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littlegodzilla · 3 years ago

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Howl TWD AU. Daryl Dixon x OFC 13/15.

New day, new chapter!

We are almost at the end of the series, just two more chapters and we'll know the destiny of Daryl and Ixeia and the people of Woodbury.

What's going to happen with Merle too?

We'll see!!

Enjoy!!

Howl

Daryl Dixon x OFC.

Warnings(For the all series); AU. M, Smut, +18, hurt/comfrot, blood, violence, bad language, war plans, ABO references, Knot thing, a lot of references about werewolves mixed with my own imagination.

Warnings chapter: War. Blood. Toxic inffections. Merle being Merle. A lot action scenes.

Outside Narrator.

Words: 5050

N/A: Yes, I know, I use Woodbury a lot in my stories, but Seasons 2 and 3 are my favorites and they can’t live in a prison…. Woodbury is the closest thing… and yes, Rick and Michonne are together because I love them and I miss them a lot, sorry if someone is unhappy about this.

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Part 13.

Daryl wastes time for a couple more days talking to Merle. He wastes time because his brother doesn't tell him anything new about the pack that accompanied him. He tries to make him see, to understand, that they have left him behind, that they aren’t coming back for him, but the man pays no attention, he seems determined that his people will come back for him at some point.

"When that happens, ya'll have to be prepared, little brother, ‘cause this little town will burn to the ground." He assures him with a smirk.

"Not if I can help it." He growls back walking out of the cell with a scowl.

It's been a rough few days in Woodbury, Negan's people have been tracking the scouting party that Merle showed up in town with. They've been confronted by several more groups throughout the week, small units of wolves trying to get through Daryl's territory encountering Negan's wolves ready to set their teeth on them. Daryl doesn't understand why they are sending small packs of wolves out there. If the purpose is to retrieve Merle it would be more effective with a much larger formation, on the other hand if they are just doing it to find out how many there are and prepare for a more powerful attack...

Daryl doesn't like to think about it, it means there are too many of them and they could be at a serious disadvantage.

The Alpha tries to bring his brother to his own side, get him on their side to get an extra set of hands to help them fight, but the trust he has in these people won't budge. It's really frustrating. On the other hand they continue without letting their guard down. The patrols are doing their job well, they have managed to capture some of the wolves that have reached the forest, but when they try to interrogate them the incoherent babbling shows that this so called "Governor" is looking for easy and fickle minds to manipulate them and use them as cannon fodder. That pisses them off even more. The packs are always strict and somewhat reserved with the pups born with difficulties and with the Metis, but within the pack itself there is always a balance of respect and care, they help those weaker wolves to move forward. There are cases where packs of very pure lineages disown all those who cannot be useful to their cause and the Governor is acting exactly the same with these werewolves.

So they know pretty much the same as they did from the first moment they started.

Nothing.

But the atmosphere is charged, heavy. In the air feels something wild, something dangerous, they're not far from Woodbury, Daryl knows they're getting closer, slowly but surely, that it won't be long before they're peeking through the gates of their territory trying to claim what they think belongs to them. It will be cruel and bloody. Everyone is aware of this. The Governor will seek out the best and try to put them at his mercy as well as those he believes he can manipulate, he will try to take as many females as possible to help him increase his herd, he will kill all the Alphas that are linked to his Omegas and he will also take care of the humans living in Woodbury.

Merle has repeated this to him ad nauseam.

"Stop worrying" Carol tells him that morning as the woman walks up to Ixeia's house, the two of them now sharing the nest the she-wolf had once made. Daryl's cabin was crowded, so it was a good excuse to stay close to his she-wolf.

"I can't stop worryin’, Carol... I feel like we're missin’ somethin’ important and it's gonna blow up in our faces..."

"You've covered all the flanks that could be vulnerable, the boys are still on their guards, we're all careful in town, you've managed to join forces with a pack that seems to be just as eager as we are to stop these individuals from doing harm... I think that's quite an accomplishment."

"What happens when it's all over? do ya think they'll just go away?" He looks sideways at her, rubbing his hands together nervously.

"You mean because of Negan? He does seem a little conflicted, but his wife has him on a tight leash." She can't help but laugh. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." She mumbles but sees Daryl smirk in amusement as well.

"No, I get yer point, she seems to be the one wearing the pants in the pack... I guess as long as nothin’ happens to her..." He shrugs and Carol strokes his hair lovingly, the wolf lays his head against her touch and closes his eyes from the caresses.

"How are you doing? Out of all this, you know what I mean."

"Fine, I think..." He groans and bites the inside of his cheeks. "Adjustin’ to myself... My Alpha status is shot, there are too many people around me right now and I have this stupid need to be on my toes all the time..." He sighs because he doesn't like the role of controlling leader. Nor of leader. "I used to live more peacefully as a vulgar Metis." He jokes feeling Carol nudge him a little and smiles.

"You aren’t vulgar, don't say such things." He smiles knowing what the Ranger was referring to. "I'm glad you met all these wolves, I think... Your condition isn't well regarded, from what you told me, from how I see you move around them, and they don't seem to care. They even seem surprised by your true status as an Alpha, I think that's a positive thing for you."

"I guess..." He shrugs again, it's a customary gesture for him. He scratches his head, hesitating. "I have to admit, I'm surprised no one from the Council came lookin’ for me or to talk to Merle when Merle was out there wanderin’ around on his own... I guess we ain’t as important as he thinks we are."

"And there we are again." Carol rolls her eyes knowing she can't change her friend's personality and rises from her seat. "You may not be important to them, but you are to a lot of other people, Daryl Dixon, so stop making that face, you hear me?"

Daryl gives her a sidelong glance and a soft smile tugs at his mouth, shakes his head in a gesture that should be a nod and lowers his gaze again, fiddling nervously with his own hands. He's never been good at accepting compliments from anyone. Although Carol has always tried since they've known each other, but it's still difficult for the Metis. The pleasant conversation is nipped in the bud when a rumble makes them both flinch.

What is happening now?

Daryl gets up in a hurry, opens the door of the house and the two of them observe from afar that the police station is on fire. The breath catches in his throat as his eyes widen in horror, people are running in panic from one side to the other trying to save themselves from the flames, to find something to put out the fire. Carol puts one hand to her chest and the other to her mouth to quell the gasp of panic at what she is seeing. A huge wolf transformed into its hybrid form appears in the two's field of vision and knocks over several cars while hitting people passing by, knocking them out.

The Alpha roars in desperation rushing down the stairs, but stops when he senses Carol following him. He turns to her, hurriedly, his gesture serious, his brow tightly furrowed, his jaw clenched, his fangs growing out of the corners of his lips. The woman takes a step back at his gaze full of rage; lethal and dangerous. She nods her head stopping at the stairs and Daryl howls to gather his own as his body abruptly transforms into his hybrid form. To his surprise, his mind is still semi-conscious like last time, but his bones didn't hurt as much when he took his form. He shakes his head and flexes his hind legs running at full speed towards that wolf that is heading straight towards the flames of the police station.

Before he can get there and stop it, he sees his brother appear in his hybrid form among the fire. The other wolf stops and they shake hands, glad to see each other. Anger swirls in Daryl's chest and he feels his consciousness weaken a little more. He growls and clenches his fists, he has to calm down if he wants to remain able to control himself and not become a Berserker again. He howls with all his might, listening in the distance to his people answering his call. He leans his body forward, his long nails digging into the asphalt. The two wolves sense his presence and turn to face him, yet he sees a crooked smile in the grimace Merle makes in his hybrid form. The wolf that has gone in search of his brother lunges for him as the Metis moves off in another direction.

No, he isn’t going to let it hurt anyone else.

His body lunges in his direction, but the other hybrid gets in his way, its massive head slams into his side, pressing into his ribs, knocking the wind out of him as it throws him a few feet away. Daryl digs his nails into the ground to break his fall and turns towards it. He's a young wolf, his form smaller but perfect, a Hominid who hasn't long experienced his First Shift, which tells Daryl he's just a kid. He mentally mumbles. He doesn't want to kill a child. He roars and barks in threat, the little hair covering his form bristling warning that he's in danger, but the Hominid doesn't budge. It howls and runs towards him, leaps up several meters in the air ready to fall on the Metis. Daryl waits for it, but never manages to hit its body.

Another wolf throws itself on the young man, both fall several meters away from Daryl, roll on the ground, lifting the asphalt with them, collide with a car that sinks under the weight of the body of both wolves, but stops their advance. The wolf also incorporates into a hybrid form, black and gray fur, his huge paws holding a bat that he doesn't hesitate to unload against the other hybrid's jaw when it tries to move, knocking him unconscious against the car. He turns to Daryl, his blue eyes flashing for a second before nodding his head.

The Alpha doesn't hesitate, grunting in thanks before bolting after his brother. He doesn't know where he's gone, but it can't be good, if he's escaped it will be the best of news, but when he sees several wolves and hybrids appear through the forest he knows this has only just begun. He mentally curses running at full speed. He has to get his people to safety no matter what.

Negan meets Lucille, walking calmly on his two hind legs, the bat against his shoulder. The woman rips her nails from the body of a wolf she has stopped before it enters the town and shakes the blood over them. Her gaze connects with her husband's and he growls low.

"They're coming." He says in the woman's head, one of her Gifts is beast communication, allowing her to talk to wolves and any animal. "We must prepare."

"I will send our people to cover the wounded, we should gather them all at the Greene's farm." Replies the woman and the male wolf rolls his eyes.

"Why do we have to risk the lives of our own for some humans?"

"Because it was part of the deal when we allied with Dixon. It's not our territory, Negan, we have to adapt to their laws." He explains to her with weariness. "This is not the time for this, gather your men and explain the situation to them." Lucille orders him before howling, several wolves reach her and together they move away up the street to stop the wolves that have entered Woodbury.

Negan growls once again in disagreement with his wife, but does not disobey. He looks to his best men for this mission, he knows he must or Daryl and Lucille could give him trouble, even though she is his wife she has more power than he does, he knows she can overpower him with a simple look and he is too proud a man for everyone to witness something like that.

"Dwight, Simon, Laura." He calls to his wolves and they come up to him in their hybrid form. "Help the wounded, find the humans and take them to Hershel's farm." The wolves growl and nod, but Simon doesn't seem very cooperative. "These are fucking orders from your Alpha, from Lucille, so take that fucking face off and do as you're ordered. Protect them, don't let any of those fucking wolves get close."

"Yes, Negan." They bark at the same time before speeding away from there.

"Alright, the rest of you, let's teach those fucking dogs some manners!" He barks loudly and his people howl in agreement running through the various streets of Woodbury in search of the intruders.

Jesus is helping Rick get the car ready with the baby and Judith's things when they see a huge wolf run past followed by another that is almost devoid of fur. He freezes for a second when he detects Daryl's scent on one of them.

"Shit, Rick!" He calls out to the Sheriff who has entered the house in search of the children.

"I saw him, go!"

"We need to get to Hershel's farm first!"

"I'll take care of that, come on, Daryl needs you!" shouts the Sheriff again, but Jesus shakes his head.

"No! We all have our mission!"

"We got this!" appears Laura in her Hybrid form, she as a hominid can talk to humans and beasts in either form. "We're helping people get to Hershel's farm, you take care of your own!" The young woman says to Jesus who looks hesitant, but she gingerly picks Judith up and hoists her onto her massive shoulder. Rick also looks frightened, but the girl laughs and clings tightly to the young girl's fur.

Laura falls onto her front legs taking a curved stance, protecting with her body the car where they were storing everything they needed. Michonne stands frozen in the doorway of the house with RJ in her arms, not knowing whether or not to leave, that wolf doesn't know him. Carl behind her pats her shoulders wanting to relax her and gestures for her to be calm. Dwight then appears in his wolf form, when everyone is inside the car, the wolf gets in front to lead the way. Laura barks gratefully and walks away to help at another house. Jesus walks up to Rick's window and Rick nods.

"Go, Daryl is using that form a lot, we don't know how long he'll be able to control it." Rick asks him and Jesus nods in understanding.

"Be very careful." He asks them and Dwight attacks several wolves approaching down the same street. Rick puts the car in gear and they drive away being escorted by several wolves.

Abraham and Aaron reach Jesus at that moment, the black wolf transforms into his hybrid form being mimicked by his companions, they howl to know Daryl's position and when he responds, they run after him.

Daryl crushes the body of his brother when he intercepts him between two streets, pushes his body violently making him lose his balance and falls on the facade of one of the houses knocking it down. The Metis wishes there was no one inside. He clenches his fists tightly and bares his teeth at Merle, in a mute threat not to try to get up. But the Dixons have a particular characteristic, and that is that they are stubborn as hell, so the man does not intend to give up without a fight. He joins in and roars against his brother, raising his shoulders, squaring his body to make himself bigger, but Daryl is not intimidated, he knows his brother, they fought together when they were puppies to develop their skills. True, the better Dixon has never managed to beat his brother, but that's not going to stop his desire to try.

Their bodies collide again, the clash is brutal, the sound of their bones echoes in the deserted street, Merle surrounds his neck with his deformed arm and with his left fist hits him in the face repeatedly making Daryl dizzy. Daryl manages to break free of his grip by grabbing him by the back of the neck and throws him to the ground, he tries to hold him back, but Merle is quicker and hits him again to get him off his body. He grunts and shakes his head, they are not going to get him as easily as last time. One of the hybrids in his pack appears giving him what looks like a metal arm that fits perfectly on his deformed stump. It's not an arm, it's the edge of a sword that whistles through the air as he waves both arms and gestures for Daryl to come closer.

He's screwed.

Ixeia makes sure that the people are safe, all those that they have been able to save until they get there, heals the wounds of some of them, tries to calm the fear that is reflected in their eyes and in their trembling bodies, many of them are confused and disoriented. You don't understand what is happening. You discover with relief that Derek is alive, but the man does not allow her to approach him. She is hurt by his rejection, but she understands.

She suddenly feels a sharp stab in her chest that leaves her breathless. The pain that increases, churns in her stomach and spreads throughout her body to her head. She gasps in pain, holding her head with both hands. Her heart beats a mile a minute. Something is not right. Something bad is happening to Daryl.

"Ixeia? What's wrong?" Maggie asks her as she sees her writhing in pain.

"I have to get back to town; Daryl needs me." She looks at her with her eyes full of fear and her voice cracking. Maggie looks at her just as scared and nods her head.

"Go, we'll take care of helping people."

"Thank you, Negan's people won't be long in coming to help." She promises her and hurriedly runs out of the barn.

As she walks away she sees several wolves appear, transforming into people, grabbing their weapons, clothes Beth hands them and positioning themselves around the barn and farm to make sure nothing and no one gets through the perimeter, others stay in their hybrid form to make the defense more powerful. She mentally thanks the help everyone is displaying and transforming as she runs she heads towards where his Alpha is, she can smell him, but he is getting weaker and weaker and it makes her chest tighten.

The image before her eyes shakes her. She stands frozen in her position not knowing what she can do. Daryl and Merle are locked in a brutal fight. The older brother has the little against the ground, one of his powerful, strong knees pressing his body into the asphalt as his fist is raised in the air, his teeth clenched tightly, a growl of menace clawing at his throat every time Daryl tries to get up. Merle doesn't want to keep hitting his brother, but next to them, observing the situation, are two more werewolves, waiting for Merle to finish what he has started.

Ixeia at once understands that this is the leader of the pack Merle has joined to overthrow the Council and next to him, there is a woman who lacks hair on her head, deep gaze, marked by huge black circles under her eyes, there is a sinister smile on her mouth and her fists are clenched, wishing Merle to continue with the fight. The "Governor" also doesn’t have a much warmer look than the woman, there is a crooked smile on his face, he oozes superiority and arrogance, he is an Alpha of the old school, of those who believe they are above everything and everyone, those who still think that Gaia chose them for a much more ambitious destiny than the others. Ixeia understands now why they are doing all that.

It is only pride of a clan that is dying out and they cannot accept it.

Rage begins to take hold of her, she growls low and stirs in her seat. Merle punches Daryl again and she lunges for the Metis. She's not going to let them continue to harm her Alpha. She lunges at the one-armed wolf, jaws open, her mouth snaps against the metal arm, digs her nails into the ground and using all her strength throws Merle several meters away from where he is. His huge body impacts against the trees at the beginning of the forest, he howls in pain, but she doesn't care. She stands over Daryl protecting him, she hears him moaning low as he slowly tries to get up. Ixeya steps aside as she feels Daryl's human hand on her fur, she looks at him for a moment before shifting her form herself and with a mute question on her face, he smiles and nods.

"I've been worse." He assures in a hoarse voice.

"So you two are Gaia's chosen ones." The woman speaks, in a soft, whispery voice, with a tone of madness tinging her words that gets goosebumps on both of them.

"We were eager to meet you, all this would not have been necessary if you had come with us from the first moment." Speaks the "Governor" still with his crooked smile on his mouth.

"We don't have to go anywhere with anyone. This is our territory, our home." Speaks Daryl taking a step forward. "Ya people have come here eager to fight and spill blood. Ya ain’t welcome."

"Not welcome? Do you really think we care about laws? No, we are here to change our whole world, to make it better." The woman speaks again, smiling, showing a row of black, rotten teeth.

"We've tried to be nice to you, to make you understand the situation nicely, but you clearly need punishment." The two advance towards the pair and they instinctively back away. "That Omega will be mine and you and your brother will be left as a failed mistake." Spits the roaring man, slowly transforming.

Daryl growls as well, but grabs Ixeia by the arm and pulls her behind his body. There is something not right about those two wolves. Their transformation into wolves is mindless, misshapen, incomplete, but they are not Metis, Daryl can sense that they are both descended from a pure lineage, but there is something not right with them. The woman's eyes are completely black, thick black saliva drips from her mouth, the Governor oozes a viscous reddish liquid from his fur, his nails drip the same black liquid that falls from the werewolf woman's mouth. They are both cursed, something dark and corrupt runs through their blood. Daryl shudders harder as he smells it.

"Stay away." He says to Ixeia. "They’re consumed by Darkness, they have been overcome by Dark forces."

"I can purify them, Daryl, maybe..." She tries to help, but he shakes his head.

"It won't do any good, they have chosen...!" But he can't finish the sentence, the woman grabs him with her huge paw and throws him several meters away, Daryl's body impacts against a lamppost, bending it in half.

"Daryl!" Omega howls and glares at the other she-wolf with hatred.

She transforms to face the woman, her teeth clench around the consumed woman's neck and throws her against the ground in several blows. She barks in pain as she feels her nails dig into her skin, the dark venom burning her skin. She quickly releases her and rests her hands on the ground feeling suddenly weak. She shakes her head hard trying to recover to attack again, but this time it is the Governor that lunges at her. His jaws tighten on her back, he lifts her up in the air and throws her back against the ground, her whole body suffers from the pain, she tries to let go, but the man's strength is far superior, the Dark magic is giving her an uncontrollable strength, which doesn't mean it's good for the bearer either.

Daryl tries to go to his she-wolf's aid, but the wolf-woman intervenes by punching him in the stomach, Daryl is left breathless for a few seconds before receiving the cut of a dagger in his arm. He needs to take several steps back, holding the wound, which burns, it stings, gnawing the skin where the blade has touched. The corrosive poison given off by his weapons and his own body is extremely dangerous, if they are exposed to them for too long they could die, or worse, be consumed by it and become servants of the Darkness like the Governor and the other she-wolf.

"Found you motherfucker!" They hear a war cry coming from a female voice.

The two see falling on the cursed werewolf woman another she-wolf, who hits her snout with a bat with all her might. The bat flies being picked up by Negan who uses it to deliver a hard blow to the ribs to the Governor and get him to release Ixeia. Lucille unloads her fists on the she-wolf who tries to get loose. She grabs one of his arms and twists it, breaking it. The woman screams in pain and the black liquid that was oozing becomes much thicker. Her eyes are devoid of any life and all her hair stands on end.

"Lucille!" Negan shouts as he feels the dark wave coming from the woman.

"You're crazy, Alpha!" She yells at the she-wolf who won't stop convulsing, falling prey to the toxin enveloping her and taking over more and more of her body.

"Stay away from them, don't fucking let them touch you!" shouts Negan once again warning his people who quickly take a step back.

Daryl runs to Ixeya to help her up, they are both injured from the poison, but their bodies are slowly recovering. The Omega tries to heal him with her power, but the hunter gives her a strong look to stop, they are both exhausted from the fight, he doesn't want her to overdo it. He holds her very carefully, returning to his human form once more and leads her away from the battlefield by sitting her down on the steps of one of the houses on the street where they meet. Ixeia resists, she wants to keep fighting, but Daryl stops her once again.

"It's dangerous!"

"I don't care! When are you going to understand that they are my people too! I have the right to protect them too!"

"Yer my Omega, I ain’t gonna let ya die!"

"And you're my Alpha and I have to accept you sacrificing yourself?!" She shoves him angrily. "I can fight, damn it! You all are doing your part to help! We should be with them!"

"Ya dun know how this is gonna end! Those two lunatics are consumed by Darkness!"

"You think I didn't see that!?" She roars fed up with Daryl's denials.

"Hey, couple! This isn't the best time for this!" Negan calls out to them and walks up to them, he has put barbed wire around the bat and hands it to Ixeia. "Use your fucking Gift, I'll hit them with this, the bullets, the knives, go back to strengthening them, now we need you to use all your power on them."

"Yes... I need you to distract them during the ritual." She asks Negan who hands her the bat and smiles broadly, that mischief shining in his eyes.

"Come on, Alpha, let's go play with them a little." He tells Daryl, Daryl hesitates for a moment but transforms back.

"Be careful." Ixeia asks him before he shakes it off and runs after Negan back into the fray.

Lucille and Aaron appear in Ixeia's field of vision as she continues to look worriedly at where Daryl is walking away, the two of them drop several chargers full of silver bullets, knives and the bolts from Daryl's crossbow at her feet. She startles at the metallic sound as an orthopedic arm with a sword blade as a hand falls on top of the rest of the weapons. She looks up to find Merle staring at her with bated breath, sweating profusely and returning to his human form, a trickle of black liquid slips from the corners of his lips and Ixeia is startled. She tries to get up to help him, but he stops her.

"Take care of that, my brother needs everythin’ ya've got to save this fuckin’ town." He snarls and spits angrily, then reverts back to his hybrid form and goes to Daryl and Negan's aid. She hesitates for a moment, she wants to help Merle, it is clear that the wolf had fallen for a lie, like many of those who had followed the Governor and Alpha, surely, who had cursed them with the toxin in order to control them, she was still in time to be able to cure him. Lucille gestures to her grabbing her shoulder.

"He has chosen, you must take care of this, then there will be time to heal the wounds." The Alpha tells her and the she-wolf nods, it hurts, but she has to take her own path in this war.

She kneels in front of all the weapons and lets a greenish aura envelop her before placing her hands and beginning the ritual, it would strengthen and give them the ability to purify, thus making them more effective against those most consumed by the Darkness.

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Sweet Hereafter - Chapter 54

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A long time coming…

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heavenseed76 · 3 years ago

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Contentment

Rating:G

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Summary: Daryl saves Paul from certain death and some truths are revealed

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, canon-typical violence

When mothers lift cars off their children it is not because their love or fear make them super strong. It is because adrenaline will make a person immune to the sensation of pain. Their muscles and tendons are often irreparably damaged. Human beings will tear themselves apart for the people they love. Daryl Dixon was no different.

He couldn’t recall how he was able to get to Michonne’s horse, nor how he hauled the limp form of his friend onto the horse with him. He was vaguely aware that he could hear Dog whimpering somewhere behind him, punctuating the sound of another horse beside him. In his arms, Paul Rovia, wrapped in a saddle blanket, armor long forgotten, slumped forward. Every few minutes Daryl could feel the man tense beneath his arm, locked as if it was welded across Paul’s chest. The man in his arms was in pain, barely breathing, but thankfully alive. Daryl couldn’t think beyond getting Paul back to Hilltop, to Enid, to safety.

Riding in the fog made a trip that would have taken eons stretch even further. There was no sense of distance, nothing to mark the passing of the miles. The trip, longer still holding his friend’s life in his hands, seemed like a dream: the ubiquitous nightmare where you try to reach someone at the end of a long path and the faster you run, the further away they become. With each gallop, Daryl could feel Paul’s life spilling out onto his chest, his arms, soaking the blanket he was wrapped in. He could feel the labored breath, deep pulls of air that went nowhere. At first Paul held on to Daryl’s arm as they rode, though they eventually fell away, too weak to hold on.

Through the fog, Daryl heard Aaron yelling for the sentries to open the gate at Hilltop before Daryl even saw the walls. Aaron kicked his horse into a sprint and easily passed Daryl’s horse. Seeing the end in sight, Daryl pressed his own heels into the flanks of the beast on which he rode and urged the animal to go faster. He followed Aaron straight to the medical trailer, where Enid and Alden were already helping him off his horse.

“No!” Aaron kept the wiggly bundle in his arms from slipping and motioned to Enid and Alden to help Daryl. “Get Jesus!” Without waiting for them to acknowledge him, Aaron rushed into the medical trailer.

Daryl brought his horse up short next to Aarons, and then there were too many hands, too many faces below him, pushing and pulling at Paul. At Enid’s insistence, her eyes full of dread and sympathy, Daryl broke the iron grip he had around Paul and let him slip gently into the waiting arms of Alden and Siddiq, who wasted no time making room for Henry and Kal to help carry his pale body into the trailer. He dismounted Michonne’s horse, letting someone with gentle hands take the reigns from him. He stood staring at the door, behind which two of the people he cared for most in the world could be dying, or worse, turning… Along with his beloved Dog.

He felt familiar hands on his arms, attempting to turn him aware from the trailer, and distantly heard soft words filter through the fog filling his mind, urging him to come away. Hot, angry tears spilled over and silently marked his blood-stained face and suddenly he was unable to catch his breath. He wanted to rush in and pull Paul back into his arms and never let go. If he died… If Paul turned… he needed to be there for that. But Aaron was in there, and he wanted to keep his friend from suffering that end alone.

“Daryl, come get cleaned up.” Carol’s voice was a solid mass he could anchor himself to, as his grief threatened to let him float away like ashes. He started to let her lead him into Barrington House, when Aaron came through the trailer door.

Eyes red, brows pulled in to etch lines of worry into his forehead, Aaron quickly made his way to Daryl.

“Dog’s gonna be OK. Paul…” Aaron’s voice wavered, but he swallowed and carried on. “Paul’s fighting. His lung collapsed and he lost a lot of blood.” Without warning Daryl pulled his friend into his arms, and with a sob he had been holding in the entire journey, Aaron hugged him back, fingers fisting in the worn leather of his vest. Watching them, the lump in Carol’s throat grew, and she had to cover her mouth with both hands to keep her cry from tearing a hole in the comforting bubble the men had made.

***

The sun burned away the fog that had settled over Hilltop, and the morning promised a beautiful day ahead. At a picnic table near the medical trailer, Aaron and Daryl sat vigil, their backs against the edge of the table top. Aaron absently cleaned his prosthetic arm with a rusty can of WD40 and a ragged bandana he kept for the express purpose. Like the Tin Man. Daryl thought. They were both clean, in clothes that didn’t smell like gore. Carol had not been able to coax either man into eating or trying to sleep.

“We’ve wasted so much time.” Aaron sighed and set the rag he’d been using aside. “This is a big damned wake-up call.” He was used to companionable silence with Daryl, used to holding up both ends of a conversation, so when Daryl didn’t respond, he just kept talking. “We’ve been lucky. To make it this long. But this world is still just as dangerous as it ever was. I feel so stupid…”

Daryl chewed his bottom lip, listening. He had been there when Aaron dove head first into being a father to Gracie, burying Eric’s death deep beneath the needs of a tiny, new being. It occupied his mind, it gave him an outlet for his affection and focused his energy. It did not, however, fill the gaping love-shaped void left when Eric’s corpse walked off into the woods. It was one of the many ways Daryl felt he had failed everyone in his life; it was one of the many reasons he walked off into the woods That Day, and didn’t look back. The seams holding his family together tore open That Day, and try as he might, he alone didn’t have the strength to stitch it back together. Neither did anyone else, apparently.

“I did it for you, you know.” Daryl said, his voice gravel in his throat.

Aaron turned his expressive blue eyes to Daryl’s, not having expected a two-way conversation. “Did what?”

Daryl looked away, unsure of himself. “Saved him. I know you two… I know he means a lot to you. I saw Dog attack that walker, and heard you yell, and I just, I don’t know man, I just couldn’t let him die…” Meeting Aaron’s eyes he said, “I didn’t want you to hurt no more.”

Something sparked in Aaron’s chest. Affection, love, gratitude… he didn’t know what or how many of those things he was feeling. He stared at Daryl for a long moment. There was only one thing he could think to say. “Thank you.” Aaron pressed infinitesimally closer into Daryl’s warm shoulder with his own.

Daryl nodded, glad he could make his friend smile, even if things didn’t turn out as well as they hoped. It had been hours, and except for Alden leaving to give Enid and Siddiq room to work, and getting Alex to come in to better assist, there had been little news of Paul’s welfare.

“I know you’ve been coming here to see him.” Daryl shifted nervously. “He make you happy?”

A man of few words, Daryl could say so much with so little effort. It took Aaron a moment to understand what Daryl was asking, and when the implication of the question hit him, he felt like he had been slapped. He scooted away from Daryl on the bench of the picnic table, so he could fully turn to face Daryl.

“You do know we’re just friends, right?” Aaron’s frown returned, and Daryl didn’t know how to respond. “We’re not… we’ve never… Jesus and I are good friends, that’s all.” Aaron watched confusion slide over the hunter’s face. If Paul weren’t dying behind the door of the medical trailer, Aaron may have laughed. “You know Jesus is… he’s in love with you!”

“No.” Daryl sat up taller, and Aaron could nearly see the walls being built around the other man.

“Yeah. He’s been in love with you since he brought you home from the Sanctuary! Daryl, how could you not know?”

The hunter stood, defiantly staring his friend down. “He don’t.” He tried to turn away, but Aaron was right there.

“He does. That’s what I meant! We all have to stop wasting time we might not have, Daryl!” Aaron grabbed Daryl’s bicep and swung around to face the stoic man. “I know you. I know you both. And if there’s anything I’m sure of, its that you two belong together. Even if I was interested, that man’s heart belongs to you!”

It was if the last brick fit into place in the fortress of Daryl’s heart. The realization that not only did Aaron see how he felt for Paul, but that Paul felt the same for him, and had made it a known fact. Overwhelmed with the severity of this revelation, Daryl’s dread swelled, and he felt as though all the oxygen had been sucked out of the world. The truth Aaron spoke filled his eyes with hot tears, of shame and joy and sickening worry. Seeing all this take shape in his friend, Aaron pulled him in for an awkward hug.

The harsh slap of the trailer door snapping closed brought the men up for air. Standing on the steps to the trailer was an exhausted Enid, covered in blood. Neither could move, holding their breath.

A smile bloomed on the woman’s face as she said simply, “He’ll be OK.”

***

In his own bed inside Barrington House, Paul Rovia looked smaller than Tara had ever seen him. The trip up the stairs and into the bed had worn him out, and he fell asleep almost immediately. He didn’t even flinch as she started a new IV in his hand. She watched him, his breath shallow and lips twisted in a pained expression. He was pale, his eyes sunken. Laying in his bed with only a bandage across his chest, his strong body laid bare and vulnerable, Tara took stock of all the things they would have lost if the man in front of her hadn’t made it home. Despite his reluctance, Paul was a good leader, and she tried every day to convince him of it. People loved and respected him because he was willing to go outside the walls and risk it all to strengthen them.

“How is he?” Daryl’s low rasp shook Tara from her reverie.

“Exhausted. He’s got some pain killers, so he’s comfortable enough to sleep.” Tara covered Paul in a thin blanket. “Come in. Sit. I’ll be back in a bit to check on him.” Sheepishly, Daryl entered the room, letting Tara give his arm and affectionate squeeze as she went past.

It had been several days since the cemetery, and Daryl had barely slept. Seeing Paul gravely injured had shifted something inside him, something Aaron had nudged to hang just the right way.

“Gonna keep watch on me?” Paul’s voice was just a whisper on his lips. He turned his palm up on the bed, an invitation.

Daryl sat on the edge of the bed, slipping his big hand into Paul’s smaller one. “Feelin OK?” He let his thumb caress the top of Paul’s hand.

Paul nodded, then winced, which Daryl caught even though he tried to hide it. “As long as I don’t move. Or breathe.” He gave a Daryl a thin smile. “You’re too far away.”

Daryl slipped off his boots and lay down beside Paul, mindful of the bandage across his chest. “This OK?”

Paul hummed affirmatively. His limbs were heavy, though he positioned himself close enough to lay he head on Daryl’s shoulder. He laced his fingers together with Daryl’s between their bodies. He could feel the other man relax against him, and if he hadn’t been so exhausted, Paul may have quipped at Daryl to make him blush.

“I’m sorry.” Daryl placed a firm, confident kiss on Paul’s forehead. “Wasted too many years. We have a chance now and I ain’t gonna fuck it up.” He reached over and felt the smooth skin of Paul’s temple with the back of his hand, reveling in the new-found ability to show his affection.

Paul took his hand, kissing the palm and then holding it to his chest, just above his bandage. “You better not. I love you, Daryl Dixon, but you know I will kick your ass.” Paul’s lips quirked up on one side and he peered at Daryl through heavy eyelids.

Daryl huffed a laugh and kissed Paul’s head again, snuggling into the warmth of the other man’s presence. They fell asleep, Paul holding Daryl’s hand to himself, so the hunter could feel every beat of his heart. That is where Dog found them, limping on a bandaged leg, letting Aaron help him into the bed to curl up at their feet, content.

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The Revelation of the Other Woman Ch. 16

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Chapter Title: Settling in. Pairing: Daryl/oc. Setting: The Prison. Wordcount: 4,837. Warning: None that I can thing of.

After Rick, Daryl and Merle got safely inside the gates we all gathered in the cell block. Daryl, Carol and Beth stood on the perch and catwalk above while Michonne, Glenn, Rick, Maggie, Carl and I stood on the ground below. Hershel sat on the stairs. Merle was locked in the holding room. “We're not leaving.” Rick spoke with finality.

“We can't stay here.” Hershel argued the same case he had been arguing.

“What if there's another sniper?” Maggie asked. “A wood pallet won't stop one of those rounds.”

“We can't even go outside.” Beth spoke up as if what she said wasn't already understood by everyone.

“Not in the daylight.” Carol added.

“Rick says we're not running. We're not running.” Glenn spoke up still playing the part of leader even though Rick was back.

“No, better to live like rats.” Merle spoke up through the bar door holding him back from the rest of us.

“You got a better idea?” Rick asked him.

“Yeah, we should have slid out of here last night and lived to fight another day. But we lost that window, didn't we?” Merle asked. “I'm sure he's got scouts on every road out of this place by now.”

“We ain't scared of that prick.” Daryl spoke up from the catwalk, but I didn't even bother looking at him.

“Y'all should be. That truck through the fence thing? That was just him ringing the dinner bell. We might have some thick walls to hide behind, but he's got the guns and the numbers. And if he takes the high ground around this place, shoot, he could just starve us out if he wanted to.” As much as I hated to admit it, Merle had a point.

“Let's put him in the other cell block.” Maggie said ringing a rag in her hands.

“No. He's got a point.” Daryl said.

“This is all you. You started this!” Maggie yelled at Merle who wasn't affected by it.

“What's the difference whose fault it is?” Beth spoke up loudly. “What do we do?”

“I said we should leave. Now Axel's dead. We can't just sit here.” Hershel said for the millionth time and Rick started to walk off. “Get back here!” he yelled at the ex-cop who stopped, but didn't turn to look at the old man. “You're slipping Rick. We've all seen it. We understand why. But now is not the time. You once said this is not a democracy. Now you have to own up to that. I put my family's life in your hands. So get your head clear and do something.”

After Hershel yelled at Rick he just stared at him for a second then walked off. With him gone, people scattered. Most went to their cell's so that's what I did as well. I wiped the dust off of the metal mirror and looked at myself for the first time in months. Dark circles shadowed my eyes, my skin was darker than it used to be from the amount of sun I'd gotten during the winter and my hair had grown two inches, now touching my shoulders. I didn't look like the me I remembered. I was still studying myself when I heard someone clear their throat and looked over to see Daryl standing with his arm propped up on the door frame.

A pain shot through my chest at the way he was looking at me. With hard eyes and straight lips that gave nothing away. He was different than I remembered, everyone was. I guess we'd all changed over the winter. “Whatever you're selling I don't want any.” I told him emotionlessly and crossed my arms over my chest.

“That your way of tellin' me to go away?” he asked quietly.

“If you're going to call me more names...yeah. That's exactly what I'm telling you.” I said as I sat down on my bed, pulled my legs up and hugged my knees to my chest.

“I ain't good at sayin' sorry.” he said quietly looking more like his old self.

“Good then don't say it. 'Cause I don't want to hear it.” I practically growled at him still hugging my knees to my chest.

“Joanna, I really am-”

“No.” I interrupted him letting go of my knees to scoot to the edge of the bed. “You don't get it. I dreamed about you. Every night that we weren't together was another dream that had you in it.” His face flushed at my words and it was cute, but it didn't put a damper on my anger. “At first they were nightmares. I blamed you for me getting left behind and stuck with that bitch Andrea. But then I realized that you told me to stay behind because you wanted me to be safe and I stopped being mad at you. The nightmares turned to good dreams. I would be hunkered down in a house somewhere and you would find me or vice versa.” my voice was shaking holding back tears. “We would find each other, you would wrap those amazing arms of yours around me and give me the best kiss of my life.” a tear slid down my cheek as I watched him cross his arms over his chest and lean back against the wall.

“Then imagine my surprise when my wildest dream came true. You found me, hugged me and kissed me and...” I closed my eyes and smiled sadly at the memory of his arms around me and his lips on mine. “Damn it that felt heavenly.” I opened my eyes and let the smile fade as I glared at him again. “So stupid me, I think that means you actually missed me as much as I missed you, that you wanted me back. But then your brother comes in the picture and you no longer give a damn about me. I'm just some weak, uppity, booty call. And you leave.” my eyes glared at his hand to his mouth, chewing on his cuticles. “That hurt.” I glared at him with tears slipping down my cheeks. “I never thought you would hurt me. So don't expect me to jump into your arms at the first “I'm sorry.” because it ain't gonna happen.”

He just stared at me for a second as if he were trying to think of something to say before he nodded and walked out. A few minutes later I heard people talking down stairs, practically under my cell so I walked out on the catwalk to see what was going on. “I didn't see any snipers out there, but we'll keep Maggie on watch.” Rick said to everyone.

“I'll get up in the guard tower, take out half them walkers, give these guys a chance to fix the fence.” Daryl suggested.

“Or use some of the cars to put the bus in place.” Michonne suggested.

“We can't access the field without burning through out bullets.” Hershel added.

“So we're trapped in here. There's barely any food or ammo. Glenn added not helping one bit. Honestly his negativity was grating to everyone.

“We've been here before. We'll be all right.” Daryl tried.

“That's when it was just us. Before there was a snake in the nest.” Glenn directed at Daryl.

“Man, we gonna go through this again?” Daryl asked, getting in Glenn's face. ?Look, Merle's staying here. He's with us now. Get used to it.” he looked up at me then at the rest of the group. “All y'all.”

“Seriously, Rick, I don't think Merle-” Glenn started, but I interrupted him.

“Just stop it Glenn.” I spoke up from the cat walk as Daryl came up the stairs. “No one likes him being here, but as much as I hate to admit it, we need him. He knows The Governors tactics and he has military training. So just get off your high horse and deal with it.”

Glenn looked from me to Rick. “I can't kick him out.” Rick said with a shake of his head.

Rick's words seemed to piss Glenn off even worse than mine did. “I wouldn't ask you to live with Shane after he tried to kill you.” Glenn's words pulled a look out of Rick and I tilted my head at Glenn's words. Shane tried to kill Rick?

“He may be erratic, but don't underestimate his loyalty to his brother.” Hershel defended.

“What if we solve two problems at once?” Glenn asked. “Deliver Merle to the Governor. Bargaining chip. Give him his traitor, maybe declare a truce.”

“No.” I said as I walked down the stairs to be a better part of the conversation. “We're sacrificing people now?” I asked with a twisted faced look at Glenn. “Delivering him to The Governor will be no different than leaving him on that roof to die. We couldn't do that back then and we can't do this now.”

“Who put you in charge?” Glenn asked.

I leaned back and raised my brows. “I could ask you the same question mister high and mighty.”

“Guys, cut it out.” Hershel cut off our building argument. “Look, Glenn, Joanna's right. That's not who we are.”

“We're not gonna figure this out now. Let's take a break.” Rick suggested and Glenn and Hershel walked off. Rick jerked his head for me to follow him to his cell so I did. “What all happened out there over the winter? I know you said Michonne found you two while you were running from the farm, but I don't know much more than that.” he asked as he sat down on his bed.

I sat down in the chair in the room with a sigh. “Not a whole lot up until Woodbury. I answered vaguely. Just a lot of running, scavenging and hunkering down for as long as we could. Michonne and I are pretty good friends, we don't communicate a lot, but we work well together. She and Andrea got closer though.” I said with a shrug.

“What about you and Andrea?” he asked looking curious.

“Oh we still hate each other as much as we always did, if not more now.” I said with a small laugh before it faded. “Bitches can't befriend bitches I guess.”

“You're not a bitch.” he said with a shake of his head.

“Really? Because I feel like one after the things I just said to Daryl.” I said looking up from the floor to his blue eyes. I had forgotten how blue they were and the fact that I was apparently a sucker for them. His and Daryl's... the same color yet so different. “But that doesn't matter. What about you and the rest of the group? There's some things I've been wondering since I got here.”

“Like what?” he asked and I sat up straighter.

“Like I hear Shane tried to kill you?” I asked and he nodded with a sigh.

“The night the walkers came through and we all got separated, he killed Randall to lure me into the woods and kill me.” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I killed him first.” he said before his dropped his hand and looked at me. I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything. “He wanted Lori, thought killing me was the only way to get her and Carl.”

“I'm sorry you had to do that.” I said and he waved me off. “So... I have to ask based off the way Beth spoke to me, did you and Lori ever work things out?”

He shook his head no. “What did Beth say to you?”

“She blames me for Lori's death.” he just tilted his head in confusion. “I guess she thinks that if I had never...been, with you that you and Lori would have been happier. I guess in her mind if you two were happier then you would have been there to save her or something.”

Rick sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Those aren't only her thoughts...” when he lifted his head to look at me I tilted my head to the side in a questioning manner. “She's just copying what I've heard Carl say.”

“Wait, Carl's mad at me too?” I asked getting tired of being everyone's whipping post.

“Yeah.” Rick sighed and dropped his hand from his face. “He didn't put two and two together until recently...after Lori...”

“I don't know how to handle this... Should we talk to him, try to explain things?” I asked as I shook my head in confusion.

“No, I'll talk to him and Beth. You don't deserve all that hate.” he said as he stood up.

“No, I think it's totally justified.” I sighed as I stood up as well. “I'm a home wrecker.”

“You know that's not true. Lori and I had our problems long before you even came along.” he said taking a step closer to grab my hand.

“I know, but...” I said giving his hand a small squeeze. When I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye I looked out of the cell to see Daryl walk by and glance in our direction. His stopped when he saw Rick's hand in mine and shook his head. I could hear a scoff as he walked off.

I dropped Ricks hand and scratched the back of my head. “What else have you been wondering about since you got back?”

“Daryl and Carol.” I said crossing my arms over my chest

“What about them?” he asked.

“She seemed really upset to hear that he didn't come back and then she blamed me for him leaving like I pushed him into it or something.” I said and he just looked at me. “Are they...together?” I cautiously asked.

“Honestly, I don't know. It's hard to tell with him.” Rick answered with a shoulder shrug. “You'll have to ask one of them.” I sighed and placed my head in my hands. He placed his hand on my back. “Hey,” I looked up at him and he gave me a small smile, “If I hadn't said it yet I'm glad you're alive.”

I gave him a small smile in return and he engulfed in a hug. “I'm glad you're alive too.” I said with a small laugh then pulled out of the hug. His hands lingered on my neck and mine on his sides. In a split second every tender intimate moment we'd ever had flooded my mind. Then came the bad memories and all the arguments. That made me remember why I chose Daryl, why I love Daryl more than anything or anyone. So I let him go and gave him a sad smile. “Thanks for filling me in. I'm gonna go to my cell and try to process things.” he let me go without a word.

Daryl's cell was on the way to mine and Carol's voice made me stop just outside of it. “This is a tomb.” I heard Daryl say as I made sure I couldn't be seen by them.

“That's what T-dog called it. I thought he was right till you found me.” Carol said and it got quiet for a few seconds. “He's your brother, but he's not good for you. Don't let him bring you down. After all, look how far you've come.” she said making him laugh. God how I'd missed that sound. It got quiet and I was about to go to my cell when Carol's words stopped me. “I've never thought Joanna was good for you either. She's too weak, those panic attacks of hers...they'll only slow you down and make you weak.” I felt my teeth grind together as I bit down, forcing back more tears and made myself walk by as if I hadn't heard a thing.

About an hour later I heard some one approach my cell and I thought it would be Daryl or Rick, but instead, it was Merle. “What do you want?” I asked sitting up to pull my knees to my chest.

“Just thought that if we're gonna be under the same roof, we should clear the air.” he stated and I just stared at him. “The whole hunting you two down thing... that was just business. Carrying out orders.”

“Sure, whatever, just don't hurt my people.” I said and he just smirked at me. “What?”

“Good taste.” he answered making me immediately think of what he said back at Woodbury. How his brother had good taste. He just smirked again as he walked away.

I was still in my cell when I heard Rick yell for Daryl, Merle and some others to join him outside because Andrea had been spotted. So I ran out behind Michonne and watched as Rick let her in a treated her like the traitor she was. He pushed her to her knees and took her things before she confirmed that she was alone and she was eventually let into the prison, but just the holding room. Andrea greeted Carol first. “Hershel, oh my god.” she sighed, spotting the old man's lack of a limb. “I can't believe this.” she said as she looked around the room and let go of Carol. “Where's Shane?” he asked still looking around the room before she looked at Rick.

“Why should you care? You're sleeping with The Governor now right?” I asked earning a glare from her before she looked at Rick who simply shook his head and looked away from her.

“And Lori?” she asked and Rick just gave her a hard look.

“She had a girl. Lori didn't survive.” Hershel spoke up.

“Neither did T-Dog.” Maggie added and I made a mental note to find out exactly how he died.

“I'm so sorry.” she said before her eyes landed on Carl. “Carl...” the boy just glared at her sympathy. Then she turned to Rick. “Rick I-” she started to walk over to Rick but he backed away from her. So she looked around the room at other people. “You all live here?”

“Here and the cell block.” Glenn answered.

“There?” she asked pointing to the door to the cell block. “Well, can I go in?” she asked.

Rick stepped in her way. “I won't allow that.”

“I'm not the enemy here, Rick.” Andrea defended.

“No you're just sleeping with the enemy.” I said and this time she didn't even look at me.

“We had that field and courtyard until your boyfriend tore down the fence with a truck and shot us up.” Rick said still standing in her way.

“He said you fired first.” Andrea defended.

I wanted to point out that he was a liar, but I knew I wasn't the person to point that out. She wouldn't listen to me. She never did. “Well, he's lying.” Rick answered and she just stared at him.

“He killed an inmate who survived in here.” Hershel spoke up.

“We liked him. He was one of us.” Daryl said making her attention turn to him.

“I didn't know anything about that.” Andrea said with a head shake. “As soon as I found out I came. I didn't even know you were in Woodbury until after the shoot-out.” she said looking around at everyone.

“That was days ago.” Glenn said and now I agreed with his angry tone.

“I told you I came as soon as I could.” Andrea defended herself and looked around at everyone just to be met with glares and looks of mistrust. She turned to me “What have you told them?” she asked angrily.

“I didn't have to tell them anything.” I said from where I sat at the metal picnic table.

“You poisoned them with lies about me.” she yelled.

“She hasn't bad mouthed ya.” Daryl of all people defended me from where he sat at the table across the room from me.

“I don't get it. I left Atlanta with you people and now I'm the odd man out?” she asked getting mad at everyone.

“He almost killed Michonne and he would have killed us.” Glenn started.

“With his finger on the trigger.” Andrea yelled with a point at Merle. “Isn't he the one who kidnapped you? Who beat you?” she asked then sighed and placed her head in her hands for a second. “I cannot excuse or explain what Philip has done. But I am trying to bring us together. We have to work this out.”

“There's nothing to work out.” Rick said cutting her off. “We're gonna kill him. I don't know how or when, but we will.”

“We can settle this.” she said taking a step closer to Rick.

“God, Andrea!” I yelled at her. “When are you going to open those ignorant eyes of yours and realize that there is no settling this. He will not stop until we are dead, that is just the kid of man he is. Merle kidnapped us, but it was under the orders of your boy toy. He is sick and twisted.” I said walking over to get in her face.

“There is room at Woodbury for you.” she said not giving up on the idea of peace.

“You're blind as a freaking bat.” I scoffed and walked back to the table.

“There's room for all of you.” she said looking around at everyone now.

Merle laughed at her. “You know better than that.”

“What makes you think this man wants to negotiate?” Hershel asked. “Did he say that?”

“No.” Andrea answered.

“Then why did you come here?” Rick asked.

“Because he's gearing up for war. The people are terrified. They see you as killers. They're training to attack.” Andrea warned.

“I'll tell you what. Next time you see Philip, you tell him I'm gonna take his other eye.” Daryl warned back.

“We've taken too much shit for too long.” Glenn spoke up. “He wants a war? He's got one.”

Andrea turned to Rick. “Rick? If you don't sit down and try to work this out, I don't know what's gonna happen. He has a whole town.” she heaved out a breath as she turned toward us. “Look at you. You've lost so much already. You can't stand alone anymore.”

“You want to make this right, get us inside.” Rick said walking around her to be in her line of sight.

“No.” Andrea said shaking her head rapidly.

“Then we got nothing to talk about.” Rick walked around her.

“There are innocent people.” she yelled after him trying to get him to stop.

With Rick gone Michonne and Andrea went outside to talk. So with her out of the way I went back to my cell.

I don't know when she left, I didn't go see her off like everyone else did. I didn't even leave my cell until I heard everyone getting together down stairs and the smell of warm food hit my nose. It turned out to just be rice, cooked with a chicken bullion cube for flavor. It wasn't much, but I sat on the floor next to Michonne to eat it. Not long after I finished my bowl Beth started singing. After listening to the song enough to recognize a pattern and pick up the chorus I started to sing along. “You gotta hold on, hold on. You gotta hold on. Take my hand I'm standin' right here. You gotta hold on.” I sang back up catching a few people's attention, but I didn't look at them. Beth glared at me, but I ignored her too. She wasn't going to put a damper on my fun.

When the song was over most people turned in for the night. So I followed suit. As I passed Daryl's cell he spoke up, stopping me. “So it's you and Rick again, huh?”

I stopped and leaned my back against the frame of his door. "Maybe." I replied with a shoulder shrug.

"I ain't interested in none of your games." He practically growled as he sat up on the side of his bunk.

"Are you and Carol together?" I finally asked and he looked at me like I was crazy. "She was more broken up about you leaving the group than everyone else and people around here seem to put your names together a lot. On top of that you two were close at the farm, so what am I supposed to expect when I find you." I explained deciding to leave out the fact that I heard her badmouthing me and Daryl didn't defend me. He just stared at me, biting his nails. “Was I supposed to expect you to just wait around for me to show up out of the blue? I mean as much as I missed you and longed to be with you I supposed you would move on at some point.”

"Did you move on?" He answered flatly.

“Oh, yeah, didn't you hear? Andrea, Michonne and I got real cozy on the road together.” I popped off and he rolled his eyes at me with a scoff. “No, I didn't.” I answered truthfully. “Have you?”

“Na. She's just a friend.” he answered quietly.

“Good.” I told him with a nod and pushed off of the door frame to walk away.

“You gonna give me a straight answer 'bout you and Rick?” he asked stopping me and I turned to see that he had stood up.

“He's just a friend.” I answered with a sigh. “Now if you don't mind I'd like to get some sleep.” I started once again to walk off but he grabbed my hand pulling me to a stop.

“Sleep here.” he suggested, not dropping my hand.

“Why, so I can be your booty call?” I asked sarcastically.

He bit his lip and shook his head. “Cause I love ya, Woman.”

“W-what?” I asked too shocked for his words to fully sink in.

“Come on, I ain't good at this shit, don't make me say it again.” he practically begged.

What he had done and what he had called me...it was all washed away by those three little words. Three little words that when said separately or with other words between them meant nothing. But when one sentence was composed of just these words they seemed to heal the worst of wounds and mend broken hearts. So what did I do when they finally sank in?

Laughter burst from my lips and I fell back to lean against the door frame again. When I managed to stop laughing I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. “Even in my best dreams you never said that.” I whispered then looked at him to see him looking at me like if I rejected him he would crack. “I love you too.”

A smile spread across his lips as he closed the space between us grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into him. The kiss was hard and passionate. A moan escaped my lips when his tongue found mine starting a battle with no winner. His hand moved from the back of my head to grip my sides and lift me up and pin me to that wall. My legs wrapped around his waist and my fingers embedded themselves into his soft hair.

Thirty minutes later we lay on his bed sweaty and breathless, but still tangled together like an unkempt line of string. “How do you do that?” I asked, not looking at him, but comparing the size of our hands instead.

“Do what?” he asked quietly.

“Make me lose my mind but stay perfectly grounded at the same time.” I said and he scoffed at me.

“Ya ain't makin' since.” he grumbled sleepily.

“Yeah, I guess my minds still a little lost.” I chuckled as I dropped his hand and rolled over to look at him. “It has to be, because I feel crazy for giving you a second chance.” I explained, resting my hand on his taunt chest. “I felt something for you before, I wasn't sure what it was, if it was love or lust or if it was just simply trust, and companionship. So when you told me I was nothing to you and chose to leave me, it hurt but I lived. Barely, but I did. And now, after tonight, after we said what we said? You have my heart, you're capable of destroying me.”

“Ain't gonna do that.” he promised, low and gruff as he placed his hand on my cheek and ran his thumb over my cheekbone. “Can't make the same mistake twice.” from my face his hand slid down to my neck where he touched the mark his brother had left on me. “Let's get some sleep, missed havin' ya by my side.”

I smiled to myself as I tuned my back to him and he tossed his arm over my side. “Goodnight, Daryl.”

“Night, Ballerina.”

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dontdietwd · 4 years ago

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Day 65, part 1

Daryl was snoring. Not too loud, I could probably go back to sleep if I tried, but the contrast with the deep silence of the shared room and the corridor woke me up with a start. For a second I couldn’t picture where I was, the shriek cry of a baby that had been only in my dreams fading to nothing as I looked around trying to understand the singing crickets and cicadas’ absence. On the couch by the cot, now not reeking any sort of smell, Daryl didn’t even more a muscle, his low, constant snoring lulling my heart back to a normal beat.

A clock on the wall above the door showed it was early morning. At camp, the group would be up and about by now, woken up by the growing heat inside the tents. The silence showed it was not the case this morning. I thought it was good; these people deserved a lie in to get some rest.

I got up, though, and padded silently to the tiny adjoining toilet, where I found a small pack with disposable toothbrush and paste. Making a mental note to put it in my bag later if we ever had to leave this place, because the toothpaste I had brought from home was being scrapped out of the package already, I brushed my teeth, drank water from the faucet and washed my face before tying back my headful of dreads. Daryl was still snoring when I quietly left the room.

Jenner was in the cafeteria, the same we all had had dinner the previous night, behind the counters filling a mug of fresh coffee.

“Good morning,” he told me with a small, forced smile. “I think I probably shouldn’t offer you coffee.”

“Oh,” I said as I stood on the other side of the counter. “’Cause pregnant women shouldn’t drink coffee?”

“Well, yeah, people say. I wouldn’t know, I’ve always focused on other areas of medicine.”

“Right. Yeah, it’s – so you got the result then.”

“Yep,” he popped after a sip of coffee.

“Right. Yeah…” Ilooked down with both hands on the counter.

“Mazel Tov,” he said saluting with his mug and I looked at him again, snorting a laugh.

“Yeah, thanks. Fuck…”

Jenner went silent, staring at me with his brows creased. I didn’t know him at all, but it seemed to me that he was worried and thoughtful, maybe.

“Hey, I’m the girl in trouble here having to give birth and raise a child during the end of the world. Why’d ya look like that?”

“Well... it’s, uh… That’s it, isn’t it? A child, the dead…”

“Yeah, I’m a bit more positive now that we’ve found shelter,” I crossed my arms and stared up at him. “Right? We didn’t talk about this, I know, but I was wondering how this works. I got a big group, an elder man, a child, these women who are just now learning how to defend themselves… And now I got a bun in the oven confirmed, so I’d be kinda worried if we got to go back out there. This place might’ve saved our lives,” I paused and looked at Jenner for a moment. He had rested his mug down, still staring at me. “If we don’t stay, well... Gotta be prepared for this, anyway, you know, women’ve had babies for hundreds of thousands of years in nature, living in caves, defending helpless kids from animals and whatever…”

I then took a deep breath, suddenly nervous about the prospect, contrary to my words. Having it confirmed and my otherwise flat stomach showing turned everything even more real, scarier, and the timing of the unfortunate accident this pregnancy was just stunned me.

“I must say,” Jenner started after a few seconds of silence. “I’m impressed by your positivity. Really,” he looked down, nodding to himself, lips tight.

“Okay, what is it, Doc?” I lost it, but tried not to be rude. “I ain’t blind, alright? You ain’t just worried about some random pregnant person who you met. What is it? What you worried about? You ain’t gonna let us stay here, is that it?”

He looked up quickly holding out a hand to me, “Hey, it’s – it’s nothing, ok? Just –” he started walking backwards, away from me. “Don’t worry about it now. I just – I have work to do. Excuse me.”

I tried to say something but he was gone before I could think of how to persuade him to tell me that the hell was happening in his mind. Something was seriously wrong and, with an icy feeling on my stomach – maybe the child had felt it too – I was certain this shelter was not what we had dreamed of. Entering it had been a miracle, and there were no more miracles these days.

And holy fuck, I really was fucking pregnant!

“Hey, you alright over there?”

Startling out of my reverie, I saw T-Dog having just arrived, standing by the counter. I smiled, giving some poor excuse and greeting him with a smile, not mentioning any worries. Together, T-Dog and I started fumbling in the cafeteria cabinets as to find something to make the group breakfast. The man was by the stove doing his best to prepare powdered eggs and I was mixing some artificial juice when the others began to flow into the space, most of them quietly. Glenn looked the worst, eventual groans demonstrating just how bad he felt. Dale, Andrea, Lori and Carl were also sitting with bowls of old but still good cereal.

“Dude, did you puke yet?” I asked Glenn as I stood behind him, a hand on his shoulder. He groans louder and hangs his head. Carl, a mouthful of cereal, laughs at him. “If ya haven’t you should, trust me, you’ll feel better.”

Rick joined us just as T was serving scrambled eggs that surprisingly seem to be good and Lori was handing Glenn some aspirins. As they all started to eat, I leaned against the counter, sipping on my glass of juice. I was quiet with a smile so it would seem like I was following the conversations and quiet teasing going on by the table, but my mind is only half there.

I knew I was pregnant, I was sure ‘bout it, why was I feeling this now? I needed to tell them. They had to know, life was about to get shittier for everyone with a knocked-up woman and then a screaming baby. Where was Daryl, still sleeping? The eggs kinda smelled good, I wished there was bacon. Damnit, bacon.

Interrupting my thoughts, Shane passed in front of me like a storm, walking fast and hunched, quickly dismissing the good morning wishes. At the table Lori flinched, looking down at her eggs, and seemed to shrink unbeknownst to anybody other than me, the only quiet and observing one.

“Fell as bad as I do?” Rick, at the head of the table, asked his friend.

“Worse,” is all he said before turning around and heading to the table.

“What the hell happened to you?” T-Dog asked as he met Shane on his way. “Your neck?”

Shane sits nearly across from the Lori, who purposefully busied herself with her food. “Must’ve done it in my sleep.”

“Never seen you do that before,” Rick questioned as I was slowly abandoning my position at the counter and stepping around the table to stand close to Lori without having planned to do so.

Standing there I could see what T-Dog had asked about. Shane had scratch marks on his neck, as perfect as nails. The rest of the table was silent and I was glad I wasn’t the center of attention. Blood had risen to my face and my throat was tight. I was sure Lori had made the marks, simply by her reaction to Shane’s arrival. She’d had to defend herself from him, and that certainty burned on my chest like a physical blow. I remembered Ed slapping Carol – where are Carol and Sophia? Gotta go find them, see if they’re okay – and the desire to do to Shane the same I did to Ed was almost stronger than me.

“Me neither,” Shane answered and stared directly at Lori. “Not like me at all.”

I then took a step closer to Lori’s back, staring at Shane, whose eyes slid up from Lori straight to me. I stopped there and held his eyes hard, my own narrowed and head turning slightly to the left, daring him to say or do anything else or, I don’t know, breathe.

Jenner returned to the cafeteria just then, finishing the subject. I held Shane under my gaze for seconds longer, though. I wanted him to know that, if no one else did, I had noticed and that I’d keep an eye on him. His look going even harder than before told me he got the message.

***

Seeing the image of the brain dying, and then returning to life, though only in few parts, was not exactly news to anybody. It was impressive to see the transformation occurring on the inside, though. Extraordinary brain or not, it was how happened to everybody. It had happened to Amy, it had happened to Jim by now. But we had seen it in real life, we had shot freshly transformed people in the brain to put them to rest. Andrea had done it to her own sister. The mood in the room was now densely gloomy, verging hopelessness. Though he explained the procedure in detail, Dr. Jenner never mentioned a cause.

“You have no idea what it is, do you?” Andrea voices what was everybody’s impression.

“It could be microbial…” he started, vaguely, his answer to the question very clear. “Viral, parasitic, fungal.”

“Ain’t there nobody who’d know that?” I asked from where I was perched on a desk by Daryl. “Other centers, wherever, nobody could take the – the thing and analyze it to know what it is?”

“And how to stop it – kill it, more importantly?” Rick completed my question standing closer to Jenner

“There are others, right?” Carol also added her question. “Other facilities?”

“There may be some. People like me. There’s no way to be sure, though. Everything went down, communications, directives, all of it. I've been in the dark for almost a month.”

“So, it's not just here,” Andrea’s chin trembled as she spoke. “There's nothing left anywhere? Nothing? That's what you're really saying, right?”

The doctor didn’t answer. Instead, he lowered his head as he nodded, and for long seconds nobody spoke a word.

“Well, fuck,” I whispered making the others come out of their shock. Daryl stood up pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes, mumbling to himself that he intended to get drunk again.

Behind the group, among the next row of desks and computers, Dale’s voice came changing the subject and alerting the others for something that hadn’t been noticed yet. “Dr. Jenner, I know this has been taxing for you and I hate to ask one more question, but... That clock,” he pointed to a wall further away and the whole group looked at its direction. A red digital clock had just marked one hour. “It's counting down. What happens at zero?”

Once again, like it was beginning to be customary for the doctor, he took seconds to answer, looked around as if in doubt of how to phrase something. “The basement generators... they run out of fuel.”

“And then?” Rick asked him, his voice grave, but it had no effect on Jenner. He just lowered his head again and started walking away, completely ignoring the question. Rick looked up at nothing, as if talking to God, “Vi, what happens when the power runs out?”

“When the power runs out,” the robotic voice started. “Facility-wide decontamination will occur.”

* * *

When Daryl entered the room we had shared the previous night, I was already shoving whatever personal belongings I had back inside my backpack.

“Hey, what ya doing?” he asked as he leaned against the doorframe, a bottle of whiskey in hand.

“Just making sure, leaving the bags ready to take and go,” and I entered the touled, collecting the toothpaste. “I don’t like this no-generator-power-fuel thing. The way the guy didn’t even answer what’ll happen – I don’t know. I told the others to have their packs ready too.

“’Kay, I’ll just –”

“Yours’ done already,” I cut him and pointed to his bag on the floor. “Didn’t have much out.”

“What you figure is gonna happen?”

“No fuckin’ clue,” I zipped the bag forcefully and rested my hands on my hips. “But just think ‘bout it, we’re underground, not a single window, if there’s no power at all how’re we gonna have air? You know?” I pointed up and Daryl looked at the vent on the ceiling.

“No lights, no fridge for the food, no air circulating…” he completed my though.

“Nope, don’t seem to me like a place we can be for long. ‘S why I told the others to get ready, Jenner’s gonna have to explain what the fuck we’re gonna do if when the guys come back they say there really ain’t no more fuel.”

Just as the last words filled the tense air of the room, the light went off, leaving only a faint emergency glow coming from the corridor, and the silent place became even more silent as the air from the vents stopped flowing. Everybody was out in the corridor at once, asking questions at Jenner, who had just appeared and was walking resolutely along the hallway. In seconds, the whole group was back in the control room, Rick, Shane, Glenn and T-Dog back from the lower levels informing there really wasn’t any more fuel in the barrels. With his already infamous half-words, Jenner explained shallowly that the system of the building made the decisions, not him, and that air and light were not as important as keeping the computers running until the very last second.

“Alright, that’s it!” I raised my voice above all the others. “Back to the rooms now, everybody, grab your things and we’ll get the fuck outta here!”

For one or two seconds, everybody was following my orders, running towards the door, but everyone froze in place again at the loud, deafening alarm sound and blaring red light that took hold of our senses.

“30 minutes to decontamination,” the robotic, cold voice informed.

“Everybody, you heard Sam!” Rick shouted at the top of his lungs, “Let’s get out of here, now!”

A metal door rose from within the ground just as he spoke, closing the only way out of the room. It had looked like there wasn’t any door there at all, but now it seemed like it was a solid, metal wall. Fear on the verge of despair washed the group like an ice-cold waterfall, screaming and cries and Daryl trying to attack the doctor, who now was calmly sitting down on his fancy chair.

“Jenner, open that door now,” Rick tried, sweat rolling down his face.

“There's no point. Everything topside is locked down. The emergency exits are sealed.”

“Well, open the damn things!” Daryl yelled from where he was being held away by Shane.

“That's not something I control. The computers do,” Jenner spoke firmly, but still carrying and annoying calm on his words. “I told you once that front door closed, it wouldn't open again. You heard me say that.”

“We heard you say they’d stay closed, not that we’d be locked in even if we wanted out!” I yelled, despising how my voice trembled. “You were not very clear ‘bout that, doc!”

“It's better this way.”

“What is better?” Rick asked. “What happens in 28 minutes?”

He didn’t answer, once again, turning away and trying to type something on his computer. There was yelling once again, the men around Jenner trying to get him to talk clearly for once. He finally did, getting up from his chair and screaming and spitting that the whole place had been designed to protect the public from horrible deceases, to keep viruses, bacteria and parasite inside and to just destroy everything in case any of it could ever get out. Calming himself down like what he was about to say was the most calming and reassuring thing, he explained how the system did that.

“It sets the air on fire,” he practically smiled. “No pain. An end to sorrow, grief... Regret. Everything.”

“You mean an end to your sorrow,” I shouldered though the men and got closer to Jenner. “You’re sitting there accepting your fate, the end to your grief, but making us stay when we want to go?”

“Open the damn door!”, Daryl yelled from the door, where he’d started kicking it. Shane approached the door with an axe he had found somewhere and they both attacked it, grunting and making sparks come out of the metal.

“You should've left well enough alone. It would've been so much easier,” Jenner said from his chair, watching us like he’d watch a movie. “You know what's out there... A short, brutal life and an agonizing death!”, he tried to convince us. Looking at Andrea, he proceeded. “Your sister, you know what this does. You've seen it,” and he looked back at Rick. “Is that really what you want for your wife and son?

“I don't want this!”

“There is no hope. There never was…”

“There's always hope!” Rick was nearly crying in anger. “Maybe it won't be you, maybe not here, but somebody somewhere –”

“What part of ‘everything is gone’ do you not understand?” Andrea cried from her spot on the floor.

“Listen to your friend. She gets it. This is what takes us down. This is our extinction event,” Jenner said with a final tone, like the end of a discussion.

“This isn't right,” Carol was openly crying with Sofia on her arms. “You can't just keep us here!”

“One tiny moment... a millisecond. No pain,” the doctor carried on.

“What the fuck are you trying to convince us about, doctor?” I spoke again. “You want us to sit and accept the air around us will blow up and we’ll die?”

“Wouldn't it be kinder, more compassionate to just hold your loved ones and wait for the clock to run down?”

“Wanna hear what’d be kinder? Cause I don’t think you know much ‘bout it,” I bent a little to look at him. “Compassionate would be to let us choose our fate for ourselves. Lock people in and tell them they’ll die ain’t compassionate, it ain’t kind!”

“You may not see it, but I know what I’m talking about. There is nothing else out there other than dead people walking and ready to eat your flesh! Nothing!”

“You’re a fuckin’ liar, you know that?” I angrily whispered, but loud enough for everyone around to hear. “You didn’t kill yourself like the others. You stayed and you were still trying, weren’t you? Why is that, huh?”

“I didn’t stay alive because I wanted to!” he stood up making me straighten my back. Jenner pointed at the screen where he’d shown the image of the transforming brain before. “I made a promise... To her. My wife.”

“Test subject 19 was your wife?” Lori asked him.

“She begged me to keep going as long as I could. How could I say no? She was dying. It should've been me on that table. I wouldn't have mattered to anybody. She was a loss to the world. Hell, she ran this place. I just worked here. In our field, she was an Einstein. Me? I'm just... Edwin Jenner. She could've done something about this. Not me.”

I snorted a bitter laugh. “Good. You kept your promise to her right to the end. And then you fucked it all up. Bravo!”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Jenner took a step towards me just as Daryl restarted banging his axe on the door.

“You promised, you stayed, you researched, you did all of that. And then right at the end, in the very last minutes of your fuckin’ miserable life, you go and turn yourself into a fuckin murderer. Poor 19… Poor woman who’ll have a murderer for a husband.”

“Murder? Is that what – That’s not what I’m trying to do here!” he screamed and looked around trying to defend himself. “I’m helping you! You all came to me begging for help, and I’ve given it to you! You’re all going to die out there, a suffering, painful death, I’m being compassionate here –”

“Bullshit!” I yelled at his face. “You’re killing us! You’re lockin’ us in and giving us no choice! This is murder, plain and simple. Our lives are not yours to decide. If we wanna go back out there and die fighting to our last breaths, so we should be able to! These children’s lives are their mothers’ to decide about!” I cried out pointing at the direction where Lori and Carol held their kids. Then I pointed to my own stomach. “This child! My child! This life here is mine and I will fight like hell to save it. If we’re gonna die, we’re gonna die fighting. You don’t make this decision for us!”

Nobody seemed to be breathing now. Daryl’s banging on the door had ceased. Jenner stared down at me, eyes on mine for long seconds. Then he shook his head and walked towards the other side of his desk again.

“I told you topside's locked down. I can't open those,” and with a simple card and password, the metal door loudly slid open.

“Come on!” Daryl shouted from the threshold.

“This is the right thing to do,” I pointed at him. “Goodbye, doc!”

“Come on, Sam, let’s go!” Daryl called again as everybody else ran towards the exit.

“We have less than four minutes!” Glenn informed as he reached it.

On my way, I grabbed Jackie, who’d been standing motionless on her spot, and dragged the woman with me. On the rise that led to the door, Jackie stopped.

“No, no, I'm staying. I'm staying, sweetie.”

“What?! No, Jackie!”

“No, it's okay, I know. For the first time in a long time I’m sure about something. I'm not ending up like Jim and Amy.”

“You’re not, Jackie, we’re fighting for –”

“There's no time to argue and no point, not if you want to get out!”

“But Jackie –”

“Just get out, please Sam, you have a baby there! Just please, go!”

“Sam!”, Daryl returned from the hallway where he’d already reached. “Come on, Sam,” he said urgently, though in a muffled voice. “We gotta go now, come on!”

With a last look at Jackie, who nodded and smiled at me, I turned around and let Daryl drag me away.

* * *

Carol had a grenade.

Yep. Carol had a fucking grenade.

When the doors upstairs didn’t bolt even at gun shots, she suddenly took a grenade off her pack and handed it to Rick. He placed it by where the glass had been slightly cracked and everybody fell to the floor waiting for the explosion, Daryl right on top of me covering my whole body with his. The whole world shook as the glass broke at the explosion, the group climbing through the hole and out of the condemned building. Walkers outside fell like leaves at our shots, just not as scary as they had been just hours before. With seconds to spare everybody was inside the cars, ready to get out of there even before the explosion. Daryl pushed shoved me in before him into the truck through the driver’s door and just as he closed it we saw Andrea and Dale leaving the building, climbing out and running away, though not fast enough.

“Dale!!” I all but climbed over Daryl to be able to scream through the window. “Andrea! Get cover! It’ll blow – get cover!!”

There was still a moment to see them run and dive behind the sandbags before I was shoved down to the floor of the truck, Daryl over me and the deafening explosion, the heat on our skins threatening to burn everything around, an earthquake destroying anything that was still standing. For minutes we stayed like that, shaking, fearing the cars would not be enough to protect us, until it all started to fade, sound slowly lowering, heat cooling down degree by degree, faint cries coming from the other cars slowly reaching my ears.

“It’s over,” Daryl whispered from somewhere above me. “You okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, you?”

He sat up on the driver’s seat, still bent down to look at me on the floor, curved into a ball. “Fine! Come on, get up,” he reached for my hand and pulled me up. “You fine. It’s okay.”

“Good, good, we’re fine… They’re all fine?”

“All cars whole, Dale and Andrea just entered the RV. Everybody’s fine.”

Being pulled up by Daryl, I didn’t stop moving until I was all but over him, clutching to his shirt and sobbing into his shoulder. I didn’t plan to do it, my body acting on its own volition. I didn’t pay attention to him starting the truck and it moving away from the burning building, my emotions completely out of my control. Daryl didn’t say a word; he held me against him with one arm as he awkwardly drove away following the other cars, only Shane’s jeep behind us.

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twdeadlysins · 6 years ago

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Bigfoot

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 4,224

Summary: Since the apocalypse began, shaving was a thing of the past for the reader. Who needed to shave when there were more pressing matters to attend to? Not her, so she never bothered until it seemed like everyone else was hair free and her feelings for the hunter came into play.

Warnings: Insecurity, not shaving? and possible typos.

Author’s Note: This is my first one-shot, oh boy! @twdeadfanfic had made a good point on who in the heck would shave in the apocalypse ‘cause I know I sure wouldn’t! I wanted to contribute my little own fic to the no shave club, so here it is! I got a little carried away and I have no idea how long a one-shot should be, but um... I have a feeling this won’t be the first time a one-shot of mine will be this long hehe.

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MASTERLIST

A place to call home seemed impossible after the farm, but then the prison became your safe haven until the Governor came along and took it away from you.

After that, you didn’t think you’d find another home or even your family when you were left all alone after the fall of the prison. You were trudging through the woods, feeling hopeless and lost without knowing whether or not you’d find them before you stumbled upon a set of railroad tracks. Seeing green for two days was driving you insane, so you chose to follow the tracks even if you were in plain sight. At that point, you didn’t care what would happen to you.

A sign had came into your view after about an hour of walking and there was a place called ‘Terminus’ that stated the place was safe, to keep following the tracks and you’d find it. The thought of your family going there crossed your mind and you had nothing else to lose, so you had decided to try your chances.

Oh boy, were you wrong. Once you arrived, they seemed like nice people … up until they asked, then demanded for your belongings and threw you in a cargo container by yourself. They’d throw in scraps every now and then, but you refused to eat anything they gave knowing they were only giving you it for their own purposes. If they wanted you dead, they would’ve done it already.

You were tiredly sitting up against the wall of the container in the dark fumbling with your fingers when you heard shots ring out. The noises made you perk up and race to the door of your prison and try to somehow pry it open, but you knew it was useless so you began banging until the gunfire suddenly stopped.

Nothing had happened for hours, maybe even a day, you wouldn’t know the difference when all you could see was the darkness. That was until shots were fired once again, but you chose to do nothing knowing no one was coming for you, knowing you’d die of starvation or maybe they’d just finally kill you.

The hopeless thought dissipated when the door opened, causing you to slowly stand and back up with the back of your hand shielding your eyes as the bright day flooded the container. Once your eyes had adjusted, Rick, Glenn and Daryl stood there before you, guns in hand making your tearful eyes widen in shock.

After you had reunited with your family and the new additions, you all had been invited to a community known as Alexandria after you terminated the remaining people of Terminus. It seemed surreal to you, a place where it felt the dead weren’t among you all … that was why you didn’t trust the place.

You wanted a place to call home so bad and Alexandria could be it, but you were unsure about it all. It could be so simple to just do so, but it wasn’t. The people here walked the streets and waved to each other like it was normal, like there weren’t monsters outside of the walls and it surprised you. What also surprised you was that Deanna was hosting a welcoming party for you and your family, so here you were, getting ready for something you thought you’d never have to do ever again.

“You want me to wear that?” you asked in disbelief, arms folded, gawking at a dress Maggie was holding. The tight fitting red fabric was off shoulder and looked like it would stop at your mid thigh.

“What’s wrong with this?” she frowned, glancing at the dress before peering back at you.

Maggie was already wearing her attire for the evening and she looked amazing. Her flowy blue dress came to her knees and she wore nude heels which stunned you, all you ever knew was tennis shoes. That was when you noticed her legs, they didn’t have hair on them … did she really shave?

When the dead occupied the world, shaving was long forgotten for you, it was all about surviving, not personal hygiene, you couldn’t even pinpoint the last time you were hairless. Showers were scarce, the only time you got to was when you were back at the prison, but now you could more at Alexandria. You’d definitely use them to your advantage, but shaving didn’t really gain your interest. There was no point in keeping up with it, especially when there was more important matters to intend to. Instead of spending more time in the shower because of shaving, you could already be out and dressed to go and hunt or tend to other things.

“It’s just- I’d rather go with pants,” you lied, not wanting to confess you didn’t want and wouldn't shave. You didn’t think Maggie would judge you, not that you’d care, but you didn’t want to risk it. She could never really keep up with the routine, so what if since she finally had the chance, she was one of those people who kept herself smooth. Maybe she just had to suck it up and deal with the hair.

Maggie eyed you, but nodded her head and rummaged through the options she had laid out across your bed. She held out a long sleeve off the shoulder black jumpsuit before chucking it at you, urging you to hurry and shower and get yourself together to head to the party. You playfully rolled your eyes and waved her off, striding over to the bathroom to wash up.

While you were washing your body, you contemplated on whether or not to shave your legs. It would be nice to be smooth for once and it’d just be a one time thing, but what was the point? It wouldn’t be for yourself, it’d be for other people and you weren’t about to shave just to please strangers or anyone for that matter. It was your body.

After you slipped on your strapless bra and panties that matched your jumpsuit, you climbed into your outfit, added a dark blue belt and threw your hair up in a high ponytail before strapping on your dark blue heels to match the belt. Once you were done getting ready, you stared at the mirror not believing the person in the reflection was actually you, that you could dress up and look formal for once. Before you headed out, you gave yourself a pep talk, you killed walkers for crying out loud … you could get through tonight.

The walk over to Deanna’s house was atrocious because you constantly had to catch yourself from tripping over your own feet in those god forsaken heels. Once you reached the front porch, you huffed and wanted to turn right back around, to forget about trying, but before you could, the door swung open and you were greeted by Spencer. He offered a smile and complimented on how good you looked to which you thanked with a tight lipped smile before he widened the door for you to enter.

All night you tried your best to conversate with everyone and let people get to know a little about you, but it was difficult. The Alexandrians questioned you about what it was like to be out there and when you asked about themselves to keep the conversation going, all they talked about was their domestic life. It had gotten so bad, you chugged a few drinks in a corner before being approached by Spencer. He was totally flirting with you and it wasn’t helping with how awkward and out of place you felt, so you excused yourself and made a beeline for the exit.

Glenn and Maggie were already outside, standing on the porch as you escaped the house. Glenn questioned if you were leaving to which you nodded at.

“Not really my cup of tea,” you blatantly shrugged before you gripped onto the railing for support as you stepped down the stairs.

“Yeah. We were just leaving, it’s getting pretty late for us,” Maggie smiled as she followed with Glenn by her side.

The three of you were casually walking in the street to go home when your favorite person was approaching you.

“Hey stranger,” you joked with a grin, but it left your face once you stumbled making Daryl hurriedly grab onto you.

“You okay there, Y/N?” Glenn chuckled.

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah,” you grumbled, feeling your cheeks warm up as you could still feel Daryl’s hands on your waist. Glenn knew the crush you harboured for the hunter, practically everyone did, except for Daryl himself. He was a smart man, it surprised you he was still clueless or maybe he did know and ignored it. Either way it seemed he didn’t have the same feelings you had for him, but it was okay. Even though it hurt to not have him in the way that you wanted, you’d rather have him as a friend than nothing at all.

Your friendship with Daryl didn’t develop until the farm even though you’d known him since the quarry, but your feelings for him surfaced when you were at the prison. It was when he left with his brother when you realized you liked the archer. His departure left you in tears, he was your best friend and he knew you better than anyone ever could, so it broke you in more ways than one. When he came back during the Governor’s attack, you were still hurt, but relieved. You kept going back and forth on whether or not to confess your feelings for him, but you thought it’d be too much for him to handle at the moment. The Governor was more important than your little crush and you convinced yourself into telling him after … but obviously that didn’t happen since you all were separated.

Daryl’s warmth left your body and brought you back to reality. His eyes widened at your form as they wandered over your figure once he got a better look at you, making you frantically look down for anything out of the ordinary before Glenn laughed even harder.

“Like what you see, Dixon?” Maggie teased, making you quirk a brow at her before peering at Daryl who shyly averted his gaze off of your form, his face getting redder by the second and yours was too. Did he really just check you out?

You harshly cleared your throat, eyeing the couple who had humongous grins plastered on their faces as they stared at the two of you because you knew Daryl was feeling extremely uncomfortable. He wasn’t very keen on all the attention on him or teasing, so you wanted Maggie and Glenn to control their thoughts.

They caught the memo and said goodnight before they walked off and you could still hear them giggling as they did so. You rolled your eyes and brought your eyes up to Daryl who had his hands stuffed in his front pockets as he was staring at the ground.

“Thanks, Daryl,” you spoke up, making the hunter’s face contort into confusion as he tore his gaze off the ground to your orbs. “For catching me before I landed on my face,” you reminded to which the corner of his mouth slightly twitched up as he nodded, his crystal blues going back to the asphalt.

That was when you finally realized how cleaned up he was. He was wearing a black collared shirt with his signature vest, black jeans that weren’t ripped up, and his hair wasn’t the usual unkempt style you knew all too well. He was heading somewhere before you ran into each other, so you questionably turned your head to see where exactly.

“Were you headed to Deanna’s party?” you inquired.

He shrugged his shoulders and yanked his hand out of his pocket to chew on his thumb before he looked at you with a few strands of hair in his vision. “I was … don’t think I can,” he said as he focused his attention on the house behind you.

“Well, maybe running into me happened for a reason, but do you still wanna try? Those types of things aren’t really my thing either, so I left … but I’ll go in there again. It’ll be bearable with you by my side,” you offered with a smile, lifting your hand for him to take.

Daryl looked at your hand and hesitantly took it like he was contemplating on going before interlacing your fingers together, summoning butterflies to fill your stomach. You glanced up at the archer and your smile grew once he made eye contact with you and mimicked your expression as you two walked the street. Once you two approached closer to the house, you were abruptly tugged back by Daryl who stopped walking, visibly not wanting to go in there.

“Hey, it’s okay if you’re having second thoughts, at least you tried,” you shrugged, rubbing your thumb against his hand, trying to give him some comfort and assure him that it was okay. It didn’t matter if he didn’t go, it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“Hey, Y/N!” you heard someone excitedly call from behind you. You whipped your head around to see Spencer smiling from his mother’s porch as he stepped outside with the door slightly ajar. “You coming back inside?”

“No thanks, I’m going back home with Daryl,” you smiled, squeezing the hunter’s hand as you hugged his arm with yours. It wasn’t like you disliked Spencer, you just weren’t interested in him like he was with you or how you were with Daryl.

Spencer looked between the two of you and his joyful state faltered as realization hit him, he gave a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes as he waved an okay, bidding the two of you a goodnight. Once he was inside, you sighed of relief and lifted your head off of Daryl’s arm to look up at him. Daryl continued to stare at the door with an emotion you couldn’t tell, but once you whispered his name and tugged on his arm for him to follow, his orbs softened when they landed on you.

“Come on. I meant it when I said I was going home with you,” you smirked, not knowing his reaction since you weren’t facing him. You didn’t want him to think you used him to get out of going back inside, you genuinely wanted to spend time with Daryl and you hoped he felt the same way.

Once you met the front of the house you were occupying with some of your other family members, you hurriedly stepped onto the stairs and tripped once again, slightly catching yourself as you cursed, but Daryl’s hold on your hand was the main reason why you didn’t tumble down the stairs.

“These stupid heels. I hate them,” you huffed, lifting your leg up over the other to unbuckle the heel as an amused Daryl supported you.

You threw the heel onto the porch and began to take off the other one while you eyed the archer as he tried to contain his laughter, but he was failing miserably. “I hate you,” you grumbled as you struggled even more with the buckle. His light chuckles got louder and his shoulders were shaking making his grip on your hand vanish. You almost lost your balance, frantically hopping to steady yourself, but seeing Daryl smile and happy made the situation better. It was a rare sight and knowing you did that made you feel on top of the world.

“Do you really think this is funny?” you joked with a hint of anger lacing your voice as you tore off the heel and chucked it at the archer who easily caught it, still laughing.

After the fits of laughter died down, somewhat, you went to your room and changed to a pair of shorts and a graphic tee before joining Daryl on the couch, propping your legs onto his, wiggling your toes and stretching your feet since they were sore. Daryl must’ve noticed because he started to massage your feet, making you close your eyes and let his hands to wanders.

“Never will I ever wear heels ever again, I had the ultimate struggle,” you groaned.

“I could tell, ya were trippin’ up the street to the party,” he said, the sly smirk on his face evident in his voice, making you lift your head up to shockedly eye him with embarrassment.

“You saw that?!” you sheepishly inquired with your hands over your face, peeking through your fingers to see him nod his head. “As if seeing me trip into you or up the stairs wasn’t enough.”

Daryl chuckled as he stopped soothing your aching feet to rest his palm on your kneecap and the other on your calf. “Don’t worry, I’ll only tease ya every once n’ a while.”

You playfully rolled your eyes and after a couple minutes of silence, you felt him rub your knee with his thumb. The action made you peek at the hunter to see him staring off in space, absentmindedly rubbing your skin. At first you didn’t mind it, but then you realized he wasn’t just feeling skin… he was feeling hair. The thought caused you to quickly retract your legs and stand up to head to the fireplace as a cover.

“Damn girl, ya that cold?” Daryl joked, but you ignored him, placing the chopped wood into the fireplace before igniting it. You didn’t care about what others thought about your unshaven form, but his contact on your skin, feeling your hair, made you insecure. Women were supposed to be groomed and you weren’t one of them. It felt stupid to think that you weren’t good enough for him because you chose not to shave, but you did and you couldn’t help it.

“Y/N, ya okay over there?” Daryl questioned causing you to zone back into reality, realizing you had been staring into the flames the entire time. You turned around before standing up and nodded, heading to sit back down beside the hunter, crossed legged to resume your staring contest with the fire. The feeling of Daryl’s gaze on you made you squirm on the inside, he wanted to know what was on your mind, but you didn’t want him to know how dumb it was. The battle in his head stopped since you saw in the corner of your eye that he tore his orbs off of you to join the game.

You must’ve fallen asleep last night when you were with Daryl because you had woken up in your bed underneath your cozy covers. The sun was beating down on you with a slight breeze as you trekked along the streets of Alexandria with a loose t-shirt and jeans with a pair of tennis shoes. You wanted to have a look around the town with a nice walk before whipping up something in the kitchen to eat since you were going to watch Judith later.

As you made your way back to the house, you spotted Daryl on the steps, casually smoking a cigarette. He noticed your presence once you approached closer, so you smiled and waved and in return he offered you a smoke. You accepted, joining him on the steps before placing the cig between your lips, drawing and releasing the contents. The silence between the two of you was comfortable and it felt nice to relax, to not worry and look over your shoulder all the time.

“Y’know ya can always talk ta me.”

You paused on taking another puff to look over at Daryl who was gazing at you softly and you could’ve sworn you saw a hint of hurt mixed in his features, the comfortable silence was just you then. “I know, Daryl,” you assured with a slight smile and that didn’t seem to ease his worries, so you grabbed his hand and placed it in your lap before interlocking your fingers.

“Then why don’t ya? Ya do a good job of hidin’ it, but I know ya. There’s somethin’ bothering ya, Y/N,” he gloomily said as you pulled the cigarette away from your lips and let the smoke escape. He didn’t know why you couldn’t just speak to him and that was the problem… you couldn’t because it was stupid and it was about him. “Is it the place? ‘Cause I’m not feelin’ it either, but-”

You roughly let go of his hand and stood up, tossing the half-used cigarette on to the sidewalk. “I have nothing to talk about and especially not to you,” you harshly retorted before stepping inside the house with the archer on your tail. You didn’t mean to lash out, but you were getting frustrated that he wouldn’t stop pressing. He cared, you knew that, but you just wished he’d drop it since you weren’t showing any interest in discussing it.

“What’s that supposed ta mean?” He sounded offended and you hated that you made him feel that way, that it seemed you wouldn’t go to him when there was something on your mind. You just wanted to push him away so you could ignore your feelings altogether, but at this point it was impossible.

You chose to continue your task and reach into the cabinets for a pot to warm up soup. Before you could reach in and grab the dishware, Daryl slammed the door shut with a grunt. “Nah, yer gonna talk ta me whether ya want ta or not.”

“Daryl, please, I don’t want to argue,” you pleaded in a sigh, reaching for the cabinet’s handle once more, but he grabbed your hand to prevent you in doing so. “Let go!” you raised your voice, trying to yank your wrist free, but his hold was too strong.

“Not until ya tell me what’s botherin’ ya! S’like someone’s flickin’ a switch in ya brain! One minute yer wantin’ ta spend time with me, then the next ya don’t want me around!”

“It’s because I love you dammit!” you shouted in frustration, boring your orbs into his. His grasp loosened and you took the opportunity to bring your wrist back to your side, averting your gaze to the stove. You couldn’t believe you just confessed your feeling to him, you were embarrassed and not ready to handle rejection, not ready to lose him. “What?” he mumbled in disbelief, trying to comprehend your confession.

You sadly sighed, squeezing your eyes shut with your arms folded against your torso. “I love you and I’m not good enough for you, so there. I’m conflicted when I’m around you because I care about you, but at the same time you’re better off without me.” Your voice cracked towards the end, the feeling of not being good enough for him coursing through your mind, making you tear up.

“Yer good enough, Y/N,” he softly spoke, making you jolt your head up to look in his eyes and within them was sadness, a loving sadness. You shook your head and roughly wiped a tear that streaked down your cheek with the back of your hand. “No, I’m not. Daryl, I don’t even shave like a woman should! I don’t care what other people think about it because it’s my body, my choice, but they aren’t you!” you retaliated, ashamed of such a stupid insecurity.

“S’that why ya also started wearin’ jeans instead of shorts? Because of ya legs not bein’ shaved and thinkin’ I’d care? Y/N, I don’ care about that, I never have. Don’ matter ta me and it shouldn’ matter ta ya.” Daryl slowly lifted your chin towards his gaze with his index finger and thumb, you didn’t notice how close he had gotten, barely an inch away from having your bodies pushed together.

“Really?” you questioned in bewilderment. You never really cared about the issue before Alexandria because you didn’t have razors, so it was out of your control. Once you settled here though, you had thought he would expect you to shave, but you were wrong.

He smiled and nodded, sending your stomach to do flips. “Yer perfect just the way ya are.” You noticed how his irises flickered to your lips and back to your eyes nervously, so you closed the gap and brought your lips to his with your new found confidence. The both of you moved in sync, molding perfectly together and it took your breath away. One of his hands were around your waist while the other was behind your neck, deepening the kiss as your tongues danced together. The desperate need for air made you break away and rest your forehead against his while your hands caressed his cheeks.

“I love ya,” Daryl whispered out of breath causing you to chuckle breathlessly. The Daryl Dixon said it, he loved you back.

“Even if I’m hairier than Bigfoot?”

It was his turn to laugh. “Even if yer hairier than Bigfoot.”

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twdeadfanfic · 6 years ago

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It’s a dog’s life Pt.1

*Summary: The reader is new and alone at the quarry’s camp, the only one she has is her dog, who seems to be best friends with Daryl Dixon, a not so friendly man, but that friendship will bring the reader closer to Daryl, finding that there’s more to Daryl than what you can see at first glance…besides, he’s pretty hot at first glance, isn’t him?

*Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

*Tags/Warnings: Slow burn, violence and language twd style, both reader and Daryl’s pov. Follows the events of season 1 and 2.

Chapters: 1/14

Link to my masterlist with my other works can be found on the description of this blog. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but tumblr doesn’t show posts with links in the tags.

My new series! I loved writing it, the reader is a bit diferent from what I wrote in my previous two series and I had so much fun, I had a great time writing this and I hope you’ll enjoy it too. Let me know your thoughts!

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You yawned as you looked around at the camp, people going about with their morning activities. Carol was collecting clothes to do some laundry, Andrea and Amy were getting ready to go fishing, Dale was scouting the horizon on top of his RV, Shane and Glenn were talking as they looked at a map of what you guessed was Atlanta…

You, though, had just woken up. You should be getting ready and rush to help Carol or do anything that needed to be done, but your growling stomach reminded you to better have breakfast first, you barely had dinner yesterday. You were in need of a run for more supplies, that was probably the reason why Shane and Glenn were studying the map.

You took an almost empty can of peaches and sat down at the outside of your tent, busying yourself with your not so healthy breakfast. Your dog, Cole, began munching on the leftovers of his dinner, some squirrel’s innards.

When you heard footsteps approaching, you didn’t need to look up to see who was coming, the way in which your dog sat up like a flash, tail waggling like crazy, told you enough. Besides the kids, there was only one person he was so excited about seeing.

Daryl Dixon.

Cole had always been a friendly dog so it was no surprise he got along with almost everyone in the camp, but you still couldn’t make sense of his unrestrained love for Daryl. He wasn’t the friendliest one to be around, after all, but Cole adored him.

What surprised you even more was how Daryl seemed to reciprocate the feelings. You wouldn’t say he adored your dog, but he was always asking you to lend him Cole whenever he went to the woods, sneaking him food and snuggling him when he thought none was looking. Considering how Daryl was with the humans that lived in the camp, it was quite surprising.

With a bark, Cole launched himself at Daryl, his mouth open with his tongue out, almost looking like he was smiling.

“Hey, dog.” There it was, you wouldn’t catch Daryl smiling at anyone in the camp, yet he was grinning as he scratched Cole behind the ears.

Honestly, it was kind of cute, and more often than not you found yourself smiling at the sight of them. You had been confused at first and it had taken you a little bit to actually develop a friendship with Daryl. Although you weren’t sure if Daryl saw you as a friend or just a woman with a dog he liked, and certainly he didn’t seem to like you as much as he seemed to like your dog, but you couldn’t complain, he was nicer to you than to anyone else in that camp.

“Good morning to you, Daryl.” You greeted, it wasn’t the first time Daryl said hello to Cole and ignored you.

“Yeah, morning.” Daryl didn’t even look at you. “I’m going hunting, can I take the dog?”

“Sure…I’ve told you a thousand times he’s not a hunting dog, though.”

You hadn’t let him take your dog at first, and the first times Cole had actually gone hunting with Daryl, you had gone with them too, until you saw how skillful Daryl was and you trusted he wouldn’t let anything happen to the dog. He’d promised you he’d keep Cole safe of walkers and any other threats.

Besides, just in a few days after meeting Daryl it was evident how much Daryl and Cole liked each other, it was obvious Daryl would never hurt your dog and wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him, so you trusted him. And Cole loved to be with Daryl.

“Yeah I know, he’s shit at hunting,” Daryl replied, his words at odds with the way in which he was looking at your dog.

“So why do you take him with you then?” You asked, and Daryl just shrugged, making you smirk. You knew he would never admit he loved your dog and his company.

“He tells me if there are walkers close.”

“And how exactly does he do that? By barking and bringing every walker around to you?”

“Yeah, I have to teach him another way…” Daryl replied, biting his thumbnail and frowning.

“Good luck with that.” You joked, Cole had never been fond of learning tricks or things like that…but by now you were sure if someone could teach him, that was Daryl. “Anyway, you told me you wouldn’t let Cole get close to walkers…”

“I don’t.” Daryl rushed to assure you. “I shoot them before they can get close or we leave, I ain’t letting them get your dog, told you I wouldn’t.”

You weren’t sure if he was telling you that to reassure you and calm you down, or just because he was afraid you might not lend him Cole anymore if you thought he was putting him in danger. Which you wouldn’t, but you believed Daryl, if he told you he’d keep your dog safe, then he would. And honestly, if Daryl asked Cole to go with him, you weren’t sure you’d be able to stop your dog from following him, considering how he adored Daryl. You always joked saying he was stealing Cole’s love from you, but sometimes you got actually jealous. Not that you’d ever say it aloud, though.

“Alright, come on, go hunt us dinner,” you said. “But if something were to happen to my dog-”

“You put one of my arrows up my ass and tie me to a tree to be walker’s food, yeah, I know, you told me plenty of times,” Daryl smirked. “Like you could do it anyway…”

“You’re saying I can’t beat your ass?” You teased. “Don’t make me do it.”

“Yeah, sure. Come on, dog.” Daryl began walking to the woods, Cole behind him, happily wagging his tail. “Ain’t letting nothing hurt your dog,” Daryl told you without looking back.

You knew he wouldn’t, Daryl was the most skillful person that you knew, the best at surviving. Your dog wasn’t safer with anyone else, not even you.

If you thought about it, you had kind of trusted Daryl since the beginning, after all, he was the one who had found you and Cole in the woods, starving. He had been hunting nearby but you hadn't noticed him until Cole had begun barking like crazy. You had turned around expecting to see one of those monsters but found yourself face to face with Daryl and his crossbow. “Hush, you'll bring every dead asshole to us!" It was kind of fun that the first sentence you had heard from Daryl was to your dog. Quite fitting. Daryl had seemed almost as surprised as you to find someone else but he had taken you to his camp at the quarry, telling you he and his brother hadn't been there for long but that the people weren't too bad and you'd be safe enough from the monsters. You had been taken in and introduced to everyone, it had been a bit overwhelming but you had been grateful nonetheless and the kids of the camp had been exultant to find you had a dog. That night you had dined at the fire in the middle of the camp, stew made from rabbits Daryl had hunted. Daryl wasn't there, though, he was making dinner for him and his brother at his own fire in front of their tents, which were slightly away from the others. There had been another small fire next to an also separated tent. It was from a man neither you nor your dog liked and his lovely wife, the mother of one of the kids. You had noticed Daryl giving her some of the rabbit meat so she could have dinner even if his husband didn't want to join the others. You had shared your dinner with Cole, he had been starving as much as you but you felt bad about asking those people to give you a bit more of stew for your dog, they were already feeding you their scarce food and they didn't know you. However, your dog had his way of finding his own dinner... Then... You'd finished getting a spare tent that Dale had lent you ready for the night when you realized your dog was missing. You panicked slightly, Cole was usually never far from you, what if something had happened to him? What if for some reason he had decided to go back to the woods and a monster had gotten him? “Cole?" you called quietly, not wanting to bother anyone. "Where are you?" To your relief, there were a couple barks that you followed until you found Cole, though that relief was short lived when you saw he was munching on something. "What I told you about eating anything you find on the ground?!" It wasn’t like someone there might want to poison him, but still you didn't like your dog eating something he had found and you didn't know what was. "He didn't find it on the ground." You were startled to hear a voice close but when you looked around in the dark you noticed you were next to the Dixon's tents, their fire already dead. You made the silhouette of Daryl sat down on a log outside his tent. “It's rabbit, I gave it to him, it ain't poisoned or nothing." “Thank you." You were taken aback. “You didn't have to.” "He gotta eat too." "I gave him half my dinner already...seems he didn't think about sharing his with me..."

Since that day, Daryl gave you and Cole part of whatever he cooked for his brother and himself. He always said it was for the dog, but you knew he made sure there was always enough for Cole and you. His brother didn’t like it at first, claiming he was wasting food. Then he suggested some ways in which you could pay back for the food they gave to Cole and for Daryl rescuing you. Both Daryl and your growling dog put an end to that, though. And since then, Daryl and Cole's big friendship began. A few days later, Daryl asked you if he could take your dog hunting with him. You didn’t agree until a week later, and only if you could go with them. Daryl had been complaining all the time...

“You are just gonna be slowing me down all the time” He grumbled. “If you trip on a root or something and break an ankle I ain’t carrying you ass back to camp.”

“It’s not my first time in the woods you know?!” You spat back. “I worked in it, I know what I’m doing, so shut up!”

“You shut up, you’re scaring the game.”

You decided not to reply to that, just rolling your eyes at him, and followed him in silence for hours, watching as he managed to hunt a couple of squirrels, until he decided to stop to eat something. You had been tired and were grateful to stop for a bit, but in no way you were going to tell that to Daryl. He got some dried meat out of his bag, passing you some. As he began to eat his portion, he also started giving little pieces to Cole.

“You’re buying my dog with food.”

“I ain’t buying anyone.”

Truth be told, for some reason Cole loved Daryl no matter if he sneaked him food or not, always looking for him when he was on the camp or going to happily greet him when he came back from hunting. And there was no doubt Cole had been all excited about going hunting with Daryl for once. You wondered if you were starting to feel jealous…

“You said you worked in the forest,” Daryl said, taking you out of your thoughts. “Wasn’t a bluff?”

“Of course it wasn’t!” It was a bit of lie…but you didn’t want to back down now. “I worked in my parent’s business and I did most of my job in the woods.” You were stretching the truth a bit, but you wanted Daryl to respect you.

“Yeah? And what business was that?” Daryl arched an eyebrow at you.

“Are you gonna tell me what was your family’s business too?” You retorted, evasively.

It made Daryl go dead silent, his expression changing, making you wonder briefly if you had said something wrong.

“Come on,” He said as he got up. “I have to keep hunting, can’t feed everyone with just a couple squirrels.”

By the time you made your way back to the camp, he had hunted a couple more of squirrels and a rabbit too and was complaining about how he could have hunted more if he hadn’t had to take you along with him but you were ignoring him.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You asked after a while of silence.

“You’re gonna ask anyway, aren’t you?” He replied, making you smirk.

“Yep. Can you let me try your crossbow?”

Daryl turned to look at you like if you were crazy or had insulted him.

“You wanna strain a muscle, shoot yourself, or what?”

“I’m not shooting myself!” You rolled your eyes. “I can shoot a bow, so it can’t be much different.”

“You can shoot a bow? Really?” Daryl frowned at you, he didn’t seem to believe you, but it was true. “For your family business too?”

“Kind of…”

“Now you’ll tell me you hunted too.” He snorted.

“No, no I didn’t.”

“That was pretty obvious after today.”

“Are you letting me try the crossbow or what?”

“No.”

“Okay, fine, great, I bet it’s a thousand times easier than the bow anyway.” You huffed. “I bet you couldn’t shoot a bow even if you tried.”

Daryl glared at you at that, taking off his crossbow to throw it to you. It was heavier than you had expected, heavier than a bow.

“Fine, sunshine, come on, shot us another squirrel.” He growled at you.

“Can’t see any squirrel.”

You began charging the crossbow, it took a lot of your strength to tense the string but you tried not to show it. Once it was ready, you aimed at a tree, finding a darker point in the bark that you decided was your target. You shoot at it, the crossbow shifting unexpectedly in your hands, different than a bow, and you failed miserably.

“Shit…” You grumbled, glaring at Daryl when he snorted.

“Come on, it’ll be dark before you can hit the nearest tree.” He said, taking the crossbow and shouldering it again.

“Shut up.”

Now…

As always, Daryl came back before the sunset. He made his way to his tent and Cole turned to ran to you. "At least you have the decency to come to greet me after begin all day away." You had no shame about talking with your dog. "Thought that by now you'd have moved with Daryl, uh?" Cole barked and you wished you knew what it meant. You looked towards Daryl's tent and saw him sitting down outside, skinning a rabbit. You decided to go help him, you weren't too good at helping him get his kills ready yet, and sometimes it still turned your stomach, but you were learning. You sat down beside him and he tossed you another rabbit. Cole soon grew bored of watching you two working and he went to play with the kids. Daryl was silent and surly, even more than usual, and you knew something was bothering him but you weren't going to push him or he would snap. If he wanted to then he would tell you. If not, then he could be angry by himself. “Two rabbits ain't gonna feed all of us for shit." He grumbled when you were finished. “We still have some of those cans of tomato soup that Glenn brought from Atlanta." You said matter of factly. "We’ll make a stew with them and the rabbits." “There gotta be more deer around." A few days after you joined the camp, Daryl had come back from hunting with a deer over his shoulders but since then it seemed he hadn't found any other. You guessed the deer had run away scared by the smells and sounds coming from your camp and by the walkers around. "I think I'm going to go further into the woods, stay the night maybe, see if I can find something." "Are you sure?" You frowned, staying the night in the woods didn't sound that safe. “I'm used to, and there's barely any walkers around, I told you." "Alright." Suddenly you thought on something. "And are you going to want to take Cole with you?" You didn't like the idea of getting separated from your dog for so long and him getting further into the woods and staying the night. Daryl shrugged, biting his thumbnail. "Maybe... But I know you don't want your dog to be out of here for two days." You didn't, you knew you would be all the time worried sick about him. Neither did you want Daryl to be gone for that long, and alone... Maybe Merle could go with him or something. "I was thinking..." Daryl began again, shifting awkwardly. "That maybe you could come. If you want to, with the dog..." You hadn't expected that and you blinked at Daryl, taken aback. He never asked anyone to go hunting with him and the couple of times you had gone with him, back at the beginning, he hadn't seemed too happy about it. "Or don't, I don't need your dog or nothing..." He began to backtrack. "You really want me to go?" You asked and Daryl just shrugged without looking at you. "Okay, okay, I'd really like to." "Alright."

"Are you going to be complaining all the time again about me slowing you or scaring the game again?" You teased.

“If you do it..." You noticed a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You didn't know why you were so excited about going to the woods for almost two days, you ought to be scared, you should have said no, but you were happy Daryl had asked you, no matter it probably was because he wanted your dog's company, not yours, but still, he didn't ask everyone to go hunting with him.

"Deal, then." You grinned and whistled at Cole so he'd come. "You know what, boy?" You said, scratching your dog behind the ears. "I'm going hunting with you and Daryl! Are you happy I’m going with you two? You better are."

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blueriverhayes · 6 years ago

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[12] Alone

Warning: mentions of rape

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Eva woke up to the morning sun shining on her face through a window. For a second, right after she woke up, she was pain-free and oblivious. That didn't last very long.

Groaning, Eva tried to sit up, but a sharp pain seared through her skull. She fell back down and realized she was lying in a bed.

What happened?

Eva looked around the room she was in with her one good eye - her left eye was swollen, along with everything else on that side of her head. Despite herself, Eva let out a whimper as she recalled Junior sitting on top of her, relentlessly pummeling her face.

"You up?"

Eva heard Daryl's gruff voice coming from her left side, just out of her line of vision. She tried to respond, but her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. She couldn't even nod, her neck was so stiff.

"You've been out for a day and a half." Eva heard Daryl's footsteps as he made his way to the other side of the bed. He offered her a glass of water and she tried to take it, but something was holding her arm back.

"Oh - you broke your arm. Here," Daryl gently lifted Eva's head up and held the cool glass to her lips and let her drink. As the water passed her chapped lips, Eva realized how thirsty she was. In seconds, the glass was empty.

"Thanks," Eva managed to choke out, wincing as a blinding pain flashed behind her eyes. "What happened?"

Daryl cleared his throat. "Those men who. . . who attacked you were here."

Eva felt a wave of nausea rush through her body. "Junior and Jack."

"Yeah," Daryl continued, "those assholes. You shot Jack, then Junior jumped you. I was almost too late when I got him."

Eva looked at Daryl, noticing the angry glint in his shadowed eyes. She looked him up and down, searching for wounds, when a dark patch on his shoulder, almost unnoticeable, caught her eye.

"Your shoulder," she croaked, pointing at it with her good arm.

"Got shot," Daryl stated matter-of-factly, leaning back gingerly in the chair, his eyes meeting hers.

Eva was about to say something when a wave of sleep crashed over her, bringing her back into the darkness.

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"Do you think she'll wake up soon?"

"Dunno. She was beat up pretty bad, and she's exhausted."

"Did you tell her about us? When she woke up, that is."

"No. Don't think she would've taken it very well. It's best for her to not know yet."

"Are you gonna come down any time soon? I made supper. You've been up here long enough. She'll be fine."

"I'm staying."

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Eva woke with a groan. Her head felt like somebody crushed her skull against a brick wall, and her stomach was killing her. Her neck was too stiff to move, so all she could see was the ceiling above her and the last bit of sunlight fading away.

"Eva?"

Eva saw Daryl standing up at her side out of the corner of her eye. He offered her another glass of water and she gulped it down as fast as she could, spilling some of it on her shirt.

"How long was I-?" How long was I out, Eva tried to say, but a sharp pain in her head cut her off.

"Tomorrow morning is two days," Daryl said, absently brushing Eva's lank hair away from her face. "Can you sit up?"

Eva strained every muscle in her body trying to sit up, but she could only lift herself off the bed a couple of inches. Watching her struggle, Daryl gently grabbed Eva's shoulders and helped her to a sitting position against the headboard.

The world was spinning, and Eva felt like she was already dead. She looked up at Daryl through her one good eye and saw that he looked as tired as she felt. There were dark bags under his eyes, which were half closed, making him look like he could fall asleep any second.

"There's, uh, something you need to know," Daryl said, sitting back down in the dirty armchair. "After I killed Junior, I brought you here and searched through the rest of the houses on this street. That's when I found Kathryn."

Eva remembered the voices she heard when she was asleep. She had recognized Daryl's, but there was another voice she didn't know. If she wasn't so exhausted, the idea of a stranger standing over her while she was asleep would've terrified her.

"She's still here."

Eva's breath caught in her throat and she choked. "What?"

"I know you're scared, but we can trust her. All she had on her was a knife, and she hasn't tried anything since we met."

Eva was about to argue, about to point out the fact that they couldn't trust anybody anymore, no matter what, when Daryl said, "She's got kids."

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Carefully, walking at the pace of a snail, Eva made her way downstairs with Daryl's help. Besides a busted face, a broken arm, and a hell of a headache, she was fine. She couldn't stand to lie helplessly in that bed for any longer.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Eva heard a soft gurgling noise and immediately recoiled, expecting a walker to jump out at her. Daryl, still at her side, pressed his lips together as he pushed her forward, into the living room. Eva saw a large fireplace with a fire burning, and a dirty gray couch in front of it. On the couch, she saw the back of somebody's head. They're dark hair was in small, tight braids, and she could hear them speaking gently.

Beside Eva, Daryl cleared his throat, and the head turned around to face them. The woman was small and pretty, with chestnut skin and a light smattering of freckles dotting her nose, but Eva wasn't paying attention to the woman's looks. Her eyes were on the two babies in her arms.

"Hi," the woman said, smiling a little, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I'm Kathryn. You can call me Kathy. And these are my boys, Shepherd and Alec." As if on cue, the baby in Kathy's right hand giggled, waving his chubby arms up and down. Eva was shell shocked. The last baby she'd seen was Judith, but she was nearly two. The babies in Kathryn's arms couldn't have been more than six months. Keeping one eye on Kathy, Eva stumbled forward, wanting a better look at the babies. Kathy stood still, but she visibly tensed as Eva reached her side. The babies had smooth, caramel colored skin and a head full of dark hair. They both looked at her and smiled, but when their eyes met hers, she stumbled backwards, nearly falling. Both babies had pale blue eyes, which, before, Eva would've thought was beautiful. But those pale blue eyes were all too familiar to her.

"Junior," Eva whispered, backing away from Kathy and the babies until she was at Daryl's side again. She knew that Junior was dead, Daryl had told her just as much, but he still haunted her.

"Eva-" Daryl began, but Kathy interrupted him.

"These are Marcus's - well, you knew him as Junior - sons."

Eva looked back to Kathy with obvious horror plastered on her face, but Kathy was looking down at the ground shamefully.

"I was with Marcus before," Kathy said with a weak voice, "and he wasn't like this. I mean, he would hit me sometimes, but he wasn't evil. He was just. . . confused. Then, when all this started," Kathy took a shaky breath, "he started to do awful things. Marcus and Jack would steal food and supplies from small groups at the beginning, but over time they started to. . .to. . .I thought he still loved me, but he-" Kathy was cut off by a sob. She placed the babies on the couch and wiped the tears off her face. "When I told him I wanted to end things, he, um, didn't take it very well. He raped me. And that's how I got Shep and Alec."

Eva watched Kathy for the entire story, trying to see if she was lying or not, but the pained look on her face and the sobs wracking her body seemed genuine enough. Despite not wanting to trust Kathy, Eva felt sympathetic. Not even a month ago, she was raped by Junior.

"I'm sorry," was all Eva could say.

"Don't be." Kathy said, not unkindly. She wiped her face off on her sleeve and smiled at Daryl and Eva. "I made supper. Figured you would be starving, Eva, so I broke out the good stuff." Still smiling, Kathy walked over to the fire and brought back a plate of meatloaf. As soon as Eva saw the food, her stomach growled greedily.

"C'mon," Daryl took Eva's good arm and lead her to the couch, and she sat down beside one of the babies. Their blue eyes were still near impossible to look at, but Eva tried to focus on the babies' similarities to Kathy instead.

Aside from the sound of forks scraping plates and the occasional snort from the babies, they ate in silence. The food was amazing, and Eva had to hold back moans of delight. After weeks of nothing but canned goods and squirrel meat, the meatloaf was like heaven in her mouth.

"You good to travel?" Daryl asked Eva, interrupting the silence. Not wanting to stop eating, Eva silently nodded her head. Even though everything from the shoulders up felt like hell, she could still walk.

"Good. We're leaving tomorrow."

"We?" Eva asked, giving Kathy a pointed look.

"Yes, we," Kathy said as she placed her empty plate into the kitchen sink. Eva turned to look at Daryl, who was already staring at her. She stared hard at him, trying to tell him that she still didn't trust Kathy. He just looked back at her with a blank expression, which Eva took to mean that he did trust her. Right before she was going to say something, one of the babies cried out, and the argument faded from Eva's mind. Leaving Kathy alone with twin boys was a death sentence, and even though Eva didn't trust Kathy, those babies didn't deserve to die.

"Where to?"

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Eva was laying in the bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. She had already packed everything she was going to bring, so she had nothing to do. It had been a long time since Eva was bored.

Amidst the silence, there was a knock at her door, shaking her from her thoughts.

"Come in."

Kathy walked in, quietly shutting the door behind her. In her arms she held one of her babies, who was twirling a braid around his small fist. Eva sat up in her bed and discreetly reached for the knife under her pillow.

Better safe than sorry, she thought, as Kathy sat down at the foot of the bed.

"This is Shep," Kathy smiled down at the baby, who now had the braid in his mouth. "It takes him a while to fall asleep. Alec, on the other hand, is out like a light every night by eight." Kathy chuckled as Shep started giggling. It was heartwarming, watching a mother and her baby. It was clear to see how much Kathy loved her babies, and Eva longed to feel that kind of love. She missed her mother.

"Yeah, well, looks like me and Shep have something in common." Eva let go of the knife and put her hand back on her lap.

"Do you want to hold him?"

Eva's first instinct was to say yes, but the thought of Shep's eyes, Junior's eyes, staring up at her scared her more than she wanted to admit.

"That's fine," Kathy said, a sad smile spreading across her face. "I know they remind you of Junior. I hope that changes, though. I know you don't trust me yet, which I get. I didn't trust you and Daryl at first, but I had to. I had to trust you for my children. But I came here to tell you that you can trust me. All I have left in this world is Shep and Alec, and I can't take care of them on my own. So, thank you for letting me come with you. Even if you don't trust me."

Eva smiled at Kathy before holding her arms out. Kathy passed Shep to her, and Eva pulled the baby close to her chest. Shep studied Eva with a confused look on his face, and Eva couldn't help but to laugh.

This neighborhood would be perfect for raising kids, she thought.

"Why are we leaving?" Eva asked, holding out a finger for Shep to grab onto.

Kathy swallowed before saying, "Junior and Jack weren't alone. There's about ten more that live in these houses, and they'll all be back in a couple days."

Eva felt her throat tighten. She couldn't bear the thought of more people like Junior and Jack. She wanted to run away from them, run away from everything they touched and forget about them completely. But she also knew that the neighborhood was their safest bet. They had food, tools, supplies, everything they needed. She would need more than just Kathy's word to get her to leave.

"Here," Eva said, trying to sound casual as she handed Shep back to his mother. "I need to talk to Daryl."

Since Eva had been unconscious since they moved into the house, she didn't know where Daryl was sleeping. She walked into four wrong rooms until she found the right door.

"You up?" She asked as she walked in, making sure to shut the door behind her. Daryl was lying on the bed with a hand behind his head. He didn't say anything, but Eva knew he was awake.

"I don't trust Kathy," Eva whispered as she made her way to the bed. "I don't think you should, either. Or, at least, not about leaving. This neighborhood is what we need, Daryl. I think we should take our chances here."

"Hmm," was his only response.

"Listen to me, Daryl," Eva said, a little louder. "This is a big neighborhood, and Kathy said there were only ten others. If she's telling the truth, we could hide out in a house and wait til it's clear to leave. But I'm not ready to give all this up just because some stranger said to."

"She's got kids, Eva," Daryl sighed, covering his eyes with his arm.

"I know, Daryl." Eva walked across the room and sat down at the foot of the bed. "But she was with Junior and Jack this whole time. Hell, she had Junior's kids! I can't just trust her. I can't just take her word on it."

For a while, Eva thought Daryl had fallen asleep. He wasn't moving, and he was quiet for so long. Finally, he moved his arm off his face and looked at Eva.

"Alright," was all he said before he closed his eyes.

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lanie-love09 · 6 years ago

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Richonne Fanfiction Update Pandemic Chapter:45 The Reasons that we’re here

“The sun's hitting the horizon as more day laborers walk in to the Atmore's community center.

The line for job assignments was almost out outside the building.

Most of the day labors' were people who currently have a low credits score removing them from any legitimate employment pool or they're Native Americans, illegal immigrants or vets who were cast aside by their own government due to PTSD and substance abuse issues.

Shane's temporarily occupying the Director's office planning Victoria's infiltration the Harjo ranch.

Gareth takes the time to talk with Shane while Victoria change clothes in the bathroom.

"Look we really don't even have keep Victoria involved in any of this at this point. The ranch was previously investigated a few years ago for over medicating their livestock with antibiotics. We use those same accusations to raid the ranch. We don't need permission because it's a violation of F.D.A. regulations."

Shane shakes his head adamantly, "No. We need to know if Michonne is on that ranch first. If we can get confirmation of Michonne, Rick, Carl anyone that we can connect to her on that ranch, that's when we'll move in with a raid."

Victoria emerges from the bathroom wearing buttoned up short sleeve blue shirt and some beige khakis and a pair of steel toe boots.

She removes a ponytail holder from her pocket and starts tying up her hair.

Shane and Gareth still aren't all that comfortable with Victoria after the incessant amount of questioning she did in the motel room about the suspect earlier.

Both men study her appearance to make sure she passes as for a day laborer.

Shane starts wringing his hands together as he sits down behind the director's desk.

"So you have any questions for me before you go?"

She finishes tying her hair in to a worker ponytail, "Only one."

Both men freeze afraid that she's gonna start asking for more details as to why this suspect is so important.

But not this time.

This time Victoria's question is straight forward which should allow for a straight answer if all is legitimate.

"What happens when you capture this woman?"

Shane clears his throat as he begins pacing back and forth in front of the desk.

"We…we bring her to DC and start pressing federal charges."

He lists all these federal charges aloud as though he's trying to convince himself that these charges should be brought against Michonne.

"She a traitor, she's incited chaos with the uploading of that Youtube video. I mean…" Now he starts walking around the office, "This woman may be responsible for the virus outbreak to begin with."

Victoria stands straight and stares at Shane then at Gareth without saying a word.

She places a knapsack on her shoulders filled with a few snack and some lunch, two iced down bottles of water and her Beretta M9 in the side pocket then grabs a bucket full of cleaning supplies and work gloves.

Her false smile and her indifferent, "O.k." leaves Shane even more concerned with whether Victoria was going to the ranch intent on helping them or was she intent on helping the suspect.”

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jodiereedus22 · 4 years ago

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Mirage

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You awoke suddenly to the sound of your alarm going off, you rubbed your tired eyes as you rolled over to switch it off.

You rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling, for some reason you were confused, and you didn’t know why - maybe you had a dream last night and couldn't remember it.

You shrugged it off, turning your head to the side, seeing a soundly sleeping Daryl. His chest rising and falling gently, his hair draped over his face making his closed eyes hard to see, you smiled to yourself, the alarm clock had always been for you, Daryl could sleep through anything.

You gently got out of bed, putting on a robe and headed downstairs, you had a lot to get ready for today – but first, it was time to get breakfast started.

You started with the bacon, then some eggs, then got started on the pancake batter when you heard footsteps behind you and suddenly a pair of hands wrapped around your waist, placing kisses on your neck.

“Hmm, somethin’ smells good,” Daryl said in a sleepy gruff voice, you groaned as he kissed your neck some more, holding you more tightly.

“Why did I wake up to a cold bed?” Daryl asked, whispering in your ear as you tried to concentrate on cooking the breakfast.

“Well someone has to get up around here, or nothing would get done,” you joked, laughing as Daryl went over the top kissing you more.

“Eww, that’s gross!”

“Do you have to do that over breakfast?” Your son said as he and your daughter walk into the kitchen.

“Lucas, Mia, you want us to stop? Go set the table,” you bribed your kids as you laughed, and Daryl let go of you to help.

You finished cooking the breakfast and served it up. Sitting and eating, laughing with your family.

You took a moment to look at your families smiling faces, realising how lucky you were to have such a perfect family.

As everyone finished up their food you got to cleaning as everyone else went to go get ready, giving your children kisses as they headed up the stairs.

Daryl came down first, dressed in a blue button-down shirt that hugged his broad shoulders, black jeans and nice black shoes.

“Looking good Mr Dixon,” you admired, your eyes travelling up and down his body as you bit your lip in approval.

Even after all his time and 2 children together, Daryl getting embarrassed was always the sweetest and endearing thing, as he looked at you with a blush upon his cheeks.

You walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek.

“I'm gonna get ready. Will you get everything into the car? Everything is in the fridge.”

Just then Mia and Lucas came bounding down the stairs.

“Well look at you both, all dressed up and clean,” you smiled walking up to them, placing a kiss on both their foreheads.

“Can you both help daddy put everything in the car while mummy gets ready please?” you asked as they got to helping Daryl load the car.

You headed to your room to get ready, you put on a simple floral dress that landed just above your knees, you put on some flat sandals knowing you were going to have to play with the kids at some point. You put on some simple light makeup, knowing anymore would make you melt in the Georgian heat.

Coming down the stairs you could see the hustle and bustle of everyone getting everything in the car, popping in and out of the house, picking up random items to pack into the car when Daryl stopped dead in his tracks, staring directly at you.

Daryl stood there in silence, in awe at your beauty as a blush came across your cheeks at the look in his eyes.

“You look pretty mommy,” Mia exclaimed coming up to you, wrapping her arms around your middle giving you a nice big hug.

“Thank you sweetheart,” you thanked her, hugging her back and leaning down to place a kiss on the top of her head.

“You really do Mrs Dixon,” Daryl walked towards you, the same look of awe in his eyes as he took you into his arms. You placed your arms around his neck, your hands playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, smiling and staring back into his beautiful Georgian blue eyes.

“Oh really?” you teased.

“Really,” Daryl leaned down and captured your lips with his, closing your eyes, getting lost in his kiss, Daryl’s kisses, no matter the reason for them, were always perfect, they were a balm for your soul.

You got interrupted by Lucas making disgusted noises behind you.

You and Daryl looked at each other with smirks on your faces, finding your sons embarrassment amusing.

“Alright. Come on. Let’s get going?” you called out to everyone as you call clambered into the car.

The journey was short, sharing laughs and admiring the countryside, you were there in no time.

As soon as you stopped the kids jumped out of the car, heading to the garden where they could hear the other kids having fun, as you went to the trunk to grab all the food to take inside.

“Here, take this, give it to Rick,” you handed him a bottle of wine, knowing he was eager to see his best friend.

He took the bottle of wine, placing a kiss on your cheek as he made his way into the party.

You and Daryl had been friends with Rick Grimes for a very long time, and every year he hosted a BBQ for everyone with his wife Lori who was now pregnant, and their son Carl.

Carol always came with her daughter Sophia. Maggie and Glenn came with Maggie’s sister Beth and their father Hershel. T-Dog and Andrea also joined.

Everyone had a great time at these, everyone brought food and drink, some brought things for the kids to play with, it was a great catch-up session for adults and a fun time for the kids.

You made multiple trips from the car to the kitchen until everything you brought was set up. you then made your way outside to greet with everyone, finding Daryl with Rick you walked over to join them.

Standing next to Daryl he placed an arm around your waist as you looked around the party seeing your kids playing with Carl and Sophia, being so close in age, it was always lovely to see them having such fun together.

You did your rounds, catching up with everyone, having a laugh, sharing food, drinks and stories, enjoying yourself.

You thought to yourself how lucky you were to have such an amazing family in Daryl and your kids, but also an amazing extended family in everyone else who was at the party.

With the party in full swing, you went inside the house to grab some more food, looking out the window onto the beautiful fields and trees that surrounded Ricks house, when you saw a figure from afar, he was walking funny, like he was drunk. It filled you with a sense of dread, but you had no idea why when gunfire in the house drew your attention in panic.

Running in the house, you saw all the kids sitting on the couch.

“What are you doing? You asked, slightly panicked.

“Watching a movie,” Carl answered. You looked at the tv to see them watching some kind of zombie movie with guns going off every minute.

“Come on guys, its summer, go out and play,” you said with a sigh of relief, your dread dissipating slightly.

“You can watch it another day,” you said as you walked up the tv set and turned it off, herding the kids back outside to play.

But that man outside, stumbling around, still set you on edge.

You went back to the window to see where he was, but he was nowhere to be found, it's like he had just vanished in thin air, considering the space around Ricks house is fairly open.

You took a minute to pause, taking in a breath, you decided to shake it off and go back into the party and enjoy yourself.

So, you tried to do just that, you carried on your afternoon with everyone but in the back of your mind there was still this creeping feeling, it felt like you were being buried alive, the weight slowly getting heavier on your chest.

You tried to concentrate on the here and now and what was happening around you, knowing there was no rational reason for you to be feeling this way when Daryl calling your name pulled you out of your thoughts.

You turned your head from the group of people you had spaced out on, having a glance around the party trying to pinpoint Daryl, when you saw him talking to Carol.

You broke away from your little group and headed in Daryl's direction.

“Did you call me?” you asked Daryl as you reached him and Carol.

“No, why?” Daryl answered, causing you to furrow your brow.

“Ya a’right?” Daryl asked placing a hand on your arm in a gentle, loving way.

“Yh, I'm just … I’m,” you stuttered not knowing what to say, confused at the chain of events, confused at your feelings.

You started walking backwards away from Daryl when a wave of heat came over you, starting to make you panic.

You turned away from everyone for a minute, trying to catch your breath.

When you turned back around everyone was staring at you. Everyone was silent, no one said anything as they stood motionless, staring without blinking in a disturbing manner.

You then realised they weren’t wearing the same clothes, they were dirty, covered in blood, holding weapons. Rick looked as though he had a colt python, glancing over at Daryl as he held a crossbow.

The more you looked the more familiar it felt, but it still didn’t make any sense. It didn’t fit.

You tried to blink away the feeling, taking a second to close your eyes, steading yourself, but when you opened your eyes it was like nothing has happened and just like that the party went on, all back in their own clothes, no weapons in sight.

The confusion sent you dizzy, the colour drained from your face. What was happening?

“(Y/N) … (Y/N),” you heard Daryl calling out your name, but as you looked over to him, his lips weren’t moving.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)! Wake up!” you heard Daryl again when a huge wave of dizziness came over you as you stumbled backwards.

Your body started falling to the floor, but you never felt yourself meet the floor instead you found yourself sitting up, gasping for breath in a bed that you recognised and a face you recognised as Daryl's, but you weren’t in a lovely clean, bright house.

You were in the prison, you remember now, everything came flooding back. You had gotten ill; you must have fallen unconscious.

“Hey, hey, you’re back, you’re okay,” Daryl reassured you, placing a gentle hand on your cheek.

“Yh, I'm fine, it’s just, I had the weirdest dream,” you told Daryl.

Even though you were still alive, and Daryl was right by your side, you couldn’t help the feeling of disappointment that your dream wasn’t real. Remembering the world how it was now, the dead rising, the hunger, the death, you would have given anything for your dream to be real.

Daryl climbed in bed with you as you told him all about your dream in as much detail as you remembered.

“Two kids huh?” Daryl asked, raising an eyebrow with a grin.

“Yh, Mia and Lucas. It’s so weird to talk about them, they’re not real, they don’t exist. But they felt so real,” you said with sadness in your voice.

“Hey,” Daryl got your attention, placing a finger on your chin to turn you towards him.

“Just because it ain’t real now, don’t mean it won’t be one day,” Daryl revealed, making you smile.

“You think so?”

“Yh, in the future, maybe we’ll find a better place than this. It could happen,” Daryl revealed.

This was a complete surprise to you. You knew Daryl's past, you knew his childhood, children were something you thought Daryl would never be able to bring himself to have - out of fear he’d turn into his father.

“You want kids?” you asked surprised.

“I didn’t’ think I did, ‘til I met ya,” Daryl confessed.

“I love you so much Daryl,” you told him, snuggling deeper into him, enjoying his warmth, his scent.

“I love ya too (Y/N),” Daryl reciprocated, holding you tight in his arms, placing a kiss on the top of your head as you both drifted into a peaceful deep sleep, both dreaming of the future you hoped one day you could both have together.

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sweetlittlegingy · 6 years ago

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So chapter 3 of Under It All is up but it doesn't look like I want it to Tumblr is being glitchy hopefully I can fix it tomorrow but itlate and I really wanted to get it out for you all much love -kea

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jesbakescookies · 7 years ago

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Happy Fuckin’ New Years

This is the sequel to Merry Fuckin’ Christmas at long last.

Find first two parts here: [part one] [part two]

Daryl Dixon X OC

Rating: Mature for the smutty mcsmuttsalot.

Enjoy ladies ~ @soythedemonqueen @lovesjdm @alyisdead

Daryl sat in the cab of his truck looking at the grimy diner windows, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. He didn't know why he was back in the town with no name and fuck all to do, but any betting man would wager it had something to do with a petite blonde.

'A blonde with legs for days 'n a dirty fuckin’ mouth.' He thought ruefully, while scratching his rough jaw and chewing his toothpick down.

Under a week ago, Daryl spent a couple days doing things to the sexy little minx that he'd never dreamed of doing. Fucked her long and hard, deep and rough. He'd left his name all over Grayson's pale thighs and creamy tits, teeth marks and blunt nails raking over her like a feral beast.

They spent time together at the diner but the rest of it was spent between cheap hotel sheets. When the twenty-sixth rolled around, he kissed her greedily before striding out of the room without a glance back. It was hard to do but it was, what it was. An incredible couple days to think about while on the lonely road, something to keep him warm at night.

Daryl left town once the truck was repaired and finished his route north. He was meant to return to Georgia to pick up another load, but couldn't seem to keep his truck on the highway when he noticed the familiar exit. The ancient peeling sign advertising the one pump gas station and shitty diner, drew him like a drunk to a bottle of Tennessee whiskey. He wanted to gorge himself on her. Consume her, until there was no him and her. Just some wild beast with claws and teeth.

The thoughts that battered the inside of his thick skull were relentless and it made him feel slightly uncomfortable with how badly he wanted Grayson. It was abnormal for him to give two shits about anyone and it wasn't as though he cared about her, but he did want her. It wasn't something he ever experienced.

Daryl had almost gone straight to the hotel but couldn't get passed the fear of finding her room empty or taken by someone else. He told himself that if they were meant to see each other again, she'd fall into his path much like that rainy Christmas Eve.

Now that he sat in his truck across from the diner, he wondered if he was being just a bit crazy for thinking that, not only would she still be there, but that she'd be welcoming.

They didn't know each other more than what carnal things the other enjoyed. He knew she tasted like whiskey even when sober, her mouth and tongue warm like honey. She knew that he would crumble under her, when her mouth engulfed him, his fists tight in her hair and toes curled. Nothing had never felt so good and now that he'd experienced it, Daryl couldn't get Grayson out of his head.

"Fuckin' dumbass." He grumbled, before climbing out of the large truck and heading for the diner.

The tin bell rattled over the door as he sauntered in, his eyes flicking over the restaurant for a familiar face. Daryl dipped his chin to the waitress who greeted him. "Take a seat anywhere, hun."

Sliding into one of the booths, he chewed his lip as he looked over the few other customers. A pair of old men were reading newspapers together at the counter top seating and a woman with two kids sat in a booth in the corner. There was no sign of Grayson, which didn't surprise Daryl. He wasn't too sure what he was expecting to happen, but not finding the blonde sitting there waiting for him had his frown deepening.

"What can I getcha, hun?" The gray haired waitress asked, her pen poised of the pad of paper.

"Cheeseburger, fries and coke." He rasped, his lip pulled between his teeth after he spoke, to keep questions about the blonde at bay. It worked until his food arrived and the older woman asked if he needed anything else, because fuck, if he didn't need the girl like a junkie with a fix.

"Ya uh... ya know a girl named Grayson?"

"Gray- what?" She asked, her voice raspy and out of patience.

"Never mind." He grunted, squeezing ketchup out on the plate.

"Whatever you say, hun." She replied, waddling away towards the kitchen.

He ate slowly, while telling himself he was just savoring the grease bomb, not waiting for a sexy blonde to appear. The last french fry went down like sand in his throat, as he realized he'd have to either give up on his ideas of fate and find the woman or cut his losses and leave town. Both decisions seemed too difficult to make at the moment, causing Daryl to ignore it completely.

Leaving money on the table top, he headed outside for a smoke, while he contemplated his next moves. He should head home and check in with dispatch to see if his load was ready for hauling. That was the most logical decision, he shouldn't lose his job over a piece of pussy. Even if it was the prettiest, most delicious slice ever created on god's green earth.

Grunting at the mere thought of the bare cleft between her milky thighs had his mouth watering and cock thickening. Sucking in a deep drag until his lungs screamed, Daryl flicked the spent butt into the road and looked down the street at the shitty watering hole.

JJ's was a piss poor attempt at a sports bar, it's checkered floors sticky with spilt booze. The pool table was stained and far from level, the hanging light above flickering every so often. The long wood bar was scarred and sticky, it's surface carved with random initials.

Daryl sat in the same stool he had the week prior and order a couple shots of whiskey, his narrowed eyes looking over the room. He recognized the bartender as the same one from that evening, and a few of the drunks were familiar. There was no flirty blonde though, not a single blue eyed minx in the bunch. Stewing at the idea that Grayson was long gone and never to be seen or tasted again, Daryl grew angrier by the second. There he was, looking for some trim that he'd already fucked, like some pussy whipped asshole. Merle would have his balls on a platter if he'd witnessed the total bitch Daryl had become.

Shaking his head to rid the old bastard from his mind, Daryl threw back the shot with a hiss. Tapping the glass on the bar, he signaled for another as someone slumped into the set next to him. Glancing over slowly, he felt his heart rate kick up at the flash of blonde but frowned as he found a rough looking girl. The hair was brittle after too many bleaches and her make up heavy to hide the blemishes. He swallowed thickly as her perfume seemed to hover around them, the floral scent cloyingly sweet.

"Hey sugar." She mewed, her teeth biting onto her painted lip in an attempt to look shy. Daryl couldn't stop looking at the hot pink now smeared on her teeth, the sight nauseating for some reason.

Grayson wore makeup but it wasn't like the woman's, it was just enough to notice but not enough to cover anything. She was real and open, he liked that about her. Grayson wasn't a bullshitter or fake, she was just herself no matter what anyone thought.

"Ain't interested." He replied, the squint in his eyes meant to deter but only had her smirking further. Daryl knew girls like her, the ones who liked to mess with the rough men. His brother had a few groupies that liked his gruff and obnoxious ways, even if it got them manhandled from time to time.

"Well, how would ya know without talkin' t'me?"

"Because he isn't interested in loose ham wallets, Crystal." A sultry voice drawled from behind him, the familiar cadence sending shivers down his spine.

Glancing over his wide shoulder at the welcoming sight, he chewed his lip, while looking her over. Grayson wore dark jeans and a loose sliver top, her slim legs lengthened by spiky heels. She held a glass in one hand and propped her other on her hip.

"Fuck you, bitch." Crystal hissed.

"No thanks." She replied with a quirked eyebrow. "I'll pass on the vd."

The other woman huffed out a breath before stomping away, leaving Grayson looking over Daryl with jewel toned eyes.

"Well, Happy Fuckin' New Years to me." She quipped, her tongue swiping across her bottom lip. "You lookin' for me D?"

An indifferent grunt escaped his throat, as he gulped his liquor, his dick twitching as the pink sliver of tongue was bitten between her straight teeth. Daryl clenched his hands into tight balls to keep from grabbing her and taking her over the shoddy bartop, other patrons be damned.

Smirking at him, Grayson teased, "Don't be shy. Admit it."

Daryl's lip twitched as she slunk up to his side, her hip resting against his thigh. "Just drinkin'." He rasped, tipping his glass back to demonstrate it.

"Mhmm." She hummed lowly, the sound standing the hair up on the back of his neck. "So... you weren't lookin' to ring in the new year with me then huh?"

Grumbling at the question, Daryl hadn't realized he'd reached out until his hand slid along her lower back and grasped her opposite hip. The heat from the soft curve had his fingers clenching and chest rumbling with want.

"Yeah, I figured you'd like the sound of that." Grayson murmured into his ear, her tongue darting out to trace the shell. "So say it."

"Wha'?"

"Say you're lookin' for me."

"Fuck, girl." He grunted, rolling his shoulders uncomfortably. "A'right... I was lookin' for ya."

"Oh yeah?"

Humming deeply, Daryl cocked his head to the side to rasp into her neck. "Lookin' t'fuck ya 'til next year."

A husky laugh escaped her pouty mouth as she smiled at him, her eyes sparkling. "Well, c'mon then." She murmured, before sauntering away from him with swaying hips and flirty eyes thrown over her shoulder.

Daryl followed Grayson down the hallway to the bathrooms, his eyes flicking over the bar to see if anyone gave a shit to their obvious intentions. Finding nothing but drunks not giving two shits if two nomadic nymphos fucked in the bathroom, Daryl slid into the women's restroom.

Grayson sat on top of the counter top, her heels kicking back and forth as she bit her lip in anticipation. His eyes stayed on her, the gaze darkening with every thundered heartbeat, as he flipped the lock. He watched her breath hitch at the sound, her shadowed eyes widening as he approached.

"You shouldn't be in here. This is the girl's room." She scolded, her eyes playful.

Smirking at her, Daryl reached out to grip her thighs, his fingers curling into the hollows behind her knees. He tugged her to the edge sharply and spread her legs wide enough for his hips. Grayson gasped when he rocked his hard-on in between her soft thighs.

"Ya want me t'go?" He asked with thick southern grit, sucking her ear lobe into his hot mouth. "Could jus' go."

"No." She moaned, her fingers curling into his belt as he pretended to pull away. "Don't go."

"We don't gotta do it here." Daryl murmured, his lips twitching as she squirmed against his front, her mouth attaching to his collarbone.

"Please, D." She spoke softly, her eyes widening in a way that he would never be able to say no to. Grayson could ask him for his left nut and he'd probably offer the right one as well.

"Damn, darlin'." He rasped, yanking her firmly against his groin. "You're needy lil' bitch, huh?"

"I just like your dick."

"Mmhm. I know you do." Daryl rumbled into her neck. "Get down and turn around. Want ya t'watch me."

"Watch you do what?"

"Fuckin' ya."

Grayson's nails bit into his neck as she yanked his mouth to hers, her teeth pulling at his lips hungrily. Hissing as she drew blood, Daryl held her jaw firmly.

"Bad girl." He growled, swiping his tongue across the sore spot and tasting copper. The satisfied smirk that twisted her lips made his temper burn and dick throb.

Wrapping his hand around her neck, Daryl tugged her sharply towards his mouth. Growling as he dove aggressively into her taunting lips, Daryl yanked her from the counter and spun her around. He pinned her with a glare in the mirror that was close to the heat of the sun, his navy eyes daring her to look away.

Reaching around her waist, Daryl untethered her belt and shoved her pants down. The barely there scrap of lace, that kept him from the wet treasure, was defenseless against Daryl's thick fingers. One violent twist and the torn fabric was shoved in his pocket, his teeth flashing at her in the reflection.

"Pervert." Grayson drawled, her eyebrow raised.

Daryl narrowed his eyes before tugging her hips back into his groin. She muffled a moan into her shoulder as he ground against her from behind.

"Ya gotta be quiet." He rasped, his hand smacking her ass playfully. "Or ev'rybody's gonna know what a dirty lil' slut y’are."

The way her lips dropped open and eyes widened, had him sliding his zipper down instantly. She wanted what he could give her and he wasn't going to make her wait any longer.

The steel that resided below the heated skin, felt harder than ever before. Daryl pumped his hand several times, the man struggling to keep his own voice down. Pressing into her sopping opening, Daryl clenched his teeth and watched Grayson in the mirror. She looked feral, her eyes wild as he drove into her with little restraint. He snapped his hips into her perky ass, enjoying the way her mouth turned into a perfect 'o' with every thrust.

Snarling at the restricted view of Grayson's other quality traits, Daryl tugged the front of her low cut shirt down. He could see lacy edges and hints of rosy nipple but it was far too little. He rumbled with irritation, while groping at the subtly exposed curve, his fingers delving underneath the delicate fabric. She shuddered under his weight, as his nails scraped across her pert nipple.

"Wanna see 'em." Daryl growled, his voice hoarse from the effort of drilling into her from behind. Grayson bit her lip hard, her eyes squinting as he pulled her bra cup down and clutched her breast tightly, pinching her nipple. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him, the heat sucking him in and refusing his withdrawal. He continued to rocking into her spasming core, as she came long and hard, her groans swallowed and bitten down. Massaging her breast, Daryl plucked at the pink peaks, while kissing her neck.

"Ya like that?"

"Yeah. We gotta hurry, D. Somebody's gonna come soon."

"Yeah, they are." He grunted into her ear, before releasing a barrage of deep thrusts. The sound of skin slapping was uncontainable but their moans were muffled between clenched teeth. He enjoyed the way her breasts bounced with every thrust, her body bent over the counter as her hand pressed into the mirror. She was flushed and sweaty, her eyes pitch black as he impaled her repeatedly with vigor. Much too soon, he balls began to tighten and the tightly wound tension released, turning his control into dust. Daryl kept his eyes on Grayson as he came long and deep inside her, his hands squeezing her breast and hip. His dick throbbed as though it had never experienced such a thing before. Thick pulsing aches had him rocking into her lazily, his face pressed into her neck as he spoke, "Fuck, darlin'. So good."

Grayson hummed lowly, her face turning just enough for him to kiss her deeply. They pulled apart and Grayson headed into a stall to clean up, while Daryl straightened his clothing. Tucking his dick away, he looked over his flushed face in the mirror with a smirk. Grayson was the most surprising thing he'd ever had happen to him, he couldn't help but feel cocky for landing her.

"You leave first." She advised. "I'll meet you outside."

"A'right." He drawled, yanking her into his chest. "Don't take too long."

"What, you gonna leave?"

"Nah." He muttered, brushing his nose along her neck to inhale her natural sweet scent. "I'll just make ya pay for it later."

They met up outside, Grayson flashing him a smile as she pointed. "Rides over there."

Nodding, he jut his chin towards it and drawled, "Let's go."

All he could think about was the woman walking next to him, her shoulder brushing his leather jacket as they headed to her truck. He could still taste her on his tongue and couldn't stop himself from taking her wrist and yanking her to a stop.

Grayson looked at him in confusion as he stopped in his tracks. "Changin' your mind?"

"Nah." He replied, his hands gripping her hips, while shuffling her backwards to the brick building. Hiking her up his body with little effort, Daryl clutched her ass, while she kissed him hungrily. He pinned her against the bricks and allowed his tongue and teeth to explore her mouth and neck. Feasting on her, Daryl rocked his hips between her legs as she moaned into his mouth.

"Fuck." She gasped, her head thrown back to expose more sensitive skin for him to devour.

"Again?" He grunted, pulling back to peer up at her, as her arms wrapped around his shoulder's and neck.

"Yeah, right here." She sighed, as his mouth nipped along her jaw to return to her mouth.

"Ain't fuckin' ya on the street, ya greedy bitch." Daryl rumbled into her parted lips, the urge to do just that, almost overwhelming him. He could feel the heat from her core and knew what it would feel like stripped of clothing, all wet and welcoming.

"Let's fucking go then, cowboy." She growled, nipping his bottom lip before flashing him a coy grin.

"Ya in a rush darlin'?"

"Fuck yes, I am." She quipped, her eyebrow cocked high. "Did you not watch yourself in the mirror? You're hot as hell."

"Stop." He grumbled, his neck heating at her compliment.

"I'll stop when you fuck me more, D." She murmured, brushing her pouty lips against his. "Soooo. What's it gonna be?"

The room looked the same, its cheap sheets still wrinkled and clothes piled on the floor. Daryl glared at the bed and muttered, "Anybody else been in here?"

Smirking, Grayson shrugged off her jacket and slipped out of her heels. "You're always so concerned about that."

Growling at her invasiveness, Daryl tossed his jacket aside and toed off his boots. "Answer me."

"No I haven't fucked anyone else in here." She replied, her eyes sparkling as he read between the lines.

"Ya fucked somebody though."

"We aren't married Daryl." She deadpanned, her arms crossing and hip cocking to the side.

Grinding his teeth irritably as he approached her, Daryl rasped, "Ain't lookin' for that."

"Good, then my time is spent doing whatever the fuck I want." She quipped, tugging him closer to tease him with her pink tongue and soft lips. "You gonna pout all night now, cowboy?"

Daryl rumbled at her taunts and the playful look in her eyes, but he was unable to keep his hands to himself. Clutching a handful of her ass, he dug his fingers into her hair and anchored her to his front. While brushing his nose along her neck, Daryl muttered, "Ain't poutin'."

"Oh yeah?" Grayson purred, her fingers tracing the thickening outline of his dick in his jeans. It was not even twenty minutes prior that he was buried inside her and he was already throbbing to get back.

Snapping his teeth at her teasing lips, Daryl rut against her palm. "Take it all off, 'fore I tear 'em off."

Grayson stripped herself of the slinky top and jeans, the last scrap of lace dropped leaving her naked. His eyes roamed over the pale skin as he undressed, his eyes drawn to the yellowing bruises on her hips and thighs. He wondered if they were left over from their time or some other man's prints.

"God, they're from you okay." She huffed, crossing her arms over her breasts, which only accented them even more. "I haven't been with anyone else, okay."

Daryl flashed her rare grin and tugged her closer, uncrossing her arms to feel her bare chest pressed against his. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." Grayson muttered, her eyes suddenly shy. "This town is lacking in the dick department."

"Right." He murmured into her neck, his tongue darting out to taste her. "Just admit I ruined ya for other guys."

"Oh really? Ruined huh?"

"I told ya, ain't nobody gonna fill ya like I can." He rasped, his hands grabbing onto her supple curves. "Prob'ly don't even wanna try."

Chuckling at his claims, Grayson trailed a finger down his chest, her soft hand wrapping around the aching muscle pressed into her stomach. She pumped a few desperate groans from him, before she taunted, "Like I said before, D. Prove. It."

Daryl woke to the wet heat of Grayson's mouth engulfing his hard dick, her blue eyes peering up at him. He groaned in a sleepy state, his hands burying into her messy hair as she worked him over. Rocking off the mattress into her mouth, Daryl panted rough exhales through clenched teeth. Her tongue curled along the underside of his shaft, her hands cupping and massaging as her mouth sucked. Daryl's hands turned to fists as she moaned, the vibrations tickling his dick sunk deep in her throat.

Grayson was wicked, sent straight from the devil himself. Daryl was convinced of it when he hit the back of her throat and she sucked him straight into nutting in under a minute. He had no control when around her, she was dangerous.

Huffing out a breath when he slid from her hot mouth, Daryl yanked her up his body to lay upon his chest. He gripped her jaw, his calloused thumb brushing across her swollen lips.

"Ya like suckin' me?"

"Yeah."

"Mmhm." He grunted, nuzzling his face into her neck. "Dirty girl."

Humming low in her throat, Grayson's fingers curled into the sheets as his hands explored her. He could feel her wet against his thigh, her nude body pressed atop his. She writhed against him, her hips curling just enough for pleasant friction. The feeling of her slick pussy begging for attention had Daryl flipping her onto her back. He descended her body, his mouth lapping at her breasts and stomach greedily. Daryl bit her hip bones and nipped at her inner thighs, while spreading her legs wide and flat. The sight was mouthwatering, her reddening lips more than a little wet for him. Growling at the sight, Daryl nudged her clit with his nose and swiped her center with his tongue. Grayson moaned, her hands clutching her breasts as she watched him delve into her core hungrily. He slid fingers into her fluttering walls, the man pumping a firm rhythm as he slurped her clit messily. She was bucking into his face when the tight coil wrapping his digits cinched and then released. Her nails raked through his hair, the grip tugging at him.

"D." She sighed, her hips rocking into his lips. Daryl watched her shatter, her body undulating and writhing against his tongue. Humming into the wet flesh, Daryl gave her one more broad lick, before climbing up her body. He took in her flushed cheeks and plump lips, her blonde hair spread across the pillow and sheets. She looked like a fallen angel, all sweet and dirty.

The sound of distance fireworks and gunshots had Daryl glancing at the clock on the nightstand. It was a new year and he couldn't be happier to spend it wrapped up in the sexy blonde.

"It's midnight." He drawled, his lip pulling up on one side.

"Well, you gonna kiss me or what cowboy?" Grayson teased, her lip bitten coyly. Daryl brushed his nose along her and kept his mouth just out of reach as he rasped, "Happy fuckin' New Years, darlin."

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heavenseed76 · 3 years ago

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M&M's

Rating: E

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Paul Jesus Rovia

Warnings: M/F/M, threesome, M/M sex, MINORS DO NOT ENTER Homosexual sex, unprotected sex, consensual sex

Summary: Daryl tells Jesus about a wild threesome he had just before the turn.

Paul Rovia stared up at the ceiling of his trailer, his lover tucked against his side in the tiny bed. His long fingers scratched lazily at Daryl’s scalp, eliciting sound that bordered on purring from deep in the hunter’s chest. Daryl nuzzled Paul, pressing his lips lazily against the soft skin where beard gave way to nape and earlobe. Large but deft fingers played through the thick hair on Paul’s stomach beneath his navel, Paul’s own hand absentmindedly grazing up and down the attached arm.

“Ever had a threesome?” Paul asked. He was genuinely curious, as sex with Daryl Dixon was not the amateurish rutting he had expected.

“Thought we were done with this game?” Daryl’s voice was dark in his ear.

Paul moved his naked thigh against the semi hard cock resting gently against him, earning himself a hint of teeth on his earlobe. “I like learning things about you. It’s fucking hot, when you talk about sex.” Paul’s hand settled on Daryl’s larger one, as the hunter started reaching lower.

“Turns you on to think of me with someone else?” “Not- like not instead of me... but stuff you’ve done before and still think about.” Paul felt more than heard Daryl’s chuckle. “My m&m’s?” “You’re what?” Paul turned to look down at his smiling lover. “You wanna know my masturbation memories.” Paul blushed. “I guess so. Yeah.” Daryl huffed and rolled over onto his back, Paul rolling to his side, effectively switching places. “Alright. Yeah. I’ve you, know, had a threesome.” Daryl’s face and chest flushed deep red. “Spill.” Paul grinned wide and snuggled closer. “It wasn’t that long before the turn... before I met up with my brother. I was lit as fuck, can’t remember what I was on. I was drinking at this gay bar in Atlanta, went outside to smoke, and there was this girl, cryin. Just got dumped by her girlfriend.” Daryl sighed and looked down at Paul, who was rubbing circles over his chest, lazily thumbing a nipple every now and then. “I shared my cigarette with her, got to talkin. She was hot, with all this curly red hair. Big brown eyes, like a doe. Her friend comes out lookin for her. And he’s fuckin hot too. He’s wearing lipstick and eyeliner, but he’s built.” Paul hummed appreciatively, hips gently rocking against Daryl’s muscular thigh. “They took me to his place, and we started drinking. Next thing I know, chick is kissing me, put my hands on her tits. She gets on my lap and takes her shirt off. She’s got the most beautiful tits... Just fuckin perfect. I couldn’t keep my mouth off em.” Daryl’s eyes close, seeing the memory as Paul takes his nipple into his mouth. “But then, then I open my eyes and the dude is kissing her. And he is a sight- lipstick smeared...” Daryl gasps as Paul’s hand ghosts over his erection. “We all just kinda stop and look at each other. And then he starts kissing me. This girl-Jessica, her name was, she’s takin off my shirt and unbuckling my belt. Pretty soon they got my dick out and are jerkin me off together.” Paul leans over to kiss Daryl, cupping his testicles in his warm hand. Daryl shivers in his lover’s arms, turning slightly so their cocks bump against each other. He pulls Paul closer, taking a firm buttock in his large hand, helping increase the exquisite friction between them. “Tell me more.” Paul murmurs into Daryl’s ear. Letting out a groan, Daryl continues. “I don’t know how, but at some point I have this guy’s dick in my hand, and we’re both suckin this chick’s tits. She must have been fingerin herself, cuz she starts comin in my lap.” Paul whimpers and starts to stroke both of them with tortuous strokes. “We finally get into the bed, and she gets my cock in her mouth. She’s takin all of it- deep throatin like a porn star; I look down and dude is eating her out. But he’s watching me.“ Daryl scrubs a hand over his face, trying to continue his story while Paul slides his hand down and turns it, teasing over his entrance. “That’s hot... keep going.” Paul urges. “Jess finally gets a condom on me, pushes those hot tits in my face and starts riding me, and I’m seeing stars. I’m about to come and all of a sudden she’s tighter. The dude, Matt, he’s pushin into her ass!” Daryl groans as Paul pushes a slick finger into him. He’s already stretched, but Paul knows exactly what he’s doing and Daryl’s body begins to tremble. “Mmmhhmmm... I can feel his cock against mine and fuck if she didn’t squirt when she came.” Paul pushed a second finger into Daryl. “We all kind of stop- none of us were expecting it. I let Matt finish me off, first time I ever came in a dude’s mouth and he came all over those tits.” Daryl barely noticed Paul masturbating in earnest as his fingers picked up in pace and depth, reaching now for Daryl’s prostate. “Fucking-A Daryl! That is the kinkiest shit I’ve ever heard!” “Want you inside me.” Daryl all but pulls Paul on top of him, a panting, groaning mess. Paul slowly but eagerly presses his aching cock into Daryl, stilling as he hits bottom. Daryl arches his back, cock red and leaking. With a few deep breaths, Daryl keeps talking as Paul starts

moving. “Thing is, Jess is fucking insatiable. Those nipples. She can’t get enough of having them sucked. Matt fucks her again and I’m rubbing her clit, suckin those tits til she’s coming again. I think we all fucking, oh fuck, Paul ... passed out... don’t-don’t stop!” Beneath Paul, Daryl is a growling live wire, while Paul enjoys slow, deep thrusts into Daryl’s body. Paul can see Daryl’s cock twitching, the thrusts to the man’s prostate sending erratic streams of semen onto his lover’s stomach. He leans over to kiss the man below him, and it’s too much for both of them, Paul swallowing Daryl’s cry as their bodies spark and snap with their shared orgasm. The men slowly come down from the high of their orgasm, Paul stretching out on top of his lover, covering him with his warmth like an overfed cat. “Your turn.” Daryl finally caught his breath. Paul looks up to see Daryl grinning down at him. “You want to hear one of mine?” Daryl smirked, “Hell yeah.”

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Torn Chapter 2

Torn Masterlist

Pairing: eventual DarylxOcxRick. Setting: Season 1. Warnings: None that i can think of. If I miss something let me know. Word Count: 5,100.

Lori, Carl, Shane and Cassie were sitting around in a waiting room hoping to hear something about Rick and how the surgery was coming along. It felt like they were taking their own sweet time and when a nurse finally came out she looked solemn. “How is he?” Lori stood up and asked as soon as they realized that the nurse had come out to talk to them and not one of the many other family’s sitting around the room.

“We need you to sign a consent form. He needs a blood transfusion.” Lori nodded and quickly signed the papers with a shaking hand.

“What blood type is he?” Cassie stood up and asked and the nurse answered. “I’m O negative. Can I donate the blood for Rick?”

“Sweetie you don’t have to do that.” Lori told Cassie with a tired head shake.

“Actually I might.” Cassie politely corrected her. “With the uprising of accidents here lately I’m sure the hospital is short on blood. They need to save what they have for people who don’t have a family that care’s about them like Rick does.”

“Are you family?” The nurse asked Cassie.

“Not by blood, no.” Cassie answered with a shake of her head.

“We’ll have to run some blood tests, but your donation would be greatly appreciated.” The nurse told Cassie then looked back at Lori, Shane and Carl. “I’m going to turn in this consent form then I’ll come get you.” the nurse told the young woman with a nod.

After the nurse left, Carl turned to his mom. “Mom, can I donate blood? I want to help Dad too.”

Lori as calmly as she could, turned the little boy down then looked at Cassie with wide eyes. “Thank you so much.”

“It’s really no big deal.” Cassie replied as Lori grabbed her up for a hug. “Seriously, it’s just blood.”

Lori pulled back to look the younger woman in the eyes. “It may just be blood, but it mean’s more than you know.” With that Lori sat back down and pulled her son into her side.

Cassie was on her way back up to the waiting room from donating blood when she saw the first signs of military in the hospital. A bad feeling took over her gut and she practically ran to waiting room. “Shane, can I talk to you?” Cassie asked as she entered the waiting room with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Is everything okay, did you find out something about Rick?” Lori asked as she stood up.

“No, everything’s fine.” Cassie told Lori then looked at her dad and waved him over.

“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He asked as he walked over, genuinely worried.

“The Marine’s are here.” She stated, sounding as panicked as she looked. “That can’t be good. Things are getting really bad out there and I feel like a sitting duck here.” Her quickly rambled on. “It’s only a matter of time before those crazy people come looking for more drugs or what ever they’re on. That has to be why the military’s here, right? I mean, they had guns…at the ready.”

“Cassie, calm down okay?” Shane said placing his hand on his daughters arm in an attempt to calm her down. “If the military is here it’s to make this place safe. We’re safe here, okay?”

Cassie nodded and took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Now come on, let’s get back to waiting.” He jerked his head for her to follow him so she did.

She didn’t believe her father. Even though what he said made sense, she still had the gut wrenching feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Eventually, Rick was moved to ICU where one by one they were allowed to see him. When it was Cassie’s turn, she found it hard to leave. Rick’s pail skin and labored breathing was enough to make a new wave of tears slip down her face. She didn’t realize she had been standing beside his bed, staring down at him, until she heard her father’s voice. “Cass, you need to come out now. Lori and Carl need back in there.”

Hesitantly, she grabbed his warm, still hand and leaned down. She put her lips to his ear and whispered, “Please come back to me, Rick. I…we all need you.” Hesitantly, she placed a light kiss on his sandpapery cheek then let his hand go and walked out.

“I’m going to stay with him tonight.” Lori told Cassie and Shane.

“I wanna stay too mom.” Carl spoke up making everyone look down at him.

“No, Cassie is gonna take you home and stay with you so you can go to school in the morning.” Lori argued.

“School?” Shane asked with a head tilt.

“You really think he’s going to be able to concentrate knowing that his father is lying up in the hospital?” Cassie asked with wide eyes and a tilt of her head, looking so much like Shane it was unreal.

Lori sighed and looked down at her son. “Fine, but you’re goin’ after tomorrow and you’re still goin’ home tonight.” She told the little boy who looked disappointed, then she looked back up at Cassie. “Do you mind taking him home and staying with him?”

“No, not at all.” Cassie answered with a shake of her head then placed her hand on Carl’s back. “Go get your backpack, Bud.” As he ran off Cassie turned to her father. “Are you staying here or am I taking your car?”

“Im’ma stay here.” He said with a look at Lori who nodded.

Cassie did as asked and took Carl home even though what she really wanted to do was stay at the hospital. If she didn’t have to look after Carl she probably would’ve slept in the waiting room. It wouldn’t have been the first time. On her way out, military stormed through the front doors and Cassie knew that going home was the right thing. She just hoped that everyone still at the hospital would be alright. That Rick would be alright.

The next morning she woke up to Shane throwing a duffle bag on her bed. “Get up. We gotta go.” He told her harshly as he started throwing clothes on the bed for her to get dressed and pack.

“Go? Go where?” she asked, confused as to why she would need to pack a bag. “Are they moving Rick somewhere?” she got up off the bed and started packing her clothes.

“No, Cassie, Rick didn’t make it.” He kept tossing her clothes onto the bed.

Cassie froze. “What?”

“You were right about the military. It got bad, they were supposed to medivac Rick to Atlanta, but that didn’t happen. Military started gunning people down in the hallways.” He stopped to look at his daughter. Their wide brown eyes and matching panicked looks made it seem as if Shane was looking into a gender swapping mirror. “Lori and I were lucky to even get out of there alive.”

“What so, ya’ll just left Rick there?” she asked, stunned and confused.

“No, Cass, I was goin’ to carry him out myself, but he was hooked to all these tubes and wires. I put my ear to his chest and… I didn’t hear anything. He’s gone. I’m sorry.” Cassie was in shock when her father put some clothes in her hands. “Now get dressed, and pack. We gotta get to Atlanta. The radio says there’s a safe zone there.”

Numbly, Cassie packed, got dressed and met the others at the jeep. With a glance down the suburban street, Cassie saw other family’s packing up as well. Once everyone was packed and ready to go, Cassie climbed into the jeep and they took off.

—Two Days Later—

A traffic jam caused them and other’s to head up into the mountains and make camp. On the second day, Shane and a young Asian man who had followed them up from the road, went to a nearby camping and hunting shop and cleared the place of tents and other camping equipment. She was thankful that Glenn had also thought to grab what toilet paper the place had because the only place they had to use the restroom, other than the woods, was the bathroom of the RV. It was old, but the older man who was driving it was doing his best to keep it up and running. Slowly everyone got acquainted with each other. On the evening of the second day they realized that the canned food was going to run out in a few days.

The next morning as she sat at the dying camp fire, along with some of the other campers, she listened to the conversation about the lack of food. Once a summer her step father had brought her on a camping trip. Her mother went the first few times, but quickly decided that being in the woods, surrounded by bugs and wild life wasn’t for her. Most kids from the city like Cassie would have hated the idea of roughing it, but she loved being able to get away from all the noise and hustle and bustle.

When she looked around at all the people standing and sitting around the fire, she noticed a man with a crossbow on his back. He looked rough around the edges, and had been seen with a man she assumed to be his brother, the Dixon’s, she thought someone had called them. From what she had seen of the older of the two he was an asshole, but the younger man hadn’t said much. She was actually surprised that the younger was even at the fire considering they had set their tents up further away from the rest, but in attempt to do something helpful she decided to ask if the bowman had another bow, hopefully a recurve or compound like she was used to shooting. When she saw the man walk away, she got up to follow him. Shane caught her wrist in his hand, stopping her. “Where are you goin’?”

“I need to talk to someone. I’ll be right back.” She told him hoping he hadn’t seen her watching the unnamed guy and didn’t know where she was going. If he knew she was going off to talk to one of the Dixon’s, he wouldn’t let her go. He had made his opinion of the two men very clear. So when he didn’t let her go she came up with a lie that would make him uncomfortable and he would have to let her go. “Do the words feminine hygiene tell you enough?” It worked like a charm and he quickly let her go. She quickly caught up to the younger Dixon.

“What do you want?” the guy asked when he heard Cassie following him.

“To talk to you.” she stated as if her question had been dumb and he turned around to glare at her. “I have a few questions for you.”

“Like what, where the nearest shopping mall is?” he asked sarcastically after taking in the Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirt, jean shorts and high top converse.

“First off, that’s a bit judgmental of you.” she stated as she placed her hands on her hips. “Second, I’m not as preppy as my clothing probably suggests. I know how to hunt and I’m assuming by the crossbow on your back and the knife on your hip that you do too.”

“What’s your point?” he asked with a glance down at his knife before he looked Cassie up and down.

“The camp is getting low on food. People could really use some fresh meat and I’m not brave enough to go hunting on my own with all of those things roaming around.”

“So get your policeman daddy to take ya.” He said with a dismissive wave to the camp and took off walking to his tent.

“Shane is not my daddy. He’s the asshole who knocked up my mom and he would kill me if he knew I was even thinking about goin’ into those woods.” She said as she ran around him to stand in front of him. “Look, you don’t like me, that’s fine, you don’t have to. All I’m asking is for a little help. We’ll half whatever we kill between you and your brother and me and the camp.” Daryl looked like he was thinking it over so Cassie gave him a little time before she asked, “So we have a deal?” and stuck out her hand.

Daryl glared at her before he finally gave in and slapped his hand into hers. “Deal.”

“I’m Cassie by the way.” She said still shaking his hand.

“Daryl.” He told her, still glaring at her, then finally dropped her hand. “I’m goin’ out now if ya wanna come.” He started off towards the woods.

“I was kind of hoping you had an extra bow or something.” She said and he turned to look at her with the glare that seemed to be his permanent expression. “All I have is a pistol and it would probably be a bad idea to be firing that off up here.”

Daryl sighed and jerked his head for her to follow him. He led her to his truck where he pulled a compound bow out of the back seat. “Don’t let Merle know you’ve got this.” He handed it to her and she gave him a small smile. “Ya do know how to shoot it right?”

“Yeah, as long as the draw weight’s not too much.” She surprised the shit out of Daryl when she gave the string a pull and actually managed to draw it back all the way. “It’s a little much, but I’ll get used to it.” She said as she eased the string back down. “Thanks.”

Instead of saying you’re welcome he jerked his head for her to follow him. The two didn’t talk much, but on that first hunting trip a silent friendship was formed.

Shane naturally freaked out when she showed up to camp with Daryl behind her and a bow in her hand. They were dividing up the kill when Shane stomped over with his hands on his hips. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Shane asked as he headed over to where the two of them were silently sorting their kill. “Runnin’ off like that, with a Dixon no less.”

“I didn’t run off, I went hunting.” She answered not looking up from the dead rabbit’s and squirrels that she and Daryl were lining up on the ground to be counted and split.

“You said you were goin’ lookin for feminine stuff.” He pointed out and Daryl snorted behind her making her smirk as well. Shane should’ve seen through the lie, even Daryl knew that. “What are you laughin’ at jackass?” Shane snapped at Daryl.

“I don’t have to tell you where I go or who I go there with.” She said as she and Daryl took turns picking up dead animals and placing them into their own pile until there was only one left. “I’m not a little kid anymore and you need to realize that.” Daryl motioned for her to take the last one so she took it then strung up her share of the meat and stood up.

“No matter how old you get you will still be my little girl.” Shane argued.

“I was never your little girl.” She stated. “I was just the burden you got stuck with.”

She walked around him to go skin the animals, leaving Shane and Daryl alone. “You lay and hand on her and I’ll murder your ass, you got that?” Shane said as he put his finger in Daryl’s face.

“Man, get your hand out my face.” Daryl grumbled and pushed Shane’s hand away as he walked around him back to his camp.

Shane knew that there was no stopping Cassie from going back out there with Daryl. She was too much like him, hard headed and stubborn. Neither of them had ever been one to let people tell them what to do. He also couldn’t deny that Cassie going hunting was bringing up the morale of the group and putting food in people’s mouths.

So Cassie and Daryl went hunting once a day. They managed to bring back enough for the whole camp to get full at dinner time.

(A Week Later)

“Hey, I’m goin’ out.” Daryl said as he walked up to stand by Cassie where she sat at the campfire. “You comin’?”

“Yeah.” He could tell by the off tone of her voice that something was different with her this evening. He chose to let it go, thinking she was just being a moody woman. “Do I ever not want to hang out with you?” she joked making her father give her a dirty look that she didn’t miss.

She grabbed her bow and the few arrows that she had left out of her tent then met Daryl and headed out. Things were going as usual until he noticed that she had stopped following him and moved to sit on a bolder that was half covered in moist moss. “What are you doin’?” Daryl asked walking back over to her with an arrow in his hand.

“I just need a minute, okay?” she asked not looking up from her hands in her lap. “Go hunting without me.”

“Na, I ain’t leavin’ you by yourself.” He argued as he walked over to stand a few feet across from her.

She just stared at the grass and how it curved up over his old brown combat boots. “I’ll be okay. I just…” she sighed and looked up at his ever glaring eyes. “I just need some time to myself. In the quiet, without Shane or Lori or Carl breathing down my neck.” For the first time his expression changed and she could actually see how pretty of a blue his eyes were. He started biting on his thumb, thinking about what he should do. “It’s always so noisy at camp, I never get a minute to myself and when I do I fall asleep the second my head hits the pillow.” She didn’t want to say that she simply needed time to fall apart.

“Alright, but I ain’t goin’ far, holler if you need me.” She gave him a nod then watched him until she could no longer see the wings on the back of his black vest.

That’s when she finally broke. Her head fell forward as dark brown waves that used to be kept straight, fell around her face, hiding her tears from the world. Nimble fingers splayed out on the rock at her sides a contrast to the pink, chipped polish on her nails. Salt water splashed onto her jeans as her thin, athletic body shook. The evening sun, filtered through the coverage of trees, kissed her wet cheeks as she tilted her head backwards with closed eyes. “Why?” she asked the sky as she opened her dark eyes. “Why did you have to take him from me?” her whispered words fell on deaf ears. God was clearly angry with the world, why would he listen to his sheep now? “Rick was the one good thing in my life and you took him from me. I know that’s selfish of me, his family needs him too, but I feel like I’m the only one who misses him.” Her shiny waves fell back in her face when she looked down at the dewy grass. “I haven’t seen Lori or Shane shed a tear since we got here. Then again they haven’t see me cry either so what do I know?”

Eventually she realized that if Daryl found her talking to herself he would think she was crazy. So she settled for crying in silence, taking the time to let it all out while she had the chance. She was curled up top of the bolder, still crying softly when Daryl came back. She was so lost in her thoughts, memories of Rick, that she didn’t even know he was standing right next to her. Not until he bumped her freckled arm lightly causing her to jump so high she nearly fell off of the rock. Daryl didn’t give her the chance to hit the ground. He quickly grabbed her around the waist and under her legs and placed her back on the bolder. After he was sure she wasn’t going to fall he pulled a red shop rag out of his back pocket and a bottle of water out of his bag. She took the offered items without question. As she unscrewed the cap and took a drink he asked, “You good now?”

“Yeah.” she laughed then put the cap back on the bottle and handed it back. Then she started wiping her tears. “I’m good now. Thanks.” With an outstretched hand she offered him the oil stained material.

“Na.” he waved his hand at her. “You keep it. I got more back at camp.”

“Thanks.” She told him quietly as she slid down off of the rock.

He gave her a nod in return as he watched her tuck the rag in her right back pocket. He had to restrain a smile as the thought of what her father would think when he saw the rag in her pocket when they got back to camp. He’d probably try to tell Cassie that he was rubbing off of her or something. She started tromping through the overly tall grass back to camp when Daryl stopped her. “You might not wanna go back to camp just yet.”

“Why?” Cassie asked as she turned to see that he was still standing where she had left him. When he didn’t head her way she walked back over to him.

“You’re face is all red, tear stained.” He said as he motioned to her face with his pointer finger. “Shane would probably try to beat my ass if you went back lookin’ like that.” She nodded and wiped at her face as if there were still tears to be wiped. “Hmm.” Daryl hummed, leaned around her and pulled the rag out of her back pocket. She was about to as him what he was doing when he grabbed the bottle of water out of the bag and used it to wet the rag, turning it a darker shade. He twirled it around in the air to cool it off then held it out to her. “Wipe your face, cool down some.”

She just watched as he took the two steps over to the bolder and pulled himself up. After wiping her face she pulled herself up to sit beside him. She draped the rag over her face and laid back, letting the slight breeze cool the wet rag. “You know, in the whole, week or so that we’ve been hunting together I think this is the most you’ve said to me.”

"Yeah, I'm not exactly a man of many words." Daryl said with a glance over his shoulder at her even though she couldn't see him.

"Yeah," she laughed a little as she said the word, "I kinda figured that out." After a little while she sighed, at piece for the first time in a long time, as she stretched her arms out to the side. "You’re nice though." She paused to pick up the rag and twirl it around in the air, cooling it off again, then draped it back over her face. "Nicer than most people back at camp probably realize."

Uncomfortable with receiving compliments, he changed the subject. "You ain't so bad yourself." He couldn't see it, but Cassie smirked under the rag that was starting to dry out from the breeze. "Not nearly as mouthy and bitchy as ya looked like you'd be."

Cassie took the rag off of her face and sat up, looking at him across her shoulder. "Mouthy I get, but bitchy?" She asked only slightly offended. "I really came off as a bitch?"

"Na, you were guilty by association." Cassie's dark, tamed brows drew together as she tilted her head questioningly. "I don't much care for Lori and it's no secret that Shane's a prick."

"Ah," Cassie turned her eyes back to the trees. "Well I'm glad you gave me the chance to prove you wrong" she slid off of the rock then turn back toward Daryl. "It's gonna be getting dark soon. We should probably head back before Shane sends a search party." She watched him slide off the rock, landing on his feet with a thud, then move to stand across from her. "How do I look?"

He closed the gap between them to just a few inches as he inspected her practically flawless face. It surprised her when her pulse sped up at his nearness. For a split second when their eyes met, she thought he was going to kiss her. Thankfully though, he stepped back and said, "You're a little puffy under the eyes."

"You think anyone will notice?" She asked as the both started toward camp.

"Na, you're fine."

They were on their way back when they stumbled across Lori and Shane going at it in the grass. They were so into it that they didn't see Cassie slap her hand over her mouth and rush off in the other direction or Daryl follow behind her. "Oh my God." Cassie said when she finally came to a stop and leaned against a tree.

"I take it you didn't know about that?" Daryl asked standing across from her.

"You did?" She asked as she pushed off the tree and started walking around absentmindedly.

"They ain't exactly discreet." Daryl's words pulled Cassie to a stop.

"How long have you known?" Daryl just stared at her. Not sure if he should answer the question. She looked like she was about to snap. "I'm not gonna get mad at you. Just tell me how long?"

"Caught 'em bumpin’ uglies three or four days ago." He hesitantly answered. “They’ve been goin’ at it like rabbits.”

"Rick hasn't even been dead two weeks and their already hooking up." She said as she leaned on the tree again. "How can they be so disrespectful?"

"Some people ain’t got a conscience." Daryl said with a shrug.

"Yeah, apparently not." She said, still shocked.

"You gonna be alright?" He asked and she nodded then pushed herself off the tree. They walked back in comfortable silence, Cassie forcing herself to accept what she had no control over before she laid eyes on Shane.

When they got back Shane and Lori were already back, acting like they usually did. The first thing Shane noticed when Cassie and Daryl came walking back into camp was her red eyes and the slight puffiness under them. He wanted to talk to her about it, but he knew Cassie would blow up at him. So instead he sent Lori to talk to her.

So when the camp fire has dwindled down and everyone else had gone to bed, Lori moved to sit next to Cassie. "Hey, can I talk to you?" The younger woman didn't miss the fact that Lori looked around to make sure they were alone.

"Okay?" Cassie scooted away from Lori, getting her out of her personal space.

"I couldn't help but notice that you and Daryl didn't bring back as much as you usually do." Lori leaned forward to rest her elbows on her legs. Her thin brown hair fell around her face.

"We've been hunting in the same area for a while now. We're gonna switch it out tomorrow. Hunt over that way." Cassie pointed in a different direction, totally lying through her teeth.

"And when you came back you're eyes were red and puffy." Lorie looked at Cassie over her shoulder.

"My allergies have been acting up." Another lie.

"Cassie I've known you since you were seventeen. I know you don't have allergies." Lori sat up and turned toward her. "If he hurt you, or tried something, you need to tell someone."

The glare that Cassie cast at Lori could have killed. "We come out of the woods with fewer kills than normal and that's the first conclusion you jump to? That Daryl hurt me?"

"Well you were out there a long time, longer than usual so it's either that or you're doin more than hunting out there." Lori said with a judgmental shake of her head.

"Oh my god, seriously? That's what you think? That I'm screwing Daryl?" Cassie said as she pushed herself up off the log.

"Well you two have been spending so much ti-"

"Just shut up, Lori." Cassie snapped causing Lori to stare up at her like she had gone crazy. "I'm not a slut."

"Well, hanging around a guy like Daryl..." Lori said with a suggestive tilt of her head.

"A guy like Daryl?" Cassie asked and Lori shrugged. "You don't know a thing about him."

"I know enough to know he's not good for you." Cassie just glared at the ugly woman. "You're daddy feels the same way."

"Okay." Cassie put a hand on her hip and poured her finger at Lori. "First off, do not call Shane my daddy." Lori stood up and opened her mouth to protest but Cassie cut her off. "And second I'm not screwing Daryl. Unlike you and Shane I'm not stupid enough to have unprotected sex in the middle of the woods to get pregnant or eaten by a walker."

"You know?" Lori asked, her eyes even wider than before.

"Yeah, I know." Cassie said fighting back tears.

"Have you told anyone?" Fear was clear in Lori's eyes.

"No and I don't intend to." Cassie managed to keep her voice strong as she got her emotions under control.

"You don't?" Lori sounded relieved.

"No, because unlike you, I have morals." Cassie started to walk around her, but stopped and turned back to Lori. “Oh, and my eyes are all red and puffy because unlike you, I’m still grieving the loss of the honest, loyal man who was your husband…who I considered a very close friend.” Lori let a few tears slip down her cheek before she wiped them away. “So maybe you and Shane should focus more on your own choices and less on the one’s I’m making.”

That night, Cassie had a hard time going to sleep. Eventually after hours of tossing and turning, she finally drifted off to sleep.

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