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heavenlytouches · 6 months ago
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Masterlist
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started: 01/06/2022 (got hacked)
last update: 10/26/2024
total works: 46 (without profile informations and reposts)
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walkingdeadjunkie · 5 years ago
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[IMAGINE] YOU AND DARYL DIXON FALLING IN LOVE WOULD LOOK LIKE:
(Not my GIF! But thank you to the lovely person who made it!)
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• You first saw Daryl when his group arrived in Alexandria and you find his brooding nature rather interesting. He is very different to the other people you had met here, a loner by choice and not by exclusion. One day he is dragged into the infirmary, badly wounded and in need of urgent care; you’re quick to stablize him however and over the week you help nurse him back to health.
• Once he is released you talk to one another every now and again, usually during spontaneous run ins around the town. Daryl is too reserved to approach you himself, so you’re the one who makes the effort to strike up a conversation. Once the chats begin to flow easier Daryl mentions key points from the last time you had spoken with him and you’re always impressed with his memory.
• He asks if you know how to protect yourself- concerned that you may not since you’ve been under guard from day one. Once you tell him that you’ve never had a chance to learn how; Daryl spends nearly every day training you on self-defence and basic archery. He even gives over a few weapons.
• You two gradually become closer and spend a majority of your free time together doing different activities that the other enjoys. You both believe that it is all platonic in nature, but the atmosphere hints at otherwise and there’s a lot of lingering glances from Daryl when you aren’t looking.
• Everytime he goes on a run he comes back with small gifts. It’s usually items that you’ve mentioned in passing or knick-knacks for around the house. When you thank him for them he shrugs you off everytime and says; ‘Ain’ nothin’.’ But you know he’s going out of his way to do this kindness, and you pay him back by cooking all of his meals without being asked, or tending to his array of constant injuries any time the need arises.
• He refuses to let you go out of the gates without him when medical help is requested. Regularly you two get into arguments about him being needed in Alexandria vs him needing to keep watch of you. He says that you can’t risk getting hurt because the town needs you, but you know that it’s more than that and so you always give in.
• When you break your leg during a mission Daryl helps you with everything at home until it is fully healed. He doesn’t listen when you tell him that you’re more than capable of doing chores with your hands and forces you to rest instead because he wants to care for you like you do for him.
• Over a bowl of stew Daryl asks you about Saddiq and tiptoes around the question of whether or not you are interested in him. Surprised, you burst out into a fit of laughter that lasts until your stomach burns and slap Daryl’s shoulder- quickly reassuring him that nothing has ever been like that at all and if there was he would be the first to know. He doesn’t allow his face to betray his relief and instead says Michonne asked him about it in private.
• You give Daryl a spare key to the house and tell him that he’s welcome to come and go for anything he needs. In the beginning he doesn’t use it, but after a few late nights talking together until exhaustion he starts sleeping on the couch and gets more comfortable to come inside on his own. Eventually you convince him to take the bed after his overnight runs while you’re at work, and now he leaves his pillow behind for his regular return in the morning.
• One day things change between you both. The conversations are emotionally intimate with a lot of comforting, he starts to spend time in bed with you on his off nights and you’re becoming increasingly bold with tugging on his sleeve for attention. You start to like being so close to Daryl and so does he. However, it seems to be a double edged sword as he begins to silently resent other men being too close to you. Appearing out of thin air during chats with someone that makes you laugh a lot, standing extra close to you in public while around the others and asking you for help on mediocre jobs to get you away from certain company. You always make sure he feels cared for during those tense times; mistaking his possessive moments for a bad day and doing something special to cheer him up.
• Daryl comes by while you’re at work and convinces you to take a few hours off for lunch to go outside with him. He reaches out for your hand when you’re both out of eyesight and you melt at the gesture. It is the first time Daryl has held onto a part of you, and it makes you feel warm all over. He leads you to a small clearing a few minutes away and when you see the meadow you’re completely in awe. It’s beautiful; the floor is littered with pastel flowers, full-leaved trees create a dense wall all around and the sun warms your face as you lay down shoulder to shoulder with him. Neither of you let go, and instead just enjoy the moment of being together and not thinking about the years of horror you’ve had to endure and will continue to. You feel safe. You always do with him. After a long pause Daryl speaks up and says that this is his second favorite spot in Alexandria; when you ask what the first one is- he mumbles hurriedly with:
“Where I was las’ nigh’.”
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spitefulsatan · 6 years ago
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Annoying
Daryl- You weren't scared of much anymore, but there was one thing that always got you, Snakes, those dirty, slimy little things were everywhere and you hated them, One day while you were helping Daryl and Rick Garden one of those suckers came slithering right next to you, and of course you made a scene, you screamed like a little girl cause both Rick and Daryl to aim at you with there weapons, Once they realized that there wasn't anything really wrong and you screamed over a mere Garden Snake, Daryl never left you alone about it, he would always push you near them or pick them up and dangled them over your head, one time he picked one up and held you down while dangling it over your face.
Rick- Again, there wasn't Much that scared you but You had a massive Phobia of bugs. Not just big bugs, All bugs. Especially Grasshoppers, they freaked you out and Rick Knew it, While you two were Gardening he would pick them up and throw them at you, causing you to scream and everybody to think you were hurt.
Carl- You loved you hair, and it HAD to be perfect, all the time, no Exceptions. Carl knew you hated when people touched your hair and quite Frankly he liked how mad you got, He thought it made you look adorable, So every time you come of of your cell with your hair all pinned up, He'd Run by and knock it down with a loud laugh as he kept running.
Glenn (It Hurts to write his name..) - Now you'd gotten use to Glenn taking pictures of you, he said he wanted to always Capture your beauty, but what you didn't like is when in the morning's when you'd just wake up, looking like complete Doggie Crap, he'd snap a photo of you, bed head and all.
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bakugous-forehead · 6 years ago
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If your writing for twd now are your requests open?
If you’ve got any requests send them in, I’ll try my best😚
I’m thinking of posting up a prompts list for Daryl or other characters from TWD. Maybe one of the ones from my side-blog.
I hope my Z Nation mutuals don’t mind this turning into a multi-fandom blog🤦🏻‍♀️
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h-o-l-l-i · 7 years ago
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imagine...
Saying goodbye to Carl for the last time...
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“Say ‘Hi’ to everyone for me. Okay?” you said as tears streamed down your cheeks, “G’bye Carl.”
I hate myself for making this.
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scooby-nubie · 7 years ago
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Imagine finding out your boyfriend Carl Grimes got bit saving Siddiq:
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negams-blog · 7 years ago
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do what you do best. [negan]
IMAGINE; you unintentionally find yourself telling negan what to do and ends better than you expect.
lowercase intended || originally posted on wattpad.
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your hands traced patterns on his much large hands, his eyes were glued to yours as you sat over him. you were wearing once his large t-shirts over your small petite body and you had also spent the last hour beneath his satin sheets and now you had spent half an hour, listening to Negan talk about his new problem at hand--a new group making him want to pull out his head of hair and Lucille a couple of them.
"why don't you just do what you do best--corner them when they least expect it, wait till there out in the open and trap them into your hold, then you line them up like you usually do and taunt them, making them fumble with fear and nervousness, do what you do best."  the words had fumbled from your lips quicker than you had thought of them, you almost wanting to jump off the bed and collide head first into cement--no one had the nerve or aducity to tell Negan waht to do and you had literally done that, people never lived long after telling him what to do.
"are you telling me what to do, doll?" negan smirked, you had no idea if it was his seductive or sadistic smirk, negan had many smirks and you knew everyone but in that moment, you had no idea which one it was.
"I--I am no--" you stutter nervously, your heart was beating against your chest hard and you could've sworn it was going to come out and dance on the floor.
he didn't say anything, negan, just stared up into your eyes like he was looking straight through them and into your soul but you were pretty certain you had no soul when you were with him.
with no words spoken between either of you, negan effortlessly got himself out from under you and spun you down onto the mattress, now, the tables were turned and he was above you just you were with him previously. negan teasingly and seductively held your arms above your head and his face came down to yours, his lips mere centimeters from your own and you could feel his breath hitting your skin--sending all kinds of feelings through your body.
"you know sweetheart, the best thing I can do is you."
if you would like an imagine, don’t hesitate to ask me!
here is the list of characters/actors I am happy to do for you (please don’t ask me to do an imagine for someone who isn’t on the list, I have my reasons why they aren't on there.)
NEGAN OR JDM.
RICK GRIMES OR ANDREW LINCOLN.
DARYL DIXON OR NORMAN REEDUS.
GLENN RHEE OR STEVEN YEUN.
SHANE WALSH
ROSITA ESPINOSA OR CHRISTIAN SERRATOS
MAGGIE GREENE OR LAUREN COHAN
BETH GREENE
TARA CHAMBLER
please be specific about what you’d like done I'm happy to do anything you request for the characters/actors listed above!
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onlydarylnormanfic · 4 years ago
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All of You - Part 9 (The Test)
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8]
Summary: The people of Alexandria are still uneasy with her presence, despite now being Daryl’s wife. So, the Reader is determined to go on a run with Rick, Michonne, Aaron, and Daryl. She is determined to show the group that she can be of good use and try and calm the tensions between them. She goes on the run with them, despite feeling very under the weather, and helps the group salvage food and supplies from a nearby farmhouse. When she returns to Alexandria, Daryl insists on her going to see the doctor to see what is wrong. She finds out why she has been feeling under the weather, much to both of their surprise…
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You awoke to the sounds of the birds chirping and the town rising. You could hear voices here and there outside of your open window. You tossed and turned a few times, stretching out and groaning with discomfort as you felt your sore muscles. And then finally, you reluctantly opened your eyes.
“Ughh…” you groaned, closing them again and pulling the covers back over your head, trying to fall back asleep despite the sun rays beaming directly at you through the open window.
You heard Daryl’s footsteps walking down the hallway towards the bedroom. You heard the doorknob rattle and the door creak open. And then you heard a chuckle from Daryl’s throat fill the bedroom.
You forced your eyes open and flung the blankets down off of your face and upper body. You looked over at him with cranky, tired eyes.
“What?” you asked, with a slight edge in your voice.
This made Daryl chuckle again as he walked over with a cup of water for you to drink and a bowl of something else in his other hand.
Daryl shook his head and smiled, setting the glass of water and bowl down on your nightstand beside you.
“Nothin…” Daryl said with a knowing smile as he sat down on the bed beside you.
“What?” you asked again, smiling up at him as you started to awake to the dream that was your reality now, him.
He shook his head, looking away, unable to shake his smile as he watched you fall in love all over again with him as you slowly awoke.
It happened every day, and every day he wondered how he had gotten so lucky.
“Nothin’, it’s just…I never knew until we came here just how much you were *not* a morning person,” he said, chuckling again to himself.
You rolled your eyes and smiled sheepishly back up at him, pushing your arms to the bed and finally sitting up.
“Fine. I’m up. Happy?” you asked with another pout over at him.
He laughed softly to himself and nodded.
“Always,” he said reaching over and grabbing the bowl from the nightstand.
He grabbed one of the fresh strawberries inside of it and brought it to your lips.
“Here I brought ya some breakfast,” he said, gesturing to you to open your mouth.
Your lips smiled at him first, causing him to look up into your eyes again and admire the twinkle in them.
“You’re so sweet,” you said, looking over at him with thankful admiration for another few seconds before you focused on the strawberry and bit into it.
“Mmm…” you moaned happily to yourself as you closed your eyes and tasted the sweet fruit with a content smile on your face.
You swallowed it down and opened your eyes again to see Daryl smiling over at you with the sweetest smile on his lips as he watched you enjoy the fruit.
Life had been so damn good since you two had been married and settled down in Alexandria. Your dad had made good on his promise and let Alexandria survive on its own without his intrusive presence or demands.
You two had spent one full week in honeymoon heaven before starting your new life in this new community.
Since then, you had been trying to do as much as possible to prove your worth here. You couldn’t stand anyone thinking that you somehow thought you were above anyone or above the same hard work everyone else had to do to maintain this paradise in the middle of a deadly storm everywhere around you.
You grabbed a few more strawberries and popped them eagerly into your mouth, your stomach now alerting you to how famished you were.
You chopped away on them, grabbing more and popping them into your mouth. After you swallowed those you reached over, grabbed the water, and chugged it down. When you were finished you put the glass back on the nightstand and burrowed back down into your sleeping position. You looked up at him with a tired, but satisfied smile as your stomach and your eyes silently thanked him for the nourishment. But you couldn’t help but yawn, still feeling so tired.
Daryl looked over at you with concern for a moment. He brought his hand to your forehead, trying to feel if you had a fever. But you felt normal to him. So, he sighed with relief. He put the bowl down and walked around the bed, slipping into his side of the bed under the covers. He laid his arm out on the pillow above you.
You immediately lifted your head long enough to let him lay it beneath your head. You then laid back down and scooted into him, laying your arm over his chest as you settled into him.
He kissed your forehead a few times, smiling to himself as you turned into his body and cuddled into him. You two fit together like the perfect puzzle you were.
You smiled happily to yourself, closing your eyes as you burrowed into his neck, loving the scent of him.
Daryl wrapped both arms around you and held you close to him, watching as you closed your eyes and smiled, relaxing happily in his arms.
“You’ve been so tired lately,” Daryl said, kissing you on the forehead again and nuzzling into it as he closed his own eyes and held you tight.
“Maybe ya should stay here today and rest,” he said with sweet concern.
You shook your head, which laid on his chest, and nuzzled further into him, wrapping your arm around his body, underneath his arm.
“No, I can’t. I need to prove my worth here,” you said, opening your eyes and starring over at the open window opposite you with a wary look in your eyes.
As much as you did, you couldn’t help but feel like people were always judging your worth or your motives. You didn’t know if that was in your head or reality. All you knew was that’s how you felt most times you walked around here. The new world that you had desperately wanted for you and Daryl for as long as possible was turning out to be colder than you had imagined. Despite all of the anxiety you had for your own safety and insecurities you had pushed on, every single day as hard as you could. You did it for him, for your future together, and for the future of this safe haven.
“Ya don’t need to prove nothin’, Y/N. I’ll protect you,” Daryl said, hugging you as he said it.
He wanted nothing more than for you to finally be accepted her and put your mind at ease.
You smiled wider at his words, nuzzling into his neck and kissing it a few times before settling back into the crook.
“I know you can, baby. I just…I just need to prove myself as an equal here too. I have to,” you said, looking up at him with determined eyes.
Even though you didn’t often announce this worry out loud, he read it on your face every single time it crossed your mind. Which was more times than he had ever wanted when bringing you here. He wished like hell he could flash forward to a time when the people he knew and loved here would see how great you were. But all he could do was endure the first weeks of this new deal and hope that you and his family outside of you could somehow find common ground.
He looked back down into your eyes with worry, until he saw your resolve and nodded. He understood completely what that feeling was like and he admired how much you wanted to do this on your own merits. How could he say no?
So, he nodded, leaning down to kiss you softly. When he was done, he kissed your nose, then nuzzled it with his own, finally submitting to you.
“Alright. But, how about I let ya sleep a few more hours before we have to leave?” he asked, looking you over with loving concern again.
You looked up into his eyes and nodded, closing your eyes and then nuzzling into his body again, clinging onto him as if he was your only safety.
“Only if you stay here with me,” you said, starting to fall back asleep in his relaxing and loving arms.
Daryl smiled and settled his body further into yours until he was comfy, settling in to sleep next to you.
Once he did you smiled, and your eyes closed again. Daryl watched you fall quickly back asleep in his arms silently and contently. He dosed off soon after you did and you both fell into a peaceful slumber...
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You awoke before Daryl about an hour later. You had tossed and turned until your brain finally woke you up. You sat up and covered your mouth, feeling your stomach turning like crazy. You quickly ripped off the blanket over you and ran to the bathroom, where you hit your knees right in front of the toilet. You gripped it just seconds before you threw up the water and strawberries you had just eaten not too long ago.
“Ugh!” you groaned with disgust, wiping your mouth clean and quickly flushing the toilet.
That’s strange. You thought to yourself. You rarely, if ever, got sick. Maybe the strawberries had been bad you thought as you stood up and walked over to the sink. But your stomach did seem to be more sensitive the past week or so. You ran some cold water and splashed over your face, trying to cool it down.
“Y/N?” Daryl called out from the bedroom.
“Y/N, you alright?” he asked, looking over at the open door with confusion.
He had heard and felt you spring out of bed to the bathroom, waking him from his slumber.
“Yeah!” you shouted back, grabbing your toothbrush.
“I just wanted to make sure we weren’t going to be late!”  you shouted back, shoving the toothbrush in your mouth and washing it clean.
Within seconds Daryl was at the doorway of the bathroom.
He leaned up against it, looking over at you with an in-awe smile as he took you in. Even doing such a basic thing you looked like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
You leaned over and spit, rinsing your mouth, and then looked back over at him.
“What?” you asked self-consciously as you watched him take you in, hoping you looked better than you felt.
He walked over behind you and wrapped his arms around your body, looking at you in his arms, through the mirror in front of you two. He smiled to himself at the image of the two of you bonded together as if you were one. And from now on you were. He loved that. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you all to himself, forever.
“I was just thinkin’ about how happy ya make me,” Daryl replied with a smile over at you through the reflective mirror.
You smiled back at him, your heart melting at his words.
“Really?” you asked, nuzzling your head into his as you stared back at him through the mirror all feelings of discomfort leaving your body as suddenly as they had come on.
You wrapped your arms around his, that held you so securely, leaning back into his body with complete loving security as you fell back into him.
“So, you’re not sick of me yet?” you asked, looking up at him in the reflection with a happy, amused smile.
He leaned over and whispered into your ear.
“Not possible,” he said, focusing his eyes on yours this time as you two pivoted together.
“Yeah?” you asked as you turned around and into him.
You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, smiling wider as he wrapped his arms protectively around your waist and pulled your body into his.
He smiled back at you, leaning over and nudging his nose up into yours, his lips ghosting yours as he stared deep into your eyes.
“I’ve never loved you more,” he admitted with a smile of pure admiration.
He then closed his eyes and pushed his lips to yours.
You sighed happily as he kissed your lips gently a few times and then pushed his tongue into your mouth. You melted into his kiss as his tongue swirled passionately around yours, feeling instantly better at the feeling of him.
His hands immediately started to roam your back as he kissed you with more hunger.
You could feel how hard he was as he walked the two of you back into the counter behind you. As soon as your ass hit the edge of the counter Daryl brought his hand down in between your legs. He pushed his hand down into your panties and began to rub your pussy up and down.
“Ohhh, baby…” you whimpered at the feeling, pulling your lips away from his as your body fell back at his touch.
He grunted to himself, rubbing his leg up and down your inner thigh, trying to give his hard cock some relief. He was always so ready for you.
You groaned with confused happiness as you felt his hard cock running up and down your thigh, turning you on even more as his fingers played with you.
He pushed his lips to the side of your neck and began to harshly kiss it.
“Daryl…” you whimpered, closing your eyes and smiling to yourself at the feeling of him loving up on you.
He pulled his fingers out of you and ran his hands over and cupped your ass, under the fabric of your nightshirt, pulling your core into his.
“I need you, baby,” he whispered into your ear as he ran his hands eagerly up and down your ass with pure need.
“Do you think we have time?” you asked, trying to stay logical while he drove you fucking crazy for him.
“They can wait,” he said, leaning back over and pushing his tongue back in your mouth. He grabbed ahold of your tongue and began to swirl it around as fast as he could this time, causing you to moan happily into his kiss, completely submitting to him.
He knew that was all the convincing you needed. He brought his hands to the sides of your panties. He pulled his lips from yours long enough to step back and push them down to the ground.
He brought his hands to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them in front of you.
You stepped out of your panties and watched as he popped open his pants and pushed them to the ground. He stood back up and your eyes went wide with excitement as you watched his throbbing cock pop up to the middle of his bare stomach.
No matter how many times you two were together you were always amazed at how much he always wanted you and how good he always felt inside of you.
He walked over to you and pulled your shirt up.
You quickly raised your arms and allowed him to pull it up and off of you.
He then slammed his hand down on the counter beside you, silently ordering you to hop up.
You obeyed, quickly hopping up onto the counter. You spread your legs and brought your hands to the sides of his body. You stared down and watched as he grabbed his cock, stroking it a few times before bringing it to your pussy.
He ran it up and down your folds a few times and then swiftly pushed himself inside of you.
“Ah!” you cried out in pure pleasure as he shoved himself inside of you so quick.
His hands came quickly to the sides of your hips and ass. He gripped them tightly and began to thrust into you with full fervor.
You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his lower back as quickly as you could to endure the brunt of his excited cock. You looked into his eyes with pure happy disbelief as he started to fuck you the way only he could.
His jaw clenched at the pure look of loving desire in your eyes as he started to thrust harshly into you.
You whimpered and locked eyes with his, looking back at him with happy disbelief at the feeling.
He got lost at the look in your eyes, and how beautiful you were loving every second of him inside you. He stopped his cock’s motion just as suddenly as he had started it. He then wrapped his arms firmly around your body and pulled you up into his arms.
You quickly adjusted, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and resecuring your legs around his waist as he picked you up off the counter into his arms, still deep inside you.
“What are you doing?” you asked with a happy smile as he started to walk you out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom you shared.
“They can wait a few extra minutes…” Daryl said sweetly, walking you both back to your bed and laid you down onto it.
You two climbed up the bed in perfect unison until your head was back on your pillow and he was back on top of you, just the way you loved it.
He looked over into your eyes with a soft-hearted happy smile, pressing his lips sweetly to yours a few times before finishing his thought.
“…I wanna love my wife down right, just the way she deserves,” he finished with that sweet smile you loved so much.
You smiled back up at him, running your hand softly up and down his neck as you took him in. He was the most amazing man you had ever met and sometimes you still felt like meeting him had all been just a dream. But here he was every day reminding you that he was oh so very real and so very much in love with you. You felt the exact same way and you couldn’t believe that you had found such a love in the strangest of times.
“I love you, Daryl,” you said softly and with pure sincerity in your eyes, wishing you could freeze this moment in time forever.
His smile widened, and he nodded, nudging his nose up into yours and ghosting his lips with yours as he looked deep into your eyes.
“I love ya too, Y/N… Always,” he whispered, looking down at you and getting lost in all that you were and all that you had brought into his life since knowing you.
He couldn’t wait to spend every second of every day with you. He knew he would never get tired of having you by his side. You were his love, his rock, his everything. And he still couldn’t believe that he got to keep you for the rest of your lives.
You ran your hands down to the sides of his neck and placed them there, rocking your hips up and down his with a playful smile on your lips as you goaded him forward.
“Good. Now fuck me, baby,” you said with a slight whine in your voice.
He cocked his eyebrow at this as his eyes turned dark with desire for you again.
“With pleasure,” he said with another dark smile and then began to thrust his cock in and out of you again.
He started fast, hitting into you with pure driven lust-filled passion.
You moaned loudly, running your hands down to grip his shoulders as his cock pushed your body up and down with pure pleasurable force.
“Yeah? Ya like that?!” He grunted with pure excitement as he watched you loving his cock.
“Yes! Don’t stop!” you cried out loudly, rocking your hips up and down with more need as you felt your high coming.
He could tell you were close, so he sped up and increase his pressure on your core, just the way he knew you loved it.
“Ohh…Yes!! Don’t stop!” you moaned happily with every hit from his amazing cock.
He gave you everything he had, slamming harshly into you faster and harder until your hips locked up into his and you came so fast for him.
“Oh, God!? Yes, baby!!” you cried out as you hit your high, closing your eyes with a smile on your face as you enjoyed the amazing feeling buzzing through your body.
“Damn, girl!” Daryl grunted at the feeling of your pussy convulsing happily over his cock and the look on your face.
He sped up his cock, jackhammering into your hilt as fast as he could until he slammed into you and exploded deep inside you.
“Fuck!” Daryl growled, clenching his jaw shut and glaring you down as he came so hard because of you.
He growled again, slamming his cock into you again, pushing your threshold, prolonging his high.
You smiled up at him, bringing your hands back to his hair to massage it as he collapsed on top of you, burying his head safely into the side of your neck. You nuzzled your head into his lovingly, running fingertips softly up and down his back.
He was panting away his high into your neck, causing shivers of bliss to breakout across your skin.
You two enjoyed the post-coital bliss for a few minutes in happy silence. After a few minutes of silent bliss, he began to kiss your neck repeatedly, silently thanking you for the amazing feeling you had just given him.
You lightly patted his back.
“I think we should get going, baby. I don’t want to be late for my first run,” you said reluctantly.
He nodded into your neck, kissing your neck a few more times before leaning back to look back into your beautiful eyes.
“Are ya sure I can’t convince ya to stay here?” he asked, knowing the answer, but needing to ask one more time anyway.
You shook your head.
“I am coming with whether you like it or not, Dixon,” you said with a resolved smile.
He nodded, reluctantly, knowing that that would be your answer.
He then pulled himself out of you and rolled over onto his back. He watched as you got up off of the bed and walked over to your dresser. He watched as you pulled out an outfit to wear. He smiled to himself, rubbing his stomach absentmindedly as he watched you put on your panties, jean shorts, and your favorite black tank top. You looked over at him as you grabbed a pair of socks, noticing the dumfounding look on his face, watching you as you got dressed.
“What’s that look?” you asked curiously, hopping up onto the dresser as you put on your socks, looking over at him curiously again when you were done.
“Nothin’, it’s just… If it’s possible you look more beautiful than you ever have this morning,” he said looking over at you with pure loving admiration in his eyes.
You smiled and rolled your eyes, hopping off of the dresser and putting your hands on your hips.
“Don’t think that sweet talk is going to make me change my mind, mister,” you said with a pointed smile over at him.
He laughed and nodded in agreement. He got up and walked over to you, putting his hand on the side of your face as he looked over at you.
“So, damn, stubborn,” he said with a smile.
You brought your hands to rest on his hips and leaned into him.
“We wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t,” you said with another pointed smile, leaning up to kiss him.
You were swirling your tongues passionately around one another, getting lost again in one another when there was a rap on the front door. You pulled your lips from his.
“I told you!” you said, turning to walk towards the bedroom door to answer the front door.
You turned back around and looked his naked body up and down with admiration one more time before turning serious as your eyes came back to his.
“Get dressed, Romeo. We’ve got to get going,” you said, giving him another smile before turning and walking out of the door.
You walked down the hallway to the front door. You opened it to find Michonne standing on the other side of it.
She nodded a stern hello to you. She, along with most of Daryl’s family still hadn’t warmed up to you much since you had moved here. You guess you couldn’t blame them after what your father had done to them. But still, you were hopeful that one day they would accept you as one of their own. At least for Daryl’s sake.
“You ready?” Michonne asked, pure business on her face.
“Yeah, just give us a minute. We’ll meet you at the gate shortly,” you said with an apologetic smile.
If Michonne noticed, she didn’t let on that she did. She just nodded militantly and turned to walk towards the gate, her sword secured tightly on her back.
You grimaced and shut the door.
You turned back around to see Daryl now fully dressed, walking toward you with an awe-filled smile still on his face after your wonderful morning together.
You forced a small smile, trying to deny how nervous you were about today.
Daryl noticed the change in your demeanor and the look on his face turned to concern. He walked up to you and brought his hands up to cup your face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked with worry on his face.
You shook your head.
“It’s nothing…It’s just I don’t think they’ll ever accept me, Daryl,” you said looking up at him sadly.
He shook his head and then planted a few loving kisses on your lips before looking back into your eyes with resolve.
“Hey, don’t say that. They will. They just need time,” he said, trying to reassure you.
You looked away and shrugged, your confidence in that ever happening was obviously not very high.
“Y/N, they will come around. I know it. But right now? I need you to be focused on the job at hand. Because there is no way I’m allowing you out there if you aren’t focused on staying safe,” he said, dipping down and forcing your eyes back to his.
You smiled and nodded in agreement, taking a deep breath before answering him.
“You’re right. Alright, I’ll get my boots on,” you said.
Daryl nodded in agreement, breathing a sigh of relief. It was bad enough you insisted on coming out there where there was danger around every corner. He couldn’t have you distracted.
You two put your boots on in silence.
Daryl grabbed his crossbow, slinging it over his back, securing the strap around his chest. Daryl handed you your belt, which had two knife holsters on it. You quickly slipped the belt around your belt loops, buckling it tightly. He then handed you two knives that he had welded for you. You grabbed them and holstered them securely on both your sides.
Daryl brought his hand to your chin, grabbing it securely, and then looked seriously into your eyes.
“You stay by my side at all times, got it?” he asked, worry flashing across his face as he thought about all that could happen to you, the most precious thing he had ever cared about.
You nodded, smiling up at him with reassurance.
“I promise,” you said, knowing how worried he really was to have you out there.
You? You couldn’t wait to step foot outside and finally be free from any kind of walls. But you also didn’t want to die either. So, you would do as Daryl said. Even if you usually would fight him on it. You didn’t want to mess up anything. You wanted to be with this man, here at his home, for as long as you could. Hopefully, forever. So, you agreed to his terms with sincerity.
Daryl searched your face with worry on his, trying to find any ounce of defiance in his order in yours. When he was sure there was none and that you had fully agreed he took a deep breath and nodded. He dropped his hands from your face and grabbed your hand, holding it tightly in his.
He nudged his head towards the door.
“Come on,” he said and then pulled you away with him out of the house.
You shut the door behind you and then walked hand in hand with Daryl down the steps of your house and the streets of Alexandria.
You looked around nervously as you locked eyes with people as you passed. Most gave you a look of unease, some even hid their children behind them protectively as you walked past them.
Daryl noticed, his heart pinging with sadness at the look of uneasy sadness on your face as you tried your hardest not to feel it fully.
He nudged your shoulder with his.
“Hey,” he said, waiting for your eyes to come back to his at his behest.
“You here with me?” he asked with concern.
You smiled over at him, getting lost in his eyes as you always did, and nodded. You leaned your head onto his shoulder and squeezed his hand tightly as you forced your eyes forward towards the gate.
“Always,” you said, smiling genuinely as you remembered the love you had for this amazing man and why you chose to endure this.
You reminded yourself that nothing and no one would ever get in the way of you two being together.
He smiled happily to himself, kissing the top of your head sweetly before forcing his own eyes ahead to the gate and to the group you were going out with today.
You and Daryl walked up to Michonne, Rick, and Aaron, hand in hand. You straightened out as you grew closer to the group, noticing their wary eyes as they took the image of you two together in.
Rick was the first one to walk towards you two, looking over at Daryl and nodding seriously over at him.
“You ready?” Rick asked him,
Daryl nodded, squeezing your hand with silent support for you.
“Yeah, *we’re* ready,” Daryl replied, emphasizing the fact that you were also here to help.
Rick nodded again, looking over at you with a hard apology in his eyes and demeanor.
“Y/N,” he said politely and then turned and walked back towards Michonne and Aaron.
You looked over at Daryl with unsure eyes again, your nerves getting the better of you.
He leaned over, kissed your forehead, and then cupped the side of your cheek with his free hand before speaking to you again.
“Don’t worry, Y/N. Just stay with me,” he said with a comforting smile.
You smiled back, relaxing a little at just how much you loved this man.
“Okay,” you said, nodding in agreement back to him.
He nodded back and then you both gave your attention back to the others. Rick and Daryl nodded to one another and then Rick began to tell you all what the plan was for today’s run.
“Alright, today’s mission is like any other, to get as much supplies as we can to bring back for our people. Michonne and I found an old-abandoned farm not too far from here. It is fenced in and as far as we can tell is free from walkers. We have spotted a big garden with plenty of food on the vines. It looks like this place has been well-tended to up until now. Not sure what happened to the people living there, but we are going to use their absence to our advantage. Aaron, Michonne, and I will take the truck while Daryl and Y/N, follow behind us,” Rick stated, looking over at you warily for a moment and then over to Daryl.
“Daryl your job is to make sure you give us a heads up if you see anyone coming, dead or alive,” Rick ordered.
Daryl nodded in agreement.
“Keep your walkies on at all times. But only use them if you have to. We don’t know who’s out there listening,” Rick instructed everyone.
He reached into the back of the truck and pulled out a walkie, bringing it over and handing it to you.
You took it and secured it behind you, clipping it to your jean shorts.
Rick then looked around at everyone with his ever serious eyes and tone.
“Let’s get out there and start re-building what has been taken from us,” Rick said, clenching his jaw and resisting the urge to glance back over at you with his comment.
That didn’t stop Michonne though, she looked straight into your eyes with a wary harsh glare.
You looked away, trying to ignore her glare and focus on the mission at hand. Which would hopefully begin to earn you some trust with these people.
“Alright, let’s head out,” Rick said, twirling his finger around in the air as he walked over to the driver’s side door.
He opened it and hopped inside. Aaron went to the other side and hopped in. Michonne climbed up onto the back of the truck bed, sitting and leaning against the back of the truck’s cab. She slammed her hand on the window above her, signaling to Rick that she was secure and ready to go.
“Come on,” Daryl said and pulled you over to his bike.
He dropped your hand and slung his leg over, sitting easily on the big piece of metal.
You followed him and slung your leg over, settling in behind him. You put your hands on his sides to secure yourself to him and the bike.
He looked back at you silently asking you if you were ready. You nodded and looked forward towards the gate with resolve.
Daryl kicked up his kickstand and pushed his foot harshly down onto the pedal below, igniting the engine with a loud roar.
You quickly wrapped your arms around his body and leaned yours into his with slight fear. You had never ridden his bike with him before. So, this would be another new experience for the two of you.
Daryl felt your tight grip on him and looked back at you with a smirk.
“Hold on, darlin’,” he said, his smirk widening at the sight of you, of all people, being so nervous.
“Shut up and drive, Dixon,” you said with a playful smile, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.
Daryl smiled sweetly back at you as your spitfire nature returned to your being.
“Yes, ma’am,” Daryl said with another sweet smile over at you before turning his eyes and attention back to the road ahead.
The bike jolted ahead, and you watched as you both followed the truck to the gate.
The gate opened and away you all went. You held onto Daryl tightly as you took off together after the truck. You looked back and watched as the people quickly closed and locked the gate behind you, but not before you saw the look of anger on Sasha and Rosita’s faces as they did so.
You forced your mind and attention forward to the task at hand, ignoring the sudden urge to throw up again at the look on their faces. You took a few deep breaths trying to calm your upset stomach as you tried to focus on the mission at hand.
Daryl noticed your wavering body behind him, your grip loosening for a moment before you gripped him even tighter than before.
He looked back at you with concern.
“Ya alright?” he asked with a look of worry on his face.
You gulped back the sensation to puke because of your nerves and nodded over at him with a look of resolve on your face.
“Yeah. I’m okay, let’s just get this over with,” you said, your voice breaking at the end of your sentence, now wishing you hadn’t agreed to come out with him, but knowing you needed to prove your worth to the people your dad had wronged so deeply.
He looked you over with concern again and then nodded, turning his head and mind back toward the mission, knowing how important this was to you and the group.
You held on tightly to him as you all drove forward on the dirt road. You looked around and noticed a few walkers staggering slowly toward the sound of your vehicles far off into the distance. Your heart started to race as you watched them stretch out their arms following you. You shivered a little at the sight. You hugged Daryl, laying your head on his back and closing your eyes, trying to calm your nausea at the sight of the monsters.
You kept your eyes closed, hugging him tightly as the bike sped along, turning here and there until you felt it come to a stop.
Daryl kicked the kickstand down and the bike leaned to the side as it settled into its parked position.
You opened your eyes and noticed a big white farmhouse to the right of you. It was at least two stories with an attic. It was fenced in by a beautiful wooden fence that wrapped all the way around the property. There was a big red barn behind the house with a huge overgrown garden. From here you could see ripe tomatoes, cucumbers, corn, and what looked like squash growing under the massive vines.
You smiled at the sight of what looked like a glimpse of the old world. You imagined children running around playing in the yard while their parents watched them from their rocking chairs that now were empty on the front porch.
“We’re here,” Daryl said, looking back towards you, noticing you were still hugging him so tightly.
You rested your chin on his shoulder and looked over at him with the same happy smile.
“It’s beautiful here,” you said to him, a glimmer of hope filling your eyes at your vision of the future.
Daryl smiled softly back at you, knowing that look in your eyes by now.
“Yeah. It is,” he said softly, getting lost in your eyes for a moment until he heard the sound of the truck doors slamming shut.
“Come on, Y/N. Let’s get this done so I can get you back home,” he said with a nod of his head.
You sighed, slumping a little but nodded in agreement.
You let unwrapped your arms around him, bringing your hands up to his shoulders to brace on them as you swung off of the bike. Once your feet hit the gravel, your head started to spin a little, causing you to brace your hand on the side of his arm for a moment.
“What’s wrong?” Daryl asked, looking you over with concern again.
He had never seen you so off-kilter as you had been the past few days. He was starting to worry there was something wrong with you. And that worried him more than anything else in the world.
You shook your head, closing your eyes as your dizziness slowly subsided, bringing your hands to your hips as you steadied yourself.
“Nothing. I’m okay. I must just have some vertigo from the bike,” you said, trying to shake the dizziness from your being.
Rick, Michonne, and Aaron walked over to you two as Daryl swung his leg quickly over his bike and came to your side.
“You two ready?” Rick asked, looking over at the state of you, and then looked over at Daryl with confusion in his eyes.
You nodded, forcing your eyes to Rick’s.
“Yeah, we’re ready,” you said with hard resolve in your eyes.
You looked back at Daryl with a reassuring yet weak smile.
Daryl narrowed his eyes, looking you over with uncertainty. If it was up to him, he would have taken you home this instant to get you checked out by the Doc. But this was important to you. So, he nodded back to you and then forced his eyes back over to Rick’s.
“Yeah,” Daryl concurred, nodding over to Rick.
Rick looked you over again, noticing how sickly you looked, and then looked over at Aaron.
“Why don’t you two take the garden. Aaron, drive the truck up to it and you two can start filling the buckets with any vegetables you can find,” Rick instructed.
Aaron nodded, looking over at you with wary but kind eyes.
You looked over at Aaron and then back at Daryl with unease. Daryl noticed and leaned over to kiss your cheek and then whisper into your ear.
“It’s alright, Y/N. Aaron’s good people. I trust him with you,” he whispered, looking over at you with another reassuring smile.
You smiled back and nodded, taking a few deep breaths of courage before looking back at Rick for further instructions.
“Michonne, Daryl, you’re with me. We’re going to case the house and if it is empty, we will scavenge everything useful we can find. Grab the bags from the back of the truck and let’s get going,” Rick ordered with another hard nod at Daryl and Michonne.
They both nodded back. Michonne went to grab a couple of big duffel bags from the back of the truck.
Daryl looked over at you unsurely one more time before walking in front of you, turning his back on the others. He looked you over as he cupped your face, softly caressing the sides of them with his thumbs as he leaned down to kiss your forehead sweetly.
When he was done, he leaned back, his hands still securely hold onto your face, and spoke.
“Ya need anything, just call,” he said with sweet concern in his eyes.
You nodded, bringing your hand down to pat the top of his walkie on his hip as you answered.
“I will. I promise,” you said, leaning up to give him one last sweet kiss on his lips before dropping back to your feet.
“Be safe,” you said, your turn to think about all the things that could go wrong here.
“I’m comin’ back to ya, always. I promise ya that,” he said with nothing but pure love and admiration in his eyes as he looked you over.
Even after all this time, you were still the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on.
He nodded slowly, dropping his hands reluctantly from you after one more sweet kiss on your forehead.
You two nodded your silent goodbyes to one another and then Daryl turned back towards the group.
Daryl looked over at Aaron silently telling him to take care of you.
Aaron picked up on it right away and nodded back to him, showing Daryl that he would do whatever he could to make sure he kept you safe.
Once Daryl was convinced, he took one more loving look at you and then walked to the truck, grabbing two more duffel bags, and followed Michonne away towards the house. Rick nodded a polite goodbye to you and Aaron before grabbing two bags himself and following the other two.
You watched them all easily hop the fence and walk towards the farmhouse. Daryl looked back at you several times before forcing his focus forward.
You watched him walk away from you with nothing but a sad longing in your eyes. Every step away from you made your heart ache more.
“Well, I guess we should get started. Rick really does run a tight ship,” Aaron said, looking over at you with a reassuring smile.
You looked back over at him and noticed his pleasant demeanor toward you.
You offered a small smile back and nodded in agreement.
“Why don’t I open the gate. You can drive through, I’ll close it, and we can head over to the garden,” he suggested.
“Sure. Sounds good,” you agreed.
You started to walk over to the driver’s side door of the truck when Aaron placed his hand gently on your shoulder. This caused you to stop and look over at him curiously at his touch.
Aaron smiled over at you again.
“For what it’s worth? I feel the same way every time I have to leave Eric behind,” he said with a nod of his head and dropped his hand.
“Thanks,” you said offering him a sweeter smile this time at his olive branch towards you.
He nodded again and began to walk towards the gate of the fence just a few yards away.
You followed suit and walked over to the driver’s side door. You opened it and climbed inside, shutting it and starting the ignition. As you did so, you looked out your window, scanning the area for any signs of danger. You saw none. Instead, all you heard was the peaceful whipping of the wind and the cawing of birds in the air above you.
You started the engine and put the truck into drive, looking over and watching as Aaron opened the gate.
He ushered you and the truck over with his hands.
You stepped onto the gas pedal and slowly drove the truck over and into the property. You pressed your foot onto the brake pedal, holding it there as you watched Aaron shutting the gate in your side mirror. After he was done, he walked over to the passenger side door and swung it open. He climbed easily up into the cab and sat down, shutting the door and then nodding over at you.
“Alright, let’s get us some food,” he said with an easy smile, looking happily over at the overly plentiful garden ahead of you.
You smiled over at his easy nature and nodded in agreement, your stomach growling at the thought of food. You pressed your foot to the gas pedal and drove the truck right up alongside the overgrown garden.
You two looked over at it with happy smiles on your faces.
“Wow! Look at all that!” you said with enthusiasm.
Aaron nodded in agreement.
“Looks like we will eat well tonight. Let’s start gathering,” Aaron said, opening the door and quickly climbing down to grab two of the buckets from the back and then walked over to the garden.
You did the same, climbing down from the truck, grabbing two buckets of your own, and following him into the generous garden. You were careful not to step on the vines and the plants as you made your way inside of it, behind Aaron.
You stopped at the tomatoes, putting your buckets down, careful to move the plants aside to do so. You began to pick them, placing them carefully inside the bucket. You looked over with worry every so often at the house that Daryl had disappeared into with Rick and Michonne.
Aaron went to work picking the cucumbers, looking over at you curiously every so often. He noticed your obvious worry and love for Daryl, shaking his head and smiling to himself as he bent down to pick a few more.
“You know…Not to brag. But I am an excellent judge of character…” Aaron started locking eyes with yours as you two worked together.
“…And I think people are wrong about you,” he finished with a smile over at you.
You looked over at him, surprised by his words, but smiled graciously back over at him before responding.
“Really?” you asked with a surprised smile over at him as you continued working together.
Aaron smiled again and nodded.
“Really,” he said, turning his attention back to the task at hand.
You smiled over at him one more time before doing the same. You two picked veggies together in comfortable silence, filling up bucket after bucket under the hot Georgia sun. You started to feel faint again after a while and stood up, putting a hand on your forehead. You closed your eyes and focused on your breathing, feeling nausea hit you again.
Aaron noticed and immediately came to your side.
He looked you over with concern. He leaned down and grabbed a ripe tomato and handed it to you.
“Here. Eat somethin’,” Aaron said as he offered you the tomato.
You opened your eyes and nodded, gratefully taking the tomato and biting into it with exhausted hunger.
“Thanks,” you said before taking another famished bite.
“Here, why don’t you sit down,” Aaron said, taking your arm timidly and guiding you to a nearby gardening chair.
You obliged, your head spinning again.
Aaron helped you sit down and then walked over to the back of the truck. He pulled out a bottle of water and brought it quickly back over to you.
“Here, take a drink,” Aaron said, kneeling down and handing it to you.
You took it, quickly opening the top of the bottle and guzzling it down quickly.
You pulled the bottle from your lips and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, taking in a few deep breaths of relief as your body thanked you for the nourishment. You smiled to yourself at the sense of satisfaction a moment before remembering you weren’t alone. You looked up at Aaron with a grateful nod as you handed him back the nearly empty bottle back.
He held his palm out at you.
“No, no. It looks like you need it more than I do,” Aaron said looking you over with concern again.
“Have you been feeling sick?” Aaron asked as he took in your state.
You shrugged, gulping down the last of the bottle before resting your arms on your thighs and responding to him.
“I’m alright. I’ve just been a little dizzy and sick to my stomach lately,” you admitted to him, looking longingly over at the house where Daryl was busy at work, wishing he was here to comfort you.
Aaron followed your lovesick gaze and smiled to himself before looking over at you again.
“Well, I don’t want to tell you what to do by any means. But I’d definitely pay a visit to the Doc when we get back,” he said.
You looked over at him quizzically.
“Why? I don’t have a fever or anything. Maybe just some vertigo,” you said, looking up at him with question.
Aaron laughed a little to himself again and then looked over at you.
“There might be more than just a fever you should know about,” he said looking pointedly at you before walking back over to continue his task.
You looked back at the house, wishing you would see Daryl emerge already, completely confused at what Aaron meant.
You felt better after having something to eat and the water. After another few moments of rest, you walked back over and helped him finish salvaging the garden.
After a while longer, you looked up at the house and noticed the trio finally exiting the house, Daryl following Rick and Michonne out with what looked like full duffel bags in each of their hands.
You breathed a sigh of relief, standing up and smiling happily to yourself at the sight of him walking back to you.
He walked down the steps with the two bags in his hands and looked over at you from the distance between you two.
You quickly put the last few squash on the vines below your feet into the bucket beside you and walked over to him.
You ignored Rick and Michonne’s eyes on you completely as you two walked into the middle of the yard, finally reunited with one another. You walked swiftly into him and hugged him wholeheartedly, loving the feeling of your bodies and souls being reunited after what had seemed like forever to you.
He dropped his bags just in time, and wrapped his big, beautiful arms around you, lifting you up into him for a great big bear hug.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as he did so, hugging him tightly as you kissed his neck and then rested your head on the side of his shoulder. You held onto him tightly, tighter than you ever had as you smiled to yourself at the feeling of being back in his arms.
He dropped you back to your feet and you looked up at him like he had been gone forever.
“I was only gone a little while,” he said with a small smile at the look of pure love in your eyes for his return to you.
“I know. I just missed you,” you said with a sweet smile, your nerves finally calming at the sight of him safe and okay.
He smiled sweetly over at your relief to have him back with you. He brought his hand up to cup the side of your face, silently telling you how much he loved you too with only his eyes, and then kissed your forehead.
“Come on. Let’s go home,” Daryl said with another sweet smile.
You nodded, trying to fight your nerves as you turned around to face the group again.
Daryl picked up the bags and followed you over to the truck parked near the garden. You looked over at Aaron and smiled gratefully over at him for being so kind to you today.
He smiled and nodded a silent your welcome before loading up the last two buckets that were filled with veggies from the garden.
Daryl, Rick, and Michonne all dropped their filled bags into the back of the truck. Rick looked over the harvested food and the filled bags with a hopeful smile on his face, the first time in a long time he had been able to do that.
He looked over at you for a second. He had to admit that all of this was theirs to keep because of you and what you had done for them and their community. He nodded a silent thank you to you, much to your surprise.
Daryl walked over and grabbed your hand holding it in his as he stood there protectively by your side.
Rick noticed this and nodded over at Daryl with a silent apology.
Daryl nodded back.
You watched as the two men made their apologies in complete silence, smiling to yourself as you watched Daryl’s shoulders relax a bit afterward.
“Alright, let’s get this back to Alexandria and start going through what we’ve found today. Good job, everyone,” Rick said, looking over at you with one last polite nod before he turned and walked to the driver’s side of the truck.
Michonne climbed into the back of the truck reclaiming her position at the back of the cab. Aaron was about to get into the truck when he looked over at you and Daryl.
“Daryl, you have a second?” Aaron asked him.
Daryl looked over at him curiously and nodded.
Daryl’s hand dropped away from yours and you watched Aaron and Daryl walk a few feet away from everyone. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but they both looked over at you with concern in their eyes as they began to walk back over to the group. Daryl patted Aaron on the shoulder and then walked back over to you.
“Come on,” Daryl said, grabbing your hand and walking you back over to his bike.
“What was that about?” you asked as you walked away with him.
He looked you over with concern again before bringing his worried eyes back to yours.
“Aaron said we should get you to the Doc when we get back. Said he was worried ya might have somethin’,” he said.
You nodded in complete agreement with him for once. You held your hand to your stomach as another wave of nausea hit you.
“Yeah. I have been feeling pretty sick lately. Maybe that’s a good idea,” you said, taking a few deep breaths as you tried to calm your stomach.
“Ya alright to ride back with me?” he asked, noticing you were sick to your stomach again.
You nodded.
“Yeah, let’s just get home,” you said with a weak smile.
He nodded, looking over at you with concern again before forcing his eyes and feet forward. He walked you both back to his bike and slung himself over, sitting down on the seat. He moved forward to allow room for you and nudged his head back to you.
“Get one,” he instructed as he kicked up the kickstand and revved the engine to life.
You quickly got on behind him, wrapping your arms securely behind him and resting your head on his back. You closed your eyes as the bike jolted forward. You tried to focus on the cool air that blew across your face as you two rode back to Alexandria, following behind Rick and the truck.
When you got back to Alexandria, you opened your eyes, watching Daryl idle watching impatiently for the gate to open. Once it did, you all drove through. You heard the gate clink shut from behind you. Daryl drove you right up to the Doc’s house, parking the bike on the side of the road.
You sighed in relief at the feeling of the bike coming to a halt. Daryl put out the kickstand. You brought your hands back to his shoulders and braced on them as you weakly got down off the bike. You stood there in a haze for a moment before your hand came to your mouth and you gagged. You quickly walked over to some nearby bushes and threw up the water and tomato you had eaten.
“Ick…” you muttered to yourself as you wiped your mouth, your eyes watering with sick pain in your eyes.
Daryl was beside you in an instant, rubbing your back softly as you purged your system.
You looked over at him with an embarrassed smile.
“Well, that’s a new milestone for us. I’m sorry,” you said with another weak smile as you clutched your stomach.
“Don’t be. Let’s just get you in there and see how the Doc can help,” he said with nothing but sympathy for you in his eyes.
He didn’t like seeing you in pain or discomfort.
You nodded, letting him take your hand and walk you both to the front door. Daryl knocked loudly on the front door, pounding on it until it opened.
“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” the Doc said as he swung the door open, looking at Daryl with slight annoyance.
He then looked over at you and noticed the state of you. Your face was clammy, and you looked like you were about to fall over.
“Come in. Come in,” he said stepping aside and ushering you both inside.
Daryl helped guide you inside of the house, following the Doc as he walked you both to the backroom that was frequently used for examinations.
“She’s been feelin’ real sick lately, Doc. You’ve got to look her over,” Daryl said looking you over with worry again.
You noticed this and smiled up at him reassuringly.
“I’m sure it’s fine, Daryl. It’s probably just a stomach bug,” you said, squeezing his hand tighter.
Daryl licked his lips and nodded repeatedly, trying to believe that it was something minor. But in this world, he was too scared of losing you not to go to the extremes inside his head.
“Daryl, why don’t you wait outside while I look her over,” the Doc said, putting his black stethoscope around his neck.
“Go ahead, Daryl. I’m okay,” you said, noticing the look of defiance in his eyes.
He looked you over to make sure you meant your words. When he was sure you did, he nodded again and kissed your cheek.
“I’ll be right outside those doors,” he said, cupping your face as he stared deeply into your eyes.
You nodded, smiling sweetly back at him.
“Go,” you said softly, squeezing his hand one more time before dropping it from his.
He nodded, looking over at you warily one more time before he dropped his hands from you and turned to walk out the door. Before he left, he looked back at you again and said, “I’ll be right here.”
You nodded, smiling happily back at him before you turned your attention to the Doc. You heard Daryl close the door as you smiled politely over at the Doc.
“Why don’t you come sit down and I’ll take a look,” the Doc said, gesturing with his hand to sit on the cot set up in the middle of the room.
You obeyed and sat on the cot with your hands in your lap.
“So, how have you been feeling lately,” he asked, taking a look into each of your eyes before moving his hands down to your neck, checking your lymph nodes.
“I guess I have been more tired than usual, and I’ve been really sick to my stomach lately,” you said.
“Mhm,” the Doc said, putting the stethoscope earbuds into his ears, bringing the flat plate over to your chest.
“Take a few deep breaths,” he said, placing the plate on your chest.
You took a few slow deep breaths as he placed the plate around your chest, listening intently.
After a few more deep breaths, he dropped the plate and took the earbuds out of his ears, hanging it back around his neck. He brought his hands to your stomach, pressing on it near your side.
“Does this hurt?” he asked, checking the area where your appendix was located.
“No,” you answered.
“Have you been having any aches and pains lately?” he asked.
You shrugged.
“I mean aside from the usual wear and tear I guess my body has seemed more tender than usual,” you said.
“Where has it been tender?” he asked you.
You looked up at him embarrassed as you gestured to your breasts.
He nodded again, walking over to a big cabinet, opening the doors, and grabbing something inside of it.
“Any motion sickness?” he asked, holding something in his hand as he walked back over to you.
“Yes, definitely,” you said, nodding as you peered curiously over at whatever was in his hand.
“Here, I think you should take this test,” he said and handed you a box.
You took it from him and looked over at it curiously.
It was a pregnancy test.
You looked up at him in pure shock.
He laughed a little at your reaction.
“I don’t see any symptoms of inflamed lymph nodes or an inflamed appendix. The symptoms you are describing can also be the symptoms of a woman’s first trimester,” he said, matter-of-factly.
You stared down at the box in your hand and nodded, still in shock at this.
“When was the last time you had your period?” he asked.
You searched your mind.
“I guess it has been quite a while,” you admitted, just now realizing how late you were.
“You can use the bathroom back there if you would like,” the Doc said, gesturing to a door behind you.
You looked over at the closed door where Daryl had exited, wondering if you should tell him. You decided to wait until you yourself knew for sure. You slowly got up and walked over to the bathroom door in a haze.
You walked inside, closing and locking the door behind you. You unbuttoned your jean shorts and pulled them and your panties down as you sat down on the toilet. You opened the box, taking the test stick out from the packaging. You read the instructions carefully, one line meant no, and two lines meant yes.
You brought the stick down, shifting awkwardly as you tried to line it up, and then began peeing. You took the stick out after you had wettened it and set it on the edge of the sink next to you. You wiped and got up fastening your shorts and walking over to the sink. You stared at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands clean.
Were you really ready to be a mother? You wondered. You looked up at the clock on the wall, marking the time. The box said you had to wait five minutes. You walked over at sat down on the edge of the tub to wait, staring at your hands as your mind raced with so many thoughts and questions.
You tried to stay calm, reminding yourself that it could be negative. Then your thoughts turned to Daryl. You smiled to yourself at the thought of him holding your child making them laugh or smile. You thought about how much you had wanted a family with him. You just didn’t know it would happen so soon. Although would you really be that surprised with how active you two had been since day one?
You stared up at the clock every so often, lost in your confused thoughts until it was time to look.
The clock ticked to the five-minute mark. You ran your hands up and down your thighs a few times before you took a deep breath and got up. You walked over to the sink and picked up the stick.
It was Positive.
Your stomach did a flip at the sight of the positive result. You felt like you were in a dream as you set it back down on the sink and walked back out into the Doc’s exam room.
From the look of shock on your face, the Doc figured out the answer.
You didn’t even look at him as you slowly walked over to the door and opened it.
Daryl quickly rose to his feet, looking you over with concern. His hands came to your body, bringing them back to your face to cup it.
You had the strangest shocked look on your face, which immediately made him think something was wrong.
“What’s wrong, Y/N? Is everything alright?” he asked as he checked you over with anxious panic now.
You slowly nodded, bringing your in-shock eyes back to his.
“I’m-I’m pregnant,” you said, looking over at him in pure shock as you pushed out the words.
Daryl’s hands dropped from your face and he stepped back a bit, looking over at you with his own pure shock in his eyes.
“What?” he asked, feeling like he had misheard you.
“I’m pregnant,” you said with more conviction this time.
Daryl stared over at you in disbelief for a few seconds before walking into you and wrapping you up into his arms, giving you a big hug.
You smiled and laughed a little at the sheer force of his happy hug. After what seemed like a five-minute hug, he finally brought his hands to your shoulders, pulling you two apart just enough to be able to see your face again.
He had the happiest smile on his face that you had ever seen. You even thought you saw a few tears starting but he quickly pushed them away.
The Doc came over with a happy smile.
“Congratulations you two, you’re going to be parents,” he said, reaching his hand out to shake Daryl’s.
Daryl took it shaking it firmly as he brought his attention to the Doc.
“Is she gonna be okay? How far along is she? What do I need to do for her?” Daryl asked, suddenly having a million questions running through his mind.
The Doc chuckled a little before responding.
“She’s going to be just fine, Daryl. We’ll set up a weekly appointment for her to make sure we catch anything that could be problematic. In the meantime, she will need lots of rest. So, I would suggest no more runs for her unless it is absolutely necessary. Times have obviously changed. The body can fall prey easier to pregnancy without technology to help guide us. So, the less strain she puts on her body the better,” the Doc said to Daryl.
Daryl nodded, already making a list in his mind of all of the things you were no longer going to be doing.
“As for how far along, if I had to guess I would say you are around 5 or 6 weeks pregnant,” he said to you.
You looked down at your stomach, placing your hand on it. It was mind-boggling to you that you had been with this child for so long already and didn’t know it.
“Get plenty of rest and I’d suggest more soup-based meals until your morning sickness subsides. Your body will tell you what it needs with your cravings and we will do the best we can to accommodate that. I’ll also put prenatal vitamins on the next run list for you,” the Doctor said to you both.
“Just tell me where to look and I’ll get them,” Daryl said to the Doc.
The Doc nodded back to him.
“Very good, I’ll plot you out a map of places that could have them and get it to you by the morning,” he replied.
He then looked over at you two with another smile.
“I’ll let you two settle into the news. But if you have any more questions you know where to find me,” he said, nodding politely again before walking back into the exam room and closing the door behind him.
Daryl looked back at you.
You both stared at each other in shocked silence for a minute before you spoke, still holding your hand protectively over your stomach.
“Are you…okay with this?” you asked with slight worry on your face that he might not be.
He cupped the side of your face and looked lovingly back into your eyes.
“Are ya kidding me, Y/N? I can’t wait to meet our little creation,” he said with a sappy smile on his lips.
You smiled back up and him and nodded, imagining the spitfire that you two probably created.
“Ya just keep surprisin’ me, Y/N…” he said, tenderly caressing your cheek with his thumb as he looked at you in complete awe.
“I love you, Y/N. And I’m gonna love this kid just as much,” he said, with a happy dumbstruck smile.
You smiled sweetly back over at him. The look of pure love in his eyes squashed any doubt you had in your mind about this being a mistake. He was going to be a great dad.
“I love you, too, Daryl,” you said in awe of him, even more so now than ever before.
Whatever came next, you knew he would take care of you and this child so damn well…
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heavenlytouches · 2 months ago
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The Walking Dead Masterlist
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total works: 3 (The Walking Dead men, Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon)
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walkingdeadjunkie · 5 years ago
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Southern Comfort [Merle Dixon x Reader]
Requested by: negansgirl06
I was hopping for something where the reader promises Merle that she doesn’t cut he/her self anymore and when Merle our she’s been doing it agin he makes her promise to stop and it ends in some really cute fluffy cuddles? (I’m not sure if you write about angst but I figured what’s the harm I’m asking)
Summary: Merle Dixon was the last person on earth who you thought would give a shit about anybody but himself. But the man had a soft spot for loners. And that's what you were.
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: self-harm, swearing and attempted suicide.
Word count: 2,885
GIF isn’t mine, but please check out the blog for the lovely person who made it!
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You’ve cut too deep this time and now blood is dripping all over the tent floor. You throw your overshirt onto it and wipe it up as best you can then bring your arm to your chest and slide outside. You need to get to the water and clean it up before it attracts the attention of the others or walkers. It’s dark out here but with one arm out of commission and the other supporting it, you aren’t able to carry a lantern and instead rely on the moonlight to help you down the small walkway and rush to the lake. Stumbling on this and tripping over that. You think of them as you make your way down so carelessly. Your brother, sister and mother. All of whom were torn into ribbons right in front of your eyes by neighbors you’d known longer than your runaway father. People who cared for you since the tender age of three- people who were also dead.
You come to the water and kneel at it. There’s no tears that escape your eyes because they’d dried up a long time ago, that’s why the cutting helps. It gives you an emotional release that nothing else does. You’re about to stick your arm in when a hand wraps around your shoulder and you look up to see the frightening half of the Dixon brothers looming close. You startle then fall back onto the cut arm and cry out. He makes no move to help you and your arm returns to the cradled position it was in before.
“Don’ wan’a puh ya arm ‘n there darlin’, shit’ll make ya sicker than a man who sticks his dick ‘n a mule.” His back is against the moonlight and it reaffirms just how hulking he is. Merle squats down and holds a hand out. Your heart is racing by his sudden attendance. “Ain’ gon’ hurt ya fancy lady. Done ‘nough a tha’ ya self.” You chew on your lip and think about the risks. It doesn’t seem like he has ill intentions at all and so you lay the back of your arm on his open palm. He brings it close up to himself then tuts and clicks his tongue. “Well fuckin’ ‘ell, did a numb’a on yaself didn’ ya?” You stay quiet and he looks over. “Got anotha shirt?”
“What?”
“Got anotha shirt?” You didn’t want to answer, the question felt unsafe. “Oh fuckin’ ‘ell, course ol’ Merle’s tha fuckin’ cunt who gotta tear ‘is shit up for a damn city woman.” He lets go of your arm and your eyes widen when he grips the bottom of his singlet and lifts it high. You shift yourself back and begin to whimper.
“Please don’t hurt me.” You beg softly. He freezes for a moment, then lets the singlet fall back down.
“I ain’ a fuckin’ rapist ya bitch. I ain’ even lookin’ at ya skeleton ass- uppity lil shit ain’ ya?” He says roughly. You feel guilty instantly. “Ya need ta wrap ya fuckin’ arm ‘for ya blackout ‘n die.” He pulls the singlet all the way off and tears the bottom of it like butter. Quickly he lines up the fabric at the beginning of the cut, loops it around the limb and looks up. “’s gon’ fuckin’ hurt fancy lady so bite ya otha arm.” You do as he says and when he tightens it your teeth sink into the skin and you let out a muffled moan. “Now hol’ it up.”
You do just that. The thumping and pulsing in your arm is worse than the cutting was and the man throws his singlet back on. You’re too busy floating around in your own world of pain to really pay attention to him until a shuffling sound catches your interest and you look up to see him with his hand out again.
“Need’a get ya ass inside woman.” You look at his hand again and back at him. You still can’t make out his expression but he helped you and so there’s a slither of trust between you both. You put your hand in his and he helps you stand then lets go. “Why’d ya do it?”
“I’m sad.” You reply simply.
He laughs loudly.
“Well, fuckin’ do some oth’r shit.” Your brows come together while he steps away to create more space.
“It’s not that easy.” You reply with mild frustration.
“Well ol’ Merle’s got drugs if ya wan’ black out ‘nstead?” He offers easily, like it was normal to do so.
“No. Those are bad for you.” 
“An’ cuttin’ ya shit up ain’? Least ya’ll die happier bein’ high on rocks den bleedin’ out by a blade.”
You realise then just how monumentally different you are regardless of the background or personality. He’s a tweaker and you’re sober. You should have picked up on the signs a lot earlier- but at least he was nice.
“I’m fine.” You reply stiffly. He lets out an amused chuckle and stretches out.
“Nah, ya ain’ tha’s why ya fuckin’ did tha’ and told me ya sad.” He sighs and faces you completely with his arms crossed. There’s a long silence before he continues. “Dun do tha’ shit ta yaself fancy.”
The glare is instant. Your face is exposed to the light unlike his so you know he can see it.
“Why the hell do you care? We don’t know each other. This is our first conversation.”
“I see ya wanderin’ ‘round woman, all mopey and alone. I’m a lon’a too, buh I goh lucky wit’ lil Darylina. You didn’. Us kind gotta look out for one anoth’a.” He replies simply.
“Is that why you’re out here? You’re following me?” He laughs heartily and you feel embarrassed for what he’ll say next because it seems like you were the last thing on his mind.
“Get off ya fuckin’ high horse lady. I came ouh ‘ere ta smoke a bowl ‘nd saw ya dumbass trippin’ down tha hill.” He cracks his knuckles before continuing. “I’m gon’ need ya ta reassure ol’ Merle ‘ere sugar, cause he’s worried ‘bout ya. This ain’ normal shit and it’ll only get worse.”
“Why do you need my word?” And why are you worried about me, you think.
“Cause this is fucked up. If ya sad talk ta me, if ya hate me talk ta Darylina. He’s soft like ya. Ya don’ need’a do this ta ya’self. Shit’s hard- yea. Buh ya makin’ it harder.”
Maybe he really was just trying to be nice but you’ve never spoken to this man before and you sure as hell did not need to promise him anything. But he seems like the stubborn kind and so you grind your teeth and answer stiffly.
“Fine. I won’t.” He rubs his hands together then points one of them up the hill.
“Well tha’s dandy fancy pan’s. Now get back ta ya tent and ol’ Merle’s gon’ carry on ‘is night.” You roll your eyes and move around him to return to the camp. You owe Merle nothing and you will do whatever the hell you want.
*
It’s been a week since your run in with Merle Dixon and you haven’t spoken to him since. He leaves you alone and does whatever he does but every once and a while Daryl will give you a nod when your paths cross. The group here is flimsy and there’s a lot of competing egos and personality clashes in it. It’s enough to make you realize how much you don’t want to be here anymore. You spend the morning helping the women clean, barely listening to their conversations but nodding along with what they say like you were. You’ve already made your mind up on what you want to do and stole one of the men’s blades when they weren’t looking since yours went ‘mysteriously’ missing the day after you spoke to Merle.
You’re deep in the woods now. You had hoped to come across a walker to throw yourself at but all of the ones you see have arrows in their heads already. So now it’s left up to you.
This spot is nice enough.
With a flick of your wrist the blade is unsheathed from its handle. You fall onto your knees and cut your hand to check how sharp it is, it’s decent enough to get through a windpipe. With one last prayer and the smiling faces of your family in mind, your eyes close and the metal presses against the skin of your neck. You only manage to slide it less than an inch across when your wrist is squeezed so hard that you cry out and drop it. When you look up Merle is the one you see, his expression is furious and it panics you instantly. He kicks the knife far before yanking you up with a grunt.
“Wha’ tha fuck are a doin?! Ya fuckin crazy bitch. Tha’s tha fuckin worse way ta die!” His volume stings your ears and makes you feel small. But the shock wears off fast and you remember why you’re out here.
“Let me go!” You scream while struggling to pull yourself away. “I’ll fucking stab you before I kill myself if you don’t do it!” You continue to struggle against him but the man is made of concrete and he easily keeps you in place.
Your threat is nothing anyway, one half-assed slap and he could knock you into next year.
“Ya gave me ya word.” He growls. Brows together and creasing a line between them.
“I don’t care! My choices aren’t yours you hick. Fuck off!” He doesn’t flinch at the insult. He’s been called a lot worse no doubt and something so generic bounces off of him like styrofoam.
You kick at his legs and he waits until the steam runs out and you’re left breathing heavily. When you stop resisting he lets you go with a frown. For some reason or another you find yourself wrapping your arms around his middle and bunching the back of his shirt with your hands. You feel it then, a wetness on Merle’s shirt that tells you that you’re finally crying. After so long of nothing it comes out like a burst dam and you can’t stop. Your body is shaking and his hands are on your back while his head rests on yours.
“Ya gon’ be alrigh’. Shit’s jus’ hard at tha’ momen’. Life ain’ tha same way.” He says.
After a while the sobs turn into sniffles and then become whimpers. He’s warm and hard, like a stiff hot water bottle that makes you feel a comfort you hadn’t in a long time.
“I don’t want to be here Merle.” You admit. The grip on you is tightened a little more. “I hate these people, I hate what we’re doing, I hate everything.” He puts a hand on either arm and keeps you in place so he can step back. There’s nothing particularly soft in his expression, but he does seem aware and his attention is yours completely.
“Hate it all baby doll, buh don’ let it kill ya off. We’re all gon’ die. Buh die fightin’ fa somethin’, helpin’ someone- ya don’ like these people? Hell, neith’a do me or Darylina. Buh it works fa now, it ain’ gon’ be forever.” He replies.
You shake your head and break the stare for a moment.
“I can’t help anyone.” You whisper. “I couldn’t help my family so how the hell can I do anything?” Your gazes meet again. “These people don’t need me.”
He lets out a scoff and rolls his eyes. You didn’t expect something like that in such a sensitive situation but it does make everything feel less tense.
“Ya don’ know tha’. Ya migh’ be tha one cunt ‘round who will kill a walker tha’s about ta bite someone. Don’ blame yaself fa wha’s already done. Ain’ no manual on how ta survive a dam’ apocalypse and keep ya people ta’gether.” There’s nothing in his words that feel forced.
“I should have done more.” You say softly.
“Do more now.” He counters.
“But what if I do something wrong? What if somebody needs my help and I fuck up again?” The tears threaten to come back and you have to chew on your lip to keep it together.
He shakes his head.
“At leas’ ya fuckin’ tried fancy ‘n tha’s wha’ matters.” He stands tall again and brings you in for another hug that feels more intimate than it did before, like he cares. “ Ol’ Merle’s gon’ teach ya a few thin’s. Shit that’ll help ya feel strong an’ safe.”
“Like what?”
“Fightin’, huntin’, how ta kill a dam’ walker so ya don’ feel like ya can’. Shit that’ll make ya see how important it is ta be alive fa yaself an’ other fuckers.” He lets out a sigh that you feel deflate in his chest. “Ya ain’ gon’ be alone again.”
“You don’t know that.” You reply with a scoff.
“I fuckin’ dam’ well do woman. Only a Dixon can kill’a Dixon. An’ Darylina ain’ killin’ me yet.” The comment doesn’t make any sense to you because it isn’t true but you don’t correct him. His words feel nice. “And if he do, then ya still go’ ‘im. He’ll watch ou’ fa ya.”
You laugh at the comment and if your head could shake you’d do it.
“We’ve never spoken before Merle.” You say. “I doubt that.”
He lets out a laugh and once again you’re thrown off.
“Well don’ cause he’s tha only reason I knew ya fucked off ou’ ‘ere. An’ why ya didn’ get ya ass eaten by a fuckin’ walker. Cause he don’ wan’ ya dead neither.” You loosen your hold a little and the pieces begin to come together.
“He saw me come in here? Those arrows were his?” You ask.
“Sure as shit did. Boy walks like tha wind. Got a head’a ya ta kill ‘em off while I followed behind. Told ya woman, us lon’as gotta stick ta’getha like flies on shit.” He boasted proudly.
Despite the crudeness of the comment you hold Merle tighter and the tears come back again.
The Dixon brothers were the last men on earth that you ever thought would give a shit about you, yet they did. They cared enough to keep you alive, to show you that they were worried and gave you the time of day when nobody else has. Because they were alone too.
You pull far enough away to still be in his hold and he looks down, eyes widening a little as you tug him down by the front of his singlet. You stretch high enough to reach his cheek and plant a soft kiss on it. When you pull away from the embrace Merle stands tall with a high brow then looks you over slowly. He hasn’t said anything yet. But you know that whatever comes out isn’t going to be as platonic as it was when he was comforting you.
He lets out a low whistle.
“Well goddam’ fancy, if I knew ya would’a done tha’ ol’ Merle ‘ere would’a turned ‘is charm on ta get a little more.” He says throatily with wiggling brows.
Your eyes roll and you wipe at your face with a tired sigh.
“Don’t ruin the moment Dixon.” You say dryly.
“Oh I can make this momen’ even bett’a darlin’. I’m a givin’ man with a lotta love in ‘im.” He says playfully with a wink that you can’t help but smile a little at.
You walk around him and find the blade easily. The weight of it is heavier than you remember. Maybe because now you realise how close you came to leaving because of it. The scent of sweat and something like burning plastic comes close and you look to the side and see Merle staring back. You hold it out for him to take but he shakes his head.
“Shit’ll keep ya safe an’ give ya life instead’a takin it away. Hol’ on ta it. And don’ do this ‘gain.”
“I won’t.” You promise. And this time you mean it.
The sentiment is something you didn’t expect to come from somebody like him. But you take the advice with a smile, sheath the blade and pocket it. Instantly Merle wraps an arm around your shoulders that feels like a tree trunk and directs you back to the camp while whistling. Strangely enough it feels good to be held by him. A part of you wants it to stay that way even when you do get back.
“Merle?” You say while looking up at him with a smile he focuses on. “Thank you.”
He shrugs and let’s out a long sigh.
“Shit das wha’ friends is for fancy! Buh now it’s time ta show ya how ta skin a squirrel so ya can make ol’ Merle ‘ere some food when he too pissed ta cook.”
Squirrel?
“Why the hell can’t you make it? You have hands.” A laugh vibrates through his thick chest and his tone switches back to the flirty one he gave you after the kiss. His eyes brush over your tense expression and he grins.
“Cause tha’s wha’ lady friends is for sugar, well, tha’ and kissin’ ol’ Merle’s cheek.”
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queenof-fiction · 7 years ago
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I’ve missed you (Negan x reader)
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*Gif credit goes to tchamblers*
Warnings: Negan’s language
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Pronouns: they/them
You were apart of Alexandria, but as it so happens to be, you fell for Negan. You had known him before the line-up happened,  you guys met towards the beginning of the shit show we now call the world. You guys were madly in love, but you guys got separated and now here you were, on your knees. Waiting for him to come out of the trailer. You had tears rolling down your face, you were about to lose people that you cared so much about to a person you once loved and you think that you still might. You knew Negan before he had the saviors. It was just the two of you for a while, but that all changed one day. You guys never stopped looking for each other, when you first heard Negan was there you ran towards the gates. The guys who claimed to be Negan wasn’t your Negan. He was somebody completely different.
After you and Negan got separated, you found Rick’s group. You stayed with them and now you were afraid it was going to come down to your choosing. You sat there in the middle of your line of friends. Ironically you were sat right in the middle facing the trailer. You guys were held at gunpoint, which kept you guys from moving. It was such a long and excruciatingly painful wait to see if it was your Negan who walked out of that trailer. Then, before you knew it, the door started to slowly open and a dark silhouette stepped out. He didn’t move, and when your eyes made out who that figure was, you knew why. It was your Negan. Your hand covered your mouth, as you choked out a sob. Rick side-eyed you concerned, but you slowly started to stand up.
“I said don’t move!” The guy who held a gun to your head yelled.
“Let her.” Negan’s loud voice echoed in the small clearing you guys were in. The guy back off and you stood up. Carl reached up and grabbed your wrist giving you a confused and concerned look. You slightly nodded and turned back to Negan.
You would have figured before that if you found him that you’d run back into his arms, but under these circumstances that wasn’t the case. You slowly walked towards him not once breaking eye contact. Until you were only a foot or two away and you fell into his arms. He pulled you close to him, pressing his face into your hair. You sobbed into his chest, as he hugged you tightly.
“I missed you so much.” You cried into his chest.
“I know, darling. I’ve missed you more than you could ever believe. I never stopped looking for you.” He whispered. That made you cry even more.
“Please don’t hurt them.” You pleaded. “They helped me so much. They took me in after I lost you.”
“Darling, I wish that I could. Go wait in the trailer, for me ok.” He whispered. You shook your head. “Please go. I don’t want you to see this.” He opened the trailer door and walked in back inside. After he shut the door you ran to open it, so you could go back out there and try to save them. You couldn’t though because he had locked you in. You fell to your knees sobbing. You felt hopeless.
You didn’t want to see what happened, but you didn’t want to just sit there either. You kept trying the door, trying everything you could to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. Finally, you gave up and continued sobbing on the floor. You heard Negan yelling outside, then followed by the others yelling. Pleading. You covered your ears, but you could still hear everything. You heard the thuds and you knew exactly what made those. You heard your friends crying and screaming outside. That only made you cry harder.
Then there was a lot of yelling, and then soon after the thuds came again. That’s two lives lost and you didn’t even want to think about who it was. You sat there in the corner, your knees pulled to your chest as the door opened and Negan walked dragging Rick behind him. You held your breath as Rick got up and walked in. He gave you a disappointed look and sat on the couch next to you. You looked up at him and he just shook his head.
“It’s not my fault.” You whispered.
He didn’t say anything.
“Please talk to me.” You pleaded and pulled yourself onto the couch as Negan drove away.
“Why? Why didn’t you tell me? Negan! Really?” He whisper yelled.
“I’m sorry, but this is the first time seeing him after so long. After. After we got separated back then.” You explained quietly.
“Oh, so he’s the guy who you used to be with. Just so you know, that guy you love just killed your best friend.” He explained. You felt your stomach drop. Glenn? Abraham? Carl? Maggie?  “It was Glenn by the way. And Abraham.” He said looking away.
You felt your throat tighten. A choked sob made its way out.
“Are they crying because of you Rick?” Negan asked angrily. Rick didn’t say anything to Negan. You stood up and walked towards the Negan who was driving. Rick grabbed your wrist.
“Don’t come back. Ever.” He said. You pulled your arm away from his grasp. You walked over and sat down next to Negan and pulled your knees to your chest. Negan reached out and grabbed your hand. Intertwining it with his. Even though he just killed two of your best friends, you couldn’t help, but to feel at home when touching him.
Part 2???
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lumifuer · 7 years ago
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Do It Yourself
Pairings: Negan x Reader Words: 791 Warnings: Negan being himself  Request: Christmas prompt 4 "Oh is that mistletoe?" With Negan! My only request is that it include him saying "Merry Christmas, Sweetheart" Met JDM last weekend at a con and he literally said that to me so now it's in my head and I need it in a fanfiction! 😀 A/N: Thank you for your request! Once again, I’m so happy you got to meet this guy and I hope you will like my version of the story! Christmas Requests are now officially closed! 
Summary: Negans joins you on the supply run but you have no idea that he’s prepared a little surprise. 
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"What do you think, doll?" Negan playfully poked your side pointing at a small building off the beaten path with Lucille.
The rest of the town seemed completely looted and there was little to no chance of finding supplies in any of the other building but this one still remained intact. The glass in the windows was in one piece and there were no bullets or any other traces of recent fights around. The architecture didn't hint at a single-family house so it must have been one of the local shops or a storage of some sort, the thought filled you with hope.
"It's worth checking out," you shrugged and for the hundredth time checked the number of bullets in your gun. Adding the ones you've had stored in your pockets, the amount should have been enough in case of problems. Assured that everything was alright with the pistol, you looked back at Negan who, for some reason was wearing the biggest smile, leaning back while Lucille was resting on his shoulder as if he wasn't expecting to use her anytime soon.
"Ladies first," he prompted with a low bow as you were staring at him, trying to understand his mood swings. Shaking your head, you raised your eyes to the sky, asking the heavens to give you strength not to kill him and went head, carefully placing your feet on the ground. Negan wasn't nearly as cautious; he followed you, looking around every now and then but completely lacking the dedication. His steps sounded so damn loud in the dead city and you were afraid that their echo would attract a wave of the walkers. You glared at him a few times but he remained unfazed.
Once you've reached your goal, you stood with your back to the wall and tried to peek inside through the windows which turned out to be too dirty to offer you any insight into the situation. You tightened the grip on the trigger and gently placed your hand on the handle. The door gave in immediately, leaving you shocked. You could have sworn that you heard Negan's amused laugh but you decided not to look at him. On that particular day, he acted more like a bored kid who's dying to get home instead of a charismatic leader which was driving you crazy given all the possible dangers. With the outstretched weapon, you walked in and briefly inspected the dark room. The outlines of shelves and counters were barely visible but proved to be enough to fill you with hope for some canned food and drinks.
"Fuck!" you heard Negan's angry scream, followed by the sound of a broken glass and you stood still, expecting an attack that did not take place."
"Can you make yourself useful open the shutters, please?" you hissed, pointing to the two curtained light sources to his right.
"I love it when you boss me around like that," he replied in a low voice but thankfully came up to the blinds, letting the daylight in.
At first, you had no idea what were you looking at, then the small wish for food disappeared, replaced by a heavy disappointment. However, some warm and familiar feeling ignited in your heart.
You walked up to the nearest shelf and touched a plastic figure shaped like a snowman. One look was enough to decide it was a handiwork of a talented craftsman. With the tip of the finger, you brushed over the miniature scarf tied around the neck of the figure and the smile made out of coal turned out to be contagious. You looked around the room which turned out to be a shop with hand-made decorations. The shelves have been littered with many different versions of Santa Claus, sets of Christmas bubbles, candlesticks and garlands.
Your lips began to tremble slightly at the memory of your last holiday at home when Negan's strong arm wrapped around your waist with his chin resting on your shoulder. He was holding several twigs tied with a red ribbon in his other hand.
"Oh is that mistletoe?" he whispered into your ear, gently scratching your cheek with his stubble. You turned around in his arms, throwing your hands around his neck and clinging to him with your whole body as he stared at your lips with a smile.
Everything became clear. Some time ago you were talking about how much you'd been missing the festive dinners with family, Christmas tree and all the decorations back at your home.
"Thank you," you whispered.
"Merry Christmas, Sweetheart," he replied and throwing the mistletoe aside, he kissed you deeply, burying his hands in your hair.
Thank you for reading! Spread some holiday joy by leaving feedback! 
Tagging: @ravenclawkittyninja @dkosber  
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andvys · 2 years ago
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Love me tomorrow
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Warnings: angst, cheating, slut shaming, alcohol consumption, fluff
Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader // oc x female reader 
Author’s note: Not proof read! tbh I don't know how I feel about this buuuut let me know what you think! 💖
@twdimagining enjoy this bestie! 💘☺️
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Parties have never been your thing. You hated crowds of people, they have never failed to make you feel extremely anxious and uncomfortable and while you loved loud music, you hated the loud music at parties, combined with the loud chatter and laughs of the people, it made you feel anything but thrilled to be here but your best friends and your boyfriend have insisted on you being here.
You loved your best friend but you hated his parties, despised them even but you still showed up every single time. You don’t know if it was because of Steve’s begging puppy eyes or because you would feel way too guilty for staying at home instead of hanging out with your friends.
Pushing past a group of people, you stumbled into the empty kitchen, a frown on your face as you look around the messy room. Empty cups and snacks littered the kitchen counter, the smell of alcohol and weed lingered in the air.  
Sighing, you grab yourself a cold beer out of the fridge, knowing that you shouldn't be drinking more but at this moment, you didn't care. You just wanted to feel good and forget. 
Forget your stupid fight with your boyfriend. 
Just as you’re about to take a sip from your drink, a drunk couple stumbles into the kitchen, laughing as their lips connect, clearly not bothered by your presence as they as start making out in the middle of the room. 
Rolling your eyes, you grip the bottle tightly as you walk out of the room “can’t catch a fucking break in this house.” you mutter to yourself as you walk back into the crowded hallway. 
You have been trying to find an empty spot for almost an hour but every time you found one, someone would stumble in and ruin your peace.
The last place you wanted to spend your evening at was the bathroom but that was exactly where you found yourself at. The only quiet place. 
Shutting the door, you lean against it for a moment. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to shut out the loud noises from the outside. 
“I hate this stupid party.” you mumble to yourself.
“That makes two of us.” 
Startled you open your eyes at the sound of someones voice, putting your hand on your chest your eyes widen as your eyes lock with brown ones. 
Sitting in the bathtub with a flask in his hand, Eddie stares at you with a teasing look on his face. He takes a sip of whatever it was in his flask before he puts it back into the pocket of his jacket. 
“Jesus.” you mumble “don't scare me like that, Eddie.” 
He chuckles as he looks you up and down, eyes lingering on your skirt. He hasn’t seen you wear it before, it must be new. Eddie notices everything about you. From the way you style your hair to the way you pick your nail polish off whenever you’re nervous, he notices every smallest things about you. 
His eyes fall on your guns n’ roses shirt, tugged into your black plaid skirt, your short black plaid skirt. He licks his lips at the pretty sight in front of him. 
Raising his hands up in surrender “didn't mean to, sorry sweetheart.” 
You purse your lips, clutching the cold bottle of beer against your chest, you look around the bathroom before you look back at Eddie who watches you with a small smile on his face. 
“Umm, I’m just gonna go, you probably want to be alone.” you mumble as you avert your eyes from him. He makes you nervous. He always does.
“No, stay here.” he says “please, you’re like the only person in this house I want to hang out with.”
He looks at you with his big puppy eyes, the ones you can never say no to. He knows it, he knows the effect he has on you, the effect that cute pout and the pleading look in his eyes have on you.
“Okay.” you whisper.
Eddie smiles, pushing himself up, he reaches his hand out to you “get in doll.” 
Grabbing his hand, you smile at him as you get in the bathtub with him. Your eyes meet and you can’t shake off the giddy feeling you get whenever you look at him or the way your heart flutters whenever you find him staring at you. You shouldn't feel this way, it’s wrong.
Letting go of his hand, you look away from him as you sit down across from him. You sit down on your knees, pulling at your short skirt. 
“Welcome to the best hideout.” he jokes as he pulls the shower curtain close “look at this.” he chuckles pointing to the funny curtain “Harrington loves frogs.” 
You snort as you look at the shower curtain and at Eddie who looks like he’s already planning on teasing Steve for this. 
“So.. why are you here?” you ask, looking back at him as he sits down. 
“I could ask you the same thing, aren't you supposed to be with-” he pauses as an annoyed look crosses his face “your boyfriend?” he mumbles with bitterness in his voice. 
He hates your boyfriend. He doesn't even get what you see in him. 
Chris is the classic jock. An asshole who thinks he’s better than everyone else, the kind that shows off with his daddy’s money and thinks he owns the world because of it. 
It makes no sense to Eddie as to why you would date someone like him. 
You are nice and kind. You don’t care about what people think of you and you never cared about popularity, unlike your boyfriend who does everything he can to stay ‘relevant’. 
You dating Chris makes no sense to him at all. You don't fit together. 
Perhaps it’s the jealousy that makes him think that Chris isn't the right one for you. Eddie has loved you since the day fate has brought the two of you together- or rather since the day Dustin brought the two of you together when he basically forced you to stay at the boathouse with Eddie when the whole town was looking for him. 
He had his eye on you for a while, always watching and admiring you from afar. He always wondered what the girl with the band shirts and leather jackets was doing with a jock who basically lived in his basketball practice clothes. You always stood out at the popular table, you just didn't.. fit in. You looked so out of place and you didn't exactly look happy either. 
“We got into a fight.” you mumble before taking a sip from your bottle. 
Eddie raises his eyebrows “again?” he scoffs “why?”
Shifting in your seat uncomfortably, you scratch the back of your neck “doesn't matter.” you mumble. 
You didn't want to tell Eddie that your own boyfriend called you a slut for wearing a “way too” short skirt to a party or that he accused you of cheating on him with your best friend Steve because you hugged him longer ‘than necessary’. 
Eddie tilts his head as he waits for you to tell him what happened. A part of him hopes that whatever it is that happened between your boyfriend and you would push you closer to the end of your relationship. 
The persistent look on his face makes you sigh, knowing that he’ll keep asking about what happened until you’d finally open up.
“He called me a slut for wearing this skirt and then he proceeded to flirt with some cheerleader, don't even know her name.” you mumble, rolling your eyes at the memory. 
Chris has been more of an asshole than usual lately, he never called you bad names or commented anything rude on your outfits and he never treated you as shitty as he has been the past few weeks. 
At this point you don't even know why you are still with him. Your relationship isn't what it once was. He used to be the sweet boy next door who loved comic books and would sneak into your room at night to watch movies with you. He would take you on cute dates and treat you with kindness but now he was nothing but a classic high school jerk who treated you like shit. 
Eddie’s lips parted in shock. He stares at you with wide eyes, anger rushes through him especially when he sees the hurt expression on your face as you look down, tugging at the ends of your skirt. 
God, he would love nothing more than to punch your stupid boyfriend’s teeth out. 
He hated the guy before but now? Now despises him. The urge to hurt him growing more and more by the second. Eddie clenches his hands into fists, finding it hard to relax after what you just told him. 
He always suspected that your relationship wasn't what you made it out to be. Whenever you were around him, you looked unhappy and empty. You rarely ever smiled and you looked uncomfortable whenever he would touch you or try to kiss you in front of others. 
That wasn't what a relationship was supposed to look like. 
“Hey.” you mumble softly as you scoot closer to him, you put your hand over his “Eddie?” 
Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts and your touch manages to calm him down, instantly. He looks down at your hand that is now holding his, in your lap.
Eddie swallows nervously as his heart flutters in his chest. Just a simple touch from you is enough to drive him crazy. 
“You okay?” you ask him, staring at him with a concerned look in your eyes. 
Eddie scoffs. “I should be the one asking you this, sweetheart.” he mumbles as he looks at you “your boyfriend is a piece of shit.” he blurts out, usually he never said anything bad about him even though he wanted to but he was too afraid ruin that little bond the two of you had but right now he was fueled by anger “don’t ever listen to the shitty things he’s telling you, he is just an insecure stupid idiot who never even deserved you in the first place. I mean- have you seen this guy? He is the one who looks like a slut.” he rambles, rolling his eyes he reaches for the bottle in your hand.  
Perhaps it’s the alcohol in your system or maybe it’s the angry look on his face as he called your boyfriend a slut but you burst out laughing, hiding your face behind your hands. 
Eddie gulps down some of your beer. Furrowing his brows in worry as he stares at you. Slowly he pulls the bottle away from his lips. Your shoulders are shaking, your hands hiding your face. 
Panic settles in his chest as he thinks that he just made you cry. Putting the bottle down, he moves closer to you so you’re basically in between his legs “hey-hey, sweetheart.” he whispers as he takes your hands in his, dragging them away from your face slowly only to find you giggling, no tears, no frown on your face, nothing like that. You’re laughing. 
Eddie relaxes at the sight of your happy face. Relief washing over him. For a second he thought that he made your situation worse. He would've never forgiven himself if he did. 
“He is a slut?” you laugh, shaking your head. 
Eddie can’t help but laugh with you, the sound of your laughter is contagious, it makes his heart flutter, it makes him happy. 
“Yeah he is, with his short basketball shorts.” he jokes, his eyes lighting up as you continue laughing with him. 
Eddie is still holding both of your hands in his and he is close, way closer than he was before. It makes you nervous but at the same time it makes you feel good.
You can’t deny the fact that Eddie makes you feel something that your boyfriend fails to do. He makes you feel safe and comforted. He makes you feel happy and he makes you smile every time you are with him. 
He also makes your heart race like crazy especially when you find him staring at you from afar. 
You look into his beautiful brown eyes, the ones that stare back at you with the most loving gaze. He always looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.
Your eyes flicker to his lips and he notices it, of course he does and god, he wants to kiss you, he wants to kiss you so bad but he can’t. 
Letting go of one of your hands, he reaches out to you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingers on your cheek “you’re so beautiful, y/n.” he murmurs. 
You smile shyly as you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. You should not feel this way.. it’s wrong.. so so wrong.. 
“So are you, Eddie. The most beautiful boy.” you whisper, not knowing what effect your words have on him. 
Eddie blushes under your gaze, his heart beats wildly in his chest and he stares at you with an awestruck expression on his face. 
“You’re drunk, sweetheart.” he whispers, shaking his head at your words. 
You smile at him, noticing his flustered expression. You love how he always acts so tough and confident when in reality he is shy, awkward and blushes easily whenever you comment on his appearance.
“I’m not.” you say as you reach for his flask that is hidden inside the pocket of his jacket. His eyes widen in surprise as he feels your hand on his chest. The touch only lasted for a second but that one second was enough for him to grow as red as a tomato, his heart beating wildly in his chest. 
You will be the death of him. 
��But I should be.” you chuckle, you can't remember the last time you let loose. Every time you went to these parties, you only relied on soda since your dear boyfriend always convinced you to be the designed driver at every party but right now, you didn't care “Chris can find someone else to drive him home.”
Eddie watches as you take a swig from the flask, not even wincing at the taste of whiskey. A drop of it runs down your chin and down your throat. Eddie licks his lips at the thought of licking it off your neck and kissing you whilst you moan into his mouth as he pulls you into his lap. 
“Eddie?” 
Blinking, his eyes widen at the inappropriate thoughts that just crossed his mind. Shifting in his seat uncomfortably, his eyes lock with yours “y-yeah?” 
“Wanna get drunk together?” you ask him innocently as you look at him with widened pupils. He knows you already had something to drink, he could smell the liquor when you moved closer to him. 
“I’d love to but someones gotta take care of you, sweetheart.” he says, smiling at you as he reaches out to wipe the liquor off your chin. 
Your lips part, staring at him with wide eyes, you gulp nervously. Your heart fluttering at both his words and his touch. 
“Y-You don't have to take care of me, Eddie.” you whisper as you look down at his hands, his fingertips are lingering on your knees, the faintest touch of him makes you feel- weird, he makes you feel things that he isn't supposed to make you feel. 
Your boyfriend should make you feel this way, not Eddie but you can’t deny the fact that you sometimes catch yourself wishing that he was your boyfriend instead.
“I know but I want to.” he pauses, he uses your distraction to stare at you. You are perfect, so goddamn perfect to him. 
He loves the way your eyes light up whenever you talk about something you love. He loves the way you’re unable to fight that smile off your face whenever your eyes lock with his. He loves how you pass him notes during math class or how you use his hand to draw something whenever you get anxious or nervous about something. Knowing that his touch brings you comfort makes him feel all warm inside. 
He loves everything about you. 
He loves you. 
“I want to take care of you, y/n.” he whispers, following your gaze to his hand, your hand is touching his, your fingers tracing his rings. Eddie grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers together. 
Your eyes meet again and you can’t fight your feelings anymore, you can't deny them any longer. 
Eddie is the one you want. The only one who makes you feel this way. 
“Eddie.” you whisper, looking into his eyes, you notice the soft look in his eyes, the loving look in his eyes. 
Suddenly the door bursts open, startling you, your grip on Eddie’s hand tightens and he pulls you closer in response. 
Putting your hand on your chest, you roll your eyes at the rude interruption, letting go of Eddie’s hand, you reach your hand out to pull the curtain back to tell whoever it is to find another bathroom but Eddie stops you, gripping your hand tightly, he pulls it back again “wait.” he whispers.
You furrow your brows in confusion as you watch him peek out, his eyes widen in surprise, his lips part whilst his grip on your hand tightens. 
You watch him in confusion, not understanding what has him so shocked until you hear a voice. His voice and someone else’s voice. 
A girl’s voice. 
It’s the same girl from before, the one he basically ditched you for when he turned his back to you. 
You hear her giggles as they stumble further into the room after shutting the door, presumably kissing as silence fills the air for a moment. 
“What about y/n?” 
The mention of your name makes your heart stop for a moment. 
“What about her?” your boyfriend chuckles “you didn't care about her before.” you hear him say, the sound of kisses captures your ears.
Before? 
You can feel the bile rising in your throat, the sick feeling in your stomach at the realization of what has been happening behind your back. 
“Yeah but she’s here tonight.” she mumbles annoyedly.
“Yeah and who am I with right now, baby?” he pauses “you, so forget about her, she doesn't matter to me, never did.” he murmurs.
God, you feel sick. 
Eddie looks at you, an angry expression crosses his face. He hates him, he hated your boyfriend from the first time he met him but for the sake of your friendship he tolerated him but this? This made him want to kill him especially after seeing the shocked and betrayed look on your face.
You held your breath as you put your hand over your mouth, staring at Eddie with wide eyes. Your grip on his hand tightens, your eyes pleading to not make a scene right now. 
You don't feel heartbroken just betrayed and hurt. You might not love him but the betrayal still stings. 
He used to be your best friend and perhaps that’s why you stayed with him all this time. You held onto your friendship not your relationship. 
“W-Wait, let’s go back to my place.” you hear her mumble “I don't feel like having sex in some random bathroom again.” 
How many times has he cheated on you?
You don't even know what you’re feeling right now. Is it anger? Disgust? Sadness? Are you even feeling anything?
You aren't surprised to hear him agree to her but it still hurt you, not because he leaves his girlfriend but because he leaves his childhood best friend, the one he was always so protective of. He didn't even care about you, he didn't even hesitate to leave with her and leave you here, not even knowing where you are or if you’re okay.
The door shuts once again and you’re met with silence. You exhale softly as you move your hand away from your face. 
Eddie looks just as shocked as you are but he’s also angry, angry at your boyfriend for hurting you and betraying you in such a disgusting way. He can’t believe that someone could get lucky enough to have someone as perfect as you only to throw everything away for someone else. 
“Y/n.” he whispers softly. His eyes immediately soften as he looks at you. He scans your face, finding it difficult to read your expression right now. 
“I-I’m okay.. I’m okay.” you mumble, shaking your head.
A sudden wave of embarrassment washes over you. 
He shouldn't have witnessed this. 
This was humiliating enough for you alone.
You wipe your fallen tears away and reach for the bottle next to Eddie but before you can even get your hand on it, Eddie pushes it away and grabs your hand “don’t, this’ll make it worse.” he mumbles as he scans your face worriedly. 
You sigh, closing your eyes you nod slowly as you slip your hand out of his.
“Right. I’m uh- I’m gonna go.” you mumble, pushing yourself up, you avoid looking at him.
Even as he gets up as well, you look anywhere but at him, knowing that he looks at you with pity in his eyes and you don't want this right now, you don't want anyone to pity you. 
Only as you stumble forward and into him, your eyes meet his again, his hands find their way to your waist, steadying you “hey, you okay sweetheart?” 
You are okay. You are okay because he is here, because he is all you need, all you want.
You blink, putting your hands on his chest, you lean against him for a moment. Only now feeling the alcohol in your system. Your head is spinning and your knees feel weak.
Eddie cups your face gently, tilting your head up “lets get you home, yeah?” 
You nod, letting him guide you out of the bathtub. He keeps his hands on your waist as you step out, pulling you against him “come on.”
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Walking through the dark streets, you look at the ground blankly as you think about everything that happened. Eddie’s hand is resting comfortably in yours, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin, his jacket is draped over your shoulder, providing you warmth and comfort. 
As the shock of what happened in the bathroom subsided, you started to realize that you didn't even care. You didn't care that your boyfriend who was now your ex boyfriend cheated on you. 
You didn't care because you never loved him. 
You didn't know what love was when you started dating him, you just liked him and he liked you and that's why you thought it was good enough to throw yourself into a miserable relationship while ruining the friendship the two of you had.
You didn't know what love was until you met Eddie. 
The realization dawned on you a few weeks ago when you were hanging out at his place, listening to one of his many mixtapes you were laying comfortably on his bed while he was trying to finish an essay he asked you to help him with. You were watching him, using his distraction to admire his beauty, his brows were furrowed, his tongue poking out as he was writing his last sentence. 
He looked so cute in that moment, his hair was tousled from pulling at it whenever he got frustrated with the essay, his cheeks were slightly red from the summer heat making it look like he had a constant blush on his cheeks. 
The moment he put the pen down and sighed dramatically as he threw himself on the bed next to you, you stiffened, especially when he put his head on your lap. You stiffened not because you were uncomfortable, it was quite the opposite. You felt too comfortable. It felt so natural, like it was supposed to be this way. Your hands found their way into his hair and your eyes locked with his,  a soft smile was lingering on his lips and he looked so.. happy. 
In that moment you knew. 
You knew that you had fallen in love with Eddie. 
“Sweetheart?” 
“Yeah?” 
“Stupid question but are you okay?” Eddie asks, carefully. 
You turn to look at him, his eyes are trained on you, a worried look on his face. 
“Umm- yeah.” you mumble, nodding “actually I’m totally okay.” you whisper “I guess he did find someone else to bring him home.” you chuckle. 
Maybe you’re going crazy but a part of you feels relieved that this night went the way it did. Getting cheated on should have hurt you more than it did but there was no love, no feelings, it didn't even hurt, not the way it was supposed to hurt.
Somehow the thought of Eddie having a girlfriend hurt you more than the fact that your boyfriend cheated on you with some cheerleader. 
Feeling his eyes on you, you turn to look at him. His eyes are glued to your face, brows pulled together in concentration as he tries to read you. 
“I-It sucks but it doesn't hurt. I don’t love him, I don’t think I ever did.” you shrug “I didn't really know what love was back then.” 
Eddie raises his brows at your words “and now you do?” he asks. 
You look deep into his eyes, your hand tightens around his, a smile tugs at your lips as stare at him.
Eddie can feel his heart racing in his chest, his stomach flutters and his chest feels warm. You always look at him this way, so softly and lovingly, it makes him giddy every single time. 
There is something between the two of you, since the very beginning and he knows he isn't the only one who feels it. 
He feels it in your touch and he sees it in your eyes. 
You feel it too.
“Yes.” you whisper, squeezing his hand. 
“W-What changed?” 
You swallow nervously as you look at him. His brown eyes are flickering with hope, his grip tightens on you as he awaits your answer. 
You feel flustered under his gaze, your hands are shaky. Taking a deep breath, you look up at the sky for a moment before you look back at Eddie.
“I met this guy.” you whisper “that I really like.” 
“O-Oh..” Eddie murmurs, sadness flickers in his eyes as he averts his gaze from you, thinking of the worst already. 
“He uh- he is amazing and funny and he’s actually very smart. I’m obsessed with his hair, it’s insanely good looking. He’s also very strong, we fought off these crazy bats together-.” you ramble. 
Eddie’s shoulders slump as realization dawns on him. 
Steve Harrington. 
Of course you like Steve and his stupid hair. 
“He also plays guitar- he’s in this really cool band and even lets me watch during rehearsals and-.”
Wait.
Steve doesn't play guitar and he isn't in a band either. 
His eyes widen and his heart starts racing for the millionth time that night. He halts in his tracks, pulling on your hand, he turns his whole body towards you as he puts his hands on your waist. 
“Y-you like me?” he asks nervously, interrupting your rambling. 
You stare at him for what feels like an eternity as you struggle to speak up, too nervous to say anything, nervous about getting rejected by him. 
You know there's no going back now, you have to tell him, tell him how you feel, tell him the truth. 
“I-I do.” you whisper “whenever I'm with you, my heart is just starts racing like crazy but it also feels so warm and content and I-  I just always want to be around you because you make me feel at home, you make everything- better and I couldn't help it, I couldn't help but fall in love with you Eddie.” you ramble, taking a deep breath, you sigh nervously after your confession. 
Eddie stares at you wide eyed, his grip on your waist tightens as he looks into your eyes. This feels like a dream, everything he ever wanted is right in front of him. 
He laid awake at nights, imagining this very moment, you feel the same. 
“E-Eddie?” 
Your voice is so small just above a whisper as you wait for him to say something. You blink nervously as you look down. 
“Sweetheart.” he whispers, letting go of your waist he cups your cheeks instead, tilting your head up so he can see your face again “do you really mean that?” he asks, his eyes look hopeful and also scared, scared that it’s the alcohol talking, scared that you’ll regret it tomorrow morning.
You cup his hands and draw closer to him “I do.” you whisper. Your eyes bore into his soft ones, you smile at him “I never knew what love was until I met you, Eddie.”
Eddie’s whole face lights up, different emotions flicker in his eyes and he is happy, so happy. He wants to jump and scream in happiness. 
“Y/n.” he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours, he stares into your eyes “sweetheart, my heart is yours, it’s been yours since the day we met so please-” he pauses, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, he takes a deep breath “please don't break it when you sober up. Please tell me all these things in the morning again, please still love me when you wake up tomorrow because I can’t go another day without you by my side.”
Your lips part, your heart squeezes in your chest. He looks so happy and scared at the same time, scared that you will break his heart but you would never, you would never hurt him. You will keep his heart safe, forever. 
“Eddie.” you whisper, he is so close, your lips brush against his “I love you and tomorrow when I wake up, I will love you even more.” 
His heart nearly exploded right there and then. He has never felt this happy in his life before but this, this was the moment. 
He smiles at you, his eyes shimmer with happy tears as he pulls your body closer to him, pulling you flush against him “god, I’m so in love with you.” he whispers as he presses a soft kiss on your forehead before he pulls you into a tight hug. 
Eddie knows there's no reason for him to feel scared. Deep down he knows that your feelings won't change tomorrow, that you will wake up and tell him how much you love him all over again. 
All he wants is right in front of him. 
You and your love. 
He knows, you will love him tomorrow and you will love him the day after tomorrow. 
Forever.
You will love him forever.
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spitefulsatan · 6 years ago
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Upon us (#3)
"Well." Negan started, looking away from you for a moment then back to your E/C eyes "You could become one of my Wives." he said with a shrug, "But you didn't seem to like them to much" You shook your head preparing to walk away from him but before you could he grabbed you arm.
"Look, I Do miss you and I want you around, but Look around Y/N.. It's the Zombie Apocalypse." he said shaking his head his hands up in the air to point to the walkers, you shook your head, "How about you ditch those.. Girls, and come back to me, someone who actually cares about you Negan."  
Negan turned his head seeming to think for a moment, "It shouldn't be that hard." you said to get his attention, "No.. Your right...Ill talk-" you cut him off, "There's no need to 'Talk' to them, it's a choice- but if it's this hard for you then forget it, I miss my group, at least there I felt like I had a family- even during the ZOMBIE apocalypse" you exaggerated the word Zombie like he didn't understand.
you gave him one last smug look and turned away from him, walking towards the long metal tenements were you had been staying, a long with other people who had been forced away from there group, taking a seat on your bed you kicked off your shoes angrily, you couldn't believe the person your sweet Negan had become, it was sickening, he wasn't the man you fell in love with
Soon, your angry thoughts became distant and you fell asleep under the metal roof, the hot sun beaming down on you, you'd probably get overheated, maybe that's what you really wanted anyways,..
It didn't take Negan long to find you and bring you back to his 'Palace', Shooing away his other dames and laying you down in his bed, his eyes scanning over your frame, a sigh escaped his lips and he took a seat next to you, his big hand enclosing over yours, "Listen, Y/N.. You know I'd do anything for you right?- I mean I didn't kill them fuckers who killed my men, Did I? For you.." he took another deep breath like he was thinking.
"I never forgot about you." at this point you were fully aware of where you were, eyes still closed as you listened to his raspy voice as he whispered to you, you felt the bed dip and then his arms wrapped around you, "Those girls, they're distractions- but I don't need no distractions princess- see.. I got you now."
You tried not to smile at his words, they seemed crude but you knew he was trying his hardest to be romantic, even if he thought you were sleeping, "Then I guess I'll have to help you run things around here with you."
Your voice made him jump slightly, his eyes followed yours as you turned to face him, "Really?" he asked in almost a submissive voice, "Absolutely"
(Yay I finished it!! I really love this so I hope you guys do to.. should I do more Negan?)  
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strugglingfairy · 8 years ago
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Tag List <3
Hey loves, I've had a few messages of people who have asked to be on my tag list for my imagines, I'm all for it, it means you'll be notified when I post a new imagine for you all! (Timezones mean I tend to post stuff in the middle of the night for most people so it’s a good way to make sure you don't miss anything!)
Please reblog this post to be added to my tag list for my imagines, I might get my Carl x Enid imagine up tonight so let’s see how many of you lovelies we can get tagged for then!
-Mads <3
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fandomimaginesxoxo · 7 years ago
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~Carl when he saw you for the first time since you had been separated. When the prison fell you had been separated from the whole group but months later you stumbled upon Alexandria and you saw Carl so you yelled his name and ran to him to hug him. He whispered “God baby girl I missed you soooo much. I love you so much never leave me Y/N.” “ I won’t baby I won’t.”
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