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topazy · 6 months ago

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Tomorrow's promise

Paring: Daryl Dixon × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Chapter: 5.01

You had gone through a mixture of emotions. Fear, anger, and an overwhelming sense of grief, but now you felt completely numb. The night the farm was overrun by walkers was the worst night of your life, up until now anyway. The pain of thinking you’d lost Jace to walkers or the fire was horrific, but having him physically ripped from your arms was unbearable.

Terminus isn’t what anyone thought it would be. The people here weren’t saviors; they were monsters.

An older woman called Mary led you into a large hall. Everyone was in higher spirits than before with the prospect of having somewhere safe to sleep and food in your belly. But just as Maggie explained to Mary that there were more of your people still out there, you started to sense something was wrong. Abraham thought the same, and when he started to reach for his gun, your group was surrounded by people pointing guns at you.

They took everything they could from you, including Jace. You screamed and fought as he was ripped from your arms, but it didn’t do any good.

“You guys hear that?” Maggie asks.

There is a voice echoing outside; Gareth was talking into a megaphone again, but you don’t pay any attention. Abraham squeezes your shoulder. “We will get him back. Even if it means killing every one of those sons of bitches.”

You nod your head and wipe your fallen tears away, knowing that he was right. You didn’t doubt a single person locked in the metal storage container with you wouldn’t kill to get him back. Hell, even Eugene would do something.

Something heavy hits off the top of the roof, someone thumping their fist possibly. “Back away from the doors now!”

Doing as he says, you all back away from the door. “We need to be ready,” you whisper, suddenly feeling a new burst of energy fused by rage. “If it’s one of them, go for their eyes and then their weapon.”

“We take out as many of them as we can,” the redhead adds.

A few seconds go by, then the door opens, with the place being so dark the sudden light burns your eyes. While your vision still adjusts, Glenn steps forward. “Rick?”

I couldn’t be…

“Rick? Rick!” Seeing your brother standing before you covered in dirt and blood is almost overwhelming. You leap forward and throw your arms around him. “You look like you’ve been dragged through hell.”

“Almost,” his voice is gruff. He kisses you on the forehead, “You’re here, you’re here.”

Noticing Carl, you pull him into the hug, knowing he was safe was a massive relief. You smile and nod at Michonne, who was being embraced by Maggie. Rick steps back and stares at Rosita, Abraham, and Eugene suspiciously.

“It’s okay; they’re our friends. They saved us.”

“Then they’re our friends too,” Daryl steps out of the shadows.

He was alive. Your silent prayers had been answered, so stunned by his sudden appearance, you struggle to find any words.

“Hey, look at me.” Daryl steps forward and tilts your chin up so you’re looking at him through teary eyes. “I thought I’d lost you,” his voice starts to crack. “Where’s the kid?”

“They took him. These assholes took him from me.”

“The good news is we know he’s in that building,” Rosita looks through one of the small cracks in the wall. “We just need to be ready.”

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You presume only an hour or two had passed since it was still daylight, but while you tried to make makeshift weapons with what little material was in the container, a smoke grenade was thrown inside.

It was impossible to see, and the smoke caught in the back of your throat, making it hard to breathe. The door opened, and amidst the confusion, it was easy for your people to be dragged outside one by one. Someone takes a tight grip of your arm, pulling you towards them, then throws a sack over your head.

Your hands have been tied together by rope, and you are currently being led somewhere inside the main building.

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“Mommy!”

Your chest physically hurts when you hear Jace crying. “Take me to him, please; he’ll stop crying if I hold him.”

The two women talking just ignore you and continue their conversation. At least with them preoccupied, there was less chance of them noticing that you almost had the ropes off your wrist.

“A stranded woman with a baby? Good work,” a blonde woman chirps. “Perfect way to bring others here.”

Repulsed you at scowling them but say nothing. Just as you manage to free your left hand, there is a loud explosion close by, and the building shakes.

“What the fuck was that?” The blonde tries to talk to someone through the radio, but only static comes through. “Stay here; I’m going to see what’s going on.”

Once the blonde leaves, you slowly approach the other woman from behind and pull the shard of wood you’d sharpened earlier from your back pocket and stab her in the neck with it. When her body falls to the ground, you take her weapons, then check the hall to see if it is clear and start running in the direction the crying is coming from.

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emswritingsstuff · 6 months ago

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Idk if you’d feel like writing this(I’d probably end up short if you did bc I can’t brainstorm much of what would happen but I still love the idea)

when Daryl punched Negan, instead of killing Glenn(rip man) he killed US instead, Daryl’s lover 🤭 I love him sm and he’s been through so much pain, but he needs to suffer more 🫶 fem or gn reader, idm :)

The Lineup (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

warnings/notes: pretty self-explanatory. HEAVY angst, reader death, gorey violence. also the "he needs to suffer more" is CRAZY. this has been living in my drafts since august so i'm excited (ig?) to finally post this.

WC: 1.2k

The air was cold, but tensions were hot. Everyone's breaths were obvious in the dark, but also brightly lit area they found themselves in.

Knees on the ground, everyone frozen but somehow shaking. Daryl was in rougher shape than most but not wanting to admit it himself. Opting to play up the tough face he always seemed to have. More so now than usual. He could see the way you were trembling in the corner of his eyes, quivering like a tiny dog.

There’s been moments he’s seen you terrified, but this wasn’t like any other. When a psycho with a barbed wire bat was making you pay for your wrongs, it was hard to remain calm. Nothing the man, Negan, had said had really processed in Daryl’s brain, just silent rage and fear brewing inside of him.

The sick game Negan played fell on deaf ears. Everyone silently watched as the bat made its way around. As Daryl watched the bat cycle through the group, he felt himself tense involuntarily every time it landed near you. He didn’t care what happened to him, but if a single scratch landed on you, Negan would be a dead man. No doubt.

Once the bat eventually landed on Abraham, a sense of relief washed over him, but only for a moment.

But every calm feeling he had in his body soon escaped as he saw the bat swing down.

The events before him had become a blur. A red messy blur. Not only from the blood splattered all around the ground but also from the rage Daryl was feeling. Your heavy breaths could be heard in one ear, Rosita and Sasha’s sobs in the other. With all of it accompanied by wet cracking noises as Negan’s bat kept swinging down.

As Abraham's now mutilated body laid twitching, Daryl was attempting to think of a solution to get out of this. To get you, and everyone out.

As the cries got louder, Negan terrorized the group more. More specifically Rosita. As he brought the bat up to her face and flung Abraham's blood on her, Daryl felt something in him snap.

Like he was controlling himself outside of his body. All the pain he had previously felt fading away into adrenaline coursing through his veins.

He sprung at Negan and tried to take him down. Only to be quickly pulled off him and pinned down by his men, Daryl’s own crossbow being pointed to his head by Dwight.

“No! Oh no. That? Oh my, that…is a no-no. The whole bit, not one bit of that shit flies here,” Negan’s act paused for a minute as he spoke, only for him to lock back into it. His bat was pointed at Daryl, looking like he was ready to end him right there. Daryl caught a glimpse of you, a terrified expression with glistening cheeks.

Daryl felt the crossbow move closer to his head, Dwight getting ready to pull the trigger. “Want me to do it? Right here.” Dwight’s tone sounded eager, which Daryl sees makes you tense up even more.

Even with your obvious fear, Daryl found himself not caring if he lived or died. Only thing he cared about was doing his best to protect you, and the family he had grown fond of all these years. If he was to get an arrow to the head right there, he wouldn’t mind. He would die knowing he had you, and that was okay with him.

As if saved by the bell, Negan scoffed with a slight laugh. “No, you don’t get to kill them, not until you try a little.” Negan ordered the men to put Daryl back in the lineup, much to Dwight’s disappointment. Daryl could sense you relax, content with himself that he managed to get out of that situation even if he didn’t fight his way through. He was too focused on you though, only to be brought back to reality once Negan opened his mouth.

“And anyway, that’s not how it works…” Negan paced around after he spoke. A long silence piercing the air. All until Negan started to speak again.

“So,” he pauses for a beat, “back to it.” As he spoke, he subtly readied his bat. Enough to where no one saw his next move coming.

In a blur of a motion, Negan lifted his bat and swung it down. Right onto your head.

A cracking sound caused Daryl to look over, horrified with the sight before him. Your body laid limp on the ground, unlike Abraham, the blow had knocked you down instantly. Red blood shined and sunk into the ground. It wasn’t a lot, not yet at least.

Daryl was frozen, unmoving. He felt his stomach churn. This was his fault. If he had just stayed in line, this mess would’ve blown over. You’d be safe.

You’d be alive.

As the bat swung down again, Daryl felt himself jump. The wet whacking sound made him feel even more nauseous. He was attempting to think of things to make the moment go by quicker, just wanting the Hell he was stuck in to end. But it was really never going to end.

His mind flashed back to when everything had first started, when everything was still so uncertain. Back when he had lost Merle, you’d stuck by his side.

He was scared to let you go, even if his stubborn personality would never make him admit it. The constant pushing away and cold hearted facade he had never seemed to phase you. Never once had you given up on him, even at his weakest moments.

Having you around always gave him hope. A sort of hope that everything could be normal, hope that he would never have to suffer alone again.

A simple “I’ll never leave you,” you had once spoken to him rang in his head. Of course you held true to that, how could you not? Nothing he could’ve said or have done could have made you go.

And he’d never forgotten that.

A third whack brought him out of these thoughts. Glancing over, all he managed to see was Negan’s silhouette and the bat. Blood dripped from the wire, as well as soaked the wood. Daryl tried to convince himself that what he was seeing was some sort of hallucination. Something that he had conjured up in his head due to all the blood he had lost.

But Negan whipped his bat in Daryl’s direction, causing the blood that coated the wire to splatter on his face. Confirming it was real, too real.

Looking at everyone’s trembling figures, his face softened up but only for a moment, “I am sorry, I truly am. But I did say, no exceptions!” He again brought the bat down onto your mangled, driving home the fact that there was no saving you.

Whack after whack Daryl disassociated more and more, begging and even pleaded to be freed from the Hell he brought upon himself. But once again Negan's voice brought him back to the harsh reality.

“You all are a bunch of pussies, I’m just getting started,” he stated as he paused for a moment, quickly returning to beating your body senselessly. All Daryl could feel was the now cold blood on his face and arms. He couldn’t take it.

You were gone because of him. That was all his fault, and he had to live with that. Forever.

And for him, that’s a fate worse than death.

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butterfliesandblueeyes · 1 year ago

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WORTH IT

🏏 pregnant with Daryl's baby when Negan and the Saviours capture your family.

pairings : Daryl Dixon x pregnant! female reader

w/c : 2.5k

warnings : mentions of blood, major character deaths (rip Abraham & Glenn xo)

notes : this is my first story I've written for Daryl, hopefully more to come. I hope you enjoy reading and thank you for the support!

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the lights of the various trucks and cars shone bright upon your group. Seated on your knees between Daryl and Michonne. heavy breaths left your bitten lips as Daryl placed his hand on your swollen belly to help calm you down. you were around 6 months pregnant with his baby.

you turned your head to the side to stare into his cerulean eyes. a ghost of a smile played on his lips and tried your best to return one. his skin was a pale colour which resulted from the blood loss of being shot. he mouthed that it was going to be okay and you nodded in return.

a man with a moustache took a few steps forward, your group's eyes landing on him. ”let’s meet the man.” he announced before walking towards a van and knocking on the door. a few seconds later a man walked out. he was wearing a black leather jacket with a red scarf and a baseball bat was resting on his shoulder. if you squinted you could see something wrapped around the thick part of the bat. you placed your hand on top of Daryls’ that still rested on your belly.

“pissing our pants yet?” the man asked yet it was rhetorical. “boy do I have a feeling we’re getting close. it’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon,” the man sauntered to the middle of your group. “now which one of you pricks is the leader?” he asked.

this one.” the moustache man said as he gestured to Rick. your breathing picked up again, afraid of what this man wanted with Rick and with your group. Daryl began rubbing small circles around your belly. if he wasn’t here with you, you’d be a blubbering mess.

“hi, you’re Rick right?” the man said as he knelt in front of Rick. a few seconds passed and Rick didn’t respond so the man spoke again, he introduced himself as Negan and his group was the Saviors. he wasn’t too happy since your group had killed some of his men. you tuned out a while after that. he and Rick went back and forth but all you could think about was your baby and Daryl. you didn’t want your family to be taken away before you got around to becoming one.

Daryl hunched further over and you took a firm grip of his arm so he wouldn't completely fall over. you didn’t dare speak to him no matter how bad you wanted to. you were fearful of this man and you had no idea what he was capable of.

“give me your shit or I will kill you.” the man announced. the booming of his voice took you by surprise since you weren't completely listening to what he was saying earlier. the man blabbered on some more about the new world order until something he said caught your attention.

“so now,” he paused. “i’m gonna beat the holy hell out of one of you.” a quiet gasp left your mouth and your eyes found Daryls’ again. Negan swung his bat around in an attempt to show it off. “this is Lucille and she is awesome.” he announced. “all this,” he gestured to your group and the Saviors as he spoke. “all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor,”.

Negan began strutting towards the opposite side of the semi-circle. He paused when he was in front of Carl. “shit kid, lighten up. at least cry a little.”. he chuckled as he walked further up the line, now stopping in front of Maggie who was also pregnant but experiencing some complications. “jesus, you look shitty.” he commented as he took in the state she was in. “i should just put you out of your misery,” he added. Glenn was quick to his feet, running to Maggies’ aid when he was stopped by a blow to his stomach. he fell to the ground groaning.

“nope, get him back in line.” Negan demanded. Glenn was dragged back to his spot. “all right, listen,” Negan spoke while pacing back and forth. “don’t any of you do that again, i will shut that shit down.” the man swung his bat around again and you flinched. Daryl noticed and you could feel him staring at your side profile. you didn’t dare look in fear of drawing attention to him.

he continued down the line and you snapped your eyes shut when he stopped in front of you. “what do we have here?” he snickered. your eyes opened at the sound of his voice. he was gesturing towards your belly with Daryls’ hand placed firmly on top. you looked up at the man. he had a shit eating grin plastered on his face and suddenly you felt like you couldn't breathe.

but he turned around and stalked back towards the centre of the group. he gave a low whistle. “i simply cannot decide.”. he was acting like he enjoyed this. He chuckled before he spoke again. “I got an idea.” he walked back towards the opposite side of the circle.

he pointed the bat at Eugene. “eenie." next was Carl. “meenie.” then Aaron. “miney.” Sasha. “mo.” Rick. “catch.” Maggie. “a tiger." Abraham. “by.” Michonne. “his toe.” you. “If.” he paused on you, giving you a once over before moving on to Daryl. “he hollers.” Rosita. “let him go.” then finally Glenn. “my mother.” he stalked back over to the start of the line and pointed the bat at Eugene once again. “told me to pick the very best one and you are,” the bat landed on Abraham. “it.”

the bat was in front of Abrahams’ face as Negan began to speak again. “anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boys’ other eye out and feed it to his father and then we’ll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry,” Negan inhaled. “hell, you’re all going to be doing that.”

the sound of the first crack of the bat was piercing. there were screams and cries around you but all you could do was remain silent as tears rolled down your reddened cheeks. you felt paralyzed.

“ho ho,” Negan laughed. “look at that, taking it like a champ.” You dared a peak at Abraham, blood was pouring down his face. Daryl locked his fingers with yours.

“don’t look.” he pleaded softly. you looked down at your lap with tears running from your eyes, finally able to escape. your free hand resting on your stomach.

“suck my nuts.” Abraham stuttered out before the bat came down onto his head again and again and again. until everything went silent.

Negan chuckled again as he turned towards his men. “did you hear that? he said suck my nuts.” his mens mocking laughter erupted in your ear. Negan swished his bat around, blood splattering on the ground, on Ricks’ face and on your baby bump. your mouth agape, you stared down at the crimson liquid that started to soak into your lilac tank top and onto your bare skin. “oh my goodness, look at this!” Negan shouted happily. “you guys look at my dirty girl,” he tsked as he examined Lucille.

he stalked towards Rosita, placing the bat in front of her face. her eyes widened as she took in the sight but quickly lowered her eyes. “sweetheart,” he began “lay your eyes on this.” Rositas’ eyes didn’t budge from where they had settled on. Negan was growing agitated. “oh damn. were you together?” Negan asked but Rosita still didn’t budge. “that sucks,” he added. “but if you were, you should know there was a reason for all this. red and hell, he was, is and always will be red,” he spoke emphasizing on the red. ”he just took one or six or seven for the team! so take a damn look." he thrusted the bat in Rositas’ face.

out of the corner of your eye you could see Daryl shifting on his knees, preparing to get up. panic rose in your chest and your mouth moved before you could stop it.

“leave her.” your voice was barely above a whisper and you weren't sure he heard you until his footsteps grew closer to you. you looked up just as he squatted in front of you. your eyes made contact and a wicked smile grew on Negans’ face. “well hello there.” he spoke, his voice a lot softer than before.

you gulped and felt Daryls’ hand on your stomach again. Negans’ eyes followed the movement of Daryls’ hand and he scoffed. “don’t tell me this redneck is the father. he’ll ruin that baby." before you could even register Negans’ words, Daryl was up and already punching him in the face. “no” you yelled as a few men grabbed Daryl and dragged him to the floor. you went to get up but Michonne grabbed your arm, keeping you in place.

Daryl was laying on the ground with a mans’ arm around his neck. he was grunting and breathing heavily. his eyes locked on you while a man named Dwight held Daryls’ crossbow to his own head. “do you want me to do it? right here,” Dwight asked Negan. Negan looked up at you as he grabbed a handful of Daryls hair and pulled his head back slightly. Daryl hissed in pain. “no. no you don't kill them, not until you try,” he answered.

“please let him go,” you whimpered. Negans’ grip on Daryl released and he sauntered over to you, kneeling once again. Daryl was thrashing and kicking on the ground, trying to get out of the Saviors’ grip but they didn’t budge. your eyes drifted back to your bump once again. you were afraid to look at this man. he had just killed your friend with no remorse. now he had Daryl pinned to the ground, his fate falling into Negans’ hands. all your fates in Negans’ filthy hands.

Negans’ grimy, gloved fingers gripped your chin tightly and angled your face so your eyes fell on him once again. his thumb gently caressed your cheek and it sent unwelcome goosebumps down your spine. “you’re a sight for sore eyes.” he lowly whistled. you swore you could see a tinge of pink on his cheeks. “you really think he’s worth it?” he asked you. you narrowed your eyes at him, giving him his answer with no words needed. he shook his head at you. “you’re stupider than you look. you can come back with me, be one of my wives and raise the baby in a safe environment, together,” Negan suggested. your response was to spit in his face. he closed his eyes. Negan rose to his feet again and wiped his face with a gloved hand.

he took one more look at you “sweetheart that was a bad idea.” he motioned for his men to drag Daryl back in line. when he was next to you again you grabbed his hand and brought it to your lips, placing a gentle kiss to his palm.

“now I already told you people, first ones free then what'd I say? I said I would shut that shit down!” Negans’ booming voice made you curl into yourself, shielding your stomach since you didn't know what was to come. “no exceptions. now I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with but I’m a man of my word. first impressions are important, I need you to know me,” he stood right in front of you as words spilled from his lips. “and sweetheart,” you looked up at him. “your actions have consequences, so back to it.”

the bat was raised above his head and your eyes squeezed shut as you waited for it to make contact with your head but it never came. instead the bat came down onto Glenns’ head.

the scream that escaped from your throat when you opened your eyes hurt. Glenn was your first friend since the apocalypse. you two spent endless hours chatting. he knew everything about you and vice versa. he was your best friend.

Glenns’ last words were for Maggie. you hid your head in Daryls’ good shoulder as sobs racked through your body. your group was paralysed as Rick was whisked away to the van with Negan. it felt like hours before they came back out. Negan was trying to get Rick to surrender and conform so he had Carl lay on the ground waiting for Rick to chop his arm off. Rick pleaded and begged but Negan told Rick he belonged to him. that we all belonged to him.

“today was a productive damn day,” Negan announced. “now, I hope for your sake that you get it now, that you understand how things work. things have changed. whatever you had going on that is over now.” Negan paused his movement. “ah, Dwight load him up,”. your eyes snapped to Negan then to Daryl. “no! no!” you yelled, grabbing onto Daryl as Dwight pulled him off the ground. you were pulled to your feet as well, your fingers locked with Daryls’ and neither of you letting go.

“don’t take him! please.” you begged. you felt arms snake around your waist and roughly separate your hand from Daryls’. he was dragged off to a van and roughly shoved in the back, the doors slamming shut when he was inside. you clawed at the hands around your waist. You felt a hand move towards your throat, positioning itself around it. Not choking you but firm so you new who was in control. Your breath hitched and you could feel the anxiety in your body start to rise. Negans began to speak again. “if you want to try something, today, tomorrow I will cut pieces off,” he paused and looked around. “hell’s his name?”. someone responded with Daryl and Negan started again. “Daryl,” he whispered, to which you responded with a whimper. “I will cut pieces off of Daryl and put them on your doorstep or better yet, I will bring him to you and have you do it for me.” he threatened. he placed a kiss to your hair, lingering for a few seconds longer than necessary. “I’ll be seeing you,” he promised as he released his grip on your neck. you immediately dropped to your knees with mental exhaustion

“I’ll leave you sorry shits a truck, use it to cart all the crap you're gonna find me, until then ta ta”. you rested your forehead on the gravel as all the various trucks started their engines and drove away.

the tears started to fall not long after that, sob after sob fell from your lips. you felt hands on your back, picking you up so you sat on the gravel. the arms wrapped around you and pulled you into them, comforting you. you cried and cried. cried for Abraham. cried for Glenn. cried for Daryl. you cried for your life and your unborn child's life. you wondered if you would ever see Daryl again. If your baby would ever know their dad. no, you knew you would see him again. you knew he would be here for your baby’s life. you knew it. you'd make sure of it.

because Daryl was worth it.

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angelwings-crossbowstrings · 2 years ago

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Right on the Wrong Side of It All

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Savior Era

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore, canonical character death, blood, injuries

Summary: Negan doesn’t take Daryl. In the aftermath of the lineup, you’re trying to keep it together while Daryl is falling apart.

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

It wasn’t that you didn’t care about the others. You were all in the same predicament. You were all scared. You were all angry. Now, you would all have to grieve. There was still the prospect that the casualties were not yet culminated.

The certifiable leader of the Saviors was currently tormenting Rick using Carl. While that in itself was enough to sour your stomach, you couldn’t tear your gaze away from your archer.

Daryl had been dragged out of the back of a van, a dingy blanket wrapped around his bloody shoulders. With several friends between the two of you, you couldn’t make out the wound clearly. What you could see was the pallor that was growing more profound; the way his eyes fluttered and struggled to remain open.

His condition only worsened after his outburst.

Negan was taunting Rosita with a bat lathered in Abraham’s blood and brain matter. Daryl launched himself at the man and landed a solid punch. Your cries rang louder than anyone’s when the archer was taken down and his own crossbow was aimed at his head.

“Please, not him.” You pleaded, bowing your head when Negan approached you. His lip was still curled in distaste at Daryl’s actions but he seemed willing to entertain your demands.

“Well, well, well. Someone knows how to behave.” You waited for the bat to meet your chin but the leather-clad maniac curled a finger there instead, guiding you to look at him. “What’s your name, darlin’?”

“My—my name is Y/N.” You managed to stammer out between sobs.

“Is that right? Now, Y/N, mind tellin’ me why a pretty little creature like you would speak up for mangy macho man over there?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing out more tears, while he stroked a gloved finger down your jaw. You could hear Daryl’s struggles renew with threatening shouts becoming muffled when his face was pressed further into the dirt. You opened your eyes and fixed the man in front of you with the most supplicated gaze you could manage. “He’s my husband. Please, god, please don’t hurt him.”

“God? Well, sugar, I’ve been called a few things but never god.” The way he laughed made you cringe but you kept your watery eyes engaged. He continued to smile at you, a sly leer that made your stomach flip. “Dwight.” He called over his shoulder. “Get him back in line.”

“But—”

“Now, I know you weren’t about to question me.” Negan’s smile finally faltered. He patted your cheek and stood, twirling that damn bat with a flourish that was meant to sling around your friend’s blood.

You were able to drag your gaze away from it to watch Daryl be roughly deposited back in his former spot, panting and grunting with a pained grimace. You willed his eyes to find yours, and he obliged, but he looked down at his knees when you slowly shook your head.

“Now I already told you people—first one’s free, then—what’d I say?” Negan leaned back to add a certain brashness to the words. “I said I would shut that shit down. No exceptions.” There was a foreboding heaviness that settled in the air. You found yourself breathing harder, digging your fingers into the dirt. “Now, I don’t know what kinda lying assholes you’ve been dealing with but I’m a man of my word.” He smiled at Daryl, resulting in you baring your teeth like some feral beast ready to rip the man’s throat out to protect your mate. “First impressions are important. I need you to know me. So…back to it.”

You screamed when the bat came down on Glenn’s head.

Negan and his cronies had departed a while ago, but everyone was still sitting where they had been left. The air was pregnant with a cacophony of sobs while the birds continued to sing as nature awoke to a new day. Maggie was the first to move, Rick pleading with her to sit; to continue the journey to Hilltop. To Alexandria. Anywhere but where you were.

You began to stir from your own torpor, instinctively seeking out Daryl. He was sitting on his hip, one leg outstretched while he leaned onto his good hand. He was staring vacantly at the ground as he swayed on the spot.

“Daryl.” You whispered. Your voice didn’t want to cooperate but it made no difference. You were already crawling toward him. You didn’t dare trust your legs. “Daryl.” You tried again once you reached him. Your arms instantly encircled his neck of their own accord, holding him close. The feel of his warm breath hitting your neck in shallow puffs of air made your tears begin anew. He was still alive. They could have taken him from you but he was still alive. “Can you look at me?”

His head turned slowly, bleary eyes finding yours. You touched his cheek, finding it cold; his skin clammy. He said something so quietly that you didn’t catch it.

“What?”

“S’my fault.” He repeated, a tremble to his tone.

“It’s not.” You brushed his sweaty locks out of his face. He looked terrible. Pale with dark circles around his eyes; his lips colorless. His shirt was sticky with blood. “We need to get you to Hilltop. You’ve lost a lot of blood.” He didn’t fight you when you began to peel the fabric away from the wound. “It went clean through but it had to be close range. It made a mess.” The wound had clotted, thankfully, but he wasn’t out of the woods. He had already lost too much. There was the possibility of infection. “Rick, we need to go. Maggie and Daryl need medical attention.”

“I’m trying, Y/N.” The former sheriff was exasperated and rightfully so.

Daryl rested his head against your shoulder, trembling with the effort to hold back his tears. Your arms encircled him while you stroked his hair and whispered reassurances. “Just take it easy. I’ve got you.” You looked up as Rick kneeled beside you, his eyes bloodshot and face still wet. “Maggie?”

“Sasha’s gonna take care of her. Keep her safe.” He rested a hand on Daryl’s knee and squeezed. The archer didn’t stir. “How’s he doin’?”

“We’re all in some form of shock right now but he’s in medical shock. We need to get him to Hilltop. Bastards let him sit and bleed.” You hissed, rubbing circles on Daryl’s back.

“You told Negan Daryl was your husband.”

You shrugged. “He might as well be. I just wanted to give him something. Play the sympathy card.” You glanced over at Maggie, feeling your heart contract. “It worked.” You felt horrible about it, you couldn’t help it. Still, your partner was alive and breathing in your arms. Your relief outweighed your guilt.

“Let me get Aaron. We’ll get him loaded up.”

You felt Daryl growing heavier and heavier. “Hurry. Please hurry.” You pleaded, holding your archer tighter. Rick nodded and pushed himself up, calling for Aaron. “I’ve got you, Daryl. I’ve got you. Hang on for me. Okay? I need you to hold on.”

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nadeleine888 · 5 months ago

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Line dancing

Minors do not interact!!!!!! 18+

Warnings: rough sex, Daryl being jealous, Daryl being a sweetheart, teasing, neck kisses, kissing, love making, p in v, touching, Daryl sucking your area, cum, talk of fighting, Daryl cleaning you, Daryl calling himself daddy. Let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 2.k

It's been almost a whole year since the group was brought to Alexandria and ever since the quarry Daryl and you were never on good terms, always fighting, bickering back and forth, Merle teased him about it because he thought he liked you but really he couldn't stand you always being nice and caring, giving others your food when they needed it, he Hated how nice you were with a captain H.

You were pretty but he'd never admit that, all the guys liked you, as months passed and things changed, and groups got bigger and then smaller and then bigger again, it was long before Arron found them and brought them to Alexandria. Now it's been almost a year and Daryl and you still fight alot, but like tonight and many other nights before Deanna likes throwing parties for new people and like tonight to celebrate the one year anniversary she came up with the idea of a line dancing party. So while a few people cook up some food in a big old pot over a fire, and while others drink beer by the roaring bonfire, and some have already started line dancing, music plays in the background, and people are happy.

Then as the line dancing starts and everyone even Carol, Daryl, Rick, you, Arron, Maggie and Glenn and Michonne everyone there that wants to gets in a line one for girls one for guys. When you look up at your partner it's none other than your enemy Daryl Dixon, you didn't really hate him but he made it clear he hated you so you just stayed away from him, you try being nice and smiling, too which he walks away before the music starts, finally after everyone gets a partner and you're still alone, Abraham excuses himself from Rosita and gets in line so you don't dance alone you thank him and the music starts, after the first song ends everyone is laughing and having a blast soon Abraham goes back to Rosita and Carol goes to check the soup that's cooking nearby arron comes over and is your partner.

After a few more dances the soup is ready and everyone finds a spot around the bonfire with a bowl of steaming soup and enjoys the night. You feel a pair of eyes on you the whole night but you try ignoring it, you catch Daryl staring more than once. After the night ends and everything gets cleaned up and everyone goes home I head to your small house a little further away from the rest of the houses. I walk up the stairs and to the door. You unlock the door and walk in and you're about to close the door when someones boat stops it, you open it again to see Daryl their with something like lust in his eyes. " Hi Daryl sorry I didn't hear you or see you coming up my steps" you say too which he doesn't respond but Instead pushes past you inside closing the door behind him he grabs your shirt and pulls you closer" you think you're funny out their prancing around like a god damn fairy, you know what that does to me? It makes me want to rip all your fucking clothes off right now and take you over this counter right here!" He says roughly pulling your shirt over your head. You gasp as the cold night air hits your breasts. " D-daryl what are you doing?" " Shut up and be a good girl and do what I say or this is just gonna be worse for you " he says roughly picking you up and placing you down on the counter. He unbuckles your pants and pulls them off nearly pulling you off the counter in the process.

After you left with nothing but your pretty black lace bra and panties he's eyes grow darker as he unclasps your bra. Throwing it too the floor with the rest of your clothes he's hands fly to your breasts and he immediately leans down and pops one into his mouth, he nips gently making you cry out. He smiles as he licks his way around your hard nipple and over to the next before sucking on that one too, while he's playing with your breasts you snake your hands into his hair and he groans pulling away he yanks down your panties and starts kissing down your stomach pushing you back he enters you with his tongue.

You moan in pleasure and try bunking your hips, he only growls and slams your hips down with his strong hands holding you down, he pulls away his scruff covered in your juices, he unbuckles his jeans and pulls them down pooling at his ankles he then removes his boxers which have a very big tent in them, you can help but groan as his hard thick cock springs free slapping his stomach, saying he's big is an understatement. He leans down kissing your neck and whispers in your ear " don't try and hold back daddy wants to hear you scream his name" he whispers then roughly he grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders he enters you with a sickening squelch, he doesn't stop and let you adjust he just starts thrusting roughly. He growls and grunts as his thrusts get faster. Your head flies back onto the hard counter as you feel your orgasm getting closer.

He keeps up his brutal pace not stopping even after you've cum twice and are now a whining mess crying his name as he keeps going chasing his high. It's at least another 20 minutes before he's a whimpering, whining, mess he cums deep inside you claiming you as his, his head falls onto your chest as he catches his breath. He slowly pulls out and watches mesmerized as your mixed juices leak out of your tight abuses hole. He smiles like a child who's just been given candy. He helps you sit up gently kissing your neck and up to your jaw before capturing your lips in a sweet bit passionate kiss.

He picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter then grabs a wet warm cloth and starts cleaning between your legs. After that he kisses your cheek and starts a bath for you. He helps you into it and washes your body from head to toe. After that while you're just relaxing he runs out and gathers the clothes he put his own on then sets yours on the counter, he sets out two towels and then drains the water helping you out he wraps you in one and your hair in another. He kisses your lips and then gets a hairdryer and dries your hair. He leaves sweet little pepper kisses along your neck, after your hair is dry he helps dry your body then dresses you Into something comfortable he found In your bedroom.

After that he picks you up bridal style and carries you upstairs to your bedroom. He lays you onto your bed tucking you in he kisses your lips in a lingering kiss then starts to leave but you stop him but grabbing his wrist and pulling him back onto the bed. He smiles as he asks softly " you want me to stay?" " Please" you answer as you lay down he crawls in behind you spooning you as you fall asleep he stays up making sure you're asleep and staying up a little longer playing with your hair.

As the morning sun shines through the windows in your bedroom Daryl stir behind you with your head resting on his chest. He smiles as he leans down and kisses your hair. You slowly start to stir, looking up at him you smile. He leans down kissing your lips this time. After a few minutes he gets up saying something about getting back to his place before anyone sees him leaving your place. You get up still sore from last night. You lean up onto your tippy toes and kiss his lips again as he grabs his crossbow and leaves out your door. As he close the door y of u head to the kitchen to get coffee.

Outside as Daryl is walking down your porch steps and ricks walking by heading to work he snickers getting Daryls attention when he looks over Rick just waves as he walks over he asks " you enjoy last night?" " Shut up man" Daryl answers which makes Rick chuckle " hey next time let me know I'll get earplugs!" He yells after Daryl making Daryl's cheeks heat up as he walks to his house with his head full of nothing but thoughts of you and your night together.

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the-name-is-z · 7 months ago

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SKELETONS | ch. 66

daryl dixon x f!oc

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Summary: The Alexandrians recover from the Wolves' attack. Daryl, Sasha and Abraham finish leading the walkers away, and start on their way back home before facing an unexpected obstacle. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; guilt; mourning; anxiety; ambush; motorcycle crash; injury related to such; burned and melted bodies; character getting knocked unconscious

Chapter 66 - Wolves

Michonne and a few others arrived within the next couple hours. She told them what had happened, the air horn separating most of the walkers from their plan. The incoming hordes. Aaron and Tobin volunteered to collect the Alexandrian bodies and their… severed parts. Glenn and Nicholas were also supposed to arrive, but hadn’t yet. Maggie was worrying herself sick as Michonne explained.

“The town was overrun. He split off with Nicholas. He had this idea that… that if he lit a fire, it would stop the walkers from coming here. I tried to go instead. I wanted to. That fire never got lit. We had to keep going. I’m sorry.” Michonne recounted, looking to Maggie. Rosita and Iris stood on either side, attempting some method of comfort, but it wasn’t helpful. “He said if he got stuck, he would find a way to send us a signal.”

“A signal?” Maggie asked.

“Open the gate!” A voice yelled in the distance. Iris was easily distracted, stepping toward the gate. She looked up to Deanna, who stood at the guard post looking over the wall. “Open the gate! Open the gate now!”

“Holy shit. Rick.” Iris realized, bolting to the gate. She ripped the chain link open, Michonne appearing at her side to haul the gate to the side. As soon as they could see him, Iris paled. He was running, but the horde followed behind him. Rick bodychecked one of the walkers aside, a few others appearing at the gate to help clear them. There were too many to count, too many to fight.

Rick practically dove through the gap, Tobin and Michonne hauling the gate closed behind him. Deanna looked white as a ghost. They watched as the walkers slammed against the bars, Michonne closing the chain link tight. Immediately, Tobin began gathering others to reinforce the walls, gathering whatever materials they had inside to set up supports. Iris was reminded of the logs they had to hold up the fence in the prison… but this was no chain link prison fence.

Everyone that remained in Alexandria was gathered near the walls as they set up the supports. Iris turned as Rick appeared, coming back from greeting Carl and Judith.

“Thank you.” He said quietly, putting a hand on her shoulder. She smiled, nodding. They were her family, too. She explained to him what had happened with the truck, the damaged or dented part of the wall at risk, especially with the hordes coming now. “You holding up?” He asked, tilting his head. Iris inhaled deeply and nodded.

“He promised.” She said simply, offering a pathetic shrug. He pursed his lips, nodding.

“He will.” Rick assured. Iris could feel a speech coming on. “You can hear it!” Rick called, addressing the whole group. “Some of you saw it. They got back here, half of them. Still enough to surround us twenty deep. Look, I know you’re scared. You haven’t seen anything like this. You haven’t been through anything like this. But we’re safe, for now. The panel the truck hit seems intact. We reinforced it just in case. Either way, the wall’s gonna hold together. Can you? The others, they’re gonna be back.” He looked to Iris pointedly.

“They’re gonna be back.” Rosita echoed, nodding more to herself than anyone else. Rick nodded back.

“Daryl, Abraham, Sasha, they have vehicles. They’re gonna lead ‘em away, just like the others. And Glenn and Nicholas are gonna walk back through the front gate after. They know what they’re doing, and we know what we need to do. We keep noise to a minimum. We pull our blinds at night. Even better, keep the lights out. Try to make this place as quiet as a graveyard, and we move on.”

“This place is a graveyard.” Francine stated, her voice breaking.

“The quarry broke open and those walkers were heading this way. All of them. The plan that Rick put into place stopped that from happening. He got half of them away.” Aaron called, addressing the group. “I was out there recruiting with Daryl. I wanted to try to get into a cannery and scavenge, and Daryl wanted to keep looking for people. We did what I wanted… and we wound up in a trap set by those people and I lost my pack. They must’ve followed our tracks. Those people who attacked us, they found their way back here because of me.” Deanna shook her head, walking away from the group.

“There’ll be more to talk about.” Rick assured quietly.

“Deanna?” Tobin called. The group turned to watch as she walked away. She didn’t stop. “Deanna!”

“It’s not your fault.” Iris said quietly, sitting next to Aaron on his front step. Eric had ducked inside, going to get him some water. “Causality is not the same as intent.”

“The result is the same.” Aaron murmured, cradling his head in his hands. “I can’t believe… I should have listened to him.”

“He is right more often than not.” Iris admitted, nodding. “Don’t tell him I said that. You cannot blame yourself. You blame the wolves, not the sheep.”

“Stupid fucking sheep.” Aaron scoffed, shaking his head. Iris sighed, rubbing his back gently. She opened her mouth to say more, but he stood abruptly, walking off.

Iris stood on lookout, silently watching the hordes slam against the wall, milling around outside with nothing better to do. She sighed, turning at the sound of someone else climbing the ladder. Rick nodded in acknowledgement, holding up the walkie.

“Daryl, Sasha, Abraham, you copy?” He asked. There was no answer.

“Rick? Can I come up?” Called a voice. Iris peered over the edge to see Ron. Rick looked to Iris in question and she shrugged.

“Yeah.” Rick replied. Rick climbed up the ladder too, getting himself a good look. “You haven’t seen it.” A statement, not a question.

“No.” Ron replied, astonished.

“Not exactly a nice view.” Iris stated. Ron shrugged.

“Enid, she uh, she used to sneak over the walls, spend time out there. I don’t know why, she just wanted to. But um…” He trailed off. “I think she went out there after the attack.”

“What, she’s still out there?” Rick asked, astonished at the fact that he hadn't said something sooner.

“She disappeared during, left Carl a note.” Iris pointed out. “I assumed she wanted to leave.”

“She wouldn’t have just left without saying goodbye.” Ron denied, huffing. Iris raised an eyebrow. Yes, she would have. “You know, she knows how to take care of herself.” Rick gave him an incredulous look, slowly turning back to stare out at the walkers. “We can’t go out there. Carl wanted to try. I stopped him and told him I’d tell you if he did. And then, um… I don’t know, I just thought I should tell you—”

“Fucking hell.” Iris murmured, standing up and hooking her rifle over her shoulder.

“Do you know where he is now?” Rick asked.

“Yeah, he’s back at the house. I saw him on the porch with Judith. I can keep guard now if you want…” Ron offered.

“They’re keeping guard now.” Iris pointed down to the walkers. “I was looking out for the others. A sign from Glenn, anything.”

“Alright.” Ron agreed. Iris raised an eyebrow but nodded, both her and Rick headed to the ladder. “So I was thinking about what you said by the quarry,” Rick grimaced, turning back to him. Iris snickered, taking her opportunity to climb down. “And I mean, you’re right. I need to know how to protect myself and my mom and my brother. This place. So… can you teach me how to shoot?” Rick looked over the edge to Iris and she nodded, making her way to Carl and Judith at the house while Rick taught Ron how to use his gun.

Iris braced her hands on either side of the kitchen counter, tears quietly trickling down her cheeks until they fell to the counter. There had always been times where he was gone, out on a run and got stuck, something or other. From the farm to the prison, to Alexandria. But somehow, Iris realized, it got harder and harder for her every time he left. Especially in circumstances like these, where all she could do was wait, trapped.

Maybe he was trying to get back but couldn’t because of the walkers outside. What if he was alone? He could always handle himself, but what if something happened to Abraham and Sasha and Daryl… didn’t make it? Couldn’t? What if something happened to him and he was alone?

Iris shuddered through a silent sob as she thought about it, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. She had a hard time sleeping when he wasn’t there. Now… it was almost impossible. A soft cooing came from the kitchen door and she turned to see Carl standing in the threshold, Judith in his arms reaching out toward her with grabby hands.

She smiled softly through the tears as Carl brought Judith closer, until she could take her into her arms. Judith buried her face in her hair and Carl smiled.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly. “I… it’s hard.” Iris nodded, not saying more as she held out her hand. He took it, getting pulled into a hug. Iris cradled the two of them, ruffling Carl’s hair with her free hand. “Judy and me are always here to talk, or… to not talk.”

“I know, cowboy.” Iris whispered.

“Alright.” Sasha said, the cloudy morning having greeted them a few hours ago, and she switched with Abraham.

“That’s twenty?” Daryl asked, more than ready, if not excited to get off the bike. It was comfortable, but not nearly as comfortable as not riding a motorcycle for twenty-four hours or more.

“It will be. Six-forty-two is a mile ahead.” Sasha replied. “We gotta put distance between us and them before the turn off.”

“So floor it.” Abraham said, pulling up beside Daryl and he turned to nod, the two vehicles speeding up to get some good distance from the walkers.

“Try to keep up.” Daryl replied.

“Daryl, have you looked at this car? Believe me, we want to get back there, too.” Sasha chuckled.

They reached the turn in no time, pulling off right at the mile marker to turn back around. The road led them into a small collection of industrial buildings, right alongside a chain link fence. They slowed, not wanting to burn too much gas, but just as Daryl released the clutch a bit, gunshots sounded through the air.

He ducked, beginning to weave on the bike as a few of the shots shattered the rear windshield of the car. They sped up again, and Daryl spotted shooters lining either side of the road, ambushing them. A car pulled out from a side road, more shooters following after them. Daryl turned too quickly, the bike skidding and sliding to the ground near a few other parked cars.

He grunted in pain, the leg of his jeans and the sleeve of his leather jacket torn to reveal the gnarly road rash across his arm, calf and thigh. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, and he’d still be able to walk fine, but he didn’t have time to think about it as the shots continued. Sasha and Abraham sped on, still being chased by the other car.

Daryl started up the bike again, pulling out only to be quickly followed by two more cars, the shooters from before now sitting in the passenger seats, leaning out with rifles aimed at him. He turned around another building, finding a small collection of walkers waiting for him. He weaved in between them, letting them become an obstacle for the vehicles in pursuit.

He pulled around the few dumpsters and shipping containers in the area before turning down a gravel road in the back, one car following after him. The bike, thankfully, was retrofitted with off-road tires, making it easy for him to zip into the forest and ride between the trees.

He waited under the cover of the forest while the car chasing him had driven past, taking the opportunity to pull across the road covertly. He continued down a gravel road, well, more of a trail, the bike beginning to slow as the roaring engine became more of a hum.

Daryl and the bike made it to a barren part of the forest, no leaves and no vegetation, simply tall stalks that seemed to be trees and various sticks littering the ground. This section of the forest had been on fire, little-to-no visible life remaining.

Letting the bike fall, Daryl collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily as the shock wore off and the pain began to set in. He grunted, sitting up slightly to survey the area.

He made a small noise of surprise as a soft snarl caught his attention, and he turned to face a half-dead walker, burnt to a crisp, wearing motorcycle gear. The clothing had long since melted and cemented itself to the walker’s flesh, the helmet misshapen and black, the plastic burnt and warped. The biker was melted to the ground, and Daryl sighed, flopping onto his back and staring up at the cloudy sky.

When he was ready, Daryl slowly sat back up, gathered his thoughts and stood the bike up. He began the long, tedious venture of wheeling the bike through the woods, trying his best to maneuver through the burned corpses of walkers to get back to Alexandria.

It wasn’t easy. This bike was very heavy, not to mention the ground not exactly as smooth as an asphalt road. He wheeled it down a small hill, grunting in frustration as it got away from him, hitting the ground. He didn’t have much energy left for this, wincing at the feeling of his clothing rubbing against the road rash. Thankfully, he still had his walkie. Though whether or not he was in range with anyone was another question. They’d have to be about six miles away, and he had no hope of contacting anyone at Alexandria.

“Sasha, Abraham, are you there?” He asked. There was only static for a response and he shut it off. His blood was beginning to trickle down his fingers. In frustration, Daryl ripped off one of the fingerless gloves he wore, shrugging out of the jacket to reassess his injuries. He hissed in pain, cradling his arm a bit as he looked through the blood. Not terrible.

Unclipping a bag from the frame of the bike, he started to open it to find his first aid supplies when a twig snapped in the distance. There was rustling, so he dropped the bag and swapped it for his crossbow. Pulling a few fallen branches over his bike, he started off in the general direction to find whatever it was that was disturbing him.

He crept silently across the dirt toward a tree that had a few branches leaning against it in a makeshift lean-to, whipping around the side only to find two young women, standing up abruptly, their hands in the air. The two of them were disheveled, covered in dirt and soot. But they seemed unarmed, which meant there was either someone else around, or hidden weapons.

“You found us, okay?” The taller one with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail huffed. The shorter one with cropped blonde hair said nothing, half hiding behind her. “Here we are. We earned what we took.” Another twig snapped behind him and just as Daryl turned to look, a shorter man with blond hair and scraggly facial hair smacked him across the face with a thick tree branch. Then everything went dark.

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smutinlove · 1 year ago

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Can u do carl grimes angst

after glenns death, negan has an impact on carl and y/n so they have very bad angst every day then negan notices and makes the situation worse so like he makes y/n try to k1ll carl to make her feel guilty

IM SO SORRY

"Rage Filling-up Semi-trucks"

You could still remember his face, Glenn's face. His sad and pleading eyes looking at his wife, Maggie, as he said the words, "Maggie—I'll find you." Those were the finals words that he spoke, those words haunted you and everyone.

Carl wanted to kill Negan, he hated him for what he did to both Glenn and Abraham. Both were strong and honest men who were loved to the moon and back. And now they were gone. And what really was the icing on the cake was that Negan would come by Alexandria and take resources, leaving the Alexandrians with barely anything.

And this enraged everyone.

You sat on the sofa, feeling helpless and miserable. You wished that he wasn't gone. Glenn was a father that you never had and always wanted. He was the light of your life. You didn't know how you were going to spend the rest of your life without him.

As your thoughts spiraled into a tornado, Carl walked by, his hair was dripping wet. He must've gotten out of the shower. "Are you okay?" asked the boy hovering over you.

Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you fucking okay?

Simply, no. You weren't. "Do I look okay, Carl? Do I fucking look okay? Glenn was a father to me. He was my best friend too. And now he's gone and I'll never seen him again!" You yelled with the force of a hundred thunderstorms. Your voice was unshaken.

"I miss him too! It's not just you, okay? I loved Glenn. He was family! I miss him all the time, every waking moment, I yearn for him." Carl replied.

He was right. It wasn't just you that missed him. Everyone missed him. Everyone who was present at the lineup missed him. Glenn was someone that was unforgettable. He changed and saved lives, including yours.

"Fuck. Congratulations, Carl! You were right, again! You're always right, aren't you? You and your smug smile," you scoffed. "Y/N, don't. Don't do this to me," he pleaded, his eyes watery, bringing you back to the night filled with terror.

"Fuck you for being right. Fuck you for being you." You ran out of the house, tears pouring down your cheeks. You couldn't believe it. He was being an asshole.

You heard a loud rattle of metal. "Rick, come on out! Let me in, baby! I need my shit now!" An all too familiar voice yell. Negan wasn't supposed to come for another week. Well, that's Negan Smith, the murderer of Glenn Rhee and Abraham Ford. So, you couldn't expect much from him anyway.

You watched as Rick went over and opened the gates of Alexandria. Negan, along with his crew, came in. "Woah, Rick! This shithole stinks. You ever use a bit of Febreze every now and then?" Negan joked.

You couldn't stand looking at him. You wanted to kill him and rip both his eyes out. But you needed a better plan. A plan that would guarantee Negan dead.

You went back inside and saw Carl putting his gun into his holster and a switchblade in his boot. You glared at him. You hadn't forgiven him yet.

It was definitely too early. "Y/N."

"What?" you replied.

He went closer to you, "Come on, we can kill that motherfucker together."

"You know what I want to do? Yeah, I wanna torture him. I want to rip his eyes out and cut his tiny little dick off. Then, I wanna bash his skull in like he did to Glenn."

Carl tilted his head.

"Y/N, we can do that together."

"No! Fucking no! I'm doing it alone. I don't want you with me. I'm not fragile. I never fucking was!" You yelled. You pushed him away.

"Y/N, you can talk to me."

"But do you listen? You just make it about yourself. Always trying to relate to make ME feel better. God, fuck you." you slapped him.

You went into the kitchen and opened a cabinet, you pushed away few boxes of stale cereal and grabbed the undocumented guns and knives. You picked a pistol and a switchblade.

You hid the switchblade in your boot and grabbed a holster from a different cabinet and put it on and tucked your gun in there. You adjusted your shirt, letting it hide the gun.

As you started to leave the house you said, "Carl, don't you think about following me."

You left, slamming the door. As you made your way down the porch, you heard someone call your name. "Oh, Y/N Rhee! It is Rhee, right? That's your last name."

The way your name rolled off his tongue, gutted you in a hundred ways, all ending with the same thing. Rage.

Y/N Rhee. He called you Y/N Rhee. Rhee. That was Glenn's last name. And he was using your name to ridicule Glenn's.

"Fuck you, Negan," you muttered.

He heard it. "Woah, the little miss can bark."

You looked around, no one was around. Not Rick, not Carl, not even Negan's goons. You discretely lifted your shirt up and grabbed the gun. You cocked the gun and ran to him, tackling him to the ground.

You put the gun to his forehead.

"I know you're sad. I've felt that pain before."

"No! You don't get to tell me about said. You do not get to do that. You're a monster. You are the fucking devil, Negan. And I'm ending it for you. Not tomorrow or later. But today."

Negan chuckled.

"No, you won't, dear. You're too pathetic and weak," said Negan.

It wasn't true. He was wrong. You had a strong will to kill him. And there was nothing preventing you to kill him. Nothing. You already had your finger on the trigger. You just needed to put a little bit more weight and he'd be bleeding out on the hot and rough ground, staining it.

"Do it. I dare you."

You couldn't. You got up and tucked your gun back in your holster.

"You know, you should never have your finger on the trigger if you're not ready to shoot. Have you ever even shot someone?" He asked.

You had. A few times. To you, those people you'd shot before were meaningless enemies. But to someone else, they were family.

"Yeah."

Negan nodded and sat next to you on the porch. "You know, kid, I'm sorry," Negan said with a smile.

"No, you're not," you replied. "You know that boyfriend of yours, Carl, right?"

You nodded.

"I heard you two fighting. Y'all were fucking loud! And I gotta say, that sounds like a fucked up relationship. Maybe It'd be better if he's dead." Death is something we all near each year and yet we try and stray far from. But now you had the opportunity to do it.

It'd be better. You two fought a lot. "Think about it, Y/N. It'd be freeing," and with that, he left.

You went back inside and grabbed your switchblade that you'd tucked in your boot earlier. Carl sat on the sofa, he looked angry.

"Oh, hey, Carl," you called out. "Hey, Y/N, listen, I'm sorry."

Everyone was sorry, but did they fucking mean it? No.

You charged at him and pushed him off of the sofa. You pinned him to the ground and brought your blade up to his throat.

"Y/N, don't do this."

"Stop telling me what I can and cannot do!" You yelled.

You brought the blade closer.

"I heard everything Negan said!" He blurted out.

You looked away, mortified. You listened to Negan Smith. You actually let him get inside your head. With that thought, tears streamed down your cheeks. "I'm sorry, Carl," you said.

You tossed the blade aside and the two of you got up and hugged each other.

"I let him get into my head. I let him... I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry."

"You don't have to be. Negan is just another fucked up, psychopath with parental issues who murders innocents for fun."

You laughed.

It was so fucking true.

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Clandestine | Drive and Burn

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Sometime Later

They reached Alexandria as the sky turned the color of ash—smoky gray, tinged with orange at the horizon. Phoenix sat rigid in the passenger seat of the fuel truck, heart thudding. Daryl’s knuckles were white on the wheel. Behind them, Sasha and Abraham sat tense and silent, listening to the groan of the undead that had followed them all this way.

As the truck rolled closer to the gates, Phoenix’s stomach twisted.

Something was wrong.

“Shit,” Daryl muttered.

Ahead, just past the wall, a swirl of walkers pressed inward—dozens, maybe hundreds. And in the middle of it, clinging to the back of a crumbling porch, was Glenn.

Phoenix leaned forward, eyes narrowing. He wasn’t just pinned. He was about to die.

“No time to stop,” she said. “Take us in.”

Abraham didn’t wait for instructions—he kicked open the side panel, climbed up onto the roof of the truck with Sasha right behind him. As Daryl threw the truck into gear and punched it through the gates, Phoenix grabbed the handle and stood on the runner bar, rifle in hand.

Gunfire echoed like thunder.

Sasha’s shots were tight and efficient. Abraham’s were wild but effective.

Phoenix caught Glenn’s eye as he made a break for the alley behind the house.

She fired into the closest walker, then the next. Blood sprayed the siding of the house.

“Glenn!” Sasha called. “Move!”

He stumbled behind them as the truck skidded to a stop. Phoenix pulled him up onto the side of the truck, kicking off a stray walker that tried to latch onto his boot.

Inside, safe for now, Glenn gasped for air. “Thanks,” he coughed. “Thanks—Jesus.”

Phoenix climbed in, slamming the door.

“We can lead them away,” Glenn panted. “The truck, the sound, the fuel—we can pull them.”

Phoenix shook her head. “No time. They’re already in.” She looked out the window at the chaos—walkers pouring into Alexandria like a ruptured artery. Then her eyes locked on the pond. The reflection of the flames, the heavy air, the stillness. And an idea struck, she turned to Daryl, “Get the RPG ready.”

He blinked. “What?”

“I’m gonna flood the pond with fuel,” she said, already reaching for the emergency valve lever by the fuel tank. “We light it up. Big boom. Distraction.”

“That’s your plan?” Abraham asked. “Set our damn town on fire?”

“No,” she said. “Just make it bright enough to make the dead forget we’re tastier.”

Daryl gave a tight nod and jumped down, grabbing the launcher from the back of the truck. Phoenix moved with purpose, dragging the fuel line and wrenching the valve open. Thick, black liquid spilled into the water, making swirls of oil and death.

Walkers stumbled toward the noise of the truck and the fresh scent of fuel. She looked to Daryl, across the rippling pond. “Now!”

He aimed. Fired.

BOOM.

The explosion ripped through the air like the sky splitting apart. A column of flame shot into the heavens, reflecting off every window in Alexandria. The pond was gone—replaced by fire. Walkers turned, drawn to the blaze, and Phoenix watched them dive into it. Mindless. One by one, they dropped into the inferno, burning like leaves in the wind.

“Holy shit,” Sasha whispered behind her.

Phoenix barely heard her. She stepped forward, eyes on the chaos. Rick’s voice was shouting somewhere. Gunfire rattled in every direction. Carl ran past with a machete. Carol moved like a ghost through the smoke. It was working, they were fighting, all of them.

The fire roared louder, and Phoenix stood at the edge of it, chest heaving.

Daryl appeared at her side, blood on his cheek. “You alright?”

She nodded. “You?”

He didn’t answer, just looked out over the flames, they burned for hours. And when the smoke finally settled and the screams faded, Alexandria was still standing.

The morning stank of scorched rot and old blood.

Phoenix stepped around a half-charred walker still twitching in the street, its skull caved in by something blunt. Smoke still clung to the air like fog. Alexandria had fallen into a deep and unfamiliar quiet—the kind that came after hell tore through a place and left only breath and bones behind.

She paused near the church steps, looking out over the broken landscape.

Bodies, dozens of them, lay tangled in the ash and soot—some still burning low in the pond, their blackened limbs drifting in the water. Walkers. All of them. None moving anymore.

The town was theirs again.

Ahead, outside the infirmary, a group stood in still silence. Tara. Rosita. Eugene. Even Spencer, who looked like he’d been crying. Michonne was just inside, holding Judith in her arms, whispering something soft and slow.

Phoenix walked in through the side door.

Denise didn’t look up from her work—her sleeves rolled high, arms slick with blood and antiseptic. Daryl sat on the examination table, stripped to the waist. A long, jagged cut traced the side of his back, half-stitched.

Phoenix took a seat on the stool beside him.

He didn’t say anything. Neither did she.

The silence was comfortable. She watched as Denise threaded the needle through his skin, and as Daryl barely flinched. The smell of disinfectant burned her nose.

"Almost done," Denise murmured, standing. "Need more chlorohexidine. I'll be back."

Michonne nodded and followed her out with Judith still on her hip, maybe sensing something else was about to happen.

Now it was just the two of them.

Daryl exhaled, slow. “Who the hell’s Negan?”

Phoenix froze.

Her first instinct was to lie. Or to pretend she didn’t hear him. Or to deflect—to throw back some sarcastic answer and shift the conversation like she always did.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she looked away.

Her pulse kicked up. Her fingers curled tight in her lap, nails pressing into her palm. She could feel the blood draining from her face.

There were two voices in her head now—one telling her to bury it, to get out, to run. The other one—the quieter one—just whispered, "Tell him."

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” Daryl added when she didn’t respond. “I just figured… you knew something.”

Phoenix stood up so fast her stool scraped the tile. Her eyes darted to the door.

“I need to—” she started, then stopped.

Daryl twisted at the waist despite the pain, trying to see her face. “Hey, Phoenix.”

She didn’t look at him.

“Phe.”

Still silent.

“I know it’s hard to trust people. Hell, I barely do it myself. But I trust you.”

That stopped her cold.

She stood at the door, hand on the frame, jaw clenched hard enough it ached. The weight of his words hit her deeper than she expected—like he’d said something fragile that she might break just by not responding.

Trust.

She hadn’t thought about that word in a long time. Not in a way that meant something.

The last time she’d trusted someone like that, they’d been ripped apart in front of her.

“Why would you trust me?” she wanted to shout. “You don’t know what I’ve done. You don’t know who I was before.”

But she didn’t say any of it.

Instead, she pulled the door open. Sunlight spilled across the floor, sharp and unforgiving.

She stared at the ground for a second longer. Then turned back.

“I’ll be at my place,” she said, voice quiet. “When you’re done here… come by.”

Phoenix didn’t wait for an answer.

She stepped out into the light and let the door shut behind her.

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 2 years ago

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close to home | chapter twenty six

plot: the reader and Maggie have a heart to heart about a certain archer, and Eugene tells everyone the truth about his devious lies

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,957 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, character death A/N: thank you for reading!!! rip Beth

You were antsy as the truck approached the church. It had been a long day, and Eugene was still nursing the headache that would likely linger for a few days. You were confident he didn’t have a concussion, just some really bad bruises.

When the group decided to go back, you were ecstatic. The idea of seeing Rick, Carl, Michonne, Tyreese and Sasha, and hopefully Daryl again had you nearly bouncing on the seat. You wanted to yell at Abraham to drive faster.

When the church came into view, you grabbed Tora and your bag, waiting for it to halt. You couldn’t really see what was going on outside--other than Abraham blocking the doors--so you gave a quick look before jumping down.

“(Y/N)!” Carl yelled.

You smiled and ran over to the kid, giving him a hug and bringing Michonne in with one. As you pulled away and they greeted the rest of the group, you looked around. Only Carl, Michonne, Judith, and Gabriel were there.

You looked back at Michonne as she looked between you and Maggie. “Beth’s alive. She's in a hospital in Atlanta. Some people have her, but the others went to get her back.”

Her words left you speechless, and you felt your knees weaken slightly as Maggie clung to you. “Do we know which one?” She asked.

“Grady Memorial.”

***

You were anxious as the truck stopped at one of the back entrances of the hospital. Rosita and Tara immediately scoped out the area as you followed Maggie and Glenn. There were dead bodies littered on the ground, and you glanced to see if they were anyone from your group, but you didn’t recognize anyone.

Maggie glanced back at you with a smile, and you returned it. Your hands were tingling with excitement, and you tried to control it. Your baby cousin was alive. She was alive. And she would be here soon. You’d be able to see that smiling face and hear her laugh--the same childlike laugh she’s had since she was a little girl.

Of course, you were all on guard, and your gun was pointed in awareness. When you got closer to the door, you watched as Rick walked out, leading the group. Your eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head, and your stomach tightened.

You picked up your pace and caught up to Maggie, lowering your gun and watching your family walk out the doors. You’d just passed one of the fences when you saw Daryl, who had been crying, and in his arms was Beth.

All the air left your lungs and your knees weakened. Your heart fractured and broke apart as Maggie started screaming, falling onto her knees. Hot, thick tears pooled and overflowed from your eyes, and you started shaking your head. “No, no, no.”

Daryl was crying as he approached the two of you, laying Beth’s body in front of you. You weren’t sure how you managed to kneel next to her, but you did and took her small hands in your own. Maggie was crying hysterically as you cried silently, watching as she knelt her head on her sister’s stomach.

You looked down at your sweet cousin’s face and cupped her cheeks, brushing back her bloody hair and leaning down to kiss her forehead.

You felt hands on your back, and Daryl knelt beside you, but you couldn’t focus on him. You could only stare at your baby cousin.

“We can’t…” Rick said, wiping tears from his eyes. “We have to move. The city isn’t safe.”

Your hands shook as you let go of your cousin and looked up to see Glenn embrace Maggie. You cried harder at the sight of her and slowly stood up, wiping away continuously as each tear fell.

Unspoken words filled you as you watched Rick pick up Beth’s body with shaking arms. You could see on his face how devastated he was, but you couldn’t focus on it. Your world was titled off its axis, and no one supported you. The one person that felt your pain had more pain than you over this had someone for her.

You felt a hand on your back and turned, looking up at Daryl’s tear-soaked face.

“‘M sorry,” He said.

Not knowing what else to do, you slowly nodded and moved toward him, wrapping your arms around his waist and crying into his chest. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, and he held you tightly, repeating that he was sorry repeatedly.

“(Y/N), we gotta go,” He whispered, pulling away slightly. His arm was still wrapped around you, and he held you tightly against him, but you could walk side by side.

You were thankful he was supporting you as you walked towards the truck because you weren’t sure if you’d been able to make it. You vaguely heard Rick and Tyreese saying they were going to grab another car, the truck wouldn’t fit everyone, and the car they’d taken initially was too far away. You didn’t pay attention as you climbed into the empty truck and slid into the seat closest to the window.

Tora jumped on your lap, undoubtedly sensing something was wrong. Daryl got into the truck, too, scouting over next to you. He looked at your crying face for only a second before hesitating to wrap his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into an embrace.

Your head was resting against his chest as others piled into the truck. Maggie and Glenn were in front of you, and she momentarily reached back to grab your hand. You two shared a look before she turned back to Glenn, and you closed your teary eyes and pulled Daryl closer. As usual, you felt him tense--you knew how little he liked being touched, but you were so delirious in your loss, hurt, and anger that you didn’t care.

It seemed like he didn’t either.

***

It was dark when Abraham pulled off on the side of the road, and Daryl looked down at you as the truck stopped. Tora was stretched across your lap, and your body was half slumped onto his. You cried yourself to sleep, and you were tucked neatly and tightly in his arms.

He glanced out the window and watched the rest of the group exited their vehicles. Tears brimming his eyes, he sighed and looked down at you again, but he blinked them away. The guilt he felt about Beth’s death was eating him alive, and it was even worse when he thought about the pain he’d caused you and Maggie. If he’d tried harder, if things had been different, maybe Beth would be alive and here right now.

But he pushed the thoughts away and gently shook you awake. He wanted to let you sleep longer, but the group needed to discuss and figure out some things.

You were groggy as you sat up, and Tora jumped off your lap and followed Tara out of the truck. Daryl watched you look around and then tiredly sigh, your body sinking in on itself.

“C’mon, we’re makin’ camp for the night, and we gotta figure shit out,” Daryl said. He watched you nod and then open the door, slowly getting out of the truck. He followed after you and glanced around, where the group was starting to set up camp.

He looked at you, going to help Carol with something, and walked over to Rick. He was sitting with Noah, and their conversation ended as he approached. Daryl gave Noah a nod before walking away, and he sat down next to Rick.

“Apparently, Beth wanted to get Noah to Virginia. There was some sort of community.” Rick said quietly, eyes scanning over the group making camp.

“Virginia?” Daryl asked.

He nodded and looked at his brother. “What do you think?”

“Long trip. Need better cars. And supplies.”

Rick nodded, “Yeah, I thought the same. I figured we could find a place to stay a day or two while scavenging and then go. Maggie and (Y/A), it’ll be good for them to be busy the next few days. How is she, by the way?”

Daryl shrugged and looked at you. You were helping Carol, and now Tara, get food going. Probably what was left of the rations. “She’s strong. So’s Maggie.”

“I’ll talk to Abraham and Glenn about Virginia first, and then we’ll tell the group. I don’t want them to worry about that tonight.”

Daryl nodded, “Imma help Rosita get the perimeter up.”

Rick gave him a nod before Daryl walked off, glancing back toward you. With the fire going, he could see your red and puffy eyes, and he had to look away.

***

An hour later, the camp was settled. Everybody had eaten a little before tucking themselves away for the night. Rosita and Abraham stood watch, with Rick and Carol. You were trying to get yourself comfortable, but to no avail; everything hurt and was uncomfortable.

You sighed and sat up, looking around the dark camp and hearing the sound of Eugene snoring. You made sure Tora was okay--sleeping with Carl, of course--before you stood up. You caught Rick’s attention and nodded, sending him the best smile you could manage before walking over to Daryl.

He was leaning against a tree, cleaning his arrows in the firelight. You sighed as you sat beside him, leaning against the tree. Your shoulder brushed against his, and you let out a sigh. “I can’t sleep.”

He nodded and stayed silent.

“Can you tell me how it happened?”

“The leader of the group. Beth stabbed her. She shot Beth. I killed her.”

You looked at him and nodded slowly. “Thank you.”

“Don’ thank me. I…”

You moved so you were sitting next to him, crisscrossing your legs. “Don’t blame yourself, Daryl. None of this is your fault. It just… is.”

“I coulda-”

You shook your head. “And I coulda done something different with Mika and Lizzie.”

Daryl looked at you with red eyes, and the exhaustion on his face made you frown. You couldn’t imagine being in that hospital or what he’d been through. And you knew that Beth and Daryl got out of the prison together, and you knew he was grieving her death just the same.

“I think we hugged for the first time today,” You said, a small smile on your lips. Your eyes hurt from all the crying, and your body ached with exhaustion and pain, but smiling was nice. To breathe. To be here, with Daryl, who always made you feel better, no matter how terrible things were.

Daryl scuffed and shook his head, picking up another arrow to clean. You moved slowly, lying back, dusting away a few twigs. It was a little chillier away from the fire, but it was better. You felt safer next to Daryl and less alone.

“Do you remember the night we met?” You asked, glancing up at the side of his face. When he nodded, you continued. “It feels like years ago. What was it, six months ago or so? I don’t even know…”

“Why you thinkin’ ‘bout all that?”

You shrugged your shoulders and yawned. “I was just thinking about how I feel safe. How you make me feel safe.”

Daryl hesitated but looked at you. “I do?”

You nodded, closing your eyes as sleep finally started approaching. “Yeah, you do. Once you put that crossbow down that night, I knew you wouldn’t point it at me again.”

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daryldicksuckon69 · 4 months ago

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Good Morning to Ya Too (18+) 👄

Pair: Daryl Dixon x Reader Era: Very Early Alexandria Era (No particular season, Glenn and Abraham are alive, and there are no Saviors) Tags: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Teasing by the whole group, Jealousy, Possessive Reader Warnings: None

Summary: You and Daryl had always been good friends, but when you overhear the Newberry women talk about him at their welcome barbeque, you begin to wonder whether you may like him more than you’ve let on. Beginning: You’re not the jealous type, you had right to believe that statement to be true. Until this blistering Georgian summer’s evening.

Good Morning to Ya Too (18+) 👄

You hadn’t thought you were the jealous type. No, that wasn’t you. You were never one to let your emotions get the better of you, especially when it came to Daryl. He was your friend, the one you relied on, the one who always had your back in this world gone to hell. You’d both survived too much together for any foolish feelings to get in the way. Or so you told yourself, anyway.

But then came that blistering Georgian summer evening.

It was the first official week since the Newberry group had joined you at the prison, and Rick had reluctantly agreed to Karen’s suggestion of a welcome barbecue. Not everyone was thrilled about it—Michonne’s distaste for social gatherings was well-known, and Daryl, well, Daryl wasn’t exactly the most social of people either. But you’d managed to get everyone on the same page—sort of. A small, quiet gathering was the compromise, and as far as you were concerned, it was a much-needed break from the constant fighting and running.

You were busy at the makeshift bar with Carol, drying off cups you'd scavenged during a run with Daryl. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple, the breeze just cool enough to offer relief from the heat of the day. Conversations and laughter floated through the air—something you hadn't experienced in what felt like ages.

Carol, on the other side of the bar, was tending to what she called sausages, though they were more like slices of steak on sticks. Still, they were a hit among the Newberrians and your group alike, and that was something you could appreciate.

"Need any help with that?" you asked, trying to distract yourself from the growing tension inside.

Carol shot you a look, one eyebrow raised. "Are you sure you’re not distracted by someone else?"

You didn’t need to ask who she was talking about. Her smirk gave it away.

You glanced over at Daryl, who was off talking with the Newberry men, laughing and joking in his usual quiet way. You’d been through so much together—fighting walkers, surviving on the road—but there was something different tonight. Maybe it was the way the golden light of the setting sun cast shadows on his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw, or the way his laugh, low and genuine, made your heart flutter in a way it never had before. Or maybe it was just the way the Newberry women looked at him—eyes filled with more than just admiration.

You caught snippets of their conversation, their voices just loud enough for you to hear.

“You see the way his shirt fits?” one of the women said, her voice teasing. “I swear, if I were any closer, I’d rip it off him myself.”

“Yeah, right,” another woman laughed. “But I bet that beard... I’d rather let him wear it for a while.”

The last woman, who you thought was named Lucy, sighed almost dreamily. “Mmm, the way he looks when he smirks... I'd let him get away with anything.”

You felt a pang in your chest that you couldn't explain. You tried to brush it off. This was Daryl—your friend. Sure, he was ruggedly handsome, but you’d never thought of him like that. Not before. Not until now.

Carol’s voice interrupted your thoughts, laced with a teasing tone. “What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’ve got a crush on him, too?”

You laughed, trying to play it cool. “Me? Nah. He’s just a good friend. Always has been.”

Carol gave you a knowing look. "Right. Sure."

You forced yourself to focus on your task, but your eyes kept drifting to Daryl. The way the sun caught his hair as it blew in the breeze, how he leaned against the table with one arm folded across his chest, his eyes scanning the group. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to attention, but tonight, there was something different in the way people—especially the women—looked at him.

You hadn’t noticed before. You hadn’t cared before. But now? Now it felt like a weight, something heavy in your chest.

You turned back to Carol, your thoughts scrambled. "You’re right. Maybe I am distracted. But it’s not what you think."

Carol raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what exactly do you think it is?"

Before you could answer, a deep voice broke through your thoughts.

"You want another drink?" he asked, his voice washing over you like a sweet caress. Before you could answer, he put his hand on the small of your back, burning your skin while he brushed past, grabbing drinks for the both of you. Trying your best to control your breathing, you were engulfed by Daryl's scent, and you were tempted to just lean in and bury your face in his chest. Instead, you grabbed the glass with your drink, determined to forget all about this nonsense.

Seconds later, you found yourself staring at Daryl's neck as he downed his own drink, leaving you to think about all the ways you could bite and lick his skin. Holding in a growl, you wondered if Daryl always stood so close to you. Trying to look away from him, you caught another glimpse at the girls, and the looks they gave you ranged from jealous to impressed. There was a good chance they considered you and Daryl to be a couple, and the thought brought even more heat to your body.

"Are you listening to me?" Daryl asked, making you look at him completely dumbfounded.

"What?"

Concern crawled onto Daryl’s face, and you drowned in the blue of his eyes as he lifted his hand to your face, carefully cupping your cheek. "Are you alright? You look flushed."

Your breath hitched in your throat at the soft touch, but then you managed to smile. "I just don't like the heat. Tell me about your bike."

Daryl studied you for a moment before taking his hand away. "It’s nothing, just glad that they’ve got useful tools and petrol for it, needed an upgrade, yaknow? That way, I can take passengers safely too, more conspicuous to go on supply runs or sus things out with a small bike.”

"Alright, at least I’ll have a better ride tomorrow than I usually do." Daryl smiled. "Another drink?"

You nodded, hoping the alcohol would manage to douse your confused mind. A few drinks later, there was still a tingling feeling whenever Daryl stood too close or touched you, but you stopped worrying about it.

When it was getting late, Daryl led you up the stairs to your new room. Sharing a house with the crew was the best thing to do. You were all bonded through your troubles and losses, and it was hard to pretend you were back to suburban life in separate houses. Plus, you knew you could trust each other. You walked over sleeping bodies, the sounds of snoring filling the air, and made your way up the stairs. You managed to snag a private kid’s room, just needing the seclusion while everyone else was asleep downstairs.

Daryl's arm wrapped around your waist like so many times before. You’d usually share a room as you took alternating shifts guarding, so you’d never really be in there together until late in the morning when one of you was relieved. The second you were through the door, Daryl kicked off his boots and took off his shirt.

After what you felt downstairs, you hesitated for a moment to do the same. But you’d look a lot less suspicious if you did everything as always. You took off your own shirt, and by the time you pulled down your pants, Daryl had already crawled into the bed in his underwear.

You lay down next to him, and it didn’t take long for Daryl’s breathing to change, signaling that he’d fallen asleep. With a sigh, you turned your back to him, convinced that tomorrow everything would be normal again.

The next morning, one thing is, in fact, normal. When you wake up, Daryl is basically wrapped around you. Whenever you share a bed, there's a good chance you wake up completely entangled. Usually, you wiggle your way out of his grip and get up, but today you can't bring yourself to move at all. Daryl has his arm wrapped around your waist, his whole body pressing against yours.

His face is buried in your neck, and when his hot breath ghosts over your skin, it sends cold shivers down your spine. You think about all the things the other women wanted to do to Daryl, and it gives you a sick sort of satisfaction that you're actually in a position to do just that.

You dare yourself to move, rolling your hips. Daryl steers with a grunt. His lips touch the skin on your neck, and then you can feel his length rubbing hard against your ass. Your heart almost beats out of your chest, but you also feel bad about doing this to him in his sleep.

Turning around, you try to bring a little distance between the two of you, but Daryl won't have it, pulling you close again. You can feel him pressing against your thigh while your hands come to rest against his chest. There's still a chance for you to get out of this, but you don't want to.

Instead, you run your hand over Daryl's chest and up to his neck, your grip firm since you don't want to hide what you're doing. He steers, and you venture back down, playing with the little hairs and circling Daryl's nipples with your fingertips. With a grunt, he barely opens his eyes, making your blood run cold.

"Morning To Ya, Too ," Daryl mumbles, and you're not sure if he doesn't notice what you're doing or if he chooses not to comment on it.

"Good morning," you say, and with your heart pounding like crazy, you dare to let your hand wander.

You caress Daryl's stomach, enthralled by how soft the skin feels. You dig a little into the flesh until his muscles harden under your touch.

Daryl has propped himself up a little, watching how your hand ventures even lower, and finally, his eyes grow wide. You keep looking at him while you move your hand even lower, unable to stop yourself.

The second your hand cups the bulge in Daryl's pants, he gets in motion. With a grunt, he grabs you by your waist and pulls you close. This time, it's no accident when his lips meet your neck, and he teases your skin with little licks and bites.

Spurred on by Daryl's reaction, you get more daring. Without making a fuss, you pull his underwear down and wonder what the three women would have to say about the glorious cock that springs into your hand. Daryl growls as you stroke him, and when he lifts you up, you eagerly follow along, climbing on top of him.

Daryl hitches up your dress and holds it in place while you rub your pussy along the length of his cock, coating him with your slick. You wish you could draw this out, but you're so turned on that you can only think about feeling Daryl inside of you. He stays still as you position yourself on top of him and closes his eyes with a deep groan when you slowly sink down onto his cock.

The sheer size of him drives you close to the edge, so you stay still for a moment. Without looking, Daryl runs his hands up your legs and over your stomach. His touch brings goosebumps all over your skin, your nipples hardening under the thin fabric of your dress. Daryl opens his eyes, his gaze fixed on you as he ventures higher with his touches. His large hands cup your breasts, and the second he knits the soft flesh, you can't hold on any longer.

Rolling your hips, you drive Daryl's cock in and out of you at a rough pace, unable to avoid his gaze. He's looking at you with so much fire and greed in his eyes that it takes your breath away. You thought that you maybe could get Daryl to fool around with you for a bit, but you never could have predicted something like this. For five years, you've watched Daryl say no to countless women, but here he is, saying yes to you.

As Daryl eagerly pushes the fabric of your dress aside, revealing your breasts, you can't help but feel a rush of excitement. His skilled mouth works its magic, driving you wild with pleasure. You ride him harder than any motorcycle could ever dream of, the sensation of him inside you pushing you closer and closer to the edge. With a loud moan, your mouth falls open as you reach your climax, Daryl's name echoing through the room. He continues to thrust into you, his own pleasure building with each passing moment. Finally, he pulls out, leaving a trail of come on his stomach. As you both catch your breath, you can't help but feel a deep connection between you. You want nothing more than to lie down and cuddle up to him, but a sudden thought occurs to you.

"Shit," you curse, scrambling out of bed and tossing the covers off yourself, "we're gonna be late."

Daryl groans, but he’s up right behind you, both of you rushing to get dressed. The sun’s already rising, casting a golden glow across the camp, and you’re well past the time you were supposed to leave for the supply run. You needed to be out before the sun came up, but now you’re scrambling to get everything together.

Half an hour later, you’re standing by the side of the road, trying to steady your breathing. Daryl walks over, and when he leans back against the same tree as you, his shoulder brushes against yours. You don’t flinch.

“Are you ready?” he asks, his blue eyes focused on you, looking for any hint of uncertainty.

Your mind is still spinning, and you’re not sure you’re ready for the supply run—much less what’s going to happen after it. You’re so terrified you’ve messed things up between you two, it must show on your face.

Daryl takes your hand, squeezing it lightly. "You’ll be alright. Trust me."

That, you can do. You take a deep breath, pushing away the anxiety. No matter what happens, you know you can trust Daryl. You pull your bandana over your face, your heart still racing but grounding yourself in the moment.

“Let’s do this.”

Daryl grins and pulls up his bandana, his eyes bright. "That’s my girl."

He turns toward the trees beyond Alexandria, staring out at the thick forest, his heart pounding like a damn drum in his chest. For five damn years, you and Daryl had been friends, but now? Now, for reasons he couldn’t understand, he wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be your man. And it wasn’t supposed to feel like this. It didn’t make sense, but it did.

Daryl glances past the trees, catching sight of you across camp, talking to Rick. His heart skips, but before he can let himself get lost in the moment, he sighs and leans back, staring down at the empty page of his journal. It had been a week since that morning when you touched him in ways he didn’t know how to put into words. And ever since then, he hadn’t written or drawn a damn thing. He couldn’t. Not with what was gnawin’ at him inside.

He’s never been good with words, not really. But damn, how could he possibly explain how he felt now? Five years ago, when Daryl first met you, he thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. That simple crush turned into so much more when he got to know you. But the friendship? It felt so good, and he didn’t want to mess it up. After everything he’d been through with love, Daryl buried those feelings deep down, thinking he could forget about them.

But now? Now, he couldn’t shake it. You and him were so damn comfortable together, and he’d come to realize that just being friends wasn’t enough. The last week, though? It felt like drownin’—every time he tried to talk to you, someone else was around, and it was like he couldn’t catch a damn breath.

He just wanted to talk to you. To understand what happened. But after a week of silence, he couldn’t deny it anymore. He missed you. And his old feelings? They were back in full force, and he needed to know if you might feel the same.

Daryl scratches out a note, his handwriting barely legible from how fast his hands are movin'. He walks across camp, eyes flicking to make sure nobody’s watchin'. He hands the note to Rosita, his closest friend, and she raises an eyebrow at him, a teasing smirk creeping onto her face. "What’s this about, Dixon?" she asks, clearly curious. He can’t get the words out, but he doesn’t need to. She knows.

Rosita, always full of energy and not one to keep secrets, takes the note with a knowing grin, but before Daryl can leave, she’s already running off to share it with everyone else. He can hear her calling out to Rick, Glenn, and Michonne—his stomach drops. He didn’t think this part through. But it’s too late now.

He walks out of camp, keeping his distance, riding off on his bike until the sounds of Alexandria fade into the distance. He doesn’t care if they all know. He has to see you. He’ll wait till he gets answers, even if it’s the last damn thing he does.

Three hours later, Daryl’s sitting alone in a small room at the local hotel. He told you in the note where to meet him, and he’s not leaving until he gets to talk to you. He could use a drink to settle his nerves, but he’s not taking that chance. Not now. Not when he needs his head clear.

A knock on the door.

His heart races. He jumps up, almost knocking the door off the hinges, and flings it open. There you stand, looking small and shy, and every damn inch of him aches just seeing you. You’re holding yourself together, but he can tell you’re nervous, too. “You wanted to talk?” you ask, voice soft.

“Yeah,” Daryl replies, his voice rougher than he intended. “Come on in.”

You step past him and move to the center of the room, and Daryl stays where he is, afraid to get too close, scared of what might happen if he does. He takes a deep breath, the words he’s been thinking on for hours suddenly harder to find. “I wanted to talk about what happened last week.”

His heart beats so loud he’s sure you can hear it, but there’s nothing coming from his lips. He wants to say so much, but damn, what if he says the wrong thing? What if he messes this up and you walk away, not wanting to be his friend anymore? He’s stuck in his own head, trapped by the fear of losing you. But as always, you save him.

You step closer, wringing your hands, but this time you look him right in the eye. You take a deep breath and speak first. “Alright,” you start, voice steady but soft. “I’ll start. You’re my best friend, Daryl, and I don’t want to lose that. But for the last week, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to be with you again. Not just as friends. I want to be—”

You hesitate, and Daryl’s heart races, but before you can finish, he blurts it out, “Lovers?”

A weak laugh escapes you, and you shrug a little. “Yeah,” you admit, “I guess. You always were the one with the words.” You laugh again, this time more freely. “Yeah. Lovers.”

Daryl feels like the ground’s shifting beneath him. Grief, heartbreak, fear—he feels it all, but it’s not bad. It’s new, this feeling, and it’s everything he ever wanted. He wants to speak, but the words are stuck.

So, he takes a step forward, and without thinkin’, he sweeps you up into his arms, lifting you off your feet. You let out a surprised squeal, but Daryl doesn’t stop. He kisses you like it’s the first and last time, holding you close. He’s done tryin’ to figure this out. There’s no more words needed between you two—just this.

Kissing your neck, Daryl carries you over to the bed to put you down on it, and seconds later, you're tearing at each other's clothes, wanting to feel each other, to be close again. Daryl crawls on top of you, and you eagerly spread your legs, letting him in. Buried deep inside of you, he takes a moment to feel that deep calmness only you're able to give him.

Daryl stares into your eyes, bathing in the way you look back at him. There's so much adoration and acceptance that it takes his breath away. You smile up at him, and while marveling at the curve of your lips, Daryl realizes that despite what happened last week, he's never had the pleasure of kissing you.

He leans in, and you lift up your chin, fuelling his courage by welcoming him once again, always the one to take him just the way he is. Daryl presses his lips to yours, the soft brush of skin on skin so tender that he completely loses himself.

Your hands are in his hair, holding on as he deepens the kiss, your tongues rubbing hot against each other. Daryl's engulfed by your taste, your scent, the way you hold on to him, needing him, trusting him. He wishes he could stay like this, preserve this moment forever, but you're both too desperate for more.

Daryl can't tell who loses control first, but all the tenderness soon makes room for shared moans between kisses, your fingers clawing at Daryl's skin as he thrusts into you, spurred on by the euphoria of venturing deeper and deeper into your tight heat.

Reality blurs as you become Daryl's whole world. Nothing matters but your touches and kisses, the sweet words you whisper into his ear before crying out his name. Still, Daryl feels guilty for not saying anything when you laid your heart bare to him. He keeps as still as he can, taking your face in his hands before searching your eyes.

"Goddamn girl, I love you," he says, his voice hoarse as the words rush out of him, a prayer that you'll hopefully accept.

The expression on your face is truly one of a goddess, not a cruel one, but so beautiful that you could shatter him on a whim. "I love you, too," you say, your voice soft, a sweet caress for Daryl's tormented soul.

He kisses you again, unable to stop now, losing himself in everything you are to him. You hold on to him, your eyes meeting again as you wrap your legs around him, forbidding him to shy away just an inch. Daryl follows your every desire, pushing into you to elicit eager moans and gasps, carrying you closer and closer to your sweet undoing.

You come with Daryl's name on your lips, your muscles clenching so hard around him that he can't hold on. Still in your grasp, Daryl thrusts into you, filling you up with his come as your nails leave desperate marks on his skin.

He buries his face against your neck and lets you pet him for a while, but then Daryl lies down next to you to unburden you from his weight. He pulls you close, and you rest your head against his chest, your fingertips caressing his stomach as if you're back at where you started a week ago, coming full circle.

"I think I was jealous," you admit to the silence between you, and Daryl moves a little to the side to look down at you.

"Jealous?"

"Last week in the saloon, these girls were talking about how good looking you were and what they would want to do to you in bed."

"Keep going," Daryl teases.

You laugh but hit his chest with not much force. "I'm trying to be serious here."

Daryl leans in, planting a soft kiss on your lips. "I'm sorry. Are you talking about that Lucy girl?"

"You remember her name?" you say, your brows knitting together, and Daryl can't help but find your jealousy pretty endearing.

"If it makes you do to me what you did last week, I'll remember all of their names."

You laugh, but instead of hitting Daryl again, you push him onto his back to crawl on top of him. Daryl reaches down to hold you in place, enjoying how your beautiful body melts against his. You look at him with a devilish smile that brings heat to every inch of his body.

"You're going to punish me now?" Daryl asks, not minding the idea at all, but you shake your head.

"No, I won't punish you," you say, leaning down to leave some sweet kisses all over his chest. "I want to make up for lost time. Five years of lost time."

Daryl lets go off you to rest his arms over his head. "I'm all yours."

You run your fingers over his beard and the scars on his chin as if you need to rediscover him. "I hoped that you'd say that."

Over the last years, Daryl has paid for many hotel rooms, but he's never had to pay extra for a broken bed before. Judging by the bartender's stare, it might also be some time before Daryl can show his face here again without getting weird looks.

Not that he cares. Daryl follows you outside to the horses, his eyes hefted to your swaying hips. He only looks up when you turn around to him, pulling him in for a kiss. It's as if you already missed him in the few minutes you haven't been glued together.

Daryl feels the same way, and holding you in his arms, he knows that he'd do anything for you. His friend, his lover, his girl.

#Fluff #Friends to Lovers #Teasing by the whole group #Jealousy #Possessive Reader

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emswritingsstuff · 1 year ago

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can i plz request rosita x fem reader enemies to lovers 🙏🏼

Sunlight (Rosita Espinosa x Fem! Reader)

Note: Implied PLATONIC! Glenn x Reader bc i love Glenn and i miss him

WC: 3.9k

The prison was in flames, your newly found home gone. Just like that. You and Glenn were left there. As well as Tara, one of the Governors fighters, who was a stranger to you both. You had seen her during the fight, but she looked terrified. She didn’t want to do what they did, and you knew that, so you trusted her. Glenn knew it too; it's why he saved her.

But no one else was there. Just you three. Amidst all the chaos, it was a no-brainer you all were going to get separated. But you did not think it was as bad as this. You both had no clue if your family was dead or alive, or even just injured, anything like that.

It was just frustrating. And now you are stuck with people you barely know. They picked you up after Glenn passed out, you had guessed wanting to help. And stronger in numbers for their benefit. You had tried telling them you had to stay, but without Glenn, your fighting fell on deaf ears. It took Glenn waking up and breaking a window to actually be heard.

Both of you tried to leave, Tara in tow. But Abraham wasn’t budging. What was his deal? You and Glenn kept walking, despite his loud protests. But soon both of you stopped when he spoke up.

“When the people we love kick it, well they disappear. Doesn’t mean you have to go out that way too.” God that pissed you both off, just leave them in the slim chance they’re dead? Yeah no way. Before you could say anything, Glenn was quick to throw a punch. You were stunned, but noted in your brain to high five Glenn for it later.

“She's alive, I'm gonna find her,” Glenn spat, quickly turning his heel and walking away. You nod along and walk forward with him. From behind, you heard Abraham speak up again,”Son of a bitch!”

Abraham tackled Glenn and pinned him to the ground, starting a fight, punching Glenn in the face. “Fucking stop!” With no idea what had come over you, your fist collided with Abraham’s face. You stumbled backward in shock and soon you were met with a punch, that one coming from Rosita. “Punch him again, I’ll shoot you next time,” she said through gritted teeth walking away from you going to help Abraham.

The tensions died down as soon as Eugene spotted the herd, putting all of your angry feelings towards that. Wiping the sweat off your face, you noticed blood on your hand. Rosita can pack a punch you noted to yourself. Grabbing your backpack you ripped out a rag and held it to your nose, hoping the bleeding would stop soon.

“You okay?” You turn your head to see Glenn, holding a water bottle toward you. Taking it, you poured some of it on the rag to clean your face a bit. Handing the bottle back, Glenn took a swig and put it back in his bag. “I’m fine. What about you? Are you okay?”

Glenn just shrugged, sighing frustrated. “I’m okay, just worried about Mags.” Placing your hand on his shoulder, you gave it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll find her,” he nodded sadly and looked up to see Rosita walking toward you both. She had Glenn’s picture of Maggie, handing it to him.

“Thanks,” Rosita nodded her head in response, walking away but also managing to give you a dirty look before turning around.

“I don’t like them” you said quietly enough so they couldn’t hear.

“Well we don’t have a choice right now,” Glenn sighed in response. Looking down at his feet, almost defeated. Glenn gestured toward the leaking truck, you groaned and crouched down to sit. You put your head in your hands, tears threatening to fall, but you didn’t let them. Last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of these assholes.

“C’mon, we’re going,” Glenn nudged you and you stood up. Sniffling and keeping your head down, not caring to make eye contact. You trailed behind, Glenn leading the way for the groups mostly. You could slightly overhear Tara and Rosita’s conversation from where you were, talking about you. Great.

“The hell is her deal?” Rosita gestured toward you, looking at Tara. Tara just shrugged in response, “Griefing probably, her and Glenn did just lose their whole community.” Rositas face softened a bit, looking back at you but she still whipped her head around. “Well she needs to get a grip, she’s not the only one who's lost people,” She picked up her pace, leaving Tara to walk with Abraham. Tara just shakes her head. That hurt, but you couldn’t let her words get to you. You just couldn’t.

The footsteps stopping caused you to look up, seeing a sign. Terminus. Too good to be true you thought, “Maybe they’re there.”

“Let’s go.” Glenn trudged along, you right beside him. You were going to find your family. Nightfall fell, and you all grew tired, deciding to camp out. You sat close to the fire, knees to your chest, just staring off. It was weirdly quiet. Just the sounds of the fire cracking filling the space.

Abraham then decided to open his mouth, probably deciding it was way too quiet for him. “How many y'all even are there? In your group I mean”

“Don’t know anymore, maybe 12,” Glenn sighed, poking the fire to make sure it stays lit. “And all of you made it?”

“We can hope,” Glenn sat back and looked up at Abraham. He just had that weird smirk on his face, one of humor but kindness too. It was refreshing to meet someone so confident and different, but everything about him and his group still threw you off.

You kept sneaking glances at Rosita from across the fire, already knowing you both weren’t going to be friends. Everytime she had talked about you it was to make a comment or ridicule what you were doing. Granted, you did punch her boyfriend square in the face, but he was pounding Glenn into the ground.

But you couldn’t help but be so interested in her, with no clue why.

Your thoughts got the best of you and you were brought back hearing her speak up, “What are staring at?” Getting embarrassed you look down at your knees in front of you, running a hand through your hair. “Nothing, got lost in thought” you said quietly. She looked away from you and grumbled something to Abraham.

Yeah, definitely not friends.

Back on the road, the day dragged on. Following the track, Glenn kept finding messages from Maggie. Go to Terminus. She’s alive, thank God. While following the track, you got led to a tunnel. “We should go around, no clue what’s in there,” Abraham suggests, Glenn just shakes his head.

“No, it could take days,” Glenn sheds his riot gear and hands it to Eugene. Signaling he was making the choice to go in. “I’m going too,” you say. Though everyone would have figured that out. “Guess this is goodbye, good luck out there. All of ya,” Abraham nods, you both nod in response and walk away. Noticing Tara come up behind you, flashing her a smile and a nod.

Glenn flashes his flashlight down the tunnel, you were scared of what you were going to find in here. But if it meant finding your people, you’d do anything. Walking through the tunnel you came across walkers under rumble, Glenn immediately checking to make sure none of them are Maggie. All of you killed the remaining walkers and made your way up the rumble. When descending down, Tara’s foot got stuck and you were all met with a herd coming toward you. Shit.

It was overwhelming. Glenn was trying to keep the walkers away and you were trying your best to get Tara out. “Just leave me, go!” You shook your head rapidly and kept trying to get her out. “We’ve come this far, like hell I’m gonna leave you.” More rapid gunshots rang through the tunnel, shots that definitely weren’t from Glenn’s gun. Looking over you see Abraham’s strong figure with the rest of his group, and a few other people you couldn’t make out.

It clicked for Glenn faster than it did for you as you were focused on Tara and getting her out of the rumble. But the three people were people you knew all too well. “Maggie?” you let go of Tara and ran, Maggie engulfing you in a hug as soon as you collided. You separated and hugged Sasha and Bob as well, grateful that they were alive.

You all set up camp in the tunnel, you’d offered to take watch. Knowing you probably won’t want to sleep anyways. Gun and knife in hand you sat there. Just letting your thoughts entertain you. Soon though, Rosita walked past you to grab something from the car they’d found and you tried to take this chance to maybe speak and make peace between you.

“Thanks for saving our asses, thought we were done for,” you let out a slight laugh as she just shot you a blank look. Hand on her hip, giving off an annoyed energy. Wrong time, shit.

“We’re only back because we happened to run into your group.” Silently nodding you let her go and just waved your hand as a goodbye. She just scoffed, going back to where Abraham was.

This was going to be rough if they stayed, was all you thought to yourself.

Once you all reached Terminus, your worries were right. Too good to be true. The train car was dark, making you feel like a lamb led to the slaughter. Which wasn’t too far off. Nonetheless, how could you fall for this trap? It was a well disguised trick. Making makeshift weapons proved harder than you thought, but you were desperate to survive this.

All the men besides Abraham, Eugene and Carl were taken. Making you feel ill knowing what they might have to deal with in there. You heard Sasha ask Eugene about the cure. Rosita responded for him in a snippy manner, which pissed you off. “Now’s not the time for that,” you shot back at her, ultimately pissing her off too.

“Oh now that you're done sulking you speak? And you speak back to me? You have some nerve.” She shook her head as she continued working, physically looking angry. You shook your head and looked back down to your attempt of a wooden dagger, hoping it was going to do the trick. Noises were heard coming toward the door and everyone remaining in the train car stood at the ready, weapons in hand. When the door opened, sighs of relief were heard all around as Rick was outside with the rest of the men taken.

Everyone got out of Terminus, no one died. And eventually reuniting with Carol and Tyreese, Rick also getting baby Judith back. You guys couldn’t have been more lucky at that moment.

But luck runs out, all of you were forced to continue on the road, Abraham’s group's big trip to Washington was a bust. Turns out Eugene lied, which you could’ve sniffed out from miles away. And to make things worse, Beth, Bob, and Tyreese were all gone. You were angry, people kept dying.

Sitting in the barn on watch, you stared at everyone. Looking as peaceful as ever. It hurt, all the loss hurt. But you have to keep moving, or at least it's what you told yourself. Abrahams group was now officially part of your group, which turned out to be alright. All besides Rosita.

You found herself wondering about her again. It felt wrong to already hate her, but she hasn’t been nice to you at all. Maybe that's just how she is with most people? You knew that you left a sour taste in her mouth after the big fight, but you wanted to make it right. She wouldn’t let you though, maybe it was easier for her to hate you.

Letting out a deep exhale, you leaned your head up against the wall of the barn. Letting your mind go blank for a while. Not letting yourself think about anything happening. It was nice.

The sun had started to come up, and tensions were raised again. A man named Aaron showed up, he was a complete stranger, inviting you to his community. Not again, this was definitely too good to be true. But he checked out, it was surprising. Once arriving in Alexandria, you were nicely surprised. Homes, running water, decent food supply, the works. Holy shit. This was real.

Adjusting to life there went as smoothly as it could. You were luckily far away from the one person giving you trouble and for that you were thankful. But also kind of sad, but you pushed that away, why would you be sad? She could care less about you. But she plagued your mind all the time.

Even if life was going easy, bumps in the road were bound to happen. And by bumps you mean potholes, massive potholes that ruin your car. Nonetheless, you had to manage to keep going.

But the Saviors paused that idea of moving forward. After the attack on Denise, everyone was on edge. You included, finding solace in your porch. Just sitting out there relaxes you. Usually, you just rest, but today you were just watching. Watching the grass blow in the wind, the clouds travel in the sky, it was relaxing.

Looking toward the street, you can see Rosita walking down the sidewalk. Looking almost distraught and upset. You honestly had no clue what was up. Something was wrong though, you were sure of it. Swallowing your pride, you made your way toward her. Doing your best to catch up before she noticed you were even there.

When you were finally close enough you spoke up, “Hey Rosit-” She quickly stopped in her tracks and turned to look at you. Furious look on her face, “What do you want?” Swallowing hard, you told her, “Just wanted to make sure you’re okay, you just seem off lately.” You silently played with your hands nervously, why were you even nervous?

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.” She sneered back, turning to walk away again. Letting out a sigh of defeat you lightly yelled, “If you need anything, I’m here.” That stopped her again, this time Rosita didn’t turn around. “Why do you even care, just go,” she said almost silently. But you heard her loud and clear. “I care because you’re a member of our group,” that comment made her turn around to look right at you.

She slowly looked down and walked toward you, you were fully prepared to be told off. But you were surprised when you saw the tears in her eyes falling down her cheeks. “Thanks. Guess you’re not so bad.” she sniffled a bit, laughing to make the situation more light hearted.

You gave her a weak smile, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

After that interaction, things with Rosita were better. You both didn’t argue anymore, but you still avoided each other. It was weird, but at least there was a chance for a friendship?

Shit hit the fan before you could even work on that idea. Negan, that son of a bitch. Killed Abraham and Glenn right in front of your faces. It was horrific. Seeing your best friend die at the hands of a crazy man with a bat enraged you, but all you could do was sob. Sob as the bat hit him again and again and again.

Burying Glenn was the worst thing you had to do so far, and with his pregnant wife? Even worse. You felt numb, Glenn was with you from the beginning and now he was gone just like that. No amount of scrubbing could get his blood off your body. You were angry, you wanted to kill Negan. It wasn’t possible though, not possible when he has a whole army at his disposal.

Maggie had asked you to clean out her and Glenn's house for some of Glenn’s sentimental things to take up to Hilltop. She told you that if you wanted anything you could have it, which you were grateful for. Glenn didn’t have much, he wasn’t one for material items. While packing up a box, you noticed a red cap in his closet. Picking it up, you threw it in the box, deciding to look at it more when you were outside. You packed up a few smaller things and you made your way out, but stopped on the porch when your eyes caught the cap again.

You held it by the brim and looked to see the logo on the front, tears welling up when you saw it was the hat from the pizza shop you had both worked at. Setting down the box gently, you made your way to the stairs of the porch. You sat down and just let the tears fall. Glenn was the one to get you a job there, and he kept you sane when customers got weird or mean. He was like a big brother to you, and now he's gone. Gone for good.

In the midst of your sobbing, you saw a figure slowly approach. Vision blurry, you could barely make out who was approaching. But you soon found out it was Rosita, you were surprised she even walked up to you.

Sitting there silently, your eyes met Rositas and you could feel she was feeling the same pain as you. If not that, something worse.

“Can I sit,” Rosita pointed to the open spot beside you. Giving a weak nod she took the spot and let out a defeated sigh. The silence between you both was comfortable, or as comfortable as it could be in this situation. You desperately wanted to break the silence, but you had no clue if you had the strength too. But one of you eventually did.

“I going to kill that fucker,” Rosita said through her gritted teeth. With the same emotion she had with you all those months ago. “I’ll watch him die, make him feel how they did,” the grip on her hands tightened as she spoke. Her body eased up as soon as the tears fell from her eyes, causing her to put her head down in shame. Giving her a moment you still sat there, looking at the worn out hat. Thinking back to all the good times, even when the dead started walking.

“It was a bullshit way for them to go. Both of them, Glenn would’ve wanted to go out defending his family. Not just be some number. I didn’t know Abraham well, but I know he would’ve wanted that too.” What you said was nothing but above a whisper, but Rosita heard you. You knew she did. Her eyes puffy and glossy, she looked at you, “I’m sorry,” you shook your head. “Don’t, them dying wasn’t-” Rosita shaking her head rapidly made you stop speaking.

“Not that. Treating you horribly all those times, and especially when we first met. I was angry, everything was so shit. I was scared to get close to anyone but Abe and Eugene. My resolution was to make enemies, not get close. Now I realize I was stupid for that.” Hearing those words come out of her mouth was a relief, now you finally knew.

Nodding along, you rested your hand on her shoulder showing her that you understand. She moved her gloved hand to rest on yours, rubbing small circles in your hand. “Getting close is scary, but maybe we can try. Support each other, you know.” Saying that to her made your stomach flutter, but in the best way possible. Your stomach doing more flips when she smiles back at you.

“I’d love that.”

Time moves slowly, especially when you’re anticipating a war. You and Rosita had been working closely ever since that day on the porch. You could confidently say that you both were friends now, which made you happy. There was something else there though, the same feeling you couldn’t pinpoint from the beginning. But you know you felt so much more stronger about her than just wanting to be friends.

You had never felt this way about her, but more thinking made you realize you did. You just didn’t let yourself believe it. She was stunning, her hair looked so soft, her skin glowed in the sunlight, there was so much to look at with her. And she was smart, she always knew what to do. Knowing almost everything you needed to know. It attracts you to her more and more.

When dismantling the dynamite, watching her blew you away. How concentrated she was, now delicate she was to not set them off. How could you have not seen this before? When running to block the ramp, Rosita got knocked over by a walker. Survival instincts kicked in and you quickly took out the walkers and helped her up when the coast was clear.

“You okay?” Rosita quickly nods and runs after Tara and Carl, you not far behind. Once in the car, somewhat safe, you took a deep breath, looking at Rosita in the seat in front of you. Glaring back at you, she gives you a light nod to replace an ‘i’m okay’. Flashing her a soft smile, you look out the window hoping to forget your worries but all you could think about is Rosita.

Fuck, you love her. You couldn’t deny it anymore.

A few days after the highway, you caught Rosita on her way out of Alexandria. Looking more determined than ever. A feeling in your gut told you this wasn’t good. You knew something was going on so you followed, trying not to be creepy but also not wanting her to do something stupid.

“I know you’re there (Y/N), you can’t stop me,” you stopped after she said that. Freezing in your tracks. She also stopped and turned around, giving you a blank expression. “I wasn’t going to, you have your mind set and I can’t stop you. But I at least want to know what's happening.”

“I’m going to kill Negan,” You knew it, but who were you to stop her. You took a few steps closer so that you could put your hand on her shoulder. “Okay, but please come back,” you whispered, just so she could hear.

“Promise. I’ll see you later,” she turned away and walked the rest of the way to the gate. Disappearing into the distance.

You were a nervous wreck. It was late at night when she eventually came back. You were on watch so you were the one to let her in. Pushing the gate, you were immediately met with her blank expression again. You felt off again, like something happened.

“Did something bad-” before you could finish asking her about the mission, her lips collided with yours. The kiss was soft and passionate, but also eager. Like she had been wanting to do that forever. When she pulled away and you shot her a confused look, but also made sure she knew you were okay with the kiss.

“I realized something while out there. I really fucking like you. Like really bad, and I think I’ve always had.” Smiling at her, you nodded softly, taking your hands in hers. “I like you too, Figured it out recently.” She giggled at you and squeezed your hands tight.

If friendship was possible, a relationship sure as hell can be too.

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