#rockstar!daryl dixon

[darylssunshine]

For You

rockstar!daryl au

word count: 1.4k

a/n: finally wrote another fic! my motivation was absolutely crushed by outside circumstances, but this au was too good to pass up. so sorry again for the unexpected hiatus, glad to be writing again 🥳

Your margarita sat empty on the counter before you, beads of condensation dripping down onto the stone below. 

Your friend had told you about this “cool bar downtown,” and, to their credit, it was pretty cool. The lighting was low, with only a few hanging lights illuminating the small space. The color scheme was dark and monotoned, but still tasteful and rugged, with splashes of red accenting the stools and tables. The atmosphere and energy were dark but still inviting to customers and passersby. The tiny bar was filled with the deep sounds of a Creed cover band that was currently playing on the small stage near the back half of the building.

You and the aforementioned friend had only been sat down at the bar for about 20 minutes until a woman came up and started flirting with them. One thing led to another and they both excused themselves to go to the family bathroom to “freshen up.” You and them both knew that wasn't what was happening in there.

Although you were certainly very happy for them, it left you sitting at the bar alone, and not really in a drinking mood anymore. 

The sound of applause snapped you out of your thoughts. The cover band had just gotten done playing their last song. They said their goodbyes and thank you's to the crowd, and even threw one of their guitar picks into the small but loud gathering of onlookers, and a scream rang out, presumably from the woman that had just caught it.

Concerts had always been a staple in your life, and you would go to one every week if you had the money for it. You always just felt at home in the loud and chaotic atmosphere, singing along to your favorite songs with thousands of other people. While, obviously this is not nearly on the same scale, you wanted to check it out anyway. One of the main things that sold you on coming to this bar in the first place was the Deftones cover band that was coincidentally coming up next after the brief intermission. So, you slid off of your stool and sauntered over to the stage area.

You stood at the back of the crowd and leaned on a nearby wooden support beam. Everyone was talking amongst themselves, eagerly waiting for the next band. A small projector was set up on one of the support beams that projected the Deftones logo onto the black curtains that covered the main stage, giving the members access to freely move and switch out their equipment. 

After a couple more minutes of leaning against the support beam and letting your eyes wander around the bar, your eyes snapped back to the stage, as the guitar riff for Shove It started playing behind the curtain. This got a lot of people's attention, some of them yelling and shouting a mixture of excited “yeah's!” The band drew the riff out for another minute until the curtain was abruptly pulled to the side, revealing the guitarist, bassist, drummer, and the lead singer. 

You immediately started lightly banging your head to the beat while scanning your eyes over the rugged group. Each of them had sort of the same look; The body and wardrobe of a divorced dad that didn't have custody of their kids. However, the contrasting guitarist certainly did halt your gaze.

Wavy, long, brunette hair drifted from side to side as his fingers danced across the fretboard. His broad shoulders could be seen tensing up, even through the faded Slayer shirt he had on. You only caught glimpses of his face with how often his hair was in the way, but you could clearly see his scruffy goatee and piercing blue eyes.

You stepped away from the support beam and wedged yourself into the small crowd. Yes, obviously, you wanted to hear the music better and enjoy the experience more thoroughly, but the way that the veins popped out on the guitarist's hands had you begging to get a closer look. 

You managed to squeeze your way into the front of the crowd as Mascara started to play, and your eyes were glued to the rugged guitarist's hands as he played the famous six note riff. But what you didn't realize is that he had started to notice your staring, considering that it was a small crowd. When you managed to rip your eyes away from his hands to his face, he was staring directly at you. Your eyes went wide as you were met with his slight smirk from the stage, followed by the man mouthing the words ‘You're staring, sweetheart.’ Your ears immediately felt hot as you ducked your gaze away and covered your mouth. Did that really just happen? The man was amused by your reaction, chuckling under his breath. 

After a minute of staring at the ground to keep your composure, you looked back up to the stage, only to see the man had moved closer to the front of the stage, biceps now fully in view. You stood stunned, barely bobbing your head to the music, eyes flicking back and forth from his face to his arms. He took a side glance to gauge your reaction, raised an eyebrow and smirked.

Through the next several songs, you two had the occasional interaction. From glances, to mouthing ‘You're so hot!’ which made the man roll his eyes in amusement.

It unfortunately had come to the final song of the set list, and the riff for Risk started playing. You screamed louder than you did for any of the other songs, because Risk was one of your favorites. The man took note of this, and hatched a plan. 

For most of the song, he played as normal, whipping the long hair out of his eyes to occasionally take glances at you.

But on the final chorus of the song, he walked to the front of the stage and began to sing into the microphone along with the lead singer, looking you in the eyes the entire time the verse was leaving his lips.

I know what to say to take you 

Higher, higher

No one else can take you higher

But I will try

I'll find a way

I'll confuse them

But I think I can try

I will save your life

I will save your life

I'll try

I'll find a way

I'll confuse them

But I think I can try

I will save your life

I will save your life

I'll try

For you

For you

You were so overwhelmed with shock and the warmth radiating off your face that you didn't register that the show was over and people were now yelling and applauding. You physically shook your head to break your trance that you were in and joined in on the applause, looking at one man on the stage. He spared you a side glance with his signature smirk, recognizing your high-pitched applause from the rest of the crowd. 

When the applause had died down to just chatter and people had begun to go back to the bar or their tables, he glanced at you again and held up his pointer finger, signaling you to wait. He went over to the opposite side of the stage and grabbed a fine print Sharpie.

Of course, you were still standing near the stage, definitely not still admiring the anonymous guitarist. You had let your gaze wander to the rest of the bar when you heard a raspy “Hey! Sweetheart!” It was him. He motioned with his pointer finger to come closer to the stage, and you moved without a second thought. 

“Hold out yer arm.” He said nonchalantly, with an unexpected southern drawl. You did what you were told, and he gently turned it palm side up, and you blushed even more at the sudden contact. He then took the cap of the pen off with his teeth and wrote his number on your forearm, keeping his hand loosely wrapped around your wrist.

Snapping the cap back on, he smirked once again.

“Yer hearts beatin’ pretty fast there, darlin’. Bet I know why.”

Still having a loose hold on your wrist, it brought it up to his mouth and gave it a deliberately slow kiss, eyes not leaving yours.

Finally letting go, he moved a stray hair out of his face and remarked, “Name’s Daryl, by the way. Glad ya enjoyed the show.” Followed by a wink.

You watched in flustered shock as he casually went back to his band members to chat and put away their gear. 

Emily was never going to believe this.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

The way he knew he had the crowd wrapped around his fingers. Those same fingers skillfully playing the guitar along with his bandmates.

Bonus details!

[reedusmcbridedaily]

ALICIA WITT: This beloved one has the premiere of her new show tonight. ❤️ Lead, executive producer, rockstar, and one of m dearest friends, Melissa McBride. 🌟 Let us bear witness to her tonight on AMC in TWD: Daryl Dixon - The Book of Carol

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[bethgreeneprevails]

@pageslearntothink I just finished your fic about Daryl being a Rockstar then saw this post and this perfectly describes my thoughts! Like could I ever see him being a Rockstar before? No. But if for some reason Daryl Dixon ever became a Rockstar he would be EXACTLY how you wrote him in that fic. Perfection 🩷

i love when an author truly understands a character so well that they can just put said character in any situation and still have them act correctly. like yeah okay hes a cat cafe owner. hes a middle school teacher. hes a dog. and hes acting exactly how he would act if he was a dog.

[wildlyfreemoon]

hehe haha thank you daryl dixon writers who are writing rockstar!aus

[moonxnite]

Master of Puppets || Daryl Dixon.

Daryl Dixon x Reader (The Walking Dead x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Inspired by the one and only, Eddie Munson, this fic is dedicated to the wise rockstar and his solo. I took his solo in Stranger Things vol 2 and mixed it with the Walking Dead bc both go hard and I think the song fits well into the aesthetic of the show, especially with Daryl Dixon. I altered the episode based on my own liking and through my own imagination, hope you like it!

Word Count: I have absolutely no idea.

Summary: When the walkers ambushed the beloved community, Alexandra, it created the impossible. Carl sought helped from The Saviors to lure the herd into the quarry, ultimately making both communities unite. Being denied to help, Y/n worked with Dwight to make the most metal performance ever in history.

Warnings: Cussing? Mentions of death, near death experience, angst.

Everyone in Alexandria was terrified over their new fate. Between The Saviors and the herd of walkers roaming around Alexandria, it made it impossibly difficult to keep the community functioning properly.

Food supplies began to diminish impeccably fast and the ideal of protection was long gone. The Saviors expected pick up nearly every two weeks and with the walkers ambushing inside Alexandria, destroyed all crops and invaded the storage room. Food was practically nonexistent and rations were made to be adjusted every so often.

Rick attempted to mask his anxiety, but you knew how deeply afraid he was. He desperately tried to remain calm and he succeeded until he was alone. His emotions ran high and his thoughts got the best of him. Being the leader he was, Rick continued to display a brave face for his family, something he always did and will continue to do. All members of the community were tasked with certain positions, some looking for temporary shelter, others going on hunts/food scavenging, and some who worked to lure the walkers away. You had the task to help Rick, Michonne, Daryl, Carl, and Carol to kill the walkers near the entrance of the community. Using the cars and motorcycles was an excellent call as it distracted the walkers away.

It took nearly seven hours to remove the walkers from the premises of Alexandria. Still, very few remained, but it was quite easy to kill and depose. The gates were knocked down and the fields were ruined. While the walkers were pretty far off from the community, it still wasn’t safe to return. Everyone continued to lay down plans for shifts and contributions.

Little by little, the walls of Alexandria were being built. Some walls were repaired while others had to be redone. You, Aaron, and Eugene (alongside others) worked on the walls as Rick, Michonne, Daryl, and Carol continued protect the premises and kill whatever walker managed to get inside. It was a constant hassle between time and effort but as every moment continued to pass, Alexandria managed to become its semi original self.

Eventually, it called for a debate for prioritization between the Alexandrians and The Saviors. Some argued to hunt food for the community while others pointed out that the lack of resources for the Saviors would cause harm for the community. You explained to Rick that while “feeding” the Saviors first seemed reasonable, the lives of Alexandrians were at stake.

“The Saviors have conquered how many communities?” You argued, “They have access to various resources and one less wouldn’t hurt. We’re all malnourished Rick come on” You said. Spencer, however, claimed that the Saviors would kill members as a consequences for disappointment

“I just need some time to think.” Rick began “Carl and Enid are out this week, if we’re lucky, we could split it even. So far, we just need to wait and stick to what we planned.”

“Rick, no. I get that our jobs is to make sure Alexandria is safe but we need to put our people first, The Saviors will never be satisfied, maybe if we send out more people on hunts we can come back with more food. Then it would make sense to split but we barely have a box filled with canned food. If we just-”

“Y/n enough, we’ll figure out a plan just like what we always do, but for now just stick to your job and that is-”

“To rebuild the walls of Alexandria and to lure the walkers away.” You sighed “I know”

You walked away from Rick, not wanting to stressed one another even further you considered dropping the subject. Upon both of your knowledge, Carl hid behind the wall and listen to your conversation. His return from the run with Enid was unsuccessful and he didn’t have the heart to update his father. Carl came up with a plan, one that he knew was too risky but he didn’t have a choice, he was going to ask The Saviors for help.

Next Day

You and Daryl worked together to kill walkers, you both had traveled far away from the community site and were located deep into the woods. Grunts and groans echoed as you tended each walker. Blood splattering onto your clothes and sweat running down your backs, it was a disgusting sight to see and feel. Clothes sticking onto your skin as the sun blazed down your face. Walkers continued to swarm around you but it was easily handled. Using with his crossbow, Daryl worked fast to retrieve his arrows once again. You had a wide selection of weapons up your sleeve. Between knifes and guns, you worked well with your Hello Kitty knife. It was an odd weapon, one that was given to you by an old friend, but it was pink and resourceful so you always used it.

Daryl always made fun of your knife, laughed whenever he saw it. You even got into a dumb argument once after he continued to tease you but stopped when you explained that a close friend had gifted it to you on your birthday. It was months before the apocalypse emerged and since then, it had always been a weapon you cherished. Regardless of how many weapons you own and kept, it was your go to. Still, Daryl continues to display a smirk whenever he saw it.

With patience and hard work, all the walkers were put down. Smiling and panting, Daryl was caught off guard when you hugged him as a celebratory win.

“We did it! Yay” You smiled as you begun to crouch down your knees

“Yeah” He grumbled

“Are we done for today or should we continue to keep moving forward?” You asked, wiping your Hello Kitty knife with a cloth

“Wer’ pretty far from Alexandria and its gettin’ dark” He starts “I think we should look for some shelter and stay for the night. We can go back tomorrow.”

“Okay, lets go”

Back at Alexandria

During your shift with Daryl, Rick and Michonne were out gathering weapons from an abandoned town. Meanwhile, Carl and Enid were scheduled to go out on another hunt. Carl debated whether to attend The Saviors premises that day, it was between getting it over with or putting everyones lives at stake. He attempted to talk Enid out of her shift as they begun to prepare to head out.

“Why don’t you want me to go?” Enid asked

“It’s not safe”

“Safe? We’re never safe” Enid argued

“I had plans to go to Negan today.” He confessed

Enid looked at him in disbelief, she didn’t know what to say other than agree to go with him. She knew how Carl’s mind worked and came to understand that whatever she tried to say, he’d ignore her and would continue to follow his plans. She didn’t want him to go through it alone so she asked to join him, reluctantly he agreed.

“What exactly do you have planned?” She questioned

“I know Alexandria is still not safe but we need help. Y/n and Daryl are always out to prevent the walkers from invading the community and its been long enough since the incident happened. I know that by going to Negan could make him go easier on us. I think it would say a lot if we go to him instead of waiting for him to come to us.” Carl hoped his plan would work but he had a deep feeling Negan would be furious. He needed to come up with another plan in case things went south and form a compromise just to be safe.

That Night

You and Daryl spent a night at a cabin. It was ten minutes away from where you came across the small herd and seemed pretty safe to spend the night. The tension was loud. You could feel it radiating and bouncing across the walls. However, nothing happened and you cursed underneath your breath as you were afraid to make a move.

You had the talk of expressing your feelings for one another, but nothing seemed to occur. Living with constant fear was a blockage on the soon to be relationship. It was reassuring that Daryl looked after you but you didn’t want to stay friends, you wanted to be more and make things official. Initially, the confidence of having the conversation once again appeared the night before Alexandria fell. From there, it seemed like it was inappropriate to ask about you two. You just had to wait a little longer.

Throughout the night, Daryl made a small fire and cooked a squirrel that he spotted on a tree. Poor little thing.

You see, adjusting to the wild life was definitely not easy, at least for you. Daryl quickly adjusted and had no fear or sympathy against killing animals for survival. It took you almost an entire year to get slightly used to killing creatures. It was easier but you still didn’t like doing it. However, the meal was good as much as it pained you to admit it, Daryl was an excellent cook.

That morning, both parties packed their belongings to return back to home. Feeling a bit anxious for no apparent reason, you swallowed your anxiety and head out the door to return home. There was a small sense that something was going on, you had no idea what but something felt wrong. You had hoped and prayed that your family and friends were safe and sound.

The walk to Alexandria was anything but fun, it was so hot. The mosquitoes started a war and your arm was sore after swinging your hands to prevent them from biting your exposed skin. Water ran low and so did the snacks you and Daryl packed. You wanted to cry out of exhaustion and irritation but soon enough the misery would end.

With every close step, Daryl can make out the lined up cars on the entrance of Alexandria. It didn’t take a genius to know who they were. Fear and anxiety ran coldly throughout Daryl’s veins. His eyes sparking with fear and his mouth ran dry. Beside him, you were too oblivious to make out what he saw, busy swinging your arms to protect your skin. Caught off guard, Daryl grabbed your arm and crouched down, making both of your faces extremely close. Any movement would create a kiss you desperately wanted to happen.

Looking deep into your eyes, Daryl’s throat got caught as he realized how close you both were. The heavy breathing was all you could hear, nothing was said or done for what seemed like eternity. If only something pushed either of you, maybe what you desired would come true. It didn’t seem like the perfect time but it seemed right.

Reaching back into reality, Daryl cleared his throat causing you pull away from your thoughts. He got up from his crouching position, still holding your arm, you did the same. Still maintaining eye contact, it was hard to acknowledge the outside world.

All you wanted to do was stare at this man for eternity.

He wanted the same thing as you.

Daryl was the first one to look away and it slightly shattered your heart. You looked toward Daryl’s gaze, immediately understanding his sudden movements. As you looked across the field, you noticed that all the vehicles were empty. It was a clear indication that all of Negan’s crew were inside Alexandria and it made your nerves spiral. Your heart was beating fast and cold sweat began to form all across your body. Daryl sensed your anxiety and traveled his hand from your arm to your palm, instantly locking fingers. This bittersweet moment was enough to make your heart melt under the wrong circumstances.

“They came back” He says

“They weren’t due for at least another week.” You panted

“Come on” He begins to run, never letting your hand go.

Both continued to run, if not, sprinted towards the gate of Alexandria. Fear was sensed and delivered up until they reached their home. Afraid of seeing an innocent person get punished, you regretted having the conversation with Rick. You wished you hadn’t made him decide what to do. You just lost two family members and you couldn’t bare another loss. If anything happened to anyone, it would be on you.

Walking slowly into the entrance, you spotted a large group, a divided crowd between Rick and Negan. Both men standing in front of each other not tempting to lose their guard. No one seemed injured or dead.

Good.

You saw as Michonne was standing next to Rick. Carol, Gabriel, Eugene, Rosita, Ezekiel, and just about everyone else stood behind Rick.

All but Carl.

You and Daryl both intervened by walking towards them. Not letting each other’s hands go, you walked slowly and felt all eyes on you. Alexandria and The Saviors took a moment to digest a new sight before re-entering their disagreement.

“What a sight for sore eyes!” Negan says as he spotted you, “Y/n, just the person I’ve been waiting to see.”

“What’s going on?” You asked Rick

“The Saviors just arrived, not sure what they’re here exactly.” Rick says “If this is about the pickup, we still have a week left.”

“We heard you’re having a little trouble and your boy here asked for help” Negan says as he swung his bat onto his shoulder

“Carl? No. He went out with Enid to scavenge food.” He said

“Are you calling me a liar? Why else would I be here with my crew?” Negan interjected

“We don’t need your help, we need you to get the hell outta here” Rick snaps as he realized his son lied about attending the nearest shops. Carl knew that once The Saviors left, he would be given a lecture by his father.

“I’m gonna make you a deal here Rick and I want you to listen very carefully.” Negan smiles “We’ll give you the week off but until then, I expect you to have double the food, double the weapons, and resources. I’m being gracious by giving you almost three weeks here.”

“Why’s that? What do you want?” He threatens

“I’m simply being a good samaritan, you gotta at least give me a little bit of credit here.” Negan replies as he slowly walks towards Rick and places an arm around his neck, “You either want help in luring the walkers or you want to starve your people and make me at least kill three more.”

“Why do you give a shit?” All Rick could see was red. Negan acted like he actually cared about the Alexandrians when he killed two, he hated Rick so why bother?

“Well sweet ol’ Carl showed up at The Sanctuary and since I actually like the kid, I thought why not?”

It was difficult for Rick to change his mind about the offer. Rick never trusted Negan and he never will, however, the lives of the Alexandrians was far more important than his hate game. The members of the community hesitated as they knew what this meant, being in debt under The Saviors was far scarier than anyone would imagine.

Negan and Simon accompanied Daryl and Rick into the storage room to form a proper layout of their plan. No one knew how long they would take or if one would be pronounced dead. The rest would continue to stay out in the fields and wait, no one moved and no one made a sound. It was a competition of who can keep their guard through intimidation and fear. The Alexandrians and The Saviors keep eye contact until their leaders returned back.

45 minutes later

The four men came out of the storage room, Negan and Simon smiled with full stupidity as they walked towards their people. Rick and Daryl followed behind and made their way towards you and Carl. The tension radiated off into the atmosphere as both communities stood on opposite ends.

“So here is what we’re going to do.” Negan yelled to The Saviors “We’re going to help Alexandria, we came up with a plan to use the vehicles to form a large herd. That herd will be taken down to the quarry.”

“That’s, no!“ You interfered, “Do you realize how dumb that is?”

“Sweetheart, I’m afraid I didn’t ask for your opinion.” Negan snapped

“Hey! Watch it” Daryl growled

“My apologies” He replied back

“I get that the whole point is to lure them away but how is leading them to the quarry even safe? It’s still pretty close to Alexandria and if they got out, we’ll have a herd invasion once again.” You explained

“It’s only temporary, until we can rebuild Alexandria and make it safer and stronger, we’ll lure them even farther away. This is only temporary.” Rick interjected

“Are you sure this could work? What if they got out before we rebuilt it? What happens then?” You asked

“We’re gonna have shifts to monitor the herd, Aaron spotted a couple of trucks and we could use that to barricade em.” Daryl places a hand to your lower back to ease your stress and it seemed to work.

“If the herd manages to overrun the barricade, then we’ll lure them away if we have to, we’ll adjust our plans to make sure we’re okay. We’re on this together and with additional help, it’ll make it easier” Rick motions as Negan waves off of the mention, placing his bat onto his shoulder with a smirk.

“Okay let’s do it” You agreed

The plan would be executed within one hour. You devised a plan to help with the task only for Daryl to shut you down.

That hurt.

Daryl continued to shut your pleas and threatened to lock you in a room. He wanted to keep you safe and far away from the plan.

Daryl gave you two options: Stay in Alexandria or stay inside a locked room in Alexandria

You knew there was no other choice to obey him. His authority was hot but it still pissed you off. You wanted to help you’re family in the way that you can, you also wanted to be in the action. Staying behind seemed boring and being bored made you unproductive and whiny.

You walked with your arms crossed, kicking the pebbles from the floor, you frowned like a baby. Looking across the field, you spotted Carl and Enid and the perfect plan was formed.

You were so dead.

“Carl, you mentioned Ron had a guitar?” You said as you walked up to the pair

“Yeah I think so, why?” Carl asked

“Enid, do you still have that Metallica album?”

“Why?”

“I just need a couple of things, don’t mention this to anyone!” You warned, “Especially Daryl.”

“What exactly are you planning?” Carl question

“The most metal performance ever” You grinned

3 Minutes Later

You sped walk into Ron’s room to prevent a scene. If you were caught, you hoped it wouldn’t be by Daryl. However, the sudden adrenaline rush flowed throughout your body and you were excited to play Master of Puppets.

You were a rock kid back in high school, better yet, led a band starting sophomore year. Your band Hellfire volunteered to play for musicals, school events, dances, and parties. Hellfire was a success as you were recognized by an agent and Hellfire had the opportunity to go big.

Key word: Had

The night everything and every life was destroyed, your band had played a cover by Metallica. The crowd cheered as you shredded the guitar and the drums roared through the walls.

It was epic.

The crowed sung and dance all within those four hours, cheering as they bobbed their heads. It was a night you felt everything went right for once. Your band was so loud, the way it always had been.

It was so loud you couldn’t make out the cries and screams. You thought people were cheering.

All that time, you thought the crowd went crazy for you.

But it wasn’t for you.

The room was swarmed with walkers. The herd made its way inside and attacked and you didn’t even notice it. Didn’t notice the way they grabbed those people.

Those poor people were killed.

All because of you.

You noticed when your drummer was pulled from the stage, the music was distorted and you finally understood. The rest of your bandmates were snatched and so you did what you always did.

You ran.

“Jesus christ!” You flinched

Dwight’s scream was something you could never ever forget. His high pitched scream had frightened you but also caused you to laugh. His presence wasn’t something you expected, you were slightly confused as he stood above the seat of Ron’s old drum collection. Putting the pieces together you assumed he used to play before hell broke loose.

“You play?” You were stunned and impressed

“Used to back in senior year” He replied back. Dwight clenched the drumsticks as he reminisced his passed and you felt sorry for him. He sighed and lightly played, soft enough so no one would hear.

“You know Metallica?”

“Everyone knows Metallica”

“Master of Puppets?” You had high hopes. If he knew how to play, he could help you.

“Yep.”

This is going to be fun.

You gave Dwight an insight to your masterplan but it took a lot of convincing. He feared to go behind Negan’s back because he was expected to leave with The Saviors. You promised him he wouldn’t be punished as you persuaded him it would help both communities with a front hand.

“Look if you get in trouble don’t worry! I’ll take the blame.” You sighed, “Think of this as a tour because I’m sure you wanted to play in front of a large crowd!”

“But what if-”

“We could really help them. If they fall behind or if someone gets hurt then the herd can be attracted by the sound and leave them alone. Come on play hero.”

“Okay I’m in.”

You and Dwight had to leave fast without anyone noticing. Dwight’s fear continued to grow and grow as he walked past his friends but ignored the stares. A few people laughed as they saw you both carrying the instruments to the truck and some demanded answers as to why it was necessary. Dwight explained he wanted “your” collection as a way to forgive you on the late delivery.

Getting out of there was hard. Dwight drove the truck away to a close proximity but you had to sneak your way out of Alexandria. If people grew suspicious over the instruments it would’ve been worse if you went with Dwight as he left. You pulled an Enid and climbed the walls far away from the houses and with luck, you jumped over and ran inside the truck. Dwight took off and the plan was settled.

An Hour Later

“Where the hell is Dwight?!” Negan yelled across the crowd as he strolled along with his bat

“Has anyone seen Y/n?” Daryl asked

“Maybe Y/n went out for a hunt with Carl and Enid” Rick suggested “They must’ve left 15 minutes ago”

“Nah she would’ve said somethim’ and I told her not to leave dammit!” Daryl yelled

“Hey! Hey! There isn’t anytime to argue. We need to leave now if we want to come back before the sun sets.” Rick grabbed Daryl’s shoulders to prevent him from searching all across Alexandria. “Listen Daryl, I know how important she is but if we don’t lure those walkers just like what we planned we’re going to take longer to make Alexandria home again.”

Daryl wouldn’t budge, he feared that Dwight might’ve done something to you. The Saviors who witnessed you two addressed to Negan about Dwight leaving with instruments and took off but he didn’t take you. That seemed to have calmed Daryl’s nerves but some part of him believed it was more than that. It made sense if you left with Carl and Enid for a hunt if Dwight left earlier than you. Still, Daryl planned to give you an talk, preferably a yell for not listening to him. Negan was unimpressed, his jaw clenched for the man who took off for a pair of drums. He couldn’t wait to return back to the sanctuary to give Dwight a whole new face.

The Saviors and Alexandria all left in various vehicles. It would be a night to remember for both communities as they gather hand in hand for a misson. If Rick was once told he would be working alongside Negan, he would’ve shot the person who told him.

The drive lasted over two hours, groups separated from each other to widen the herd and it seemed to be working. Daryl’s herd was the largest as his motorcycle created a large sum of noise. The roaring from his bike was a beautiful to him and it made him feel powerful. He looked powerful as he slowly rode his bike while a large herd was following him. His face was nothing but sour when he thought of you. Part of him was anxious since he didn’t hear from you but another part of him was really pissed off for leaving.

Within hours of slowly transporting the walkers, no one saw you and Dwight setting up at the cliff near the bottom of the quarry. No one noticed each other until the sound of roaring caught your attention. You were nervous for multiple reasons. However, you were glad you weren’t where the walkers would be, just right above them. Before arriving at the quarry, you and Dwight spotted some fireworks at the gas station nearby. It was a random but it seemed like destiny. The louder you were the better.

“Here take this” You extended an item to Dwight

“Sunglasses really?”

“What? Oh come on they look cool! Here’s mine.” You said as you placed them on

“Whatever” He grumbled. You smiled when he did the same

You spotted The Saviors and Alexandria from around the corner. Seeing as they bought the walkers, each vehicle drove fast from one side of the quarry to the other. It took a couple of minutes before all the cars and bikes to safely travel to the other side. Aaron and Eugene began barricading one side of the quarry.

It was time.

Dwight held onto his drumsticks and you began to insert the cord into to speaker. Looking at each other for a brief moment, you took a deep breath as Dwight hit the drumsticks together.

“Hellfire, this is for you.” You whispered

Your fingers danced with each cord as the song began to play. You immediately felt all eyes on you. The song was enough to make you smile as you began to remember your favorite moments with your band. Each finger naturally glided with every cord and it was like you never stopped playing. Dwight begun hitting each part of the drum set as it was his own way of singing.

End of passion play

Crumbling away

I’m your source of self-destruction

“Holy shit!” Negan cheered as he viewed the pair through the binoculars

Veins that pump with fear

Sucking darkest clear

Leading on your death’s construction

You and Dwight were hypnotized by the music.The melody blasted all across the field which enabled a whole new herd to emerge from the forest and fall into the pit. The clouds darkened into a deep shade of gray and the lightening roared as it sung with the song. The floor vibrated as the drums spoked and the guitar screamed.

Taste me, you will see

More is all you need

Dedicated to

How I’m killing you

Hundreds, maybe thousands of walkers all fell inside the quarry. The groans and the moans rang your ears as you continued to play. The yelling was all but faint and you knew that Daryl was the one to scream at you to get out of there. You and Dwight didn’t care within that moment as your were too busy playing.

Come crawling faster (faster)

Obey your master (master)

Your life burns faster (faster)

You looked over at Dwight and saw as he bobbed his head with every hit he made. He was smiling as he followed the music. You crouched as you held the guitar against your hips. Body flowing as you danced along. You hair hitting every direction of your face as the wind became stronger and aggressive.

Obey your

Master

Master

Where’s the dream that I’ve been after?

Master

Master

You were fully concentrated to the song but from the corner of your eye, you spotted the walkers underneath you. The cliff from where you and Dwight were was enough to give you a view of the entire field.

Daryl attempted to reached the hill to stop you but Rick held him back. All Rick could do was convince him no to go, that your plan was working to lure the walkers inside. The rest of the members all watched you as you played, seemingly impressed by your performance, Eugene and Aaron continued to work to form a barricade on both sides of the entrance.

Promised only lies

Laughter

Laughter

All I hear or see is laughter

Laughter

Laughter

Laughing at my cries

A part of your gut was telling you to stop. Looking across the field, more walkers fell into the quarry and you began to worry if it was enough to hold them. Finally, you decided to shorten the song so you and Dwight could leave on time.

“Dwight! We have to leave in about a minute.” You screamed and were surprised he even heard you, “You still have those fireworks?”

He nodded and pulled out a lighter out of his pocket. He quickly scrambled around his bag and pulled out the items. Lighting the stems, he threw the fireworks below the cliff and let it hit the ground. Dwight returned back to the drum sets and begun playing once again.

It was finally your time to shine

You crouched even further as you fingers touched the cords when you began to shred the guitar. You bobbed you head slightly as your left hand held its necks and your fingers fondled with the strings. The fireworks exploded, killing some walkers during the process. The sight was beautiful to see as the cloudy sky reflected gold and red lights.

You looked up at the sky to catch your breath and you could feel your fingers giving out. You pushed through and continued shredding, already making your body sore.

Once the melody began to slow down, you signaled Dwight that it was time. Your attention was brought by the walkers who groaned and begun to climb up the hill.

You both stopped playing and placed the items down. While the song continued to play, Dwight grabbed your hand and led you across the other side of the hill. The people across the quarry and noticed you two leaving, causing them to get in their vehicles to meet you on the other side.

“This way!” Dwight yelled

You and Dwight ran down the hill as fast as you possibly could. When reaching at the edge, you both came to a halt when discovering that the pathway towards down the quarry was destroyed. You both didn’t have a choice but to jump across and you feared that it wouldn’t work out. You looked at Dwight with a concerned expression and all he did was give you a polite smile and squeezed your hand.

“It’s okay, you can do this. All we need to do is jump and then we can go back home.” He hoped

Nodding to agree, Dwight jumped across first. His landing was perfect and he waited for you to jump. Looking back, you saw the walkers attempting to make their way with you. They were close, so close they almost grabbed you. Shots began to rang when Dwight pulled out his gun to shoot the walkers behind you. He was buying you some time but accidentally shot you in the midriff as you ran across the cliff. Once you landed, you felt pain radiating across your body. You were shot and you sprained your ankle as you made it over.

“Y/n! Fuck! I’m so sorry!” Dwight yelped, “I didn’t mean to shoot you! Fuck! Let’s get you over the other side.”

“Hey” You choked “I’m okay.”

The sound of the gunfire was enough to grab everyone’s attention and it was enough to break Daryl’s heart. He quickly hopped onto his bike and made himself over to you. The Saviors and Alexandria begun to lit the quarry on fire to slow the walkers down. The smell was unbearable as it fried the decayed.

The pain continued to grow and all you could do was cry. It was a breaking point that you entered. Dwight had pulled you alongside with him. Your arm was swung over him as you limped to safety. You were losing so much blood and Dwight pulled you into a bridal-style motion and carried you across the field.

Daryl sprinted across you when he saw how bad it was. Dwight slowly placed you onto the ground and stepped back so Daryl could hold you. You felt pressure on your abdomen and noticed it was Daryl who tried to stop the bleeding. Your eyes landed onto his and you noticed he was crying. You couldn’t make out his screams because you were giving up.

“Why n the hell would you do that?” He screamed

You cried. He never once yelled at you like that but it was the memories that came rushing back. You knew that you deserved to be yelled at but it was still enough to clench your heart. Daryl began to regret it and waited until you said something.

“It’s bad right?” You asked “It’s not his fault Daryl, I pushed him into it.”

Daryl looked at Dwight and all he could see was immense guilt. He called him over and directed him to go get help.

“I didn’t run away this time, right?” You faintly smiled. “It was so loud, we were so loud.”

“It was a whole damn concert.” He sniffled. His tears kept flowing and his hands were painted red. Your breathing became hitched and you were becoming pale.

“It was my fault Daryl. All those people, Hellfire…everything was my fault” You cried “I didn’t mean to. If I knew what was behind those doors it never would’ve happened.”

Daryl had no clue what you were referring to. He was too busy trying to stop the bleeding.

“We were amazing, all of us. God I miss them all so much.” You sobbed uncontrollably

Eyes clouded with tears and lungs burning to breathe, you felt yourself pulling away. You didn’t run but you felt yourself slipping. You gasped and wheezed as Daryl continued to apply pressure. He attempted to stop the bleeding but to no avail, blood squirted out from your abdomen.

“Daryl…I’m so scared. I don’t wanna go yet. I wanna stay with you.” You cried “I love you Daryl.” You smiled softly

“Y/n no, just hold on. Rick’s coming, they’re coming. Dontcha dare close your eyes. Y/n! God dammit!” He screamed and cried.

Breathing into darkness, you were gone.

One Week Later

Alexandria was home again. Daryl and Rick went out looking for food to compensate The Saviors. Though, a part of Rick still hated Negan but he decided to execute his plans when he least expected it.

Two days into the hunt, they found a large truck filled with food and toiletries. It seemed like a miracle was given to them, one that they needed after the incident. Both Rick and Daryl decided to hide the resources and continue to scavenge food for The Saviors. This miracle was one that couldn’t be given away so if they needed to find expired food so that The Saviors can get off their backs, then so be it.

When the pair returned back to Alexandria, they were ambushed with news.

You had woken up.

After you drifted off, Daryl took you back to Alexandria and you were in surgery for six hours. Everyone waited outside, some were crying while others prayed you would make it out alive. During those six hours, everyone talked about how enchanting your and Dwight’s performance was. Negan decided not to punish him, being too impressed by the show, he allowed him to stay in Alexandria until you had woken up.

Luckily for Daryl, it would be that day.

He stumbled back when Tara had given him the news. He wasted no time to sprint to the infirmary room to see you. He panted as he ran and pushed people who got in his way. Following behind him were Rick and Dwight.

Running inside, Daryl pushed the doors open and led himself inside your room. Heart beating fast while the palm of his hands began to sweat. He slowly crept forward and met those beautiful eyes he was dying to see.

“Hi Doll.”

[allthegothihopgirls]

songs twd characters would listen to - part three: daryl dixon

survival  - eminem

dude (looks like a lady)  - aerosmith

rockstar - nickelback

american pie - don mclean

lone star - the front bottoms

been a son - nirvana

creep - radiohead

dirty little secret - the all-american rejects

american idiot - green day

father - the front bottoms

pink triangle - weezer

the next episode - dr. dre, snoop dogg

one way or another - blondie

enter sandman - metallica 

money trees - kendrick lamar

      overall vibe - classic rock, alternative

[weeny-mcbitch]

Lmao love that. Well let's see how many of these are from the same place

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2)

John Marston (Red Dead Redemption 2)

Ellis (Left 4 Dead 2)

Kieran Duffy (Red Dead Redemption 2)

I think I have both a type for men (because wtf these are ALL country boys) and for video games (Damn you Rockstar and Valve for making kick ass games) XD

@couture-freakk420 @swanlambb @pine4pple-b0i @emmithar-blog @ghostember lol sorry if any of you 5 were already tagged

five comfort characters, five tags

(had to start a new thread, got too long) thanks for tagging me @loulooser ooh i like this okay - nick nelson (osemanverse) - aled last (osemanverse) - peeta mellark (hunger games) - linh song (keeper of the lost cities) - xavier hawthorne (the inheritance games)

tagging @lyssified @mister3127 @raeny-nights-and-faery-lights @weirdo09 @charliethinks

[ddixons-angel]

Fated: Season 1

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)

A/N: I’m thinking of maybe posting this 2 times a week instead of just once, but I’m not sure. Any takers on this??? 

And...I’m not 100% sure what season the gif is from... might not be Season 1... but it fits so I’m using it still :D 

Chapter 3:

It had been a few days since Gloria helped Daryl with his injuries when he fell in the woods. The two haven’t talked much since then, Daryl seemed to be purposely avoiding her and keeping his distance from the campsite in general. He had already went out into the woods to hunt fresh meat for the group. Gloria was sitting around the unlit campfire with Carol as she looked after her daughter, Sophia, and Carl, a boy close to Sophia’s age. 

“So, how’s the end of the world treating you?” Gloria asks Carol, breaking the silence.

Carol smiles softly at her, “not too bad, we have a safe camp, and I have my daughter. What more could I ask for? What about you?”

“I’d like to think we’re pretty blessed, given the circumstances. Although... I do wish Glenn didn’t have to go into the city alone so often for supplies.” Gloria sighs, admitting her worry for her brother.

“He’s doing a very brave thing, your brother. We owe him a lot,” Carol pats Gloria’s back gently, “I also heard that they’re planning a big run with a few others into the city.” 

Gloria looks at Carol, her eyebrow raised, “Really?”

“Well, that’s what I heard from Dale.” Carol shrugs, she then looks up to see Lori, Carl’s mother, walking by, “Good morning, Lori.”

Carol’s call out to her makes Lori stop in her tracks and looks over to her and Gloria sitting there with the kids. She gives a forced smile then carries on her way into the woods. Gloria frowns slightly but then notices that someone else is lurking in the woods, seemingly waiting for Lori. 

Gloria turns to Carol and leans in to whisper to her so the kids don’t hear her, “what do you think she’s up to? I’ve seen her sneaking off quite a bit lately.”

Carol does the same and whispers back, “I can’t be completely certain, but I think I’ve seen her getting particularly close with Shane, I mean, they knew each other before I even met them.” 

“But... Shane isn’t Carl’s dad, right?” Gloria asks, she never wanted to pry into any of the other inhabitant’s private lives but her curiosity was getting the best of her.

Carol shakes her head, “No, I don’t think I’ve ever heard Carl calling Shane dad, I think I heard that Lori lost her husband just before everything happened.”

“And she’s with another man already?” Gloria looks at Carol with a shocked look; she’s usually not one to judge another’s choices, but Lori really didn’t look the type to move on so fast.

“Well, who can really blame her? With everything that’s happened, I think she needs someone to lean on, I know I would. Not everyone is as strong as you are, Gloria.” Carol smiles at Gloria.

Gloria scoffs in embarrassment at Carol’s words and shakes her head, about to deny the older woman’s words until Sophia calls for her mother.

“Mommy, look!” Sophia excitedly exclaims, holding up a drawing she just created, “it’s me and you!”

Carol smiles lovingly at her daughter, “I love it, sweetie.”

Gloria leans her arms on her knees, leaning in while smiling at Sophia, “wow, you did that? It’s just as beautiful as your mom!” 

Sophia gleems at her words, giggling and looking back at her masterpiece, and then it’s Carl’s turn to want attention, “look at mine!” he says, holding up his drawing of a dinosaur.

“Is that a t-rex?!” Gloria asks excitedly, wanting to hype up the little boy.

Carl grins proudly and nods, “Yeah! Look at it’s sharp teeth! Isn’t it scary?”

“Yep, super scary. Oh man, I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep tonight after seeing that, I might have nightmares!” Gloria pretends to cower back and shiver, causing the boy to laugh.

Carl holds the drawing out closer to Gloria and makes a growling noise and Gloria growls back playfully, Carol and Sophia laughing at the amusing scene in front of them. Carol’s laughter is cut short by her husband, Ed, as he calls out to her and Sophia to return back to their tent. She looks to Gloria apologetically and goes off with her daughter. Gloria shoots her a sympathetic look as she watches the two walk away; she felt that there was something off about Ed the first time she laid eyes on him, but she had no proof that anything was happening within the small family.

“Hey,” Glenn greets as he sits down where Carol was sitting previously, “we’re planning a group run into the city tomorrow.” 

Gloria nods, “I heard, Carol told me. Who’s going with you?”

“T-Dog, Andrea, Jacqui, Morales and... Merle.” Glenn sighs as he says the last name on the list.

“He’s going with you guys? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” she frowns at the mention of Merle as well.

“I don’t like it either, but Dale says that we should give the guy a chance to prove himself or something.” Glenn explains, a look of worry still etched on his face.

“Well... I guess we shouldn’t really argue with Dale. Plus, there are more of you than him, if he does start anything, you guys can back each other up,” Gloria says, putting her arm around Glenn’s shoulders, “you should watch your back though, if he can’t get revenge on me, he might target you.” 

Glenn looks at her then nods, “I will.” he then turns his attention to Carl who’s adding more to his dinosaur drawing, “Hey buddy, is that a t-rex?!”

---

Later that day, Daryl had come back from a very successful hunting trip as he brought back a deer for the group. The others had helped him skin the animal and prepare for a nice feast that evening. The fire was lit and the inhabitants of the camp had taken their seats around the campfire, even both the Dixon brothers had decided to join them.

“I can’t believe that after all this time, we still don’t know anything about our new recruits!” Dale proclaimed as everyone was enjoying their dinner, “Glenn, Gloria, why don’t you two talk a bit about yourselves?” 

The siblings look at each other then the rest of the anticipating group, surprised and slightly embarrassed by the sudden attention. 

“What about them?” Gloria says, gesturing to the Dixon brothers, “They’re new too, technically, they’re newer than us.” 

“Nuh uh, ladies first.” Merle pipes up with a mocking grin on his face.

Daryl doesn’t say anything in protest, then Gloria looks to Glenn who shrugs and then gestures for her to start talking. Gloria scoffs at her brother and shoots him a playful glare.

“Alright then,” Gloria clears her throat, “where do I begin?” 

“You could start with where you were before all this started. What you were doing with your life, stuff like that.” Shane smirked at her, clearly knowing that she did not want to talk about yourself.

Gloria squints at him then sighs, “Well, Glenn and I were born and raised in Michigan. I decided I wanted to go to school at the Georgia State University..” 

“What did you major in?” Amy asks curiously. 

“I double majored in health sciences and music. My parents didn’t really want me to go into the musical field so I had to negotiate with them that if I study to become a doctor then they’d have to let me study music at the same time.” Gloria explains, “I was also interning as a nurse at a hospital just before this all started.” 

“We have a doctor amongst us!” Dale exclaims happily, raising his cup of his old liquor in joy.

The rest also raised their cups, expressing their thanks and happiness that they have a person with a medical background in their group. Gloria smiles shyly and looks to Glenn to take some of the attention away from her.

Glenn chuckles at her then clears his throat, “and while she was busy studying to be the first rockstar doctor, I’ve just been delivering pizzas all over the city.”

This information caused Merle to belt out a laugh, “so you’re just saying that you’re the blacksheep of the family? Letting yer sister do all the hard work while you’re just delivering pizzas?” 

“Well... I...” Glenn’s face blushes a deep red in embarrassment, unable to find words.

“He’s not a blacksheep or anything close to that, alright?” Gloria speaks up, angry that Glenn is being put down, “He could have gotten his own education, he’s smart enough to do that on his own, but do you know why he decided to come to Atlanta with me? He wanted to make sure I had everything provided for me, so he worked his ass off to pay for my education. I wouldn’t have been able to study to become a doctor if he hadn’t sacrificed his own education for mine!”

Glenn puts his hand on Gloria’s back to calm her down, “it’s okay, stop.” he whispers into her ear.

Merle rolls his eyes at Gloria’s rant, “and yet he still needs his baby sister to defend him.”

“Merle... jus’ shut it...” Daryl mutters quietly so that only his brother can hear; he’d stopped eating and was just looking down at his plate ever since Merle opened his mouth the first time.

“You know what? Why don’t you tell us about you and what you’ve accomplished then because I’m sure you aren’t the blacksheep of your family.” Glenn says angrily, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Now huffing with anger at Glenn’s words, Merle starts to lunge forward to him but Daryl catches him first before he reaches Glenn. Daryl holds him back then eventually pushes him back in the direction to the brothers’ tents.

“Merle, tha’s enough!” Daryl shouts, glaring at his brother. 

Merle, still panting angrily, finally storms off to his tent but not before shooting Daryl a glare that clearly said he’s going to get it later. 

Daryl sighs and sits back down, “Sorry ‘bout him, he never actually gets along wit’ anyone unless they’re drunk or high.” 

An awkward silence is evident around the campfire when Gloria tries to lighten up the mood, “hey, I don’t think we’ve thanked Daryl yet for the deer, this is probably the most any of us have eaten since the world ended.”

“That is true! Let’s drink to that, to Daryl and his deer!” Dale says happily, once again raising his cup.

The others follow suit, all thanking Daryl for the fresh meat as he shifts uncomfortably, not used to the positive attention. 

“Hey Daryl, do you have any hunting stories?” Carl asks excitedly, sitting in his mother’s lap.

“Uh...” Daryl hesitates then he catches Gloria’s eyes as she gives him an encouraging nod, “well, there was tha’ one time I was huntin’ for squirrels in the woods and I saw a chupacabra.” 

“A chupacabra? What’s that?” Carl asks, looking up at Shane like he had all the answers.

Shane grins and leans forward, “Chupacabra? It’s like a vampire-dog, or something like that.” 

This causes the rest of the group to start chuckling, making it obvious that they don’t believe Daryl’s story. 

He looks around and glares at the group laughing at him, “ya don’ believe me?” 

Trying to stifle his laughter, Dale responds, “well Daryl, you’re asking us to believe in a mythical creature.” 

“I know what I saw.” Daryl says firmly, still glaring at everyone laughing at him.

Gloria tilts her head, “you know, that actually reminds me of the time we went camping and I saw Bigfoot.” 

“Gloria, you did not see Bigfoot.” Glenn says as he facepalms in second hand embarrassment.

“Yes, I did. You, mom, dad, and Gena kept telling me it was a bear but I know what I saw, it was Bigfoot.” Gloria argues, the rest of the group now amused by the bickering of the two siblings.

“That’s because it was a bear! Gloria, you were 6, how would you know what you saw?” Glenn is adamant on his point.

“First of all, I was 7. Second, I showed you the footprints, they were this big,” Gloria holds her hands up and demonstrates that the footprint was close to 2 feet long, “no bear has this big a foot, but do you know what has a foot this big?”

Glenn is about to retort when Daryl beats him to it, “Bigfoot.” the others, including Gloria and Glenn, turn to look at him, “I believe ya.”

Gloria grins at him, “Thank you! I believe you too,” she raises her arm in expectation for a high five to which Daryl hesitantly but eventually reciprocates; the two of them share a look, hinting at a mutual trust towards one another. 

The rest of the night carries on with stories of Dale's past and Andrea and Amy's fishing trips. The group drink and dine until it gets late and the children are falling asleep in their parent's arms. 

---

In the morning, Glenn is getting the planned group prepared for the supply run into the city. The others who are not going on the run had given them a list of items to look out for. Glenn is looking over the map of the city, going over which places to search and where to avoid. Everyone going, including Merle, were listening to his instruction and taking mental notes. Gloria’s leaning by the RV listening as well, she figured that in case things went sideways, she’d at least know what places to go to start looking for the group. 

“Hey Gloria.” Daryl calls out as he walks towards the campsite, beckoning her to come over to him.

“What’s up?” Gloria says as she approaches him, “your wrist okay?”

Daryl hums and nods, not looking at her, “this ain’ ‘bout that. Are ya goin' on the run?”

“No, I’m not. Why? Is there anything you needed from the city? I can ask Glenn to-” she gets cut off by Daryl.

“Can ya go?” he finally looks up at her to see her blinking at him, looking confused at his request, “Merle’s goin’ with 'em, right?” Daryl confirms as she nods, “I need ya to go to keep him in check, make sure he don’ get himself or anyone else killed, ya know?”

Understanding what Daryl’s inferring, she nods, “You sure I can do that?”

“You’re the only one wit’ enough guts to kick his ass, so I’d say yeah, ya can.” Daryl smirks at her.

This earns a chuckle out of Gloria who finally agrees, “Alright fine, but I can’t guarantee your brother will be in one piece if he starts shit with anyone.”

Daryl scoffs and rolls his eyes, “just don’ kill him and we’ll be fine.” 

“No promises,” Gloria chuckles again, “but how come you don’t go yourself, you seem to be fine with keeping him in check.”

Daryl makes a face and shakes his head, “Nah, I was plannin’ to go huntin’, wanted to go out further in the woods, see if I can get another buck or somethin’. I’ll prolly be out for a day or two.” 

Understanding, Gloria nods, “Alright, you be careful out there though. Watch out for any creeks.” she teases with a smile.

Scoffing and rolling his eyes again, “yeah, whatever. Ya be careful too.” 

Daryl turns and makes his way back to his and his brother’s tents and Gloria goes to Glenn who had just finished explaining the plan to the other runners. 

“Glenn!” she calls out to her brother, making him turn around to face her, “what’s the plan, I’m going with you guys.”

Glenn frowns at this, “What? Why?” 

Gloria glances around her and then back at Glenn, she starts to speak in Korean in fear of Merle eavesdropping on the two, “the loud idiot is going with you, I don’t trust him going with you guys.”

“I thought we talked about this, we’ll be fine. I’ll watch my back along with the others.” Glenn responds back in Korean.

“His brother thinks I should go with you because I’m the only one who can kick his ass. He asked me to go and keep him in check, I already told him I would.” Gloria explains, again in their mother tongue.

Glenn stays silent for a bit, thinking to himself then finally nods, responding back in English,  “alright, fine, here’s the plan...”

Gloria listens intently to the plan Glenn had mapped out on the city map, taking in every detail to make sure as best she can that nothing goes sideways. The group gets into the truck and are about to head off into the city. Glenn makes it a very important point to not wander off alone and to keep as quiet as possible so as to not attract any unwanted attention, whether it be from walkers or other people. To put simple, the plan is to get in, get what they need, then get out. 

---

Next Chapter

So for this chapter, I really wanted to show a bit of bonding between Daryl and Gloria, and I also wanted to throw in come of Glenn and Gloria’s family background and culture there too, hope it all made sense! 

I would really appreciate any comments left for me! I’ll be replying to any comments in a new post because this is a sideblog! 

[dilfish-daydreams]

AHHHH THIS 🔥🔥🔥

For You

rockstar!daryl au

word count: 1.4k

a/n: finally wrote another fic! my motivation was absolutely crushed by outside circumstances, but this au was too good to pass up. so sorry again for the unexpected hiatus, glad to be writing again 🥳

Your margarita sat empty on the counter before you, beads of condensation dripping down onto the stone below. 

Your friend had told you about this “cool bar downtown,” and, to their credit, it was pretty cool. The lighting was low, with only a few hanging lights illuminating the small space. The color scheme was dark and monotoned, but still tasteful and rugged, with splashes of red accenting the stools and tables. The atmosphere and energy were dark but still inviting to customers and passersby. The tiny bar was filled with the deep sounds of a Creed cover band that was currently playing on the small stage near the back half of the building.

You and the aforementioned friend had only been sat down at the bar for about 20 minutes until a woman came up and started flirting with them. One thing led to another and they both excused themselves to go to the family bathroom to “freshen up.” You and them both knew that wasn't what was happening in there.

Although you were certainly very happy for them, it left you sitting at the bar alone, and not really in a drinking mood anymore. 

The sound of applause snapped you out of your thoughts. The cover band had just gotten done playing their last song. They said their goodbyes and thank you's to the crowd, and even threw one of their guitar picks into the small but loud gathering of onlookers, and a scream rang out, presumably from the woman that had just caught it.

Concerts had always been a staple in your life, and you would go to one every week if you had the money for it. You always just felt at home in the loud and chaotic atmosphere, singing along to your favorite songs with thousands of other people. While, obviously this is not nearly on the same scale, you wanted to check it out anyway. One of the main things that sold you on coming to this bar in the first place was the Deftones cover band that was coincidentally coming up next after the brief intermission. So, you slid off of your stool and sauntered over to the stage area.

You stood at the back of the crowd and leaned on a nearby wooden support beam. Everyone was talking amongst themselves, eagerly waiting for the next band. A small projector was set up on one of the support beams that projected the Deftones logo onto the black curtains that covered the main stage, giving the members access to freely move and switch out their equipment. 

After a couple more minutes of leaning against the support beam and letting your eyes wander around the bar, your eyes snapped back to the stage, as the guitar riff for Shove It started playing behind the curtain. This got a lot of people's attention, some of them yelling and shouting a mixture of excited “yeah's!” The band drew the riff out for another minute until the curtain was abruptly pulled to the side, revealing the guitarist, bassist, drummer, and the lead singer. 

You immediately started lightly banging your head to the beat while scanning your eyes over the rugged group. Each of them had sort of the same look; The body and wardrobe of a divorced dad that didn't have custody of their kids. However, the contrasting guitarist certainly did halt your gaze.

Wavy, long, brunette hair drifted from side to side as his fingers danced across the fretboard. His broad shoulders could be seen tensing up, even through the faded Slayer shirt he had on. You only caught glimpses of his face with how often his hair was in the way, but you could clearly see his scruffy goatee and piercing blue eyes.

You stepped away from the support beam and wedged yourself into the small crowd. Yes, obviously, you wanted to hear the music better and enjoy the experience more thoroughly, but the way that the veins popped out on the guitarist's hands had you begging to get a closer look. 

You managed to squeeze your way into the front of the crowd as Mascara started to play, and your eyes were glued to the rugged guitarist's hands as he played the famous six note riff. But what you didn't realize is that he had started to notice your staring, considering that it was a small crowd. When you managed to rip your eyes away from his hands to his face, he was staring directly at you. Your eyes went wide as you were met with his slight smirk from the stage, followed by the man mouthing the words ‘You're staring, sweetheart.’ Your ears immediately felt hot as you ducked your gaze away and covered your mouth. Did that really just happen? The man was amused by your reaction, chuckling under his breath. 

After a minute of staring at the ground to keep your composure, you looked back up to the stage, only to see the man had moved closer to the front of the stage, biceps now fully in view. You stood stunned, barely bobbing your head to the music, eyes flicking back and forth from his face to his arms. He took a side glance to gauge your reaction, raised an eyebrow and smirked.

Through the next several songs, you two had the occasional interaction. From glances, to mouthing ‘You're so hot!’ which made the man roll his eyes in amusement.

It unfortunately had come to the final song of the set list, and the riff for Risk started playing. You screamed louder than you did for any of the other songs, because Risk was one of your favorites. The man took note of this, and hatched a plan. 

For most of the song, he played as normal, whipping the long hair out of his eyes to occasionally take glances at you.

But on the final chorus of the song, he walked to the front of the stage and began to sing into the microphone along with the lead singer, looking you in the eyes the entire time the verse was leaving his lips.

I know what to say to take you 

Higher, higher

No one else can take you higher

But I will try

I'll find a way

I'll confuse them

But I think I can try

I will save your life

I will save your life

I'll try

I'll find a way

I'll confuse them

But I think I can try

I will save your life

I will save your life

I'll try

For you

For you

You were so overwhelmed with shock and the warmth radiating off your face that you didn't register that the show was over and people were now yelling and applauding. You physically shook your head to break your trance that you were in and joined in on the applause, looking at one man on the stage. He spared you a side glance with his signature smirk, recognizing your high-pitched applause from the rest of the crowd. 

When the applause had died down to just chatter and people had begun to go back to the bar or their tables, he glanced at you again and held up his pointer finger, signaling you to wait. He went over to the opposite side of the stage and grabbed a fine print Sharpie.

Of course, you were still standing near the stage, definitely not still admiring the anonymous guitarist. You had let your gaze wander to the rest of the bar when you heard a raspy “Hey! Sweetheart!” It was him. He motioned with his pointer finger to come closer to the stage, and you moved without a second thought. 

“Hold out yer arm.” He said nonchalantly, with an unexpected southern drawl. You did what you were told, and he gently turned it palm side up, and you blushed even more at the sudden contact. He then took the cap of the pen off with his teeth and wrote his number on your forearm, keeping his hand loosely wrapped around your wrist.

Snapping the cap back on, he smirked once again.

“Yer hearts beatin’ pretty fast there, darlin’. Bet I know why.”

Still having a loose hold on your wrist, it brought it up to his mouth and gave it a deliberately slow kiss, eyes not leaving yours.

Finally letting go, he moved a stray hair out of his face and remarked, “Name’s Daryl, by the way. Glad ya enjoyed the show.” Followed by a wink.

You watched in flustered shock as he casually went back to his band members to chat and put away their gear. 

Emily was never going to believe this.

[negansbestie]

ok rockstar!daryl has my heart 😭

For You

rockstar!daryl au

word count: 1.4k

a/n: finally wrote another fic! my motivation was absolutely crushed by outside circumstances, but this au was too good to pass up. so sorry again for the unexpected hiatus, glad to be writing again 🥳

Your margarita sat empty on the counter before you, beads of condensation dripping down onto the stone below. 

Your friend had told you about this “cool bar downtown,” and, to their credit, it was pretty cool. The lighting was low, with only a few hanging lights illuminating the small space. The color scheme was dark and monotoned, but still tasteful and rugged, with splashes of red accenting the stools and tables. The atmosphere and energy were dark but still inviting to customers and passersby. The tiny bar was filled with the deep sounds of a Creed cover band that was currently playing on the small stage near the back half of the building.

You and the aforementioned friend had only been sat down at the bar for about 20 minutes until a woman came up and started flirting with them. One thing led to another and they both excused themselves to go to the family bathroom to “freshen up.” You and them both knew that wasn't what was happening in there.

Although you were certainly very happy for them, it left you sitting at the bar alone, and not really in a drinking mood anymore. 

The sound of applause snapped you out of your thoughts. The cover band had just gotten done playing their last song. They said their goodbyes and thank you's to the crowd, and even threw one of their guitar picks into the small but loud gathering of onlookers, and a scream rang out, presumably from the woman that had just caught it.

Concerts had always been a staple in your life, and you would go to one every week if you had the money for it. You always just felt at home in the loud and chaotic atmosphere, singing along to your favorite songs with thousands of other people. While, obviously this is not nearly on the same scale, you wanted to check it out anyway. One of the main things that sold you on coming to this bar in the first place was the Deftones cover band that was coincidentally coming up next after the brief intermission. So, you slid off of your stool and sauntered over to the stage area.

You stood at the back of the crowd and leaned on a nearby wooden support beam. Everyone was talking amongst themselves, eagerly waiting for the next band. A small projector was set up on one of the support beams that projected the Deftones logo onto the black curtains that covered the main stage, giving the members access to freely move and switch out their equipment. 

After a couple more minutes of leaning against the support beam and letting your eyes wander around the bar, your eyes snapped back to the stage, as the guitar riff for Shove It started playing behind the curtain. This got a lot of people's attention, some of them yelling and shouting a mixture of excited “yeah's!” The band drew the riff out for another minute until the curtain was abruptly pulled to the side, revealing the guitarist, bassist, drummer, and the lead singer. 

You immediately started lightly banging your head to the beat while scanning your eyes over the rugged group. Each of them had sort of the same look; The body and wardrobe of a divorced dad that didn't have custody of their kids. However, the contrasting guitarist certainly did halt your gaze.

Wavy, long, brunette hair drifted from side to side as his fingers danced across the fretboard. His broad shoulders could be seen tensing up, even through the faded Slayer shirt he had on. You only caught glimpses of his face with how often his hair was in the way, but you could clearly see his scruffy goatee and piercing blue eyes.

You stepped away from the support beam and wedged yourself into the small crowd. Yes, obviously, you wanted to hear the music better and enjoy the experience more thoroughly, but the way that the veins popped out on the guitarist's hands had you begging to get a closer look. 

You managed to squeeze your way into the front of the crowd as Mascara started to play, and your eyes were glued to the rugged guitarist's hands as he played the famous six note riff. But what you didn't realize is that he had started to notice your staring, considering that it was a small crowd. When you managed to rip your eyes away from his hands to his face, he was staring directly at you. Your eyes went wide as you were met with his slight smirk from the stage, followed by the man mouthing the words ‘You're staring, sweetheart.’ Your ears immediately felt hot as you ducked your gaze away and covered your mouth. Did that really just happen? The man was amused by your reaction, chuckling under his breath. 

After a minute of staring at the ground to keep your composure, you looked back up to the stage, only to see the man had moved closer to the front of the stage, biceps now fully in view. You stood stunned, barely bobbing your head to the music, eyes flicking back and forth from his face to his arms. He took a side glance to gauge your reaction, raised an eyebrow and smirked.

Through the next several songs, you two had the occasional interaction. From glances, to mouthing ‘You're so hot!’ which made the man roll his eyes in amusement.

It unfortunately had come to the final song of the set list, and the riff for Risk started playing. You screamed louder than you did for any of the other songs, because Risk was one of your favorites. The man took note of this, and hatched a plan. 

For most of the song, he played as normal, whipping the long hair out of his eyes to occasionally take glances at you.

But on the final chorus of the song, he walked to the front of the stage and began to sing into the microphone along with the lead singer, looking you in the eyes the entire time the verse was leaving his lips.

I know what to say to take you 

Higher, higher

No one else can take you higher

But I will try

I'll find a way

I'll confuse them

But I think I can try

I will save your life

I will save your life

I'll try

I'll find a way

I'll confuse them

But I think I can try

I will save your life

I will save your life

I'll try

For you

For you

You were so overwhelmed with shock and the warmth radiating off your face that you didn't register that the show was over and people were now yelling and applauding. You physically shook your head to break your trance that you were in and joined in on the applause, looking at one man on the stage. He spared you a side glance with his signature smirk, recognizing your high-pitched applause from the rest of the crowd. 

When the applause had died down to just chatter and people had begun to go back to the bar or their tables, he glanced at you again and held up his pointer finger, signaling you to wait. He went over to the opposite side of the stage and grabbed a fine print Sharpie.

Of course, you were still standing near the stage, definitely not still admiring the anonymous guitarist. You had let your gaze wander to the rest of the bar when you heard a raspy “Hey! Sweetheart!” It was him. He motioned with his pointer finger to come closer to the stage, and you moved without a second thought. 

“Hold out yer arm.” He said nonchalantly, with an unexpected southern drawl. You did what you were told, and he gently turned it palm side up, and you blushed even more at the sudden contact. He then took the cap of the pen off with his teeth and wrote his number on your forearm, keeping his hand loosely wrapped around your wrist.

Snapping the cap back on, he smirked once again.

“Yer hearts beatin’ pretty fast there, darlin’. Bet I know why.”

Still having a loose hold on your wrist, it brought it up to his mouth and gave it a deliberately slow kiss, eyes not leaving yours.

Finally letting go, he moved a stray hair out of his face and remarked, “Name’s Daryl, by the way. Glad ya enjoyed the show.” Followed by a wink.

You watched in flustered shock as he casually went back to his band members to chat and put away their gear. 

Emily was never going to believe this.

[stellar-waves]

hfudoshgsod

good god i love this. 🤘

For You

rockstar!daryl au

word count: 1.4k

a/n: finally wrote another fic! my motivation was absolutely crushed by outside circumstances, but this au was too good to pass up. so sorry again for the unexpected hiatus, glad to be writing again 🥳

Your margarita sat empty on the counter before you, beads of condensation dripping down onto the stone below. 

Your friend had told you about this “cool bar downtown,” and, to their credit, it was pretty cool. The lighting was low, with only a few hanging lights illuminating the small space. The color scheme was dark and monotoned, but still tasteful and rugged, with splashes of red accenting the stools and tables. The atmosphere and energy were dark but still inviting to customers and passersby. The tiny bar was filled with the deep sounds of a Creed cover band that was currently playing on the small stage near the back half of the building.

You and the aforementioned friend had only been sat down at the bar for about 20 minutes until a woman came up and started flirting with them. One thing led to another and they both excused themselves to go to the family bathroom to “freshen up.” You and them both knew that wasn't what was happening in there.

Although you were certainly very happy for them, it left you sitting at the bar alone, and not really in a drinking mood anymore. 

The sound of applause snapped you out of your thoughts. The cover band had just gotten done playing their last song. They said their goodbyes and thank you's to the crowd, and even threw one of their guitar picks into the small but loud gathering of onlookers, and a scream rang out, presumably from the woman that had just caught it.

Concerts had always been a staple in your life, and you would go to one every week if you had the money for it. You always just felt at home in the loud and chaotic atmosphere, singing along to your favorite songs with thousands of other people. While, obviously this is not nearly on the same scale, you wanted to check it out anyway. One of the main things that sold you on coming to this bar in the first place was the Deftones cover band that was coincidentally coming up next after the brief intermission. So, you slid off of your stool and sauntered over to the stage area.

You stood at the back of the crowd and leaned on a nearby wooden support beam. Everyone was talking amongst themselves, eagerly waiting for the next band. A small projector was set up on one of the support beams that projected the Deftones logo onto the black curtains that covered the main stage, giving the members access to freely move and switch out their equipment. 

After a couple more minutes of leaning against the support beam and letting your eyes wander around the bar, your eyes snapped back to the stage, as the guitar riff for Shove It started playing behind the curtain. This got a lot of people's attention, some of them yelling and shouting a mixture of excited “yeah's!” The band drew the riff out for another minute until the curtain was abruptly pulled to the side, revealing the guitarist, bassist, drummer, and the lead singer. 

You immediately started lightly banging your head to the beat while scanning your eyes over the rugged group. Each of them had sort of the same look; The body and wardrobe of a divorced dad that didn't have custody of their kids. However, the contrasting guitarist certainly did halt your gaze.

Wavy, long, brunette hair drifted from side to side as his fingers danced across the fretboard. His broad shoulders could be seen tensing up, even through the faded Slayer shirt he had on. You only caught glimpses of his face with how often his hair was in the way, but you could clearly see his scruffy goatee and piercing blue eyes.

You stepped away from the support beam and wedged yourself into the small crowd. Yes, obviously, you wanted to hear the music better and enjoy the experience more thoroughly, but the way that the veins popped out on the guitarist's hands had you begging to get a closer look. 

You managed to squeeze your way into the front of the crowd as Mascara started to play, and your eyes were glued to the rugged guitarist's hands as he played the famous six note riff. But what you didn't realize is that he had started to notice your staring, considering that it was a small crowd. When you managed to rip your eyes away from his hands to his face, he was staring directly at you. Your eyes went wide as you were met with his slight smirk from the stage, followed by the man mouthing the words ‘You're staring, sweetheart.’ Your ears immediately felt hot as you ducked your gaze away and covered your mouth. Did that really just happen? The man was amused by your reaction, chuckling under his breath. 

After a minute of staring at the ground to keep your composure, you looked back up to the stage, only to see the man had moved closer to the front of the stage, biceps now fully in view. You stood stunned, barely bobbing your head to the music, eyes flicking back and forth from his face to his arms. He took a side glance to gauge your reaction, raised an eyebrow and smirked.

Through the next several songs, you two had the occasional interaction. From glances, to mouthing ‘You're so hot!’ which made the man roll his eyes in amusement.

It unfortunately had come to the final song of the set list, and the riff for Risk started playing. You screamed louder than you did for any of the other songs, because Risk was one of your favorites. The man took note of this, and hatched a plan. 

For most of the song, he played as normal, whipping the long hair out of his eyes to occasionally take glances at you.

But on the final chorus of the song, he walked to the front of the stage and began to sing into the microphone along with the lead singer, looking you in the eyes the entire time the verse was leaving his lips.

I know what to say to take you 

Higher, higher

No one else can take you higher

But I will try

I'll find a way

I'll confuse them

But I think I can try

I will save your life

I will save your life

I'll try

I'll find a way

I'll confuse them

But I think I can try

I will save your life

I will save your life

I'll try

For you

For you

You were so overwhelmed with shock and the warmth radiating off your face that you didn't register that the show was over and people were now yelling and applauding. You physically shook your head to break your trance that you were in and joined in on the applause, looking at one man on the stage. He spared you a side glance with his signature smirk, recognizing your high-pitched applause from the rest of the crowd. 

When the applause had died down to just chatter and people had begun to go back to the bar or their tables, he glanced at you again and held up his pointer finger, signaling you to wait. He went over to the opposite side of the stage and grabbed a fine print Sharpie.

Of course, you were still standing near the stage, definitely not still admiring the anonymous guitarist. You had let your gaze wander to the rest of the bar when you heard a raspy “Hey! Sweetheart!” It was him. He motioned with his pointer finger to come closer to the stage, and you moved without a second thought. 

“Hold out yer arm.” He said nonchalantly, with an unexpected southern drawl. You did what you were told, and he gently turned it palm side up, and you blushed even more at the sudden contact. He then took the cap of the pen off with his teeth and wrote his number on your forearm, keeping his hand loosely wrapped around your wrist.

Snapping the cap back on, he smirked once again.

“Yer hearts beatin’ pretty fast there, darlin’. Bet I know why.”

Still having a loose hold on your wrist, it brought it up to his mouth and gave it a deliberately slow kiss, eyes not leaving yours.

Finally letting go, he moved a stray hair out of his face and remarked, “Name’s Daryl, by the way. Glad ya enjoyed the show.” Followed by a wink.

You watched in flustered shock as he casually went back to his band members to chat and put away their gear. 

Emily was never going to believe this.