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teenageyouthwitch · 3 months ago

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( Daryl x femalereader )

Storyline: Daryl x reader were together before the apocalypse started and she got pregnant and he doesn't know yet and when the apocalypse starts they can't find each other, while Daryl finds the Atlanta group pregnant reader is living the hard life alone until she finds Alexandria, and after awhile the Atlanta group finds Alexandria and reader catch's Daryl's eye and as he starts talking to you more he finds out your his missing girl but when he's hugging you you tell him he's a father

Story name: our little secret

Words: somewhere around a thousand

Warnings: pregnancy, blood, kissing, I think that's it

Daryl and I have been together for almost two years now, today was like no other me and him were laying in his bed in his trailer after I slept over, what was different from all the others is that when I woke up I quickly rushed into the bathroom and was sick for about 10 minutes until Daryl came in and helped hold my hair back and rub soothing circles on my back. After I stopped pucking my brains out Daryl helps me back into bed and gets me some nausea medicine.

After Daryl drops me off at my trailer, he heads to work, I get nauseous again but realize that maybe I was getting sick, after getting sick a couple times I call my friend and ask her to swing by the pharmacy and grab a pregnancy test, when she finally drives up she rushes in and jumps up and down " holy shit you're pregnant!!! " " Does Daryl know yet?" She asks excitedly. " No, not yet " I say taking the bag and going into the bathroom. I pee in the stick and put it on the counter and pace back and forth, I wait the couple minutes and then I look over it and let out a cry as I collapse against the cabinets holding the stick that reads positive. My friend rushes in and when her eyes meets mine she quickly rushes over and hugs me, rubbing my hair as my head rests on her chest. She whispers how happy she is and how exciting it will be and then when she gets to Daryl my face pales, I haven't told Daryl yet, how will he react, will he leave me? A million questions run miles an hour through my mind. After a few minutes I start to calm down and wipe my tears, my friends holds out her hand to help me up, I take her hand and we walk into the living room, she puts on the TV and changes to the news, she was always like that she liked watching the news, I dial Daryls phone at his work but I drop the phone when I read the headline on the news. Breaking news: the dead are walking and taking over the major cities and working their way to the smaller towns.

I at once wanted to find Daryl because I know he'd keep me and this baby safe but as we locked all the doors and windows Daryl never came so we pack up food, water, clothes, everything we think we'll need, I wrote a small note reading: we're heading into the country away from the cities and take her car and leave the town heading away from the populated cities into the country side.

We soon find a camp at an old quarry and as soon as we get there we're introduced and Daryls there I want to run into his arms and tell him everything but he seems so distant and doesn't even look like he cares that I'm alive, as time goes by my bump gets harder to hold having to wear baggy clothes, when the quarry is overrun she gets bite, I stay by her side until she starts to turn and I have to plunge a knife into her skull, as the blood falls from her skull onto my hands and the knife I just want to curl up and cry myself into to sleep but I stay strong and as everyone packs up to head to the CDC I have to ride with Daryl, he doesn't talk much and never says anything about missing me or the noticable bump, does he think I fucked someone else? What did I do that makes him hate me so much? I stay silent all the way, paying my respects for Jim when we leave him, but other than that staying silent all the way to the CDC. After we are finally in the safety of the CDC everyone celebrates, eating the food, talking, laughing, and getting drunk except for me I don't drink or get to loud and I turn in early.

( Time skip )

I watch from where I'm laying down in Daryl's truck as the CDC explores into nothingness, I don't notice Daryls body over mine until he's not there and instead is asking if I'm alright. " I'm okay just shaking up a bit how are you?" I ask him to which he replies " 'm fine" and then everything goes quiet. We get everything ready and start the train of cars heading away from the walker attraction that was the CDC.

As everyone continues on the road and gets stuck in the traffic jammed highway out of Atlanta, a herd comes by through and we all hide in or under cars, I cut my arm on the underside of a car. After the herd leaves Rick leaves to save Sofia, carol helps me clean and wrap my arm with some bandages we found in a car when we were scavenging. After a few hours Rick comes back with no Sofia making carol worried, I sooth her and rub circles on her back. As Daryl, Rick, and a few others go out to look for her we stay on the highway then only a few other come back saying Carl was shot and was taken to a farm not far from here. As we leave some stuff if Sofia comes back to the highway then we head to the farm.

I help cook and clean around the farm and try and talk to Daryl a couple times but he just gets more distant with me looking for Sofia, when he gets shot I stay by his side and take care of him. After Sofia is found dead that has a big effect on the group especially Daryl.

After the farm falls and gets overrun everyone meets up on the highway, Im never found after the farm was overrun and that makes Daryl more distant with the group as he looks everywhere while on the run for shelters. As the group finds the prison everyone is at little ease.

I travel through the woods running as fast as I can from the walkers, soon I lose them and set up in an abandoned house for the night. As the days go by in a blur and my due date comes closer and closer. After a few months of traveling on my own I meet a man named arron and he takes me to a beautiful and safe place called Alexandria.

Only a few months from my due date I go with him and get a job in the community garden, and when I give birth to a beautiful, healthy, baby girl I am overjoyed. I name her Cecelia, a name me and Daryl have always talked about liking. As she grows up I can't help but pray that Daryl will be brought back home to us, and as if God was listening the next week Arron brings a group of survivors to Alexandria and who do you think they are, none other than the original Atlanta group themselves. I am overwhelmed with joy as my eyes meet with Daryls.

As time goes by and the new group is settling into Alexandria, I want to talk to Daryl and tell him everything but he seems distant, or at least I thought he was, then one crisp, sunny autumn morning he comes up to my while I'm working in the garden after dropping Cecilia off at the day care run my a sweet woman named Enid. He walks up to me as I'm exiting the community pantry and nearly walks right into his chest. He grabs my arms to help steady me asks " ya alrigh?" I just nod my head as I can feel my cheeks heat up. We stand there awkwardly until I can't hold back anymore, I don't care if he pushes me away I just wrap my arms around his neck and hug him like if I don't he'll slip away. What surprises me most is the feeling straight after my arms wrap around his neck that his arms wrap around my back holding me the same way I am him. " I....I missed you so much Daryl" I stutter out into his now long hair " I missed ya too darlin" Daryl whispers into my hair as his head rests on my shoulder. We stay hugging each other until a soft voice calls out " mommy?" I slowly pull away and look down and am met with the soft blue doe eyes of my daughter, she extends her arms up and says " mommy upies" I bend down and pick her up and sit her on my hip as I turn back to Daryl his face filled with anxious, affection, and a hint of fear as he started at me and then the small child in my arms " c-can I....can I hold her?" Daryl asks holding out his hands " of course you can she is yours " I say as I gently lift her up and hand her to her father. She coos softly as she holds into Daryls hair with her tiny hand "dada!" She cries out as she smiles showing her couple of baby teeth coming in. Daryl holds her on one arm and holds her back with his other hand as he looks up and me his eyes show no fear or anxiety, all that is in his eyes is love, affection, and a few tears. I step forward gently wiping the tears away and leaning up kissing his chapped lips, I run my hand into his hair and continue to kiss him until Cecilia starts climbing over from Daryls arms into mine. As I take her back he asks "what's her name?" " Cecilia" I answer looking at him lovingly, " Cecilia" he says his voice full of love " I love it just as much as I love ya" he says pulling me closer by my hips and planting his lips onto mine again.

Part 2 anyone????

#daryl x reader #twd daryl #daryl fanfiction

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teenageyouthwitch · 3 months ago

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( Daryl x femalereader)

Storyline: when reader was just a little girl she always helped her father out in the garage working on trucks and cars so it's not surprise that when the apocalypse happens reader becomes a mechanic for Alexandria year go by reader is now a mechanic in Alexandria working on the vehicles and other things but when the group comes to Alexandria reader catches the eye of a certain archer,

Story name: like father like daughter

Words: somewhere around one thousand and five hundred ( i tried counting but I lost count so many times so I gave up but I promise it's worth it or at least I hope )

Warnings: death, dying, knives, guns, smoking, blood, and drinking....but If you guess want in part two I might do smut idk

This is my first one so sorry if it's not what y'all were hoping for or expecting, I hope you guess do like it tho

When I was a very young girl maybe around the age of 3 my dad started bringing me to help him work even if it was as simple as getting his rag of the tool table or handing him a wrench, or even just to give my mom a break and spend time with my dad, it was easy to say I was a daddy's girl.

As I grew up always around him my first and only job was working with him, it didn't pay much but I was okay with that because I got to spend all day with my favorite person.

When the apocalypse hits the fan and everything goes bullshit me and my father run for it sadly getting home too late to save Mom, now on the run my dad starts slowing down from age I try and urge him with simple words like " come on we can't stop in the middle of the woods " or " just five more minutes than we can take a break okay Dad? " It wasn't easy on either of us, him because he was dying and me because I was watching my favorite person's light fade. When we finally come across an abandoned cabin in the woods I tell him " rest and keep watch while I look around inside " I walk inside my heavy black boots making a clomp, clomp, clomp sound as I walk cautiously inside with my gun in one hand and my knife in the other. After looking over everything I call my dad in and we set down our backpacks and look for supplies after barricadeing the door and windows. We find some not too expired canned food and eat it with our bare hands laughing at the mess we made when we finish, after throwing halfway cleaning ourselves up we make our bed and camp out on the floor, I fall asleep listening to the loud snoring from my dad.

I wake up to the same snoring, I pack up my things and help him pack up his then we set out, hunting a couple squirrels here and there for road snacks. As a few hours go by my dad starts to slow down but when I say " come on just give more minutes" or " we can't stop here " he doesn't listen he just sits down leaning against a tree and throws his backpack at my feet. I look up at him puzzled but when I do my face drops and tears start to fall as I see his head leaning off to the side at a weird angle, when I call his name through my shaky voice he doesn't respond, I fall to my knees and slowly crawl to him I pull out my hunting knife and plunge the blade into the back of his head causing blood to coat my hands and my blade then lay his head onto the tree, I stand up and kiss his already cold forehead and pick up his backpack and start walking again.

I've lost count of how many days or even weeks have gone by before I'm found by a nice man named arron he takes me under his wing like a father and brings me to Alexandria where I tell them what I'm good at and get a job as the mechanic, working day after day on, under, around and in cars, trucks, and motorcycle of all kinds.

Today was no different than any other I got dressed into my work overalls and I put on a black sleeveless crop top, with my combat boots I always wear and my now shoulder length hair in two French braids with a black bandana over my head with two pieces on the side hanging down as I head to work I bump into Arron on his way to go look for more people to bring in, we exchanged quick hellos as we continue walking to our jobs. I get to my garage and open the bay door and walk in smelling the familiar smell of oil and grease from the vehicles. I put on the small slightly broken radio one of the people from Alexandria found on a run, my heart aches when an old Nirvana song comes on over the radio as I get flashbacks from my dad and me at only 5 years old rocking out in his garage as the same song plays. I hum to myself the lyrics as I get to work, as it hits lunch time I go back to my house and make myself a sandwich and grab a bottle of water and sit on my front steps as I take a break to eat half my sandwich and drinking all of my water, I refill my water and put my sandwich in the fridge of my house and head back to work, I start working but not even a half hour in and someone's calling my name, I slide out from under a car and stand up dusting of my overalls and walking to see why I was being called. As I walk out I'm immediately met with a large group of survivors that Arron has brought back. I smile and shake hands with most of them, as arron shows them around I head back to work completely unaware of the eyes that have been watching my every move from when I came out of the mechanic garage to when I shook hands with everyone to now when I'm walking back, those eyes belonged to none other than thee Daryl Dixon.

An hour or so into working one of the cars breaks I'm called again and nearly walk into a man's chest I let out a slight gasp as I step back looking up at the tall man with long brown shaggy hair and beautiful blue ish green eyes, his clothes were torn and ragged but that's part of what catches my eye, the fact that he's a real survivor. " Y/n this is Daryl, Daryl this is y/n " Arron says as he stands slightly behind this Daryl fellow. I hold out my hand as I'm met with his rough hand as he shakes my hand in return " alright, y/n do you still have that extra bedroom in your house? " Arron again breaks the awkward silence " yes I do why? " Y/n asks breaking eye contact with Daryl. " The other houses are full and Daryl was willing to give up his spot so I was curious if you stay in that bedroom while we work on building more houses for them?" " Oh ummm yeah no problem " y/n strutters slightly cursing herself for being so easily distracted by his broad shoulders and soft eyes.

As I show Daryl the smaller extra room he enters with a grunt as he sets his things down and lays across the bed with a deep sigh. I take that as my leaving signal and I walk downstairs and start making dinner, something simple, spaghetti, spaghetti sauce , and meat balls. Once everything is done I call up to Daryl " dinners ready if you want to eat!" To which I get in response a huff and the squeak of the bedframe and his loud footsteps as he walks downstairs, I set out everything and pull out a bottle of whiskey I had found on one of my runs and pour each of us a glass and start eating, I try and make conversation but it extremely difficult with someone that only responds with " mhm" or soft grunts or nods. After dinner I clean up the table and put the leftovers away, as I start dishes Daryl helps much to my surprise, after dishes are done I was walked out onto the front porch where there was a porch swing my dad would have loved to sit in and people watch, I sit down causing it to squeak quietly as I light a cigarette i look out onto the streets of Alexandria, I'm so zoned out I don't feel the weight on the other end of the swing until a hand comes up to where I'm holding the cigarette causing me to gasp then laugh at the expression on Daryl's face, I apologize and hand him the cigarette and lighter. We spend the rest of the night passing the cigarette back and forth, becoming more comfortable with each other's presence in our lives. Little did I know the effects I was having on the man next to me.

Part 2 anyone???

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