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crystlizabeth · 2 years ago

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Dangerously Yours.

Paring: Carl Grimes x Blackfem!Smith!Reader

Paring: Negan Smith & BlackDaughter!Reader

Summary: You two where enemies, but there was just something that drew you two each other, but a war was in the making.

Warning: cursing, mentions of childhood trauma and abuse.

A/n: Carl lives au!! And im gonna add some songs that came out not during TWD time like or after 2013 i think! This is kinda of a self insert, This might be multiple parts, I noticed its turned into a Negan Smith x Daughter reader along with Carl x reader so enjoy.

The first time you met him he caught an additude with you trying to take some batteries out of your hand, it didn’t go well for him you grabbed his wrist twisting it telling him to fuck off. There were more instances when you would go and he somehow always pissed you off but it made sense you and Carl Grimes where enemies. So where your fathers you didn’t quite know what had all happed but you did know people died, some of your people and a few of his.

Now you where on your way back to Alexandria for a pick up you went along this time to see Eden, she was a decent girl but also a girl your age it wad hard to find friends in this day in age. Eden was closed of and was always followed by the one and only one eyed grimes, but that didn’t stop you from trying to get to know her and one of those ways was music, may it be mp3, cds or even vinyls.

“I found this mix tape a while back, its a costume one and actually really good music.” You said to Eden as you walked with her towards the supply house.

“Any songs you can recognize?” She asked taking the tape from your hand.

“Not really only a few like, Elvis, Hozier, Taylor swift, i hear alot of her music in the mixes i find.” You ended with a small laugh.

“I like Taylors music, Elvis’s pretty good to” she said with a small smile.

You two shared similar music taste even rap, you two enter the supply room running into Negan, Rick, Carl and a gal with glasses.

“Lookie here, making friends are we?” Your dad asked his usual grin on his face.

“Yeah you could say just trading some music but i need some batteries.” You said shrugging your shoulders.

Rick moved out of the way as the lady with glasses handed you 4 batteries “I only need two don’t worry about it. Unless,” you look over at Eden., “you need any?” She shook her head you nodded and handed two of the batteries back to her.

“Thank you..” you spoke lightly waiting for her name.

“Oh, its Olivia.” She said she voice shaken.

“Well thank you Olivia.” You said then turning to your dad.

“Not giving her a hard time are you?”

Negan raised his eyebrow giving you a cheeky grin “Not at all this time they actually have there shit in order.” He spoke wiggling around the list in his hand.

Nodding you left with Eden heading back to the truck with Carl running behind you two.

“Eden where are you going?” He asked.

She held the bag up in her hand that was filled with music “Trading music.” She answered simply.

He didnt say anything but continued to follow you two, you could feel his eyes burning you in the back of your head he watched every move you made.

You and Eden had gone through a crate you brought she had taken out a few albums and surprise mix tapes you liked to call them. She took ‘I love you.’ The neighborhood, ‘Anti’ Rhianna, ‘AM’ arctic monkeys and ‘Lungs’ Florance and the machine. You didn’t take any from her she didn’t have many good options so you just lended them to her.

“Really you want nothing back.” Carl voiced from behind you.

Giving him a glare “yeah theres no reason for me to take what little music she has, what are you even doing here doing you had somthing better to do cyclops.”

He glared at you “good to know your an asshole like your dad.” He spat back, he didnt appreciate the nickname but you weren’t a fan when he called you a bitch last week so your really didn’t give two shits.

“At least my dad doesn’t stand around like a bitch between his legs last time I checked you did the dirty work.” You said walking past him.

He turned to say something only for his dad to stop him. You only scoffed turning away.

A few weeks later you saw him again but this time he came by one of the trucks, he shot a few of your fathers men. When that whole mess was cleaned up Laura came and got you saying ‘your dad needs your help.’

You walked down the hall meeting Your Dad, Carl and Daryl out side on the little balcony. Carl didn’t have his bandage on this time covering his eye, Carl put his head was down after meeting your eyes.

“Whats up?” You asked.

Negan smiled “I need a favor Sweetheart, Carl here needs a little tour but i need to fix some shit the he fucked up. Keep and eye on him yeah?” He spoke looking at Carl.

“Sure just us or..?”

“Just you two, get to know each other and dont kill him, I for one actually like him unlike you.” He said laughing a little knowing the tension between you both.

“If he keeps the attitude to a minimum.. personally not a fan of it unlike you.” You say crossing your arms moving more of you weight to one side of your body.

With that they left leaving you and Carl by the railing watching over the workers, a few kids running around playing with one another.

“Is he actually your dad?” Carl asked breaking the silence. You weren’t surprised why he asked you, you two didn’t look alike and many obvious aspects.

You looked at him, his eye focused on you looking you up and down and searching for any kind of reaction. You watched as his eyes finally met yours again.

“No..” you said admitting it to him.

He tilted his head a little as a way of say ‘What’.

“He found me at the beginning of this, what about 3 years ago? Put it simply my biological father left me to fend for myself, fucked up right?” You said walking towards a stair way sitting down on the steps.

Carl stared down at you, looking up at him through your curls letting a laugh out from the look if his face.

“Are you serious..” he asked sitting down with you.

You looked over at him, “Yeah but my father had never actually been a good person. He was far from a good parent. He was a selfish, abusive man, he wasn’t fit for kids non the less 3 girls.”

Carl seemed interested. “You have Sisters?”

“Had.”

“Oh, sorry I didn’t know.” He said.

You leaned back on the stairs “Why would you? We aint friends.”

He nodded turning his head looking straight. He seemed vulnerable almost. But so where you you just opened up, trauma dumped to some guy you haven’t been able to stand for months. But in that moment there was a kind if peace and understanding.

“Why did you stick around after knowing all the bad things he’s done?” Carl asked looking back at you.

“All the bad.. nobody is good or bad. Especially in this, it survival.” You scoffed, he tried to makes his people out to be what they weren’t.

“He killed good people, friends, one of them had a kid on the way!”

You looked at him your eyes nerow slightly “Your little group took out an whole outpost of more than 50 people. Many of them had family and one of the women there was carrying a child.” You spoke sharply.

“Your people, your friends aren’t so clean of blood. Nor are you.” You finished harshly.

He did say anything else. Only looked back at his hands fidgeting with them in irritation.

He knew you where right, but he also knew you weren’t clean of blood either nobody was. There is no good or bad anymore just survivors.

You both eventually got up and you showed him around. How things work, people had jobs they earned money and they got what they need. That this was our normal, even you worked did chores to earn your keep.

You two continued to talk to each other, getting to know each other you never talked about either of your peoples. There was a spark for only knowing him and hating him for the past few months he understood you. They way his eyes lingered on you as you talked how he took in every word you where saying. What was that feeling that lingered as he left the feeling of wanting to see him again.

As weeks went by you two spoke over walkies, nit the safest options but it worked. You hadn’t let anyone this close since Negan, funny how you wanted nothing to do with this boy but now you did. He made you laugh over stupid things, gave you good advice as you did with him. He heard you cry for the first time, you even snuck out to see him one time showing him a little abandoned house by the river it was the first time in long time you both had fun.

He was feeling it two, his heart fluttered at the way you smiled, how he always held eye contact taking in the sight of you as it may be the last. You did the same but he never caught you looking at him like the way he did you. The hard truth you knew was that you two are enemies, maybe not you two but your Dads, your people.

But then shit hit the fan.

You didn’t get trapped in a sanctuary when they attacked the place, you watched as the walkers surrounded the building the echos of gun shots rang through your ears as you watched in horror as rick started to shot him down.

The only thing you could do is try and reach a different outpost. Warn them, but then you where caught.

He didn’t look familiar which scared you even more, you quicky grabbed your knife cutting his arm. He let go of you making you fall back only for someone else to grab you.

“The little bitch cut me!” The one man yelled you turned around quickly ready to strike again thats when you saw Rick and Daryl.

Your heart dropped, you where surrounded. Rick took a step toward you his hands visible “Dont Fucking come near me!” You yelled.

Rick put is gun down on the ground “Relax I don’t wanna hurt you.” His voice was calm.

“Then fuck off!”

“Where are you gonna go.” Daryl spoke.

You eyes shot over to him, you didn’t answer him. He was right though where were you gonna go, to an outpost you didn’t even know where it was at.

“Y/n we just wanna help you. I told Carl you wouldn’t get hurt.” Rick said.

Why would that matter?

“Please. Just come with us.”

You just looked at him, dumfounded.

Was it stupid yes, but you went with them handing over your weapons and walked to the gates. As they open they looks you got looks of horror from them. Rick pulled on my arm slightly letting go when I flinched. He took me into a house there sat a few people talking about what to do next.

But the all stop once their eyes landed on me.

“Sit.” Daryl said pointing at the couch his tone serious.

You where scared what did they want with you what was their plan, why where you not dead, locked up. You picked at your finger s peeling the skin off them drowning out everything around you. What the fuck is happening.

A hand fell on both of your hands you quickly looking up you saw him. His face filled with concern, he spoke but you never heard what he said the way he brows frowned trying to reach you. You began to break as both of his hand touched your arms squeezing them slightly wanting and answering out of you.

“Why am I here...” your voice tender and cracked.

“I..” Carl started but never finished he just looked at you.

“Why the hell am I here.” You asked again.

He took a deep breath “Help us end this.”

You stared at him, help them, help them. Why would you help them.

“Get away from me… Get AWAY.” You shouted pushing him away.

He stood back as you stood up, your hands gripping harshly on your hair.

“Your fucking kidding me right?! What makes you think I would help you, help these people! You know how crazy you sound.” You slightly laugh the frustration in your voice very clear. These people wanted your help. They just destroyed the only place you called home.

“Please Y/n, please.. hear us out.” Carl said.

“Your acting a fool, you just attacked my people, my home! Theres more than just Negan in there theres kids! Family, old people! What the fuck is wrong with you guys!” You yelled. “And- and you know that.. you saw it, so did he!” You finished pointing at Daryl.

They all knew that.

“What makes you think you can trust me anyway? What it your head makes you think I wouldn’t betray you.” You said your arms falling to your sides.

“Because your the one that let me out of that cell, made sure I had a clear way out.” Daryl spoke up.

You looked at him, he knew.

“And I trust you.” Carl said. “They may not but you help out friend and you’ve earned my trust, my respect.”

You shook your head, you wanted to cry, to cry like a little kid. Carl came to you again slowly pulling you in for a slight hug. Something sincere he cared for you he may have only truly known your for few weeks but he wanted you safe but with that came a cost. The talks over that walkie you had with him you could careless who herd them. Carl had fallen for a girl who he couldn’t have with out a cost.

“Y/n your something to believe In again, you could change things. Help your people.” Rick spoke.

You wanted to help your people, they deserved it they deserved to be safe. To have a life beyond the sanctuary. Alexandria was a safe place but so was your home they where good people in there people who don’t know how to protect themselves.

“But you’ll have to go behind, Negan. Lie to him.” Michonne finished.

Your head snaped at her, “I cant, i… i wont! I’ll just lie to you tell him your plans.” You said trying to get them to not believe you.

“If you do you’ll only hurt yourself…”

For my people.. but the cost was to betray a man who would do anything for you. You caught Carls eye he gave you a pleading look. He practically begged you with that look, betray your Dad for a boy.. for a boy and peace between people.

“If i betray you, I hurt myself.. if i betray my people, my family, I betray my dad, my dad is very important to me..”

“More important than your people and peace dont you want more for those family’s. For us.” Carl said, him whispering the last part only for you to hear.

For us..

You wanted that more than anything..

“Okay..”

So you helped them, you got back in through a old drain the led into the basement, you knew people would have noticed you where gone or maybe not.

When you saw Simon and Dwight they nodded at you figured you where out hidden in your room. Stupid men.

But you also knew Dwight was working with them as well, he was a traitor too.

Days had passed they finally cleared the walkers out. The plan was to attack hilltop but there was a twist, Negan on the other hand didn’t want you to have any part of it he stated “I need you here, with out people.” So you stayed.

You stayed back with your people started cleaning up putting things back together, when they came back your dad wasn’t to be seen.

“Wheres my dad?” You asked walking up to simon, he shared a look with Dwight looking back at you.

“Someone ran him off the road, all we found was blood when we finally found his car…” Simon said his tone quiet.

All you could do was stare at him “what.. is he.”

They nodded, the two men shared a look again.

Something isn’t right. They’re lying, they gotta be he couldn’t just be killed that easily.

After that Simon took charge, he seemed pleased with himself it was sickening. He bossed everyone around hell even threatened you that if you didn’t keep your mouth shut there would be ‘consequences’. It was just crazy to you, how easily he forgot his place.

But even now you had a job. So you did it you told them what happened leaving a note in the woods for them to find.

When you got back, There stood Negan. He turned to look at you giving you a smile.

“Hiya Sweetheart, how ya been.” His voice sweet giving you a hug.

“They said you where dead.” You said in a whisper only for him to hear.

He nodded looking at you back to Simon who was staring you down. You already knew he was fucked but lets make it worse, not here though. Negan wanted to talk anyway.

You sat on the couch in his room waiting for him, he startled you out of your trace as he placed his hand on the side if your head kissing you on the top of the head.

“Now tell me what the shit has he all done..?” He asked coming around sitting next to you.

“He pretty much took over your place bossing people around, and that attack on hilltop went south from what I heard, oh! He also threatened me” you said.

He turned his head to look at me. “ Do I dare ask what he said..” his voice went dark the look he held could kill.

You told him you may have exaggerated it a bit but you could careless the son of a bitch deserved it. His actions has consequences.

After that conversation you just sat there with him your head laying on his shoulder your arms wrapped around his arm.

“Im sorry..” you spoke softly, you could feel your throat swell up as you hold back tears.

“Its not your fault, Princess..” its been a minute since he’s called you princess, hell you where. You may not be his blood but your the only child he’s ever had, you where his daughter, his little girl.

The day finally came, but you weren’t standing with them you stood with Carl not your Father. The sound of that familiar call rang through your ears as everyone raised there gun.

“Well damn Rick, lookie here.” Negans voice echoed through a radio.

“Pegged again, pegged so very hard.”

Everyone moved around looking for them “ I ambushed your ambush with an even bigger ambush.” You could hear a slight chuckle after.

“Why don’t you step out and face us!” Rick yelled out as he looked around looking for any kind of movement.

“Oh I am everywhere Rick.” He said.

You closed your eyes settling your breath you felt a hand on your back, opening your eyes looking to you left you saw carl. He gave you a nod trying to give you some kind of comfort. You could hear Negan he went on talking about Eugene and Dwight, going to to Gabriel. Then he said your name.

“Where is my daughter because I would love to know. Kind fucked up how your little psycho of a son came in one day and now my daughter is gone. You happen to know anything about that.” His voice was serious, you had been gone since yesterday.

Rick looked back at you, you shook your head telling him not to say a word.

“But here we go, congratulations Rick.” Was the last thing he said before he started a count down.

They came out starting to fire only for their weapons to back fire on them.

Every thing happend to fast.

Soon enough they had surrendered, the saviors where on their knees hands in the air. Rick and Negan ran off, you looked around for them Carl and Rosita following behind me a little.

You finally got up to the hill you saw them standing in-front of each other talking, Negans face fell looking like he was going to cry at what Rick said. For a moment they stood there. Then it happened.

“NO!” You screamed, you went to run towards them only for Rosita to grab you holding you tightly.

“NO YOU LIER! YOU SAID YOU WERNT GONNA KILL HIM!” You Sobbed, struggling against Rosita and she tried calming you down.

“You fucking Lier! Please he’s all i have, please.” You begged your body slightly collapsing in Rositas Arms Carl came in front of you helping Rosita turn you so you did have to see him bleed out.

“You fucking people lied. I trusted you.” You cried.

“I didn’t know, Y/n I didn’t know.” Carl said his hands cupping your face making you looks at him.

Your sobs continue, As you fell into his arms. Rosita let go of you only staying behind you. The only thing in the field you could hear was you sobbing, Carls gentle tone trying to calm you. His hand gently rubbing your back, your hands covered your face your head resting on Carls shoulder.

“Save him.”

You pushed of Carls shoulder looking up. The widow started to do the same thing you had just done, Michonne holding her back as she yelled at rick, begging him to keep Negan dead.

“We have to make it right.” Maggie sobbed.

A year had now passed, you hadn’t been able to see Negan they wouldn’t let you. But what they did do it tell him that you had helped them, not by much but you did.

“Why would they do that..” you asked, Carl looked up at you.

“In not sure.. ask my dad why he did.” He said, you only glared at him.

“Common babe, you cant hold that anger with him forever especially that your my girlfriend.” He laughed slightly standing up from the step turning to you pulling you up.

“Its called a grunge, and yeah I can. They go on telling Negan i betrayed him and i don’t even get to explain my self to him.” You spoke the irritation in your voice quite visible.

Carl sighed, “I know Y/n..” he pulled you in by your hands.

“Talk to Michonne, you like her at lest.” Carl said giving you a kiss.

So you where gonna do just that but first you had to find her. When you did she was with Judith on the porch Rosita with her. Rosita gave you a smile as she left.

Michonne looked at you giving you a small smile “Hi Y/n how are you?” She said.

“Im fine but i have a question.” You spoke, she nodded letting you continue.

“Why wont you let me see him” befor she could speek you cut her off “I know i ask this way to often but you told him everything i could attest give him an exclamation, you just letting him believe that what i did was for the worst, so please. Wouldn’t you want Carl to tell you if that had happened to him not just to stay quiet and believe he did it to hurt you.” You finished.

Michonne signed “You’ll have five minutes.”

Your face light up “Thank you, Thank you!”

She grabbed Judith giving her to a friend as she walked you to the basement, Carl and Rosita followed you two and you walked down the stairs she told you to wait.

“You have a Visitor.” She said before waving you in.

It was dark but you could see him, and he looked like shit. “Five minutes.” Michonne said walking over to the door keeping it open but she walked up them.

The silence between you two lingered for a minute, after all that begging you couldn’t get your self to say anything but when he did your heart dropped.

“Well kid, hows your new life, boyfriend, freedoms.” He said harshly.

“I-its fine, can I explain..” you said.

He stood up moving to the bars looking at you. “What that you stabbed me in the back yeah I got that.”

“Dont be a dick-”

“Really your gonna call me the dick?” He scoffed.

“I never meant you any harm i wanted what was best for our people.” You said softly.

He didn’t say anything, his eyes never left you but he was mad and he had every right to be. You had all of his trust, he would’ve done anything for you and you betrayed him. Everything he had done for you was thrown out the window after that stunt those 4 years were practically all for nothing.

“I know your mad at me and you have every right to be, I just wanted our people to see more the kids in the sanctuary to have more of a life beyond that, here those kids have a playground more people to become friends with.” You said, you watched as he turned around midway through you talking, he didn’t want to look at you.

You took a breath in bitting your lip to stop you self from crying, you crossed your arms holding your self in a hug.

“I haven’t seen you in a year man common say something, yell at me something anything.” You spoke in a whimper your lip trembling.

Nothing.

“Please don’t hate me.” Your tears fell down your cheeks.

“Your all i have left to family, I never thought I would call someone dad again let alone a man that actually cared for me..” you cried out your head falling down looking that the floor.

The tears continue to fall down your face making your cheeks glisten. He was your dad, maybe it was a cycle with you to make them hate you at some point.

“I don’t hate you, I don’t think I could ever bring myself to hate you.” He said quietly not turning around.

“Then why wont you look at me..” you asked not even sure if you wanted to know the answer.

He sighed deeply turning around “That better?”

You nodded not sure what to say next, things may never be the same again but you do know that is he doesn’t hate you, you didn’t have to worry about the fear of him never wanting to see you again.

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zillobeastbait · 1 year ago

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Google Classroom - Daryl Dixon

(and the rest of the walking dead)

Please come and visit! We would love to talk and see you around!

All of my work is collected here, as well as a place for us to talk, for you all to share your work or what your working on, get help, and of course, to talk about whatever we want!

Link: https://classroom.google.com/c/NTI5ODk0MjU4Mzc1?cjc=4o3eotm

Class Code: 4o3eotm

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grimestime27 · 1 month ago

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Marry Me

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

Warnings: Mostly fluff

Set Pre Whisperers.

I think I made Daryl a little OOC but he definitely is becoming more soft as seasons continue on. ❤️

Rick was missing, presumably dead. Michonne was broken. Daryl was a shell of himself. Everything was wrong. The group was split again. You and Daryl had decided to stay in Alexandria, but Ezekiel and Carol had offered you all a place at the Kingdom. Everyday, Daryl had went to look for any sign of Rick—living or dead. With no luck, he returned every night to let Michonne know nothing had changed.

Part of Michonne was relieved—knowing Daryl hadn’t found a body or a walker of her “husband”. It was hard watching her everyday with Judith, knowing Rick wouldn’t come home to see her or his daughter again. Carol and Ezekiel had gotten married with a brief ceremony in the Kingdom, Father Gabriel officiating. It was bittersweet, Michonne leaving halfway through the ceremony.

You knew why—it made her think of what she had lost. Carol had asked you and Daryl to be part of the ceremony. Daryl smiled at you from behind Ezekiel and you wondered for a moment if you all could ever have a future like this. It seemed very unlikely. Carol suggested you all stay the night in the Kingdom before returning to Alexandria. Somewhat reluctantly, you both agreed for the sake of she and Ezekiel.

They gave you a private room. Daryl locked the door softly as you began stripping your clothes off and leaving you only in your bra and panties.

“It was a nice ceremony.”, you began.

Daryl turned around quickly, eyeing you up and down.

You knew just how to get to the archer’s heart.

“Yeah.”, he replied. “I never thought she’d fall in love with anyone.”

You smirked softly. “We all are full of surprises.”

Daryl smiled softly before coming over and taking you in his arms. He smelled of his own musk and wilderness, but you didn’t mind. It felt safe—it was home. He kissed the top of your head, taking in the embrace. There were times he wasn’t sure if he would ever get this again. Life was too short. And Daryl knew it.

“Yeah….”, Daryl began and it seemed like he had something else on his mind.

You pulled back softly. “What’s wrong?”

“Just thinkin’.”

“About?”

“Us.”

Your face crinkled in confusion. “What about us?”

Daryl sighed. Words had never came easy to him. As a child, he wasn’t properly taught how to communicate and show his emotions. His dad highly discouraged it, beating him and Merle if they cried or showed any sliver of emotion. Their father had taught them that it wasn’t manly to show emotions. Men were meant to be strong and show no weakness.

He was trying to break the cycle. You had taught him he could be vulnerable with you. You were his safe space.

“Daryl?”, you brought him out of his deep thought.

“Sorry,”, he sighed. “Just this whole thing with Carol and Ezekiel has me thinkin’…..”

You eyed him, encouraging him to continue.

“Could we have somethin’ like that?”

“Like being married?”

Daryl sighed softly. “Yeah. I mean if you think ’s not for us—”

You interrupted him. “I think we could.”

Daryl’s eyes softly looked into yours. “Would ya…want to marry me? Become Mrs. Dixon?”

“Are you officially asking me to marry you?”

Daryl smiled softly before letting you go of you and digging in his pocket, pulling out a ring. “Yeah, Carol helped me find this.”

“Daryl…..”

“Will ya marry me and be Mrs. Dixon?”

He got down on one knee, something he never thought he would ever do. But things change.

“Yes, Daryl. A thousand times, yes.”, you began smiling so hard your cheeks hurt, happy tears beginning to form in your eyes.

Daryl slid the ring on your finger nervously, getting off his knee and taking you in a tight embrace before you both shared a kiss. You both pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes before kissing again.

“Well, I guess we need to talk to Father Gabriel to officiate another wedding.”, you smirked as you both broke the kiss.

“Guess so. How about we celebrate Mrs. Dixon?”, he smirked as he swooped you up in his arms, causing you to giggle as he carried you to the bed.

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dixons-sunshine · 11 months ago

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daryl and wife reader having a mini 3 year old daryl and shes sassy like her mama also shes really smart and daryl just being the best father and husband to be ❤️❤️

Daddy's Little Girl | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine*

Summary: Life in your little home in Alexandria was amazing. You had a wonderful husband and a beautiful daughter you couldn't be more proud of, especially since she brings out parts of your husband you couldn't help but admire.

Genre: Fluff

Era: Alexandria, post Saviour war, post the building of the bridge

Warnings: None.

Word count: 965

A/n: This sucks so bad. I didn't really know where to go with this and scrapped so many attempts, so I'm sorry for the bad quality. I hope this is still somewhat enjoyable at least.

Rick never went missing in this because I'm in my feels after seeing him look for a gift for RJ.

It's not a major plot point, but there are mentions of Rick in this. Also, my default name for any fics involving Daryl having a daughter will be Hazel because I've grown to love the nickname I came up with for my last Dad!Daryl fic, which is Hazelnut.

As always, my requests are open for any TWD requests, as well as Scud Frohmeyer requests.

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“No, Daddy. You can't.”

“'Course I can,” Daryl retorted playfully, taking the purple crayon from his daughter's hand. “Yer not even usin' the crayon, Hazelnut. Yer jus' holdin' it while yer colourin' with the red crayon. I need the purple more than ya do righ' now.”

Hazel huffed and folded her small arms over her chest, sending Daryl her version of a glare that the archer found absolutely adorable and amusing. “Not fair, Daddy. Gonna use it soon.”

“Until then, I'll use it. Once you need it, jus' ask, alrigh'?” Daryl told her, and chuckled when he saw her huff again and reluctantly continue to draw with the red crayon.

Daryl looked up and locked eyes with you, amused smiles on both of your faces. You were seated on the couch with Dog's head resting on your lap, fixing up one of the archer's favourite shirts while he entertained your daughter as she waited for Michonne to come pick her up for a sleepover with RJ. Daryl looked back down at his piece of paper and continued on with his drawing while you continued on with fixing up his shirt.

You silently listened to Hazel's happy babbling, smiling fondly at the father and daughter duo drawing stick figures and shapes. Suddenly, Hazel huffed again and threw the crayon down in frustration, crossing her arms over her chest.

“What's wrong, baby?” you asked, glancing at your daughter.

“I don't want to draw anymore,” she declared, crawling over to Daryl and clambering into his lap for a hug.

Daryl instantly dropped the crayon in his hand and embraced her, pulling her into his chest. Hazel nuzzled her face into his neck, giggling at the kisses Daryl placed on her face.

“It tickles, Daddy,” she giggled, bringing her small hands up to his stubble.

Daryl smiled and abruptly stood up with Hazel in his arms, eliciting a yelp of surprise from her that was quickly followed by more laughter. Daryl spun her around while placing more playful kisses all over her face, careful not to drop her. Dog jumped up from the couch with a happy bark, circling around Daryl as he wagged his tail happily.

You laughed at the shrieks of laughter that fell from your daughter's mouth. “Don't drop her, Daryl,” you warned him when he stumbled slightly. You turned your head when you heard a knock on the door.

“Never,” Daryl replied, placing one final kiss on Hazel's cheek before placing her down on the floor. He ruffled her hair before stalking over to the door, you getting up from the couch and trailing behind him.

Daryl opened the door and the two of you came face to face with Michonne, who had RJ perched on her hip. She smiled at the two of you in greeting, rubbing RJ's back soothingly.

“Hey, guys. Is she ready to go?”

Daryl hummed and turned around, calling out to Hazel. “Hazelnut! Auntie Michonne's here!”

You grabbed the sleepover bag that you had placed near the door earlier that day and handed it over to Michonne. Hazel's footsteps got louder until she ran up to you, hugging you before hugging Daryl. She then turned to Michonne and took her outstretched hand.

“Bye, Mama. Bye, Daddy.”

“Bye, sweetheart. Be good for Michonne and Rick, okay?” you greeted her.

She nodded and took off with Michonne, happily conversing with RJ while they walked. You closed the door and locked it, turning around to face Daryl. The archer smiled at you and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly.

You were confused but soon hugged him back, nuzzling your face into his chest. Daryl placed a soft kiss on the top of your head before resting his chin there, slightly rocking you side to side.

“Not that I'm complaining in the slightest,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss against his chest. “But what's with the hug?”

Daryl remained silent for a moment. “S'jus' 'cause I love ya. And I can't believe how lucky I am to have ya and Hazel in my life.”

“Well, believe it, Dixon. I love you so much. So does daddy's little girl,” you replied, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

“I love ya both too. Yer the most important people in my life. I'd die fer ya.”

“Hopefully it never comes down to that. You're dying a very old man if I can help it,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Daryl wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Dun' worry. I ain't plannin' on dyin' on ya anytime soon.”

You smiled at him. “Good to know. That's really good to know.”

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rassmentalism · 17 days ago

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ONESHOT

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ- ruined redemption

pairings : carlgrimes x f!reader

warnings : none

the moon hung high over the savagely quiet clearing, its pale light casting jagged shadows over the grim faces gathered in a half-circle. carl knelt on the ground, hands tied behind his back, his head bowed slightly but not out of fear—out of defiance. his chest rose and fell heavily, sweat slicking his hair as his blue eye darted to the figure looming over him: negan.

lucille, negan’s barbed-wire-wrapped bat, rested lazily on his shoulder, but carl could feel the weight of it already. negan grinned that wicked, too-wide grin, his leather jacket gleaming under the moonlight.

“well, well, well,” negan said, dragging out the words with a sick satisfaction. “carl grimes. rick’s little brat. i thought you had more sense, kid.”

carl’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. he wasn’t going to give negan the satisfaction of begging or breaking—not tonight, not ever. but when his gaze shifted to you, standing behind negan with your arms crossed tightly over your chest, he felt a pang of guilt. he’d dragged you into this.

you weren’t supposed to be here. you weren’t supposed to be a part of this.

it had started small. stolen moments during supply runs. conversations behind the walls of alexandria. carl had never planned to get close to you—negan’s daughter, of all people—but it had happened anyway. your sharp wit, your determination to carve your own identity in the shadow of your father, had pulled him in like a magnet.

but now, as negan circled him like a predator, everything was unraveling.

“you really thought you could sneak around with my daughter?” negan asked, his voice dropping into a dangerous growl. “that i wouldn’t notice? that i wouldn’t care?”

“it wasn’t—” you started, but negan silenced you with a sharp look.

“stay out of this, kiddo. this is between me and him.”

you clenched your fists, your heart hammering in your chest. carl wasn’t looking at negan anymore—he was looking at you, his expression strangely calm, as if he’d already accepted whatever was about to happen.

“no,” you said suddenly, stepping forward. negan’s head snapped toward you, his grin faltering.

“what did you just say?”

“i said no,” you repeated, your voice shaking but steady. “you’re not going to kill him.”

neglecting lucille for a moment, negan tilted his head, his grin returning with an edge of disbelief. “and why’s that? because you said so?”

you didn’t hesitate. “because if you kill him, you lose me. i’ll leave, and you’ll never see me again.”

the air in the clearing froze. everyone—rick, michonne, daryl, even negan’s own men—watched in stunned silence.

neglecting the grin now, negan stared at you, his jaw tightening. “you don’t mean that.”

“try me,” you shot back, tears stinging your eyes but not falling. “i’m not going to stand here and watch you kill him just because he makes me happy. you want to punish me? fine. but you don’t touch him.”

the silence stretched impossibly thin. negan finally sighed, lowering lucille with a muttered curse.

“you’re lucky, kid,” he growled at carl. “real fucking lucky.”

then, without another word, negan turned and stalked away, leaving you trembling but standing firm, staring after him. when he was out of sight, you dropped to your knees beside carl, untangling the ropes with shaking hands.

“are you okay?” you whispered, your voice breaking.

carl nodded, his eye searching yours. “are you?”

you didn’t answer, just pulled him into a hug, holding on like you never wanted to let go. in that moment, it didn’t matter that the world was falling apart. all that mattered was that, for now, you’d both survived.

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lovesicklovermia · 8 months ago

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𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡

﹒﹒ ﹒summary - after a difficult few days on the road in the heat, you're left feeling down about motherhood, and the wellness of your daughter. thank goodness your husband noticed.

﹒﹒ ﹒set in - season 5, before the storm

﹒﹒ ﹒pairing - daryl dixon x reader

﹒﹒ ﹒ content inclusions - dad!daryl dixon, mom!reader

parched whines, which for once were not released from the walkers mouths, had been all you’d heard for several hours. guilt, expanding and wrapping around your lungs like ivy trellis. your baby girl, just like rick’s, was hungry, and innocent. bob had said, before his life ended one solemn night, that the world ‘was going to change’, for he could tell by the pure appearance of you, as well as your leaders, young children. nowadays, it was difficult to tell whether she’d change the world, or if she’d still be fulfilled, well-rested enough, and most importantly, happy enough to do so.

pregnancy, around the same time as lori, the dear woman who was lost too soon, yet lost too far back to recall the days events without a hazy vision and mind, and without an elicited sob. you seemed to sob all too frequently lately. your baby did too.

it seemed that, for so long, both judith and your baby were cooed and fawned over, yet, in closer days, it seemed coos and giggles were replaced by rumbling stomachs, and sighs of absolute defeat. it was honestly surprising that many of the members of the team hadn't given up completely, yet you supposed they each had their reasons to stay alive. father gabriel, by his faith. abraham, for rosita. maggie, even in her damaged and devastated state, for glenn, and for affirming and keeping beth, and herschel, and everyone’s memory alive.

as for your husband? well, for your baby, of course. she was a joint creation, and that was abundantly clear, for she possessed your husband’s bright blue eyes (although a teasing michonne assured that all babies had blue eyes), and your nose and lips. he loved her with every inch of his redneckin’ heart, and despite the sweaty heat of the summer months, he’d held no obligations to wearing a scarf wrap, an easy way for you to smile gently at your baby. of course, he was terrified of sneaking walkers, for your baby seemed to hold the ability to be forever calm and docile in whichever situation was thrown at the girl.

he’d been terrified of you slipping away from him since day one, yet through the struggles and hardships of the last couple of months, his team had hardly had paid attention to the tears you shed when people glanced at your child for too long, if they asked if his baby girl had been fed, or anything remotely questioning on the livelihood of your child. yes, you knew she was struggling - you knew she deserved to grow up in a gentler world. the world had been no kinder than it was before, yet now previously closed doors were open, and horrific individuals were free to roam.

you’d heard all about it. you’d heard the horror stories - hell, if it wasn’t for your husband shielding you from the troubles, you would have experienced quite a few days of misjustice yourself.

instead, your only misfortunes came from your mind, and the guilt that ate away at your heart. from too many moments that you felt your baby was going to starve, or dehydrate, or even perish from boredom. it had been too many days, far too many, and as you, for once, held the baby to your chest, wandering aimlessly down the straightforward road, you couldn’t walk in silence much longer. speaking to your baby, carol had once told you, was the ‘best way your baby could learn to love you’. yet, with the way things were going, there was nothing left for her to love. you felt practically skin and bones, and your stomach rumbling was now occurring constantly - it hardly stopped. so, today, as you spoke quietly to your baby, you spoke words that seemed easily generalizable.

‘you been having so much fun?’ was the first words that escaped your lips, projecting lies immediately onto your child. oh, lord did this feel manipulative. your child was a victim of the apocalypse, not a resident of a soft play centre. something of a frustrated sigh escaped your lips, as your child only stared at you, reaching out to tap at your neck. it’d be easier if she just cried - at least she’d still be showing signs of active participation.

‘your mama - i think she’s stopped - i think, maybe -’ yet you couldn’t so much as choke out the words, without an angry tear slipping down from your eye. ‘maybe i’ve stopped trying for you, and i haven’t realised, and-’ the rest of the group were further back, far enough back that you could sit yourself down on the road, holding your baby up, so you could clearly see her red, heated cheeks, and sweating head. ‘i’m really sorry, but that’s not enough, and-’

a familiar tap of a foot behind you, and you couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut momentarily. this wasn’t how parenthood was meant to be - your husband, your child’s father, walking in on you holding up your baby and crying over her lack of food and drink. yet, here he was, and his reaction was worth waiting for.

you, from the burning sun, were practically sizzling, so he approached with such gentleness, it only made another small sob escape your lips. ‘yea, i know.’ he mumbled, placing a dirtied, yet, to you, incredibly gentle hand on your wrist, reaching over to press a quick and soft kiss to his baby girl’s forehead. ‘i know, i know, but-’

and daryl paused. you hadn’t expected that. he could spew out pointless lies with the best of them, but with you, he could never. his pause delivered truth into his next words.

‘you’re doing the best you can.’ it was enough for you to melt, because although it didn’t feel enough, from such a hard-working individual, it felt, indescribably, a message that provided safety to your beating heart. ‘for us, and for ‘er, and for the future of-’ he gestured back to the group, all gathered aimlessly. ‘our baby will know the choices we woulda’ made, if we coulda’.’ you couldn’t disagree with that. it wasn’t your fault that streams didn’t flow nearby, that it was summertime, that the berries on bushes had already been picked.

cupping a hand around your back, the archer wasted no time in gently assisting you to stand, before lifting his baby’s body to his hip. a soft crinkle from her nose, and an even softer sneeze from the girl, and you couldn’t help but both let out a tiny, fortunate laugh. and as a splotch of water fell upon your shoulder, then another on daryl’s crossbow, then a final one on your daughters head, you quickly gained the most amount of hope you’d ever felt, let alone after days of hardships.

‘an’, anyway -’ your husband continued, throwing your daughter slightly up, before catching her and chuckling at her squeals. ‘we don’ need mother nature. we’ll just tell baby that you control the weather, how about tha’?’ the squeal from his daughter, and the grin from his wife felt better than any amount of rain, but he supposed he’d keep that to himself.

#twd #thewalkingdead #the walking dead #daryl dixon x you #dad!daryl #daryl dixon #twd daryl dixon #mom!reader #twd season 4 #girl dad daryl #light angst with happy ending #daryl dixon x reader

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letterstodixon · 4 months ago

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oldies station (pt. II)

modern au!

summary: Daryl has been avoiding his past as much as possible, but inevitably he runs into it again.

pairing: daryl dixon x f!reader

word count: 2373

warnings: a few cuss words. paragraphs in italics indicate flashbacks. not proofreading.

divider by @/saradika-graphics

a/n: as i said, i'm making this a mini series (for now), so the cliffhanger is completely intentional. thank you so much for the support on the first part, hope you enjoy this one as well! <3

taglist: @vaniniweenie

The typical sound of forks clanking against plates and voices could be heard in the room. Daryl looked around, his elbows resting on the table, while his fingers were intertwined, acting as a support for his chin. Somehow, some way, he felt comfortable and familiar with this situation. The Grimes family had come into his life by chance, and although it took him a while to get over the suspicion that they were not what they seemed, he confirmed that yes, they were that incredible. Then, he was introduced to their friends, and Daryl had been adopted as part of that group. Those weekend meetings were part of a routine, but that day, there were only the Grimes, Glenn and Maggie, and Carol with her daughter, Sophia. Some were missing at the table, but there would be a chance to repeat the moment next week.

"Earth to Daryl." A voice, which he recognized as Carol's, made him come out of his thoughts. Blinking a couple of times, he turned to look at her, sitting next to him, while everyone seemed to be watching him.

"What?" he asked, frowning slightly, as he shifted in his seat. He felt uncomfortable having all eyes on him.

"Carl asked if you could pick him up tomorrow from school." Rick repeated, chuckling slightly. Sophia let out a laugh, turning to look at the boy in question.

"Oh so you go to school? You're not as illiterate as you seem!"

"Sophia!" Carol scolded her.

"Shut the hell up!" Carl replied, leaning partially over the table, not taking his eyes off Sophia. Judith laughed, shaking her head.

"Swear jar!"

"Carl, enough." Rick said. Everyone at the table laughed, while the teenagers continued to look at each other with a certain amount of disdain. Rick sighed, turning his gaze to Daryl. "Can you do that for us? I know I'm asking a lot but..."

"S' no problem. Do I have to bring Jude too?"

"Nope, we're having a girls day tomorrow after school! Right?" Maggie intervened, who was sitting in front of the girl, extending her arm while wriggling her fingers, Judith doing the same and smiling at her aunt.

"Yeah!" Jude exclaimed excitedly. Gasping, she hit her forehead with the palm of her hand. "I forgot to finish my art project! Be right back." As the girl ran up to go to her room, everyone looked at each other, laughing.

"Didn't you have a project to finish too, huh?" Michonne asked, turning to see Carl, who rolled his eyes.

"That was like a week and a half ago. But you know, Y/N is the coolest, she wouldn't rush or pressure us into doing anything." He replied, picking up his glass to take a sip of soda, glancing at Daryl out of the corner of his eye. Hearing her name, he felt his stomach drop to the floor, the phone in his pocket weighing more than usual. How had it been almost two weeks since the message? He still hadn't responded, and he didn't know how to do so.

"Y/N is the art teacher?" Rick asked, to which his son nodded.

"Yup. Ask Daryl, he's her friend."

"Your friend? Since when?" Glenn chimed in, too intrigued to keep quiet while the rest talked. Maggie turned to look at him amused, shaking her head.

"Uh, yeah. She was a friend of mine." Daryl cleared his throat, nodding. He didn't know how to get out of this situation —again— thanks to Carl. "Long time no see."

"Carl said she is, you said was. What is it?" Michonne asked, as incisive as ever. He couldn't help but rub his palms against his pants, trying to get rid of the sudden sweat.

"Was m'fault. Kid's right, she's cool." He simply answered. Two weeks had passed without him turning his thoughts to that place he didn't want to return to: you. He regretted being a coward, but it was better for both of you not to be around anymore, and he would do everything possible to make that happen. In fact, he never deserved a friendship like yours.

Even though everyone at the table continued with their conversation and moved on from the topic, respecting that Daryl preferred not to go into detail about you, he couldn't help but feel Carl's gaze on him for the rest of the night. Was he making the wrong decision?

Stopping the bike in front of the school, this time at the correct building, he got off the bike, leaving the helmet on the seat. It wasn't common for him to wear it, but he knew he would need it for Carl. Being in that place, once again, was making him nervous. The boy knew how to act to intimidate him in some way, and while his parents preferred him to go home accompanied, Daryl knew that the teen had been behind that plan.

Before he even had time to think about what would happen if Carl didn't show up on time and where he should look for him, he started to hear voices, teenagers leaving the school with red, sweaty faces, evidence that they had had gym class. Suddenly, those voices started to get louder, making Daryl frown, sneaking closer to the entrance. It sounded like a fight.

"What's wrong with you?! They're kids! Students! Your students." A female voice said, anger visible in her voice. As he approached, the few boys who had left turned to see what was happening in the hallway.

"Oh c'mon, doll! Cut me some slack, would you? It's not that fucking d—" A man responded, being interrupted by the same voice from before, trying to cover him up.

"It is! It is that deep, you were yelling horrible things at them!"

"Because they need to grow a fucking backbone!"

When Daryl reached the school entrance, you appeared in his vision, in front of a man dressed in gymnastics —the gym coach, he assumed— who was watching you with a mocking smile, while you had to look up slightly to see his face. Carl, with desperation written on his face, was at your side, along with two other classmates. Without hesitation, he walked up the steps to enter the school, standing close to you but not interrupting.

"No, they don't! They are teens. You should stop trying to give them reasons to drop out of school," you said, lowering your voice, a sigh leaving your lips before continuing, "you should give them reasons to stay, Negan. This is supposed to be a safe place."

After speaking, almost as if you had sensed his presence, you turned to look at him with a certain confusion on your face, frowning. Daryl couldn't identify what was happening to you, but he decided to take matters into his own hands.

"Enough, we're leavin' right now. Let's go." He said quietly, motioning for Carl to start walking, one of his hands placing itself on your shoulder for you to follow. Negan laughed, looking at him in disbelief.

"You need a guard dog now, huh? I thought you were better than that." He commented, clearly trying to be hurtful. Daryl couldn't care less what some idiot he just met thought of him, they were comments he'd heard all his life, for one reason or another, but he didn't want that comment to affect you. As he was opening his mouth to respond, your voice was heard.

"You keep telling yourself that, Negan. You're so miserable being human that you constantly need to make people feel like less of a person." You said, looking at him one last time before leaving the school, Daryl following close behind you with Carl, both of you turning to see the gym coach standing in the middle of the hallway, looking like he didn't understand what had just happened. As he walked away from the building, he stopped when he saw you doing the same, turning to look at him. Only then was he able to notice your red, glassy eyes, watching him with that expression he still couldn't decipher.

"I'm so sorry, Daryl. He had no right to say that to you." You said, your voice cracking, making Daryl's heart break. Years passed, and the only thing capable of making him want to cry were your own tears. Pressing his lips together, he shook his head as he huffed, brushing off the matter.

"Ain't what matters. Guy's an asshole, I can tell." He answered, turning to look at Carl, who nodded.

"Yeah, you know Negan. He's mean but he don't really mean what he says." The teenager intervened, causing you to let out a humorless laugh.

“He means everything he says because he hypes himself up by drowning other people.” Rolling your eyes, you brought your hand up to Carl’s hair, messing it up slightly. “Would you mind to leave me and Daryl alone for a bit, sweetheart?”

Carl nodded, giving you a side hug, which you returned with a big smile, as he turned to look at his uncle once more, eyes narrowing. Daryl looked between you and him, finally focusing his gaze on you. Having you face to face, this time alone, intimidated him. He had always been intimidated, in the best possible way. If he had the chance to look at other people, he would still choose to keep looking at you, because you were the only person capable of looking at him as if he really had a place in the world. As if he really mattered.

"I assume you didn't receive my text?" You asked, tilting your head slightly as you ran your ring finger across your eye, wiping away the excess tears that hadn't finished falling. He kept that unreadable expression, though he was afraid you could read it.

"Nah, I didn't." He said, feeling guilty almost instantly. "What did it say?"

"Carl sent me your number and I wanted to keep in touch with you, if that's okay. But if you don't want to, you know where I live." You said, making him hesitate for a moment. As far as he knew, you had moved out from that house a while ago, but...

"You're at yer mom's house?"

"Exactly. Well, at least in the house by the front, I constructed a mini house in the back, made myself a little art school so kids can hang out. Sometimes I help them with homework and stuff." You told him, pride evident in your voice. "You should stop by one day, you know my mom loved you."

Daryl nodded, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, nervousness stuck in his stomach at the mere thought of running into you again, and at the mention of your mother. Back in the day, it was just the two of you, and never—really, never—had been rude or violent towards Daryl, as people usually were. However, he didn't know how to let you know those fond memories or how to respond to that invitation, so he just responded with a low "m'kay."

"I should probably get going... Hope to see you soon, Dar. Take care." You said, giving him one last smile and a light caress on his arm before heading back to the parking lot, while he nodded slightly in greeting. He cringed at the nickname, since you had always called him that just to annoy him, but thinking about it, he had missed hearing you call him that. Turning to the side, he found Carl leaning against a tree, waiting for the conversation to end.

"Now I understand why you didn't thank me. Why didn't you answer her message?!" He whispered shouted, taking Daryl by surprise and making him back off a bit at Carl's hand movements.

"None of yer business, kid. Get on the bike." He said, passing him the helmet so he could put it on, which he obeyed, but not before complaining under his breath.

On the way to the Grimes’ house, his mind couldn’t get away from what you had said to Negan, how you had stood up for the kids, and most of all, he couldn’t ignore your invitation. Dropping Carl off safely at his home, he decided to take a few more laps around the neighborhood, deciding what to do. Finally, he found himself passing by that house he could easily recognize from his younger years, and although nothing had changed, he could notice that there were more plants on the porch and it was painted a different color, more vibrant than it once was. Your favorite. As he struggled, he could see you under the tree at the entrance of the house, your overalls stained with paint, as you scolded him once again.

"Stay still! I need to get your face correctly or my project will look like a mess." You told him, one hand on his jaw as you gently turned his face, the other hand holding the pencil firmly on the paper.

He huffed, annoyed at having to stay still for so long. "Shoulda get a better model, girl." As he spoke, he noticed how you rolled your eyes in response, shaking your head. "What?"

"You, Daryl Dixon, don't see yourself as I do." You replied, a smile appearing on your face as you tapped his nose with your index finger, causing his face to instantly turn red. "The only thing you can see is the bridge of your nose, and I'm not even sure that you actually see it."

Daryl never quite understood what you meant by that, but he stayed still the rest of the time you needed, learning to enjoy the moments that would later serve as fuel to keep him going. He was still afraid —sometimes— that his tank would run dry, that he would have to live remembering what you were like, but at that very moment he decided that he didn't want to feel what losing you was like again. Getting off his motorcycle, he left it at the side of the house, taking a seat on the front steps, ready to wait for you, turning to look in confusion when he heard the front door open.

"What are you doing here?"

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kenmjiro · 1 year ago

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Innocent brat +18 | Carl Grimes (TWD)

Teen! Carl Grimes x ¡Adults! Fem Reader

TWS: NSFW, jealous! Reader, 18+ SMUT, dom/sub, oral sex, implied virgin!, inexperienced! Carl, lots of cum, overstimulation, drinking, Nude, age gap, raw sex, hormonal teen, obsession, exhibitionism, wet pussy.

From the porch of my house I watch the new survivors pass through the gates of Alexandria. They are a small group in which I see that they are carrying a baby... It has been so long since I have seen a baby. Unintentionally, a small smile sneaks onto my lips.

My brown eyes follow attentively as the new ones move through the streets and stop right next to my house. The one who looks like the teenager of the group repairs my presentation and makes a face. He is very pale and has a beautiful bluish look. I wink at him for fun and he soon looks away, totally embarrassed.

The next few days I spend watching him as if he were a crazy stalker, throwing him flirtatious glances and smiles that are not reciprocated.

Brats.

From time to time I approach those in his group and try to get along with some of them. The teenager's father trusts me right away and recommends that I be friends with his son Carl. She says he has a hard time making friends who aren't his age.

“I don't know, Rick,” I complain after seeing how his son greets us politely and goes into his house with the girl in his arms. “Your son is difficult, he doesn't talk to me much. On the other hand, with Jessie's children he has better communication. Even with Enid.”

Rick laughs and continues to stare at his hands.

“I think my son likes you.”

A little more and I spit out the coffee that the man has invited me. He laughs again and I feel ashamed as he hasn't done that in a long time. He was normally a straight-laced girl and I didn't care what people thought of me. But when Rick said Carl liked me, I felt a little intimidated.

“How old is he?”

“18”

A mocking smile comes to me and any trace of shyness evaporates into thin air.

“So I'm only two years older than him, interesting.”

“Why this sudden change?”

I shrug and take another sip of the sweet coffee.

“I thought he was smaller and that's why he treated him like Jessie's children. At first I thought about hitting on you but it seems like you're with Michonne, it's a shame you're not single. We wouldn't have had fun together” I raise my eyebrows repeatedly and show him an arrogant smile.

Rick laughs like a child at my joke and taps my head several times.

“You are very funny. I like you.”

“I know.”

Saturday arrives and the community leader informs us that there will be a party, there are no reasons, it will just happen and that's it.

“What could I wear today?” I ask Aaron.

The man looks at me curiously and goes into my room.

“That white jumpsuit is pretty, why don't you wear it?”

“I want something that's easy to take out.”

Aaron puts his hands over his mouth and lets out a little scream.

“Should I be afraid that my daughter is thinking about dirty things?”

He threw the first thing he found at his head and he quickly dodged it. I decided to live with Aaron and his boyfriend at the time they found me almost dying, they took care of me as if I were one of his family.

“I don't think about dirty things,” I complain, making a big childish pout. “It's just that I want to wear something comfortable. Besides, if I want to pee it will take me two years with the monkey and people outside will think I have diarrhea or something similar.

Aaron nods after letting out a thousand laughs and heads towards my closet.

“This is perfect.”

He smiled from ear to ear when he saw the blue ruffled dress. He accompanied the wardrobe with sandals and his hair down.

Once at the leader's house I talk about trivial things with people and from time to time I pretend to drink soda when in reality I drink beer as if it were water. I hated strong alcoholic beverages and beer suited me wonderfully with its flavor. I say goodbye to a neighbor who is boring me with a new recipe that she has discovered and I go out to the porch.

I turn my head and not far away I see Carl and Enid striking up a conversation. They seem to be having fun.

“You do not drink?” A voice asked behind me.

“Do you want a sip of my Coca Cola ?”

Rick shrugs and agrees to my request.

“Beer, huh?”

“Yep. I can't go through the holidays without a little alcohol in my system.”

I rest my hands on the railing and tilt my head toward the sky. The night is beautiful and refreshing. Rick accompanies me in silence while he sips his glass of unknown liquid.

I turn my eyes towards Carl for the umpteenth time and feel annoyed by the close proximity he has with Enid.

“I'm going to go to sleep,” I mutter and leave my empty can on the floor. “I'm kind of tired.”

Rick nods and bids me goodnight m. I go down the few steps and accidentally or out of drunkenness I give Carl a slight push.

“Be careful,” he warns, raising his voice.

I laugh very softly and continue down the road to my house. But I'm counting the steps because I don't feel like going in yet.

“You look like a turtle.”

I stop walking when I hear his voice and turn behind me.

“Oh wow, you know how to talk” I mock him and see the confusion in his eyes.

“Are you drunk?”

“My God, Carl Grimes, I really know how to talk.”

I come back I let out several laughs and decide to return to my path.

“You intimidate me.”

For the second time my feet stop

“That?”

Carl closes the distance and I feel dizzy again, I don't even know why I feel that way anymore. It's not that he drank too much either.

“Every time you try to talk to me I am unable to continue the conversation because you intimidate me”

“I don't mean to do that, Carl, I just want us to get along.”

“I know, but I don't know what's wrong with you. I get nervous when you're around, I feel like words get stuck on my tongue, that's why I don't want to talk. I.."

Fuck it. I closed the distance and with amazing speed he placed my hands on his shoulders, pulling him towards me. Carl looks at me and hesitates for a few seconds on what to do, he ends up placing his hands on my waist. The closeness is minimal and he can feel the warmth of his breath hit my face. The brat is so tall that he is almost a head taller than me.

“I like you, Carl, I like you a lot. And I don't know what you did to get it. Because you are not that handsome, even your father is and he is older.”

Carl laughs.

“You think I'm very handsome,” he says with a huge smile.

“Suddenly you're more confident,” he joked.

“He knows that I reciprocate, he gives it to me.”

Our noses collide as he leans in a little and I feel something stir inside me.

“And now is when you kiss me…” I whisper as I bury my fingers in his hair, it is long and soft. Wow.

Carl doesn't hesitate this time and he doesn't take long to place his thin lips on mine. We slowly move our heads and set a certain rhythm, while our tongues play timidly.

Since when haven't I kissed someone? Asking myself that question while I continue kissing Carl makes me think about other things. He becomes much more attached to my body and I try not to be surprised when I feel him moan into my mouth.

We're in an apocalypse so I suspect he hasn't had a girl his age to share fluid and that shit that hormonal people do. Yes, I am another. But I'm not going to say it out loud.

A gasp escapes my lips as Carl pulls away, nibbling on my lower lip.

I'm hot.

Ablaze.

“Do you want to come to my house?” He asked after thinking it over for a while. “No one will bother us.”

Who invites a boy to his house so quickly? Well, there are no rules to follow and I didn't think I would feel bad about it.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes and you?”

“If you want, so do I.”

Carl smiles and lets himself be guided to my beautiful home.

Once in my room, it doesn't take long for him to start the round of kisses again. He corners me against the wall and timidly touches part of my waist and butt.

“I haven't been with someone in a long time,” I admit without much shame, “so I hope you're a gentleman.”

Carl lets him touch me and places both hands on my cheeks.

“I am a Virgin.”

Holy shit.

“Am I going to be the first girl? I thought you had something going on with Enid.”

He quickly denies.

“She's just a friend, nothing more. And yes, you are going to be the first and I hope the last.”

She smiled tenderly and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Undress me and touch me. Don’t be afraid, Carl explore your curiosity.”

The boy licks his lips and directs his hands towards the straps of my dress. He lowers them slowly and with that, the dress falls to the floor. He looks with admiration at my body, which is still covered with my underwear.

“You're beautiful”

I don't feel self-conscious about looking at him or being exposed to him. I don't have to have a complex about my body, my big thighs, my stretch marks or my cellulite. After all, I love myself a lot, I'm a plus-size hottie and fuck stereotypes.

Carl smiles and closes the distance between us again. He kisses me slowly and asks me to undress him. My hands shake a little so he calms me down saying that there is no rush and that we have all the time in the world. He huffed and tried to calm me down, so he started to unbutton my plaid shirt. Carl takes off his shoes and lets me take off his pants.

We both were left in our underwear. Carl allows me to look at his body and what catches my attention the most is his prominent erection. Phew.

“What should I do?” He asks with his hands tilted to the sky.

He smiled.

“Take off my panties”

Carl squats down and reaches with both hands to the sides of my underwear, pulling them up and sliding them down my legs. I kick him away and try not to laugh at the shock on his face.

“Can I touch you there?”

Listening to his questions and noticing the innocence in each one turns me on more and I become moister in a surprising way. I swallow and nod my head, but it's not enough for him, he wants to listen to me.

“I already told you Carl, you can touch me.”

Carl knows I give him the green light and he begins to explore my most intimidating area. His fingers settle into my folds and he gently touches and rubs. I throw my head back before his inexperienced caresses, which turn me on very much.

“Oh fuck!” I squeal as soon as I feel his tongue slide right there.

I don't I hoped he would dare to jump in so quickly.

“I have hurt you? She asks, turning away from her with the look of a scared lamb.

“Is not perfect.”

Carl smiles sideways and I feel his confidence increase. He places his hands on my buttocks and buries his face against my center. He wails and tortures me.

I bury my fingers in his hair and pull him closer to me.

“Umh..yeah…like that…”

Carl increases his kissing and licking, making me lose my bearings.

“I'm going to cum if I keep it up, you have to enjoy it too.”

Carl's eyes light up and he soon stands up. I remove my bra without much thought and head towards my drawer to get a condom. I hand it to him and he looks at me doubtfully.

“Your sister is beautiful and very little, you wouldn't want her to be an aunt at that age, would you?”

He denies repeatedly and gets the message. Carl undoes his boxers and his erection points in my direction.

Let the fun begin.

He pulled his hand and motioned for him to sit on my bed. I kneel before him and ask him to open the package.

“Do you want to put it on or should I?”

“You do it”

I nod. He quickly slid the condom and after giving a couple of applause I sat up. My hands are placed on his shoulders and Carl holds my hips, so I can sit astride him. He grabbed his member and placed it gently over my entrance, he pushed my body down and took a few breaths to get used to the new sensation.

Carl snorts and throws his head back. I gain momentum and begin to take small jumps.

He digs the pads of his fingers into my buttocks and helps me push myself up, he releases me and I swallow his suddenly hard erection again. We repeat the same action several times and we both continue moaning. The only thing you can hear in the room is the clash of our bodies, our heavy breathing, our moans and the smell of sex.

“I love you…” he growls under his breath and plants a kiss on my lips.

I move from front to back, slowing down. Carl puts our foreheads together and a couple of minutes later he climaxes.

“You're quite a man now,” he joked, trying to catch his breath.

“Can we repeat as soon as I recover?”

Seat.

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misguidedasgardian · 7 months ago

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Wild Cats (Part XII)

XII. Hardhome

MASTERLIST

Summary: A ray of hope after weeks of… darkness

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, cannibalism, they eat dogs :(, might miss some warnings but you know what this is about, right?

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Sorry for the rambles, In this chapter i break the remaining ice and the doubts of reader, she had been getting too much into her own head… you know? weeks on the road not knowing what they were gonna find, going hungry and walking all day, one tends to get in their own heads… anyways… things finally get to a halt here…

You were near Noah’s place.

According to him, it was a safe community, with gates and all, and if we played our cards nicely, we could all stay there, he was over excited and Beth was too, and you had a sinking feeling on your stomach you couldn’t quite identify, you didn’t know if it was because you were nervous about going into someone else’s community, or for imminent danger.

You had found two cars, both runned down and in the brink of exploding, one of then was an old chevy SUV, and the other was an even older van

Only the SUV was working, Abraham insisted he could fix the Van, and as he, Rosita and Eugene did, Rick went forwards and formed a group, which was going to be the advanced group. Those were Rick, Michonne, Tyresse, Glenn, Beth, and Noah. And they left, starting driving north, you were shy of 200 miles from reaching Noah’s community

You stayed back with the rest

As the mechanical team tried to fix the van, you set guards with Daryk and the others

Carol and him went first, and you stayed back with Tara.

Maggie stayed inside the warehouse with Carl and Judith.

You took turns to mount guard, and now, it was your turn to go inside with the rest, the sun had already set, and it was pitch dark already outside, a cold lingering in the environment. The Warehouse was nice, very modern, it had a hard cement floor and a floor and a half of height, no rooms but a small office. You had lit a fire inside of a cut out oil drum, and all of the giruo gathered around it.

Maggie walked towards you, with baby Judith in her arms.

You didn’t want to sound dramatic or even paranoid, but they were all looking at you, seemingly watching your reaction, as they had been talking about you

They had been, but you didn’t know that, they had been talking about how you had become distant, and they wanted to change that.

“Here, hold her for sec”, said Maggie, handing you Judith over

“Oh no…”, you tried to deny her, but it was useless, you took the baby girl into your arms, as you looked at you with her big eyes. You were not a monster, and, she was so sweet.

The only babies you had ever held were your nephews and nieces, all of them far away from now. Rick had neve asked you to hold his daughter, and you believed that it was because he didn’t trust you with her.

But this… you looked at Maggie as she gave you reassuring smile, and you smiled back at her

She trusted you, so did Rick, so did Daryl…

You accommodate her more into your hip as she seemed contented as she smiled at you, she was so small, a year and a half maybe, but she was a sweet baby

“She likes you”, said Carl with a soft smile, nodding at you, you smiled back

It felt nice, to hold a baby in your arms, like you said, it's been a while, and her very existence was the irrefutable proof that the world might be healing… that there was a chance for human kind.

You started rocking her, cooing at her, making funny faces until you got a couple of giggles out of her.

“Who is the sweetest girl in all the land?”, you asked teasingly. She reminded you so much of the babies in your family you felt your chest tightening. But at the same time, it felt kind of comforting. “You?”, you teased, tickling her with one of your hands, she giggled even louder, “is that you?”

Daryl entered the room at this point, the scene made hims top on his tracks, looking at you wide-eyed

“Look who’s there, uncle Daryl”, you teased, turning around

Oh this was doing things to him

But he smiled softly, as he was watching you finally clicking inside of the group, as the past few weeks you had been drifting a bit

“She tends to do that,”, Maggie whispered in his ear making him jump on his spot, “cheering people up”, she said, referring to baby Judith.

How could you ever think about leaving the group? Daryl had said it, and you now were believing it.

You were aprt of the family

And together, with this strange group of different people

You could do anything

You were going to face DC and whatever lies within

You were going to make it, you were going to face whatever it came, and someday, hopefully soon, you were going to find a home in which you could settle, maybe lay on some roots, and grow.

You didn’t return Judith to Maggie, that night, she curled up against you, you cuddled her against your chest and she slept in your arms until you placed her in a wooden box you found in the office, of course made comfortable by a bunch of blankets the team carried with them

Only after you had made sure she was fast asleep, you dared to found a comfortable spot and remove your boots

Your dirty socks were now bloodied, and take them out had ripped off the thin layer of a new scab that was forming, making the small wounds on your feet to bleed again

“Here, I found this”, muttered Rosita, giving you a small first aid kits

“No, what if someone needs them?”, you asked her

“You need them, those could get infected, and that will be an issue”, she said, you nodded, “need some help?”

“I think I’m fine”, you said, you had to bite your own lip not to scream at the sharp pain, when you cleaned them with alcohol, you felt a bit cowardly, but those motherfuckers stung!, but you managed to patch yourself up pretty decently

“Ya’ alright?”, asked Daryl, sitting by your side

“Yeah”, you muttered, with a soft smile, “just a couple of blisters exploded inside my thick boots”, you said crudely, you had to let the wounds “breathe”, so they were going to heal better and faster, tomorrow you’ll apply some more alcohol and that…

“Wanna sleep a bit?”, you asked him

“Ya’ go to sleep”, he said a bit defensively

“Fine”, you said with a smile, you watched around, Carl was asleep with Judith in the office, Abraham and Rosita had taken the van, you tried to ignore the wobble of the whole thing.

Maggie was on watch duty too, with Tara

You went to sleep that night, in turns, with a smile on your face, feeling safe, like they have your back, because they did.

You had to keep that hope up, no matter how you were hurt.

No matter also that the very next day Rick hit you up in the walkie talkie, as you just went into the rute with the freshly fixed Van

“It’s gone”, he said over the radio, and everybody could listen it, “all of it, it’s gone”

There was a silence on the vehicle, you could actually hear dreams breaking, hope being destroyed, and you could only think about Noah, as you cradled Judith, although you were not specially excited about becoming her primary caretaker right now…

But anyways

It was something that had been on your mind, Noah’s community being runned, but it was a reality now.

“What are we gonna do?”, you asked, Carol looked back at you

“We meet at the “rendezvous” point”, she said firmly, “we go from there”

“What the hell does that mean?”, asked Daryl

“it’s french, it means meeting”, you said softly, he frowned at you

“Ya’ speak french?”

“I just know the more popular words”, you answered with a soft smile

You felt a lump in your throat, the reality hitting you in waves, the fact that you didn’t have a safe place to be yet, and you were on the wind… once again.

And the worst piled up, as you received new that the team’s SUV didn’t work anymore and they were on foot, as it was magic, your own van dropped shortly after, leaving you roughly a hundred miles separated from your friends.

What a shitty situation

But you were not going to let go of your new found hope so easily, if everything was happening, is because you were certain there was something betterfor you all, you had to believe it.

So you were on your feet again, walking and then walking some more.

You walked in the rearguard, hand in your holdster and the other in your ax, you had come across some fuckers, but nothing you couldn’t handle

Eugene and Maggie with the kids were walking in the middle of the group, flanked by Rosita and Abraham, Tara and Sasha were walking behind, Carol was leading the group, followed closely by Gabriel,

It’s like everybody took their spots naturally at this point

Daryl always disappeared in the flanks, appearing after a couple of hours with a fresh hunt

And when he was near you, he was walking by your side. You looked at him and smiled softly, you enjoyed his company, always a soft and comfortable silence as you were

“Tell me something I don’t know”, you invited him, he looked at you and raised one of his eyebrows in question

“wha’?”, he asked

“Tell me something about you”, you said, “did you have a family?”

“I had a brother”, he said shortly, “i lost him a year back”

“I’m sorry”, you said

“He was a prick, but he was still my brother”, he said lightly, he looked back at you and seemed like he had so much to say, a story behind it, but he didn’t say a anything else, “got a dad when this shit started too”, he kept drawling, with his accent you liked so much. You just looked at him in question, “I ain’t sad he is gone though”, he said shortly

And you understood it

“He was more of a prick uh?”, you asked

“Yeah”, he said lightly, “How ‘bout you?”

“I had a mother, a stepfather, two siblings and nephews and nieces”, you said, “and many more before this started… I don’t know if… I still have someone out there”, you said, trying not to think about it, in our mind, they were all fine, together, on an island.

The uncertainty would have killed you if you didn’t have to fight for your life every day, distracting you.

“DId you live in Atlanta?”, you asked then, he looked back at you

“Yeah”, he said simply, “you?”, you smiled at him, and the name of your country just flew out of your mouth like it was nothing, it seemed so foreign, you didn’t think you had said it since this started, and it sounded weird

You miss it, you miss the world as it was, but, who didn’t?

“What were you doing after this?”, you asked him, you remembered that night and conversation with Abraham, how tense he got, he hadn't answered, and know you felt like you were in prison, nobody asked you who you were “before”, is not how things worked anymore. But you really wanted to get to know him better, and for that great rewards, you had to take some risks

“I…”, he seemed to doubt, to think about it, “didn’ do much”, he said, “just going around with my brother, up to no good”, he seemed conflicted at his confession, and then he raised his eyes from the road ahead of him and looked at you, frowning

Quick! change the subject

“When did you met Rick and the others?”, you asked

“First I met Carol, and Glenn of those who are left”, he said, “of a trafficjam outside of Atlanta”, he said softly

He didn’t have the heart to tell you that he and Merle decided to camp with the others to rob them, but then he decided against it, despite Merle’s protests and insults.

It had been so long ago

He was a different person now.

“How did you found RIck and Carl?”

“Carl found me on a roof”, you said with a smile, “decided to take me in”, he chuckled

“He asked you the questions?”

“He did”, you said with a soft smile, he nodded with a soft smile, “great kid”, you admitted, looking at wearer of the sheriff hat walking in front of you

He wanted to ask you back more questions, but you walked on silence, one step at a time

It took you two days to meet Rick’s gorup again, and their tiredness and hopelessness was evident.

Contrary to what you believed, the soldier trio as you called them were not the first ones to break, it seemed like Eugene had squashed whatever hope they had the hardest, so they now were hopeful to anything they could find, so they were the pens who kept it together.

You had formed a friendship with Rosita, Tara and Maggie, the former teaching you so many cool survival stuff, like how to create a water filter, with just different kinds of rocks.

You kept walking towards DC, now wordlessly, you didn’t even know where to start.

The group was crumbling, but you tried to keep it together, taking care of Judith, mounting guard, helped to keep the hunter of the group more comfortable, making sure he stayed hydrated and took some decent hours of sleep each night, as he slept by yours or Carol’s side.

It was sad to say, that you were getting used to being in the wild

That is, until resources started to be dangerously scarce…

Starting by the water.

You were starving, you were dehydrated, and you felt like you were about to collapse

“What this it?”

You looked back at the small horde of walkers that were coming after you, like vultures, hoping one of you lost the footing and fell, for you to make a mistake

It was until you were on a bridge that RIck decided to command you to take care of them

It wasn’t confrontational, but you were to push them down towards a ditch.

You were so tired you didn’t think you’d had the energy for anything else.

You let them reach you and you grabbed the first one and threw him off the bridge. the second one proved itself more feisty, so you had to take out your axe

You did not believe in letting them “keep walking”, you were more into eliminating them permanently.

You did that until all of them were gone, and then you kept walking

“I’m starting to think we should have stayed in those houses”, Daryl muttered hopefully, looking at you, you looked back at him.

“Mee too”, you admitted

“We are close to DC”, Rick said out loud, “we need to keep going”

Yeah, we needed to keep going

A big city meant there were more places where you can find food, canned goods, supplies, they might all be sacked, but in this big world, there were still hidden places with useful things on them.

“Say nothing”, demanded Daryl, as he walked by your side, “I think someone had been following us”

“Really?”, you asked

“Got nothin’ to show for it”, he said, “but yeah”

“Friend or foe?”, you asked

“Don’t know”

But if someone was indeed following you, and you trusted Daryl completely, nobody showed themselves to be.

And the fact that you had to eat wild dogs to survive the very next day made you hope those who were watching were deterred from doing something to you…

You didn’t feel great about it, but this was about living, surviving, and you hoped you didn’t have to do it again.

The very next day, as your eyesight was tunneling, you found gallons of water on the road, apparently, laid down for you to take

“From a friend”, it read, you watched Daryl carefully, who seemed mistrustful of it

To the surprise of all, Eugene took one bottle, ready to try it, but Abraham slapped it off of his hands.

“We cannot trust this”, said Rick angrily

You were going to take a bottle and drink it yourself, but Daryl grabbed you by the hand the second you were going to move, preventing you from doing so.

But as you were going to protest, you were interrupted by a lightning, sounding far away, but with it, came rain.

It hit you from one moment and to the next, you were soaked

You actually cheered when you felt the liquid of life hitting your face, you spread your arms wide and enjoyed it. Everyone in the group were so excited, except JUdith, who cried as she didn’t like it at all, but it was still a very enjoyable moment

“Grab what you can! with whatever you have!”, said Rick and he was right, you needed to gather it. You used a trekking water bottle, those with wide necks, to gather some water.

But the joy suddenly turned to worry, as darker and darker clouds were on the horizon.

“I know somewhere we can go!”, said Daryl, leading you away from the bottles and into the woods

You saw a small barn where you could seek shelter, and the rain started to become more and more intense.

A whole storm broke out, as you took a walker that was in the small room in the back of the barn, a woman, who couldn’t take it anymore. It was sad, really

“She had a gun, she could have shot herself”, muttered Carol, watching the scene

“Some people can’t give up”, said Daryl, “like us”, he gave you a look and returned to the main space

The night quickly fall over you and with it, a full storm started to rage, to shake the barn to its core.

Carl had fallen asleep like a log, after eating the squirrels Daryl had hunted for you.

You curled up on the floor, the archer by your side and Rosita on your other side. Rick ont he other side of Daryl

They had managed to set a fire, and you tried to relax, but the storm raging outside was proving to be difficult to that endeavor

“I used to feel sorry for kids that have to grow up now…”, said Rick, as he was talking to Carol, but now he was talking to the rest of you, “In this.. But now I think I got it wrong… Growing up is getting used to the world, it will be easier for them”

His words weighed on you, and what they meant, Rick looked positively feral, he had been through so much, twice as much because of the weight of his children on him.

“This isn’t the world”, said Michonne, the ambience was tense, many had gone to sleep, you couldn’t hold yourself up any longer and leaned into Daryl, he didn’t seem to mind as he relaxed his stance, ”this isn’t it”, said Michonne

It was idiotic to think you were going to live long enough to see the world back to the way it was before, eliminate the virus so the dead didn’t rise again? reinstate governments? start to create infrastructure again? you didn’t see it

“It might be”, said Gleen, looking at the flame in front of him

“That’s giving up!”, continued Michonne

“It’s reality”, he said back

“Until we see otherwise, that is what we have to deal with”, the sound of the storm was lulling you to sleep, going completely slack against the archer, who seeme to mold to your comfort.

“When I was a kid… I asked my grandpa once if he ever killed any Germans in the war…”, Rick’s voice felt further and further away, “...he wouldn’t answer, he said that was grown up stuff… so i asked if the Germans ever tried to kill him, but he got real quiet, he said he was dead the minute he stepped into enemy territory…”

You took a long breath, breathing Daryl in, the warmth of his skin against your cheek

“Every day he woke up and told himself… “rest in peace, now get up and go to war”, and then after a few years that he pretended he was dead… he made it out alive. That’s the trick of it, I think”

His rambles made more and more sense into your head

“We do what we need to do and then we get to libe… but no matter what we find in DC, I know we’ll be okay… because this is how we survive. we tell ourselves… that we… are the walking dead”, just as you were embracing this new reality, point of view, or whatever it was, Daryl whole body shook softly with the rumble of his voice

“We ain’t them”, he said decisively, he accommodated you even more against his side, placing his arm around your shoulders, and you finally fell asleep, cuddled against him.

You woke up startled, the sounds of wood crushing shook you to your core.

The doors of the barn threatened to burst open, and if the growling outside was of any indication, the storm wasn’t the only thing seeking destruction in the night.

Daryl was the first one to place his hands on the wood, pushing, perhaps that is why you realized what was happening

You were the second

“We need all hands in!”, you called, Rosita’s and Abraham’s hands were the next, and all of them followed, pushing the doors back to their place.

The gods forbid you have one peaceful night.

You didn't know then, then the very next day… you were going to find everything you were looking for.

Post chapter notes: yeah didn’t kill Tyresse either, I’m a softie

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lazyneonrabbitt · 7 months ago

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Lemon-aide

Daryl Dixon x reader

My entry for @ghostboneswrites2's summer challenge! I chose Lemonade as the prompt.

Fluff, slice of life.

🍋 Go join!! The deadline is August 31st 🍋

The summer heat was relentless.

All around the communities were kiddie pools set up, paradols of all sides stood in front yards to create more shade for everyone.

During the day all the children lived out of the pools. Parents stayed on their porch to watch and for a moment the outside world was forgotten.

"Hey girlie, come and bring me some of that good stuff!" One of the young adult residents found it unfair you were watching Grace and Judith at the side of the inflatable pool and bringing them cool lemonade from the fresh fruits in the garden.

"This is for the kids." You stood and pointed at the pitcher in your hands. "Go get your own fruit from the pantry." With a kind gesture of sticking out your tongue you put the pitcher back in the shade of the umbrella you had on the ground next to the pool.

"Auntie, why won't you share?" Grace questioned as she sipped from her cup of lemonade.

"Yeah, it's so warm. Sharing is good!" Judith happily added in her matter of fact tone.

Being stared down by the two little girls had you at a loss for answers. They were way too smart and sassy for their own good.

Right at that moment Daryl came padding over, bare feet, loose jeans and a sleeveless top was his look for the day and if you weren't already melting from the sun, you would be from how good Daryl looked. "Oh, but I'll share." You took a cup and poured it full of lemonade before setting the pitcher back down and heading over to Daryl. "Hey Pookie, want some lemonade?" With the sweetest smile and a little shimmy you offered him the drink which he accepted with a great thanks. "Hmhm, tha's mighty sweet. Both yer offer and the drink, thanks sweetheart."

From the pool, Judith loudly welcomed Daryl back, to which he raised his cup and smiled at her. He followed along as you strode back to sit with the girls again under the shade of the large parasol that covered half of the pool. "You girls got it good, huh. A whole pool to yourselves." Daryl joined you on the ground and immediately got splashed with water.

Judith and Grace were all giggles and smiles as they had the time of their lives, all while you and Daryl shared drinks and glances.

The fun went on until the sun started setting and Aaron and Michonne came to get their daughters for bed

When the two adults returned there was a small campfire going across the street, casting a nice glow over the now dark area.

Daryl had excused himself for a moment as well, and you had almost forgotten the reason if you hadn't looked up at the night sky and saw the moon hang high and full among the stars set in darkness.

By now you were laying down on your back, stargazing in the grass with all the sun screens now closed again. It was so peaceful you hadn't even noticed Daryl coming back until he flopped down next to you, panting like crazy.

"Oh, you poor guy.." you sat up and ruffled his fur. "All that fluff must be torture for you now."

Daryl gave you a theatrical whine in return. "Yeahh.. so bad." While you were busy feeling bad for him he had his jaws around the cup at your side and threw his head back to down the sweet lemonade.

"Hey! That was mine, you ass." You frowned as you snatched the cup from his mouth. "If you're so hot go take a dip in the river." You wiped the drool of the cup with the bottom of your shirt and moved to fill it again.

Your back was turned for only a second when a large splash of water hit you. You were drenched in a second.

"Oh you little..." Turning around to smack him you saw Daryl lay curled up in the kiddie pool, a content look on his face and lazily blowing bubbles with his nose half under water. "Happy now?"

His head rose slightly, showing you a big smile. "Hmhmm yeah."

Not long after it wasn't as nice anymore. Daryl had moved his head over the inflated pool edge and poked your cup with his nose. "Please."

You rolled your eyes at him but agreed, giving him the small cup of lemonade before he went to grab at the pitcher. "Come on. S'too hot.." Daryl gave you the biggest puppy eyes he could and easily won you over.

"Fine, you win. Gimme a second." You got up and made your way inside the house, leaving Daryl confused by your sudden departure.

Inside you went to find the biggest container for water and filled it up, having found a round plastic tub that was a perfect makeshift punch bowl. At the counter you made quick work of chopping up lemons and tossed the fruits in the water, squeezing some others out into the water as well.

Taking the thing outside was more difficult than you thought. You had almost forgotten how heavy water got in high quantities.

"Here you go, you big puppy." Right at the edge of the pool you placed the large tub of lemonade down for your furry friend. "Happy now?"

Daryl franticly nodden his head and downed half the tub in one go before coming over to leave lemon flavored kisses all over you. As you struggled to get him off of you he grabbed at your sides with his wet paws and pulled you into the pool with him.

"This is my thanks for bringing you lemonade?" You busied yourself with wiping the hair out of your face and rubbing water from your eyes while Daryl only laughed. "Wanted you too. Also nice and sweet."

You loved that ever since Daryl was allowed to walk around in his changed form he had gotten more confident about himself, but you never thought bringing him some lemonade would have been the turning point for him to admit he liked you.

You were gonna bring him a refreshing drink more often.

A/N: It's been a while since I've entered a challenge! And you know I can't resist writing my AU as long as the challenge allows for it~

#sometimes I write #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd daryl #daryl x reader #twd #twd x reader #the walking dead #twd au #werewolves #werewolf

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 1 year ago

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close to home | chapter seventy four

plot: the return of the whisperers sends the reader into a spiral

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 3,872 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: enjoy the next chapter lovelies

Josie was giggling wildly as you blew raspberries into her stomach. The four-month-old baby sitting on your lap had blossomed into one of the most giggly babies, and you couldn’t resist tickling her or making her laugh somehow.

You smiled down at your daughter’s beautiful face before you scooped her up and pressed kisses on her fuzzy little head. Her hair was as dark as her daddy’s, with eyes as blue as the ocean not fifty yards from you.

“Ya ready?” Daryl asked from behind you.

You nodded and handed him Josie and watched his delicate touch. He gently bounced her up and down and kissed her cheek, only making her giggle even more. Which made Daryl smile so wide it made your heart flutter.

“I’m glad we brought her.” You leaned against the dresser. “I’m glad we brought all the kids.”

“Me too,” Daryl agreed quietly, focusing on his daughter. “We gonna have to bring her back lots so she can see the ocean.”

You grabbed your metal bow and ran your hands along the two names Daryl transcribed. Daryl Dixon and Josie Dixon, one on each limb of the bow. So, the two of you always knew what you were fighting to get home to.

“I’m excited to finally get to use this,” You shouldered the quiver and the bow. “Even though I’ve been practicing since you got it for me, killing walkers over the fence is not the same.”

Daryl didn’t answer you, and you looked over at him. He was too engrossed with Josie, playing with her in his arms. “Earth to Dixon. We got places to be.” You teased.

“How ‘bout ya go out there and I stay here?”

You snorted and walked over to him. “How about we both stay here?”

Daryl was about to agree to that when you both heard Michonne calling for you. He sighed loudly and kissed his daughter’s cheek. “Can’ ever get a damn minute.”

“Come on, old man. We got people to train. Let’s drop Josie off with the other kids and get going.”

***

You walked alongside Judith and Michonne, the bow heavy in your hands. You weren’t using it as an archery weapon today. You were using it as a sword. With the tips as blades, you needed more practice hand-to-hand with it than with an arrow. Which is what you’d been doing since arriving at Oceanside a few days ago.

So you walked with Michonne and Judith as Aaron called out formations and made calls. You glanced around at all the faces you rarely got to see. Most of them needed training to deal with walkers, and if the whisperers did return, they needed it for them, too. They needed to practice fighting in a group, in formations.

It reminded you of simpler times back at the prison.

Michonne called out for the hand-to-hand combat, and you followed her through the opening in the ranks toward the steady flow of walkers. You could feel Daryl’s eyes on you, ensuring you were okay.

The first walker you approached was gnarly. It was blotted with seawater, and its skin seemed like it was almost melting off. Seaweed was curled into openings in its body.

You grimaced as you twirled the bow in your hand before striking. With one sweep, the tip of the bow cut its head in two, and its body dropped. You spun around, ducking as another walker reached for you. With a swift kick to its back, it dropped. You grabbed your machete, tossing it in the air to catch it on a good angle, and brought it down into its skull.

When you heard Michonne yelling, you looked up to see Jerry and Ezekiel moving away from the door to the boat. Within a second, the door and the wall itself fell, and a dozen walkers poured out.

You smiled.

Formations were made as the training group launched an organized attack. You brought down walker after walker using the blade of the arrow. Each time it cut through a water-logged skull, you felt your adrenaline rush. Each twirl of your body, each pull and push. You felt more alive than you had in months, finally outside the walls of Alexandria.

You, Michonne, and Daryl took care of the outliers while the main group took on a majority of the walkers. So when they were all dead, everyone was breathing easier.

“That was actually fun,” You said as you approached Daryl.

“Ya sick sometimes, ya know that?” Daryl said to you as you washed the tips of your bow off in the waves. “Ya say the craziest shit sometimes.”

You laughed and slung the bow over your shoulder. “I’ve been locked away for months. This is the first time I’ve been out of Alexandria. Let me have my fun.”

Daryl swung his arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple. “Uh-huh, let’s just hope our daughter ain’ inherit ya psychopath genes.”

***

You were standing barefoot in the water with Josie on your hips, watching your friends pull in nets of fish. Kelly and Connie were among them, and you waited impatiently to speak to them. Something was off with Kelly, but you weren’t sure what it was. And Connie signed too quickly for you to understand. They arrived this morning, and you hadn’t had the opportunity to say hi to them.

But finally, she noticed you and the sisters walked over. Connie immediately cooed over Josie, and you were more than happy to let her hold your daughter for a while.

I’ve been working on my signing. Needed something to keep me from going crazy, you signed.

Connie gave you a surprised look. Damn, I finally see you again and you had your baby and are signing better? All I’ve done is garden.

You and Kelly shared a laugh, and she spoke as she signed. “Looks like you learned quite a bit. We heard her name is Josephine?”

“Josie for short. She’s four months old, happy, and healthy.” You said, your hands moving quickly so Connie could understand.

The three of you started talking about the mask Judith found earlier and the few search groups that went out to see if they could find anything. You all seemed worried, but you tried to reassure them that, hopefully, it was just the storm that brought it in. Still, with your luck, you doubted it.

Eventually, Daryl found you, and Kelly and Connie had to go back to work. So you soon stood smiling at Daryl while he held Josie.

“Carol don’ seem right,” Daryl said, his voice low. “Imma take her out and talk to her away from everyone. Wanna make sure she’s good. Ya gonna be okay here?”

You gave him a look and took Josie from his as he passed her on. “Yes, I think I will be perfectly fine, surrounded by all our friends. Go. Make sure she’s okay. She’s been on that boat since before the summer started.”

Daryl kissed the top of Josie’s head and then yours. “I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

“I’ll save you a dirty diaper.”

Daryl gave you a look as he walked away, and you laughed quietly and looked at your baby. “What do ya say, sweet girl? We save daddy a dirty diaper. Mommy doesn’t need to clean anymore ever again.”

Of course, the four-month-old only tried to grab your nose as a response, but you smiled regardless. “Alright, alright. Let’s get you fed, sweet girl.”

***

“(Y/N), where do babies come from?”

You looked up from a feeding Josie to see Judith staring at you with that quizzical look she had. It reminded you of her older brother. You cleared your suddenly dry throat. “Why are you asking about that?”

“Well, you and Daryl had a baby. And Michonne had a baby with Dad. I just wanted to know.”

You bit your lip as you switched Josie around. Judith had seen you breastfeed a million times by now because she wanted to know everything about everything. Still, you kept yourself covered. “Well, when two people love each other and decide together that they want to have a baby, they have to, um, have a special type of hug.”

Judith gave you that look that told you she wasn’t buying a word.

“Look, babe,” You said, “Why don’t you ask your mom this question, okay? I think she would much rather have this conversation.”

“But I wanna-.”

“Jude,” You gave her a warning tone. “I know you’re curious, and I love that about you, but right now, I’m trying to feed Josie. Do you wanna stay and talk about something much more interesting?”

She smiled and sat down on the couch next to you. “Can you tell me a story about me? About when I was a baby?”

You hummed as Josie finished, and you could finally start burping her. You stood up to do so, gently rocking her. “A story about when you were a baby. Okay, well, let’s see… did I ever tell you about what happened after we lost the prison?”

She shook her head.

“Well, I was with your aunt Carol and an old friend named Tyreese. We managed to get you out when you were probably about Josie’s age, maybe a little older. And we were on the road with you for days, missy.” You glanced at Judith, who was smiling.

“I bet I made lots of noise.”

“You sure did,” You smiled at the memories from so long ago. Had it really been so long? “But we kept you safe. And then we found our family and brought you back to your dad and brother.”

“Is that why mom used to let you take me outside the walls? Because you’ve taken care of me for so long?”

“Probably.” You said. Technically, you knew Judith longer than Michonne did. But you didn’t need to tell Judith that. Instead, you settled with a nicer version. “I’ve been caring for you your whole life, babe.”

Judith smiled and came over to you. She tickled Josie’s foot and looked up at you. “Just like you will for Josie. And I’ll watch over her, too.”

You chuckled and cupped her cheek. “Exactly. Now go find RJ and play, okay?”

***

An hour later, most of the scouting parties were back. Daryl was still off with Carol, but you weren’t worried about the two of them. Nothing could bring down those two. You’d told Michonne about Judith’s questions, who seemed less than thrilled.

You had just settled Josie in at Oceanside’s mini daycare for all the community's children when a bang louder than an explosion came from above, and you watched with wide eyes as something burned its way into the atmosphere.

“(Y/N)!”

You quickly grabbed Josie again and went to Michonne and the kids. Before you could even try processing what had happened, Eugene was calling from Alexandria with an urgent message, so you all ushered to the radio to listen to him rattle on about forest fires and tell Michonne we needed all communities pitching in.

Oceanside was a scramble as you and Michonne barked out orders. Groups were divided up, and water was getting geared up.

You were in the middle of talking to Connie when Daryl came to you. “We gotta get Josie with the other kids. Ya gonna stay with her?”

You shook your head and looked at the dark clouds of smoke a few miles west in the sky. “No. We need every hand we can get. There are enough people staying back to watch the community and kids. Judith will look after Josie.”

Daryl nodded and took the baby from your hands. “I’ll drop her off, I heard Michonne yellin’ for ya.”

You kissed your daughter’s head briefly before telling Daryl you’d meet him with the rest of the prepping community.

It killed you to leave your daughter because you hadn’t really left her since she was born four months ago. But the fire was important. So you looked back for only a second to see Daryl getting her settled with the rest of the kids, and then you went to find Michonne.

***

It was well into nighttime when the community got to the fire, and you worked tirelessly alongside Daryl and Michonne to get the gear out. You helped Daryl get the makeshift water tank on his back, and then he helped you into yours.

When you got the fire, you felt like passing out. It had already spread decently and was climbing up several trees. You looked up at Daryl, who seemed just as worried as you. And it didn’t help that you were in Alpha’s territory.

“Daryl…” You said.

He glanced down at you, and you could see the sweat on his face already. You knew yours matched. “Let’s just stay close, okay? Don’ need to be worryin’ ‘bout ya.”

You didn’t argue because you felt the same.

So you and he worked on the south side of the fire with Cyndie and a few other women from Oceanside, spraying water and hitting it with mopes as fast as you could. It seemed like nothing you did was helping, and the smoke was making you feel sick. You only paused to get more water, and when Daryl made you put on his handkerchief to keep from inhaling too much smoke.

Everyone worked until the sun rose, and still, the fire was blazing. That was also when more walkers started showing up. Someone wheeled over the cart of weapons, and you handed Daryl his crossbow and then grabbed yours.

You’d only taken down a few when more trickled out of the woods, and you knew it would be overrun. When they got too close, Daryl grabbed an ax, and you watched him take out the closest one to you.

Then you spun the bow in your hand and stepped forward, taking out two with the blades within thirty seconds. You heard a commotion from behind you, and you glanced quickly to see the team that was supposed to be digging the trenches join you. And behind them were Alexandrians.

You sighed with relief as another walker approached you. You kicked it away from you, and it stumbled backward until it fell, and then Daryl sunk the ax into its skull.

That was right when the walkers caught fire, and you shook your head. “Daryl, we need to go. Now!” You yelled over the noise.

He glanced between you and the incoming walkers and then ran toward you, pushing you forward. When you caught up to everyone else, you grabbed another arrow and joined the firing team while Daryl worked at bringing a tree down.

It could’ve been hours before the last walker dropped, and everyone got back to work on the fire. It probably was another few hours before the fire was finally out, and you collapsed in exhaustion next to a tree. Yumiko, who you’d been working with, sat next to you and offered you her water bottle.

“Thanks,” You mumbled before taking a sip. “What a shit fucking day.”

***

After the fire, you, Daryl, and Josie went home. The both of you definitely had breathed in too much smoke, and it took a few days to breathe better. And getting Josie home was a top priority for you and him. You didn’t need to be there if more walkers were drawn out. You were confident that Oceanside and the fighters from the other communities that stayed could handle it.

Besides, your top priority was Josie. It wasn’t Oceanside. No matter how hard of a pill that was to swallow.

Even when she woke you and Daryl up at dawn for a feeding.

You were sitting at the kitchen table as you fed her and watched Daryl stumble around the kitchen tiredly. He was still in his sleeping clothes, as you were, and you stared at him when the bottom of his shirt exposed his stomach when he reached up to grab something from the top cabinet.

Then he returned to making you both something to eat, and you looked down at your daughter. She was nearly finished, and you couldn’t wait to set her down. Your back was aching. You hated breastfeeding.

“Ya want an apple with ya food?”

You glanced up at your husband and nodded. “Thanks.”

Josie finally finished, and Daryl took her to burp her so you could eat. You rested your head in an open palm as you did, nearly falling asleep in the bowl of oats. But then Daryl was sitting by your side, putting Josie in the playpen in the living room and shaking your shoulder.

“Ya okay?”

You nodded and leaned your head against his broad shoulder. “Tired.”

“Well, eat. It’ll make ya feel better.” He gave you a sliced apple.

“You’re always trying to feed me,” You complained before biting into it.

Daryl grunted but didn’t say anything as he ate. The two of you finished eating in one of the comfortable silences you loved so much, and you kept looking at your husband occasionally. He’d changed so much since his brother’s death. Not that you didn’t admire him before. This new Daryl was something else. He’d taken on such a leadership role, and he did so much for the community and for you.

In a wave of appreciation, you moved from your chair to sit on his lap. He looked at you with tired eyes, but his arms wrapped around you tightly as you leaned down to kiss him deeply. “God, I love you so much,” You mumbled against his lips.

His fingers squeezed your waist, bunching up your nightshirt, and you could feel his fingernails digging into your skin. “We should go upstairs so ya can show me just how much ya love me,” He said.

“How about I get on my knees and suck your dick right now?” You whispered before biting down on his lip.

Before he could reply, you heard the front door burst open, and you immediately jumped off his lap. Michonne walked quickly into the room with a look on her face that made your stomach drop.

“Walkers.”

***

Forty-nine hours later, blood sprayed on your face as you blood your bow blades from a walker's skull. Your head spun as you did so, nearly losing your balance. You’d been at this for two days, and waves of walkers kept coming. You’d already been outside the walls several times with the parties sent out, and you weren’t sure how long you could take it.

Daryl stood a few feet from you, his own knife embedding a walker. When it was dead on the spikes, he came over to you. He looked you up and down and sighed loudly.

This last wave was the biggest, and you sat on the curb to drink some water and eat food that someone had brought over. You hadn’t been home in a few hours, and you only went to check on the kids. You felt terrible leaving Judith in charge of Josie, but it was the safest thing to do right now.

“Daryl,” You called out weakly, and handed him your water when he came over. He took a long sip and then you made him eat something.

“Another wave, thirty minutes out.” You heard someone yell.

You wanted to cry.

Daryl sat down next to you and chewed on his fingernails. You could see how angry he was. You would be, too, if you weren’t exhausted. And the sun beating down on you didn’t help.

Your husband glanced at you and used his thumb to wipe away blood on your forehead. “Ya lookin’ real beautiful, ya know.”

You snorted and shoved your shoulder into his. “Shut up.”

You heard someone yell that a freak was approaching, and both you and Daryl ran back over to the gates. You stood beside Rosita as you watched one of those masked freaks approach the gate, and you heard someone call for Michonne.

“Fuck me,” You muttered.

***

Your hands were shaking as you left the community hall. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Like a hand was wrapped around your throat. Your body was trembling, and you felt like you were going to throw up. No. You didn’t feel like you were. You knew you would.

You’d barely made it to the grass yard behind the community before you lost whatever food and water you had in your stomach. Your body was shaking worse as you knelt on the ground.

“(Y/N).” You shut your eyes when you heard Daryl’s voice, and then you felt his hand on your back. “Take a deep breath, darlin’.”

“You can’t go,” You choked out, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and looking at him. His face was blurry through your tears. “Please don’t go. Please don’t.”

“Ya know I have to,”

Your heart was beating wildly and you felt a deep pit of desperation settle in your heart. “No. No. Please don’t go. Please. I can’t have you go out there, not after what happened. Please don’t go, Daryl,” You sobbed, reaching for his hands.

“(Y/N)...”

You shook your head. “Please don’t go. Please.” You gripped his hands tight. “No. I’m your wife, and I’m telling you no. She wanted you dead for what happened. She tortured me 'cause she couldn’t kill you. I can’t lose you, I can’t lose you,” You were hysterical.

“Okay, okay…” Daryl breathed out, wrapping you in a hug. “Okay. I won’t go. I won’t go, baby girl.” His hand ran down the back of your head as you pressed your soaked cheek on his chest.

“Don’t go…” You sobbed, “Don’t go…”

***

Twenty minutes later, you were passed out from exhaustion and your panic attack. Daryl was standing above you, holding Josie in his arms. He was worried about you. He felt sick over it. He’d never seen you like that--begging him not to do something for the community. You always knew how important the safety of the community was. It was something the two of you had in common.

But things were different now. Daryl had a wife and a four-month-old daughter. You and Josie were more important than anything or anyone.

So when Michonne came to tell him it was time to leave, he backed out. She was surprised but understood and instead asked him to help Gabriel look after the community.

Instead, he sat inside the house, kept an eye on you, and cared for Josie. Gabriel would be able to handle it. He’d have to. Daryl had to look after you.

***

You woke up before Daryl thought you would, and he’d been holding a sleeping Josie when you raised your head in panic to look for him. Relief filled you.

“You didn’t go?”

“I told ya I wouldn’t,” Daryl said.

You nodded and stood up. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, “Ya don’t gotta be sorry ‘bout anythin’, baby girl.”

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A really cute 'n playful Carl x fem reader cuddle sesh in his room? Like with reader laying on his chest (or vise versa) And they're playing with each other's hair, giving sweet, gentle kisses and being all adorable and in love 🥺.. (bonus if Rick walks in on them asleep together, gets Michonne and they're both standing there for a minute like 'awwww young love 😭❤')

Promptober day 22 - cuddles

Pairing - Carl grimes x reader

Warnings - none

A/N - this is the same reader from day 7 so Glenn and Maggie are like readers guardian/parents.

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Carl's and i's hands are interlocked as we walk into his house. our footstep are cautious and quiet just in case one of his family members are home right now. It's not like we were going to do anything bad. It was just embarrassing at our age to be caught doing anything romantic. "Dad?" carl calls out into the house as he lets go of my hand. "Michonne?" no answer, so he grabs my hand and drags me back to his room.

I've never really been in his room, ever. Most of the time we hung out outside away from the others, so they wouldn't catch us. No one knew about us, as far as everyone else knew we were just really good friends, and nothing else. Well, that was the truth until a few weeks ago when we kissed and there was no going back after that.

I sit down on his bed as he kicks his shoes off. "soo what are we gonna do?" I ask. I was clueless about the whole relationship thing. The world ended when I was twelve and at twelve, I hadn't even held a boy's hand yet, and ever since then there wasn't time for a boyfriend or to even have a crush until now. I didn't know what boyfriends and girlfriends did when they hung on. I barely even knew how to kiss. "Just hang out," he says with a smile, "like we do all the time," he adds as he sits down next to me. My heart pounds against my chest as he grabs my hand. No matter how many times he holds my hand or kisses me, it always makes me flustered.

We end up on his bed, laid down, with his arm wrapped around me as he read a comic book. He carefully wraps and unwraps my hair around his finger, leaving the strand in a weird-looking curl. I'm nervous, and i think he can tell because he looks down at me before pressing a kiss to my forehead. My head lays flat against his chest so I can see what he's reading. We both end up falling asleep, arms wrapped around each other, and legs tangled together.

knock, knock, knock

We both quickly wake up and turn around, eyes wide in panic. We're both met with rick leaning against the doorframe with a tiny smirk on his lips. "dad get out!" carl shouts as he gets up off of the bed. He pushes rick out of the room and slams the door shut. I sit up so my legs are dangling off the bed. I didn't know if rick would tell Glenn and get me in trouble. I didn't know if what we did was worthy of getting in trouble for, but despite that fact, it still mortified me.

"I think I should go," I whisper as I wrap my arms around my body. "yo-you don't have to go, I don't think my dad cares that much anyway," I shake my head. "Glenn's probably worried I should go," I whisper as I walk out of Carl's room. ricks in the kitchen like he was waiting for either carl or I to come out. "Are you going to tell Glenn?" I ask my voice quiet and meek, terrified of what his answer was going to be. Glenn was always going to see me as that terrified little 12-year-old he had found abandoned on the streets of Atlanta. I just knew if he found out about carl and I dating he'd probably try to kill carl.

"Why would I?" Rick furrows his brows as he stares at me. "I just-I just don't want Glenn to know yet," I whisper as I cross my arms over my chest. He was overprotective, especially when it came to boys. I understood to a certain degree I was like his daughter. He's known me since I was 12, but he needed to let go a little. Rick walks over to me and places a hand on my shoulder. "Its alrigh' kid, tell him when you're ready."

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zombiigrll · 9 months ago

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.ᐟ i write mostly carl grimes x reader, but i'll also expand eventually to other twd + twdg characters (ex. glenn rhee, louis twdg, michonne, maggie rhee, beth greene, etc.) some other pieces of media i will (one day) write for are the quarry, until dawn, resident evil, final fantasy, the last of us! i'm also open to media suggestions <𝟑

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˗˗˗˗˗ CAROL PELETIER ⋆.°.‧₊

MOM, HELP ME PLEASE. ☆ angst to comfort ☆ carol peletier + adopted!reader

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ENID RHEE ⋆.°.‧₊

BECAUSE YOU LIKE ME? ☆ fluff + friends to lovers ☆ enid rhee x fem!reader

SAFE WITH ME. ☆ angst to fluff ☆ enid rhee x fem!reader

FATHERS DAUGHTER. ☆ hurt + fluff ☆ enid rhee x fem!dixon!reader

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IT (2017-2019) .ᐟ

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RICHIE TOZIER ⋆.°.‧₊

DISCARDED. ☆ angst to fluff + crush ☆ richie tozier x gn!kaspbrak!reader

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nicofics · 1 year ago

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Negan x Ricks eldest daughter reader

I smell angst (with a Happy Ending), enemies to lovers, secret relationship, etc.

𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: the enemy’s fallen for you, can you fall for him too?

notes: thank you for the twd request!! sorry it took so long too!! i wrote this post ts, i thought it’d suit the plot more

being ricks daughter wasn’t easy. following his rules, having the high expectations to be as good as a leader he is, and having to stay away from negan. at the start these standards were easy to follow, you and your younger brother carl, and then the newly added judith; could easily follow them. until the end of the saviour war.

your father had been dead awhile now. you knew that he was gone, but some people clung onto the fact they hadn’t found a body. one day, you were given negans food instead of michonne. you tried handing it back but, they wouldn’t take it off of you. you rolled your eyes. you didn’t want to have to see negan. you didn’t want to be reminded of what he had done.

when you had gotten to his cell, you opened the door, and walked in, plate of food in hand. “well hello the- oh. i havent seen you in awhile” negan spoke, he looked different now. he had a beard, he looked older, but you did too. “and you wont for another while” you spoke, handing him the food and sitting in the chair provided, aware of his boycott.

“it’s nice to see a new face, doll” he said, it almost made you recoil. “don’t talk to me. just eat.” you crossed your legs angrily. trying to look at anything that wasn’t him. he noticed that as he ate, though he didn’t say much. he had a feeling you’d be back again.

you had been feeding negan for a few days now. you guessed michonne got sick of listening to him complain and wanted to spend more time with judith and rj. right now you didn’t mind, you felt absolutely horrible about it but, negan was nice to be around. you found yourself waiting for his meal times, sometimes you’d even bring your own food, so you two can eat together. you hated yourself for warming up to that man.

“well hello again, doll” he spoke, a smile plastered on his face, he was glad he could actually talk to someone, someone who seemed to not mind talking to him; unlike michonne. “hey negan” you sat down on the chair, taking out your own lunch and beginning to eat.

“hey uh- (reader)? why do you like coming here? with me? after all i’ve done to you” you froze at the question, you tried to avoid answering; “pshh- eat your lunch negan” he persisted. “answer me, why?” you sighed, giving in. “i know what you’ve done. and i’ll never forgive you for that or forget it; but, being with you here, makes me feel… good?” you didn’t really know what you were saying. though negan seemed to understand. a smirk landed right on his face.

“really? well, doll, i feel the same way” he blessed you with one of his chuckles. oh shit. you were in-love with him. and he was in-love with you. right now however, you didn’t care much for the repercussions. “so.. be with me” you nodded, “yeah.. id like that.. but! nobody can know. what if maggie or daryl found out? they’d hate me!” you sighed, negan shook his head “an alright rule with me if i can be with you, ms. grimes” you laughed. you enjoyed being with negan, even after all he’d done

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dixons-sunshine · 8 months ago

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Pillow Fort—Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Daryl was nowhere to be found during the day. Everyone was worried, considering the man never missed meetings, no matter how unimportant they were. However, your worries got soothed when you saw what he had been up to that day.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Alexandria, post Saviour arc (bridge explosion doesn't happen.)

Warnings: Swearing.

Word count: 860.

A/n: Here's this. I don't know what this is but it's something. Hope y'all like it!

“I'll see you tomorrow for a check-up, Michonne.” You slung your bag over your shoulder as you addressed your newly pregnant friend, Michonne standing on the porch of her home with Rick by her side. “I think Siddiq's brining an ultrasound machine with him from the Hilltop. That would give us a relative idea of how far along you are.”

Michonne gave you a smile as she tenderly rubbed her flat stomach—that wouldn't stay flat for long—with one hand, her other hand tightly holding on to her husband's. “Thank you.” She stopped momentarily to share a look with Rick, before continuing. “Keep us updated once you find out why Daryl hasn't been seen all day?”

You nodded. “Of course.” You took a step back and sent them another smile. “Goodnight, guys. See you tomorrow.” With parting greetings, you turned around and made your way to your own home. The short walk soon came to an end when you walked up the steps and into your home, and instantly you could see something was up. The small chair that stood by the door was devoid of any cushioning, the pillows taken and not to be seen anywhere.

You frowned as you discarded of your bag by placing it on the floor, your jacket and shoes following suite. As you walked further into the home and into the living room, you could hear the voices of your husband and daughter fill the air, laughter soon being heard as well. As the living room came into view, you were met by quite the sight—seemingly every pillow and blanket you owned was being used to hold a rather impressive pillow fort upright. And sitting in the very fort in question was your husband and daughter, cuddled up together while Daryl was busy reading some book to her. A fond smile spread across your lips at the sight. Unwillingly, a small chuckle left you, catching your small family's attention.

Your three year old daughter perked up when she saw you, a huge smile spreading across her chubby cheeks. “Mama!” She excitedly exclaimed, but made no effort to run into your arms like she usually would, way too content in her father's arms. You couldn't blame her, though. Daryl was the best person to cuddle and you rarely wanted to leave his hold yourself.

You smiled and stepped forward. “Hi, baby.” Your eyes drifted to Daryl, meeting his fond gaze. “Hey, Dar. You two mind if I come in?” Hazel shook her head, scooting over in the makeshift bed to make room for you. You crawled into space and got comfortable beside Hazel, wrapping an arm around her and sharing a smile with Daryl. “I didn't mean to interrupt storytime. Please, continue.”

Daryl nodded and shifted his attention back down to the book. “As ya wish.” He cleared his throat and started reading again, his deep, soothing voice successfully lulling your daughter into slumber. In seemingly no time at all, Hazel was out like a light, leaving you and Daryl to yourselves. He placed the book down next to him and turned his attention back to you. “How was yer day, Peach?”

“Not as eventful as yours, I'm guessing,” you giggled, rubbing Hazel's head affectionately. “Is this what you've been up to all day?”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah. Made 'er some breakfast this mornin' and she took great interest in makin' lil' forts with the small pillows. Decided to show her how to make the real deal.”

“Boring meetings be damned, right?”

Realization dawned on the archer's face, a look of guilt spreading across his face. “Shit, I forgot 'bout tha'. I promised Rick I'd be there and I got distracted. Fuck, I—”

“Babe, relax,” you chuckled, reaching over to grab one of his hands in yours. “Rick isn't mad. He was just worried because it isn't like you to miss a meeting. I bet he'll understand you wanting to spend the day with your daughter instead of discussing who stole Jeremy's tomatoes from his garden. It's okay. Besides.” You stopped to regard the fort for a moment, nodding in approval. “Once he sees this fort, I bet he'll be hella impressed. It's amazing craftsmanship, if I do say so myself.”

Daryl gave you a small smile. “Think Rick'll be jealous?”

You nodded. “Once he sees this, a fort-off is sure to commence.” You leaned over to share a soft, tender kiss with Daryl, pulling away soon after as to not disturb your little girl. “I love you, Daryl.”

“Love ya more, Darlin'.”

Little did either of you know, not only would a fort-off begin, but the greatest gift-finding, playset-building competition would commence between the two found brothers. And you and Michonne didn't know whether to find it amusing or annoying.

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