smiling, having her hands on his shoulder. "You are pushing your way into my bed" He moves his eyebrows significantly and smiles.

. Raven pokes him, laughing, and rolls his eyes, she embraces him round the waist, looks around, and smiles, laying her head on his back. The gate is opened by a man and he lets them out, Daryl turns on his motorcycle and kicks forward. He feels the wind in his hair and smiles under his breath as he feels her arms around his waist. Raven smiles, looking up, and holds her arms around him, but tilts her head back, feeling the wind in her hair and on her face. Daryl dodges dead on, not bothering to reduce his speed. Raven smiles and laughs, leaning back completely, keeping her balance, and raising her arms to the sky. Daryl looks over his shoulder at her and smiles, shaking his head. Raven smiles and sits back and kisses his cheek and blushes and giggles laying her head back on his back and wrapping her arms tightly around him. Daryl pats her hand, and an hour later he stops the motorcycle on the outskirts of town. He puts his feet firmly on the ground and turns off the engine.

"We'll continue on foot, we can't risk the noise. Raven smiles and gets off with him, nodding. "Good idea." She says, wondering if his group how they handled other groups. Daryl pushes the motorcycle between the trees and covers it with branches, then picks up his crossbow, arrows, and backpack. "We have a specific list of what we need to find." Raven nods, having her crossbow on her back and knives at her belt. They head into town to find medicine and other items on the list, as well as whatever they find useful and fitting for the motorcycle.

Raven looks at him and sighs "Daryl I was wondering has your group come across other groups?" She asks. "Alexandria works or at least tries to work with the Kingdom and the Hilltop" He marches ahead looking around "But there are also people to fear and stay away from." Raven nods and stays close, looking around as they go. "Have you dealt with violent groups before?" She asks Daryl tenses at her question. "With organized groups no, but with a few people who decided to have fun at my expense yes." Raven stops noticing his behavior and crinkles his brow. "Daryl please tell me what happened to you and your group before Alexandria?" She asks. "Before Alexandria, many bad things happened to my group" He continues walking ahead "Fucking Terminus, fucking crusaders," He says.

Raven nods walking with him listening. "I want to make sure what happened, it seems like everything was bad before." She says "It was very bad in the beginning Raven, we lost a lot of people, we were fighting for our lives. More than once we were separated, but we always found each other somehow. We always came back together in one number or another, but always." He says.

Raven nods grabs his hand and holds it "I'm sorry you have been through a lot and lost people along the way. But I'm glad you and your group stuck together." She says "I did everything I could to make them stick, to find them, and to avenge them." He says. Raven holds his hand tightly and puts her arm around his shoulder "I know, Daryl. But what you can do now is stay strong and keep fighting." She says.

Daryl stops, turns to face her, and just hugs her. Thoughts of dead people run through his head. "I'm holding you to your word." He whispers into her hair, pressing his face against it. He misses Beth, her joyful laughter. Raven smiles softly and giggles. "As long as I have you there to protect me, there's no way I'm leaving you." She says blushing as she hears his heartbeat. "Thanks, Raven." He says kissing her lightly in the hair. "Let's go get what we're looking for," He says.

Raven smiles and blushes as she moves away from him and starts walking toward the nearest building. "Raven you can't go into the same rage as when you killed in front of Alexandria, you can't be threatening. Do you understand? " He asks, grabbing her hand. Raven looks down at our hands and smiles, looking back up at him: "Yes, I understand, don't worry Daryl, I'm sneaky and calm when I go on runs." She says. He raises his eyebrows high and tilts his head slightly as if not quite believing her. He intertwined his hand with hers. "I want to keep an eye on you at all times, so don't leave unless I tell you to run." He says.

Raven smiles and nods. "I know Daryl. You will see and believe that I am calm and sneaky during this run. I'm fast too. I'm in and out of every store. But I know it is different because I'm in a group and not alone. But Daryl I can handle myself if I get in trouble I will yell for you." She says smiling at him, she kisses his cheek and walks to the entrance, she holds her crossbow and knocks loudly on the door, waiting for any sign of walkers inside.

Daryl watches her from the sidelines and lets her prove herself, he wants to give her a chance to reveal her skills. He leans against the glass and crosses his arms over his chest. Raven doesn't hear any walkers at first, when she opens the door she hears a few and slowly walks in with her crossbow at the ready. When one of the walkers is in her line of sight, she shoots it in the head and quickly pulls out her knife to kill the next one. With the heel of her boot, she stomps on the walker crawling towards her. She looks at Daryl and smiles. Daryl smiles slightly and nods approvingly. He walks inside, looks around, and notices a pharmacy at the end. "I'll go get the drugs, and you find the rest." He says tearing the list in half and handing it to her.

Raven grabs the list starts looking for the things on it, and puts what she finds into her backpack. While doing so she is careful not to run into walkers. Daryl opens the security gate of the pharmacy and goes inside. He throws everything on the list into his backpack and anything else he finds that might be useful to him. Raven walks up to the counter looks around some more sees a bracelet and smiles thinking of Daryl so she grabs the bracelet to give him later when they are safe. She grabs more things that might be useful and puts them in her bag. "I have everything. Do you?" Daryl asks looking through the shelves. Raven smiles and looks at him: "Yes, I have." She says while she finds him in her back pocket.

Daryl throws some flannels in his backpack for the very end and leaves the store. The town looks unusually quiet and peaceful. Raven exits the store and puts her crossbow on her back, keeping her knife out for safety. "Let's go back, I don't like it here," He says. Raven looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. "I need more clothes that are more my style, I don't like the bright, colorful, flowery clothes we have at home." She says Daryl looks at her. "I hadn't noticed that you don't like flowers." He laughs.

Raven smiles and giggles: "I like flowers, but not on clothes. I love roses though they are my favorite flower." She says starts walking to another store. "Well, move along, Rose, I don't have all day." He says heading to the store across the street. Raven looks at him sharply and shakes her head. She sees a store with dark clothing and leather. She enters the store carefree, her crossbow in her hands. Daryl crinkles his eyebrows, comes up behind her, and grabs her arm. "What is this?" He asks

Raven looks at him shakes off his arm walks over to them just like Daryl and gets the biggest smile. Daryl rolls his eyes and takes the opportunity to look around the store since he's already here anyway. Maybe he can find some clothes for Judith. Raven grabs a leather vest and grabs some dark flannels and some skinny jeans. "Don't judge me on what clothes I like, plus I either get my vest or steal yours," She says with a giggle. "It's my brother's vest." He growls under his breath and walks off into the depths of the store. Raven looks over, wrinkles his brow, and looks down. "Sorry." She says as she finishes grabbing the clothes and putting them in her backpack.

She walked outside alone and went to another store. Daryl took a deep breath and stared at the sweatshirt he held in his hand. It doesn't take much to quickly bring out extreme emotions in him, from happiness and joy to uncontrollable anger. Raven went into another store to give Daryl space, she didn't want to disturb him or upset him more. She walks into the store and starts looking for more supplies. Daryl takes notice of the voices coming from the street, wrinkles his eyebrows, and walks to the door leaning his head out. Raven hears the voices and quickly hides so as not to be conspicuous, but to where she can see the entrance from. Daryl is kneeling by the window and looks out through it, a blond man is standing in the middle of the road facing Daryl's building. "," He growls to himself. Three others are standing next to him, he knows two of them won't make it.

Raven sees a man with a half-burned face and he is holding a knife in his hand, she might be able to get at least the other men, but she is not sure about the man with the burned face. "I'm telling you I saw him here," Dwight growled at the man with the gray hair and mustache. "You got it all wrong again!" He groaned another "You've been looking for that guy with the fucking wings for months and nothing, let it go." One of the men said. Raven hears what they are saying and thinks about Daryl and growles quietly, hoping Daryl won't do anything stupid to get caught or hurt. "Oh, Daryl please be careful." She says quietly to herself.

Daryl tries to find a way out of the situation despite seeing Dwight's rage, but he has to contain himself for Raven. Raven remains calm, not knowing what these people are capable of, but wants to sneak back to Daryl. Daryl searches the store but finds nothing, he heads back to the exit and leans in slightly. The men move forward analyzing their surroundings. Raven slowly walks towards the entrance, seeing where the men are she can sneak up behind one of them and kill him. Daryl looks around more carefully and sees Raven in the doorway hiding in the shadows. He wrinkled his brow, seeing the concentration on her face. Raven looks at one of the men, pulls out a knife, and slowly walks out of the shadows. She knows how to kill a man in 5 seconds. Daryl straightens up and looks at her to have a few seconds to react. "Here I am" He walks out of the store "I'm here alone" He raises his hands in the air.

Raven looks and gasps and shakes her head. "No, no Daryl please no." She says softly standing and walking out of the store. "I'm alone Dwight." He looks at Raven, but she has to move her body to cover the entrance to the skip where Raven is and prays in his heart that for once she will remain unnoticed and calm. Raven looks at him and growls, getting a little angry and holding her knife tightly in her hand. She doesn't want to lose or get Daryl hurt or killed. So she stays calm and slowly creeps into the small alleyway to stay alert as she worries about Daryl. Dwight grins from ear to ear. "I've been looking for you." He walks closer. "I'm here, you found me. You can have your revenge." He says

Raven looks at him confused, not knowing what he's talking about, she aims her crossbow at the guy standing in front of Daryl. "If you went out here alone, then you wouldn't have relieved yourself so you're protecting someone." He looked around. Raven growled, grabbed the crossbow, and aimed it at his head, intending to pull the trigger. "Boys check the area, there must be someone important here with him." Dwight laughed and his friends scattered around the area. Dwight grabbed Daryl tightly by the arm first taking his crossbow and knives "And we go for a walk." He says.

Raven growls and looks over, she wants to help Daryl, she wants to be able to get to him without being noticed, but she has never been around four men, she was lucky enough to kill and deal with two men at the beginning of the apocalypse after killing her parents. Dwight drags Daryl to one of the cars, punches him hard, and punches him in the stomach. Again and again, Daryl doesn't fight back, he can't. He doesn't want to, in his mind, he was just making sure they didn't find Raven, and that she was safe. Raven sees what's happening and quickly sneaks up to the car and hides behind the corner of the car and has her crossbow and slowly approaches the man who has his back to her she puts the crossbow to his head and looks at him.

"One sudden moment and this arrow will pierce your head." She growls and holds the crossbow straight at his head. "Raven no" Daryl groans on the ground "You were supposed to leave." Dwight laughs out loud "There's our little friend, you think I'm scared of you?" He asks. Raven looked at him and growled "You should be scared. Leave him alone. No one is going to hurt me or anyone I care about." She said, pulling out her gun and pointing it at him. "Well, birdie," a voice behind her called back. The cold blade pressed against her throat, and Daryl tried to pick himself up off the ground and help her.

Raven growled and felt the blade, but didn't pull away and stayed put. "What the hell do you want from Daryl, what do you want from us?" She asks him, looking at the man in front of her and then at Daryl. "We don't want anything from you" Dwight grins from ear to ear. "You're a bonus, so to speak, "Dwight says "I helped you, you prick." Daryl gets up from his knees "I saved you and your fucking wife and you fucking robbed me. And now you dare take revenge on me for what?" Daryl questions in anger. Raven looks at Daryl and then at Dwight and glares, grabs the man with the knife arm twists it behind his back, and points her gun at his head. "I will kill you all if you don't let us go. I can kill a man in five seconds." She growls and twists the man's arm more about to break it. Daryl leaned against the hood of the car and wiped his face clean of blood, Dwight put the knife to his throat. "Decide who's more important, the one Negan's man can replace with another or the Dixon you love?" Dwight asks. Raven looks at him, gasps and growls then lets go of the man and puts her hands up. "Don't hurt him, please." She says trying to stay strong and not cry.

"Wise," He says smiling, and pulls out a knife and crossbow. One of the men walks up to them and speaks. "Negan is telling us to go back, we have to do this." He breathes. "I'll find you Dixon and then I'll gut you" He growls in his ear Dwight and pats him on the back. Hard and painful. "Sleep with your eyes open" The man slaps Raven on the head to make sure she doesn't attack them as they drive away. Raven falls to the ground and is disoriented and clutching her head. growling and moaning in pain. Daryl gathers all his strength to approach her and falls to his knees beside her. "Raven," He says as he touches her head.

Raven looks at him, stares into his eyes, and touches his face. "Daryl, are you okay?" She asks. She has to ask him about who the hell these men were and who the hell Negan was. "Yeah, I'm fine, but what about you?" He asks. Raven smiles slightly and nods. "I'm okay. Who the hell were those people?" She asks as he slowly gets up gets a little dizzy and puts his hand on the car next to them. "Hey." She says it helps him stay on his feet despite the pain he is feeling from the beating "We can't go home, they might follow us." He says.

Raven looks at him and breathes heavily slightly. "Daryl, who the hell was that? You told me about some groups, but you never told me about them. That guy looked like he knew you. And who the hell is Negan!" She asks and gets irritated knowing that she wants to kill the men for hurting them. "Calm down, please," He staggers, walking away from the car, "I once saved Dwight, his wife, and sister. They returned the favor by robbing me and trying to kill me. They ended up shooting me, I was able to go home to my group. But the next time I met him, I beat him severely. Well, he just got pissed off. I don't know that dickhead Negan." He explains. Raven looks at him and quickly walks over to him, embraces him, and holds him close. "I'm glad they didn't kill us, I didn't want to leave you to die with them," She says. "You should get as far away from here as possible, it never affected you." He shook his head "You shouldn't get hurt," Daryl says. Raven shook her head and grabbed his hand. "I would rather sacrifice myself to be hurt or killed than you Daryl Dixon." She says helping him walk towards the motorcycle. "No," He shakes his head, "I can't go." He sits down.

Raven looks at him and crouches down next to him. "Daryl, we need to at least get out of sight, like go into the woods." She says, looking worried. "I need to rest for a while, just a while." He closes her eyes. Raven looks at him, holds his hands, puts her hand on his cheek, and puts her forehead against his. "I will protect you and I will sacrifice myself to protect you," She says. Daryl hears her words but doesn't have the strength to answer her, he just squeezes her hand. Fucking Dwight, if he gets the chance he'll kill him with his bare hands. "Go get the backpacks, we need to get them." He says.

Raven nods and goes to get the backpacks, she quickly returns and sees that he is weak and she is so worried. Upon returning in front of him she puts her hands on his cheeks. "Daryl, I need to check your wound." She says staring into his eyes. "I'm fine, I promise." He opens his eyes and looks at her "It's just a beating, nothing more. It doesn't even hurt that much." He says. Raven looks at him with a raised eyebrow "Alright then Mr. Tough Guy get up and walk on your own." She says putting her hands on her hips as she stands up. "Such a smartass" He grabs the motorcycle and rises to his feet leaning against it "You see," He says. Raven smiles and pokes him lightly "Stand up unsupported, smartass." She says crossing her arms "Woman" He groans.

Raven smiles and blushes slightly thinking about what he wants to say. 'No, but you can give me a kiss.' That's what she's thinking and wants to say, but she says it. "I'm just kidding with you, look, we need to not be out in the open like this, we need to go into the woods." She says standing in front of him and grabbing his hand. "Take my motorcycle, I'm not leaving it here." He straightens up "I'll get the bags." He says. Raven looks at him and nods, he uncovers the motorcycle and grabs the handlebars, and she walks towards the woods. She sees a. "I see a small cabin, we can stay there." She says walking towards the cabin. "Huh," Daryl grabs his pack, stays on his feet for a moment, and moves after her.

Raven walks towards the cabin, leans her bike against it, and takes a knife out of the boot she had hidden to check for walkers in the cabin. Daryl doesn't have the strength to argue with her, obediently waiting for her to do everything. Raven sees the two walkers, smiles, and pulls out a knife. She has two knives, one in each shoe, throws them in the air, catches them, holds the blades, and throws the knives at their heads. She casually goes to pick up her knives. Daryl goes inside with his backpack on his shoulders, the cabin is neat, though it smells musty. Raven smiles and looks up at the sky, she giggles, returns to the cabin, and closes the door behind her.

Chapter 8

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my-mt-heart · 2 years ago

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Hey MT!

I noticed some concerns regarding Melissa's return and AMCs overall marketing, so I wanted to weigh in with a marketing perspective that may shed some light. Let me preface this by saying I don't work in TV, but if someone in TV marketing wants to weigh in if I get anything wrong here – please do. I'd love to hear their thoughts and yours, MT. I also want to be transparent and say I’m a Caryler. Take this if it resonates, or leave it <3

Marketing works best when it's directed at a specific audience. There are two major things to focus on (I’m oversimplifying for brevity) – aggravating audience fears and teasing audience desires. When marketing hits the mark, it elicits strong reactions. Then they lean into that to keep the audience engaged and maximize their viewership for a show.

From what I’ve seen with Daryl, AMC focuses on aggravating fears. The fear of Daryl being retconned is big and easy to tap into. It's safe to assume they’re targeting Carylers as their audience pool because we always react strongly to AMC’s marketing tactics. Why not Daryl fans? Because his fans (most of whom adore Norman) are ride or die and will watch no matter what. But Carylers are a larger group that they can count on if they deliver Daryl AND Carol.

From what I’ve seen AMC leans on leaked info or set pics to gauge/tease audience interest. For example, everyone was worried after seeing the set pics of 10x01. The strife in the fandom manifested itself and aggravated our fears for them. Because there was a fear of D0nn^e going canon, the Caryl reunion ended up being spectacular (especially with their foils being present for it). Without that fear, it would've been good but not great.

They aggravate your fears (or let them fester) so they can go in and relieve them later with a big payback. But it only works if you get well-timed sneak peeks of the payback because there's always a risk of losing the audience if they lean too hard into the fears. (For example, "I'm never gonna hate you" after the cave/Carz3kiel tease, "It's a date" placed in between the Reaper arc and Leafy's return, Carol holding Daryl's hand in Outpost 22 after D0nn^e ship baiting.)

Bonus points if the big payback is a big surprise.

Speaking of…

If Melissa is co-leading S2 of the spinoff, why aren't they announcing her return? Many Carylers are openly untrusting of AMC after last year. So announcing Melissa's return is a huge gamble. They give up their biggest advantage if the reactions are mixed (not to mention, lose face). Which may explain why they go out of their way to minimize her involvement (*coughs* upfronts). So when she shows up as a big surprise, the response is overwhelmingly positive after over a year of watching our fears being pummeled (and we feel more forgiving of the story because we’re so excited to see Caryl again).

But in the meanwhile, what they can do is let our fears fester while teasing audience desires to give us a sneak peek into the payback we could get. Why do we keep finding nuggets of info from the cast and crew confirming Melissa's involvement as the premiere draws near? It’s not a lot and not "official," but it’s enough to keep us talking about the “big silver-haired surprise” we get if we tune in.

I wouldn't be surprised if they sprinkle ambiguous easter eggs until the S1 finale to keep us Carylers engaged. Because my speculation is Melissa will show up as our big surprise in the S1 finale.

I won’t go into how much this kinda marketing incenses me. I leave you with this: end of the day, if my speculation is correct, they know canon is the only way they can maximize engagement with Carylers – which is a good thing.

We have a future, everyone. Caryl on <3

*Please* go into how much this kinda marketing incenses you hahaha

Thanks so much for sharing. I’m not in marketing, entertainment or otherwise, but everything you said sounds about right and this has been one of my biggest gripes all year. Continuing these tactics on an audience that already reached its breaking point last year feels manipulative, reckless, and doomed to fail anyway. Maybe a more honest approach isn’t possible for S1 because the quality is just that 👎, but I sincerely hope AMC doesn’t wrongly assume fans will be too excited about Carol’s return to care about the how and why. They tried to use Caryl’s final lines to each other in the series finale to distract us from the shitty spinoff fiasco, which only got mixed reactions at best. I hope they know how to maximize engagement like you said.

Thanks again for your insight. I think it’s super helpful and a good reminder to refrain from engaging on anything that we don’t like. Hold onto your wallets until AMC delivers on its promises.

#caryl #caryl spinoff #carol peletier #melissa mcbirde #darylneedscarol

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lunajay33 · 10 months ago

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New World🍂Part.5

Summary:The farm is starting to feel like home but will it stay that way, will Daryl stay true to his word and stop ignoring you? Will your relationship take the next step?

Part.4

•Masterlist•

You’ve been at the farm for about a week now and it’s been going along as good as it can, you’ve gotten pretty close with Maggie, finally having a girl you can have a conversation with that feels like you’ve known her for years, sure the other woman of the group were nice but Maggie felt like a long lost friend

You both were picking some eggs from the coop for breakfast

“So how are things with Glenn?” You asked seeing her stop for a moment making you internally laugh

“What do you mean?”

“Oh come on I see the way you guys sneak off, he’s a good guy he’ll treat you well” you said putting another egg in your basket

“I don’t know it’s going fine, daddy thinks it’s a bad idea but I’m grown and I don’t wanna stay away”

“We don’t know how much time we have left now, dive into it, if we’re going out we might as well have fun”

“Well speaking of how are you and Daryl? He never wanted to leave your side when you were shot”

“We are good, I know he’s stressed from not finding Sophia yet, I’m trying to cheer him up when he comes back every evening but I don’t know how, I’ve tried comforting him but it doesn’t seem to work”

“Hmmmm….how far have you both gone?” She asked making you choke in shock

“Umm we’ve only had a few quick kisses”

“Come with me” we brought the eggs to the house and she brought me up to her room

She rummaged through her drawers and pulled out a blue piece of clothing, throwing it at me

“Here I’m sure this’ll cheer him up for sure” you held it up and it was a skimpy langerie set

“Maggie I can’t wear this that’s so embarrasing”

“What was it you said to me earlier? If we’re going out might as well have some fun” she smirked

Damn she threw that right back at me

“Do you really think he’ll like it? How do I even start something?”

“Wait are you a virgin?”

“I mean….yes I’ve honestly been waiting for him but now I’m inexperienced and don’t know what to do”

“Just tonight have this on before he comes back and after he’s relaxed a bit maybe just start pretending to change and see what he says”

“Hmmm okay I’ll try, god I’m nervous”

“It’ll be fine if he loves you he’ll love this”

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You were in yours and Daryl’s tent when you heard the zipper open showing Daryl all hot and sweaty

“Hey D, how did today go?” You asked as he sat on the bed/cott that Hershel gave you since you shouldn’t sleep on the ground while healing

He wrapped his hands around your legs and pulled you into him sighing

“Not that good huh?” You asked running your hands through his hair

He didn’t answer he just wanted to feel you and have some peace for a second, you stood there for what had to be atleast 20 minutes of him just holding you before he looked up at you and sitting back

“How’re you feelin? Have ya changed yer bandage yet today?” He asked lifting your shirt

This was your chance

“Not yet, do you wanna help me?” He usually helped you change it before bed but still didn’t hurt to ask

He grunted in agreement, you would usually just lift your shirt a bit but screw it, you pulled the shirt completely off and dropped it to the ground, when he looked back at you from getting the supplies his face was hard to read and the insecurities were sinking in

“Is it not good? Too much?” You asked nervous

He shock his head ogling your body

“Perfect, damn woman, where’d ya get this?” He asked going to unbutton your pants

He pulled them down as you stepped out and he laid his hands on your hips

“Maggie, she said it might help you unwind” you smiled as you sat on his lap both legs on the side of his

“She ain’t wrong”

He flipped you over still gentle of you wind and laid you on the bed hovering over you, you pushed his vest back helping him strip but he was hesitant about removing his shirt and you knew why

“We can wait d, it’s okay”

He sighed and threw his shirt to the pile followed by his pants

“I wanna feel ya” he groaned as you traced your hand down his chest to his clothed dick

“I need you Daryl please”

The evening was filled with gentle touches, loud moans and words of praise

He laid back next to you huffing in air, looking at your body, reddened and shaking from the multiple rounds cause this man has the stamina of a god

“God Daryl that was definitely better than my vibrator” you said looking at him as he laughed, he wrapped his arm over your hip rubbing up and down your back

“I forgot to change yer bandage” he said sitting up as he pulled on some boxers and started to change the bandage

As he was tapeing it back up you ran your hand against his cheek

“I love you Daryl Dixon” you said softly as he looked back up at you

“Love ya too peach” he whispered as you safe his skin redden

He climbed back in bed and pulled a blanket over you both and you both fell asleep

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You woke the next day, Daryl was already gone looking for Sophia like he did every morning, you got ready and made you way to the house, seeing Maggie she ran up to you excited

“How did last night go?” She asked

“Your plan worked amazing, I can’t believe he’s mine, after all this time being my best friend he’s finally mine” you both squealed in excitement like you were teenage girls

“Ya we know it went well, thought a cat was dying out there” Shane said making everyone laugh

“Oh shut it let the girl be happy” Lori said

Ahh everyone knew now but what could you do? You weren’t exactly quiet but since you and Daryl are camped farther out you thought it would be fine but oh well

You helped Lori and Maggie around the house and farm for the day helping relax your mind but every now and then you’d think about Daryl out there….alone

“WALKER” you heard Andrea screaming outside

You ran out seeing Rick Glenn and Shane running out into the field then that’s when Andrea’s gun went off, you had a gut feeling something was wrong and so and behold the guys were screaming to stop

You ran out after them to see Daryl all bloody and muddy, weak

“Oh my god”

“We gotta get him to Hershel” Rick said and Shane and him picked him up

You sat on the bed as Hershel stitched him up and bandaged his head

“What happened D?” You asked worried

“I thought I’d find er, got er doll, then the damm horse bucked me off down a hill, arrow went threw me” he said tired as Hershel finished stitching him up

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there next time I’m going out with you”

“Nah, don’t want ya out there, can’t lose ya too” you understood his concern and didn’t wanna push him right now

“Well I mean we have matching scars now” you said making Hershel chuckle

“Is it okay if I stay here with him tonight Hershel?”

“It’s no problem dear” he said smiling as he left the room letting you both have some alone time

You laid infront of him pulling the blanket up over him

“Do you need anything?”

“Nah…..just stay with me”

You both fell asleep having a quick name, god knows he needed it, you woke up some time later when Carol brought in some supper for you both, as you were eating you remembered some news Maggie told you

“Guess what I found out today?”

“Hmm?”

“Loris pregnant”

“Serious?” He asked looking at you with a raised eyebrow

“Ya Maggie told me, her and Glenn went out yesterday with Glenn and got her some stuff that’s how she found out”

“Hmmm not a great time”

“Ya I guess, but I mean haven’t you ever thought about having kids maybe this baby will lighten things up”

“Nah never thought ‘bout it”

“Really? Never ever thought of a little Daryl running around?”

“Never saw a point, having to deal with Merle it never gave me a chance to think bout it” it was a bit sad to you but it’s not like you wanted kids now, all you needed was Daryl honestly

“Ya want kids?” He asked taking a drink of water

“As a kid and teen I thought about it, maybe have two, dark hair…..blue eyes but that’s not that big of a deal now, it’s not safe and it’s scary to be pregnant even scarier without a doctor” you said setting both your plates aside now that you were done

“What ya’ve been wanting kids with me that long” he smirked

“Stop you’re embarrassing me, as long as I have you Daryl I don’t need all that” you said wiping off the food off his mouth you found adorable

You spent the night cuddled together

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It’s been a week again since Daryl incident and things were getting tense between Shane and dale that’s how you all got to be outside the barn full of walkers, gun in hands

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DUN DUN DUN

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