yannadere

[yannadere]

Songbird Soliloquy

daryl dixon x afab!reader who's a musician

summary: y/n is an underground alt musician who uses their music to lure hordes away from the group.

tags: mild songfic, musician!reader, jealousy, pining, cuddles, fluff, injuries, hurt/comfort

((based off of jazmin beans's worldwide torture))

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you sit patiently, tuning your guitar and giving it an experimental strum. the sound of your loud instrument alarms most people in the camp, and you smile sheepishly, turning down the built in amp. "y/n-." shane starts, but you cut him off. "relax, it's fine. it was barely loud compared to how loud this baby can get." you grin, continuing your tuning. "okay, just please don't alert every walker for miles to our location." he sighs, and you roll your eyes. "dude, relax. it was barely a strum." you giggle, noticing carl's curious gaze.

"hey, little man. wanna learn one day?" you ask with a smile, and he looks up at lori. "maybe when we're somewhere safer." she nods, smiling. "cool!" carl bounces slightly, clearly excited. "alright, the plan is to move out of atlanta..." rick states, and you nod as the group starts listening. "we're heading to fort benning, georgia. should be safer." rick informs, and the group seem to agree.

"alright, we're heading out asap." rick nods, walking away, lori following. daryl huffs, slumping down onto a chair next to you. "you ever gonna ditch that thing?" he asks, and you shake your head. "never. she's my baby." you grin, sticking your tongue out at him. daryl rolls his eyes and carl beams. "can you play something?" he asks, eyes staring at your guitar. "ahh- i don't think that would be smart..." lori butts in but you give carl a few chords to keep him happy. "not too loud." shane scolds, and you roll your eyes. "c'mon, we've gotta move." rick sighs, closing a car door. "alright. let's go."

the rv comes to a wheezing stop, and you open the door to step out, observing the broken down vehicle next to you. daryl's motorbike passes you and you grin at him as he glances at you. everyone gets out, observing the engine with disappointment. glenn chews his nails anxiously, and you nudge him as you approach him. "relax, dale can fix it." you grin, slinging an arm around his shoulders. "i don't know... it's more duct tape than hose... and i'm out of duct tape." dale huffs, shrugging before crossing his arms in thought.

"surely we could scavenge from these cars..?" you suggest, gesturing to the mass of dead cars down the road. "we can get supplies too..!" glenn nods, but lori doesn't seem happy. "this is a graveyard..." she points out, and you sigh. "lori, we need the stuff in this graveyard to survive." you say, walking away to gather some items. daryl follows you, seemingly agreeing to your statement.

you open a car door, peering inside. "ooh! jackpot!" a toothy grin covers your face as you pull out an unopened bottle of whiskey. daryl smirks at the sight, popping the trunk to check for anything useful. you shrug your backpack off to put the whiskey away when a noise catches your attention. a walker gurgles, trying to crawl towards you. you roll your eyes, grumbling about the 'ankle biter' before stomping on it's head with your heavy platform boots.

"they do some good damage?" daryl passes by you, moving on to another car near where t-dog was scavenging gas. "of course they do. i'm the one wearing them." you reply cheekily, adjusting your guitar strap idly. daryl huffs out a laugh, already searching through another car. "don't blow your ego up." he teases, and you chuckle, bumping him when you pass. another zombie catches your gaze in the distance, sluggishly trudging between cars. rick seems to spot it too, aiming but freezing as more seem to pop up. "daryl, look at this shit." you hiss, grabbing his vest roughly to point him in the direction of the approaching horde.

"holy shit..." daryl moves on quickly, going to pull you with him. "hold on, i can lead them away." you say, grabbing your guitar strap. "are you crazy?!" he snaps, going to grab your wrist. "absolutely." you grin, running towards the horde. you couldn't let anyone get hurt, there were kids in this camp. you had already witnessed so much death, feeling useless as you normally held no weapons other than your pocket knife. "this time, i'm gonna be the hero." you nod, ignoring everyone warning you as you vault over the barrier to sneak past.

you had your target, clambering upon the truck and turning up your guitar to max. you give the strings a harsh strum, happy with the tuning. slowly, the undead turn to you, and you grin. "come on, come get some." you whisper under your breath, starting up gently with a few notes. as the crowd slowly turns to you. eventually, as they start approaching you, you turn up your theme, playing your song adeptly. everyone comes out of hiding one by one to watch you, clearly shocked by your confidence.

carl seems to light up as you play your song, having to yell your lyrics so it would be heard over your guitar's loudness. shane and rick quickly gather the group, moving them back so no one would get hurt if a stray zombie wandered off, yet it seemed they all wanted you. the truck rocks slightly as they bang and press on it, yet you keep your balance.

"i'll be chewing on your face and knocking down your door-" you regain balance as the truck wobbles dangerously, glancing around for another safe car. a van was your best bet in case the truck went, but you had to wait for the rest of the horde to catch up. "a pure violation of god's great creation! it's an infestation, it's world domination-!" you belt out, the truck fully swaying by now. you glance up, everyone's staring at you anxiously. you had to come out on top for them.

thinking fast, you jump from the truck, landing on the van and almost slipping. the crowd slowly moves around the truck as it's rocking ceases, and you realise just how dangerous your new pedestal is. you have to keep moving to avoid getting grabbed, jumping across the cars and ignoring how your guitar doesn't hit every note perfectly.

"i never come second place, always been a big disgrace- shit." you dodge a walker quickly, clambering up onto another car. "smell the fear, i know you see- high achiever." you manage to get back on top of a high truck, watching two of the walkers approaching sophia who was at the side of the group. you strum aggressively, yelling your lyrics as far as your diaphragm would allow. "killing so i stay on top but i could never do any wrong! c'mon you freaks! i'm right here!" as sophia scrambles to carol's open arms, the zombies turn to you slowly and you grin.

"sour to the bone marrow, horrid to the core- all you've got is not enough, stupid! i just want more!" you yell, ignoring how the truck starts swaying. "and i'll throw another punch! yes, i'll get the highest score!" you land on the road, almost falling over before hopping over the barrier and leading them away. you had no plan, truly, only knowing that you had to lead the geeks away from the group.

as the music fades into the distance, the crowd of zombies following, the group almost relax. "what the hell are they thinking?!" dale snaps, peeking down from the top of the rv. "whatever they're thinking it worked." daryl huffs, crossing his arms and putting up a hard front to hide his anxiety. "are they gonna be okay?!" carol stresses, smoothing sophia's hair. "that was a LOT of walkers." lori adds on, holding carl close. "they'll be fine." daryl sighs gruffly. "let's wait for them to come back." he shrugs, walking off. "how are they gonna lose that many geeks?" glenn asks, and rick sighs. "let's just hope they do..." shane decides to add onto his friend's sentence. "and that they do it far from here."

night time approaches fast and the group's worry is increasing. carol notes how daryl anxiously scans the tree line for any sign of you. "daryl, come sit down." she sighs, gently touching his back. "nah, ain't that dark yet..." he sighs, perking up as a repeated clicking sounds through the woods. "you guys know y/n?" a woman asks, her horse jumping the barrier with ease. "yeah.. who're you?" daryl tenses.

"they're at my family's farm." the woman neglects his question, "they're hurt pretty bad." she adds, and daryl swears under his breath. "where's your farm?" he asks, approaching the woman. "i'll take you there. it's southeast from here, can't miss it. it's safe. we killed off the horde that was with them." she nods in the direction as daryl straddles the back of her horse before riding off with him.

"damn... they got away." t-dog says in amazement. "but they're injured. c'mon, we'll get ready to head there in the morning." rick nods, and everyone settles for a long night.

daryl dismounts the stranger's horse, running into the house where an old man stood. "they're-" "where are they?!" he snaps, pushing past. "they're resting." the old man replies calmly, leading him to a bed where you lay, a bloody bandage around your arm. "are they bit?" daryl tenses, observing you. you didn't look sick, but daryl couldn't tell in the poor lighting. "no. they got lucky." the man sighs. "i'm hershel greene. the woman who brought you here is my daughter maggie."

"there anyone else?" he asks, and hershel nods. "my other daughter beth and her boyfriend jimmy, my wife as well as otis who is out hunting and his wife patricia. you'll meet them in the morning." the old man nods, leaving daryl be. "you idiot..." he whispers, combing some hair out of your face. "you could've gotten killed." he adds, and you smirk slightly. "at least i helped... are they okay?" you ask, your voice raspy as your eyes peel open.

"everyone's fine, just worried." he shrugs, trying to seem like he doesn't care. "were you worried?" you tease, taking his hand in yours. "nah. but it's rather impressive how you managed to lead them away." he shrugs. "i passed out on these people's front door, i've got no idea how they dealt with those walkers." you cough, resting your hand on your dizzy head. "relax, don't overuse your brain. it ain't used to that much action." daryl smirks, nudging your arm.

"haha, very funny." you roll your eyes, swatting his elbow away. daryl lets out a breath of laughter, looking at you. "once i'm out this bed, i'm gonna try and figure out where the walkers went." you sit up, but daryl grabs you. "naw, you're resting tonight. you need it." he protests, pulling you back into the bed. as daryl goes to get up, you tug him back as well. "same goes to you, cowboy. come rest." you grin, pulling him onto the bed next to you.

daryl lands on his elbow to avoid landing on you. "before you protest, i could use the company right now. got a lot on my mind." you sigh as daryl hesitates before settling down. "wanna talk about it? 'm a good listener." he prompts, but you shake your head. "i'll manage... just need a familiar face right now." you sigh, resting your head on daryl's shoulder. "i get that.. i didn't have much but merle, and he helped me in his own way." daryl nods.

the two of you sit in silence, grieving over both of your losses before the topic changed. "what's wit' your song anyhow?" daryl asks, and you hum in question, looking at your guitar that was neatly leaned against the wall, your blood staining the strap. "dunno. was the first song that came to my head 'suppose." you yawn, voice sleepy. "had to have a loud song for my plan to work." you add, eyes fluttering closed.

daryl shuffles so his chest presses into yours, arm stiffly draping over you. "what if your plan didn't work? i saw that truck wobbling like it was about to tip over." daryl points out, and you shrug. "if it did, i would be dead, or at least bit." you sigh, opening your eyes once more. "you are an idiot." daryl scolds, and you chuckle. "mhm. but it worked. saved your ass anyway." you fall quiet before asking what's nagging your mind.

"is sophia okay?" you mumble, and daryl furrows his brows. "sophia? she's a bit shaken but yeah, she's doin' alright." daryl confirms and you let out a breath. "thank god." you chuckle as daryl shakes his head with a smile. "saw two of them going for her, too far to see if she got grabbed or not." you explain, and daryl hums. "well, she's not bit, carol would be hysterical if she was." daryl notes, and you nod, happy with his answer as you slowly doze off.

you wake up with daryl wrapped up around you tightly. he's normally the first one awake, so you guessed he had a late night. "dixon, c'mon. get up." you shake him gently, ignoring how he groans in protest. "daryl, c'mon! i wanna snoop around!" you whisper yell, jumping as hershel walks in abruptly. "ah, i see you're awake. lemme check your arm." the new presence wakes daryl immediately as he groggily blinks and grips the handle of his knife.

you sit up, letting hershel peel back the bandages with a yucky noise. you wince, letting out a pained noise as he pokes the flesh around your gash. "there's still bark in there from where that stick stabbed you." he notes with a sigh. "bark?" daryl sits up, watching hershel slowly press the bandages back onto the wound. "careful!" your friend snaps as you let out a strangled noise. "don't worry, they'll be fine." hershel replies, nonchalantly.

you pat your arm gently as if to soothe it as daryl broods, leaning over you protectively. "let's clean it up and get some fresh bandages on it." hershel gathers some material and his tools as well as calling to his wife to bring a bowl of water.

soon enough, you're say with an arrow in your mouth as hershel pulls the last piece of bark out of your arm, dropping it onto a tray where it clutters uselessly onto the metal. "right, let's clean it." he mumbles, mainly to himself as he wets a small cotton ball in water with a pair of tongs. with every gentle dab against your gash, you whimper, teeth clutching the metal of the arrow.

your free hand grabs the nearest thing to you which happened to be daryl's hand, squeezing tightly for reassurance as your eyes flutter closed. "do y'think it'll need stitches?" patricia asks, to which you shake your head. "i'm not having stitches." you protest, words muffled by the object you're biting. "unfortunately, you may need them..." hershel sighs, and you shake your head as he puts the tongs down. spitting out the arrow, you glare at hershel. "i'm not having them." you declare, barely being able to raise your arm to look at the wound crossing your bicep.

"i'm afraid you might have to. it's deeper than i thought." hershel nods, looking for his needle and thread that patricia hands to him. "i'm not having them!" you panic, scrambling back from the man and almost falling off the bed. daryl catches you, steadying you and glares at hershel. "y/n..." hershel tries but daryl snaps. "if they don't want 'em they ain't havin' them!" he snarls, and hershel backs down.

"fine. i can't force you." hershel sighs, putting the needle and thread down as you calm your breathing. daryl rubs your back soothingly, helping you unwind faster as maggie barges in. "daddy! the others are here." she informs, before leaving. hershel nods, gesturing for you to come over to him with some bandages. "i'll do it. patched up a fair amount of people in my time." daryl extends his hand to hershel who hands them over. "alright, but if you get it wrong i'll redo them."

with hershel gone and patricia following, you relax slightly as daryl readies your arm before gently wrapping the bandages around your bicep. "why don't you want stitches?" he asks, and you shudder. "i don't want a needle going through my arm!" your spine shivers at the thought. "naw, i get that.." he mumbles, carefully pinning the bandages into place with a safety pin. "done, c'mon. let's go see the others." he nods to the door, helping you up.

glenn smiles brightly at you, wrapping you up in a hug. "ow- careful- careful!" you hiss as he accidentally presses into your wound. "sorry!" he stumbles back, and carl bounds up to you. "y/n! you're alright!" he smiles brightly, and you smile awkwardly. "yeah..! i'm alright." you tense as he hugs you tightly, awkwardly patting his head and looking at lori for help. his mother laughs, beckoning him over. "you were so cool! the way they all looked at you and you didn't even get scared!" the boy beamed, practically vibrating.

"carl, c'mon!" sophia beams, gesturing to a swing nearby. "stay in sight of me or carol!" lori reminds and they nod. "glad to see you're alright." shane nods to your arm, and you grin. "i'm tough. had plenty of bottles to the head or thrown at me. i'll live." you cross your arms, glancing at daryl. "what happened anyway?" dale asked as hershel guided everyone to the house away from the tree line. "stray branch stabbed me. nothing awful." you shrug, peering to the barn curiously.

"daryl, i'm gonna go walk around, stretch my legs. you coming?" you smile, and daryl nods. "sure." you grab his hand to pull him away, but hershel stops you. "don't go too far and don't go in the barn. nothing in there but old rusty tools anyway and the last thing i need is another injury." he warns, and you sigh. "fine fine, no barn concert then." you grin, pulling daryl away from the group.

"you're going in anyway, aren't you?" daryl smirks, following you closely. "of course. are you saying you wouldn't?" you giggle before hearing carol yelp. "sophia?!" the two of you turn to see the mother searching the area around the swing desperately. "shit..! another time then." you run back to the group with daryl hot on your tail.

"carl said they were gonna play hide and seek so he doesn't know... i'm sure she didn't go far." rick sighs, adjusting his hat to keep the sun out of his eyes as he scans the tree line. "hershel, any idea of where she could hide around here?" shane asks, but hershel shakes his head. "nothing around here but open field..." he gestures around, and carol hiccups a sonb as lori tries to comfort her.

you look at daryl before glancing to the barn. "is she behind the barn?" you ask, and hershel falls quiet. "could be... but there's no way in other than the doors and we would of seen her go in." he shrugs. "me and daryl can scan around there, see what we can find." you nod, and daryl heads off in that direction. "don't go in!" hershel reminds you, and you feel your spine tickle with suspicion. "what a weirdo..." you roll your eyes and daryl hums.

you walk around the barn, gently calling out for sophia. "nothing..." you sigh, looking around. "hey, see that?" daryl asks, and you turn to where he points. "an open window..." you grin. "gimme a lift, i'm gonna take a peek." daryl crouches behind you, grabbing your hips and hoisting you up so you can grab the windowsill.

"see anything?" he asks, but you shake your head, squinting harshly to try and see. "nah, it's too dark." you gesture for the flashlight daryl carries, and he hands it to you carefully to ensure he wouldn't drop you.

the light flickers, slowly blinking to life and you gasp, almost falling backwards. "holy shit!" you yelp, and daryl panics, pulling you back down. "what, what's in there?" he asks as you recover from the sight. "we need to go! there's a LOT of walkers in there!" you gasp, running back to the group.

[yannadere]

Scolding Daryl Dixon Would Include:

tw: racist comments (before daryl reforms past that era in season 1)

if he's talking to someone and being rude/irrational you flick his ear in passing, and he lets out a small yelp as he holds his ear, glaring at you

shuts up immediately afterwards

verbal scolding would not go through well, he literally doesn't listen and kisses you up to get out of 'trouble'

he knows what makes you tick, so you have to keep your guard up if you want to get through to him

when he realises you're serious he listens, and gives an apology to you and whoever it is he 'offended'

ofc his apology isn't a direct one as he grows awkward, but everyone understands what he's saying

if he goes to whack someone, as he normally does, you grab his elbow and pull him away before anyone else can intervene

you calm him down and let him breathe before asking him to apologise for the outburst

he does it for you <3 (but only for you)

bc of merle's awful influence, at the beginning he made a few more racist comments which you quickly hop onto

your scolds are more serious with him, whacking the back of his head lightly and demanding him to apologise

he gets over the impression that being racist makes him 'cool'

he's so thankful for you bc you bring out the best in him <3

everyone is also very grateful as he's more mellow and open when you're around

if he's upset and pouty after being told off, you deffo give him forehead smooches and coddle him

he's alright afterwards as your smooches make him feel so much better <3

[yannadere]

daryl dixon, shane walsh and glenn rhee (separate) reacting to their s/o getting bit

cw: loss, depression, unhealthy coping, suicide, angst, hurt/comfort

Daryl Dixon:

you're scared to tell him

he's lost so much even before the apocalypse, you don't want to hurt him

trying to distance yourself from daryl doesn't work at all

he just gets worried, which comes across as him being angry, and he clings to you

poor bby has abandonment issues

it's a few days after you get bit when you finally tell him, you already feel your health deteriorating but you hold up for him

you tell him when he's getting ready to settle for the night

bc evenings with you are when he's the most calm

"hey, daryl?" you mumble, and he hums softly, eyes still closed. "hey, look at me. i have to tell you something." you sigh, nudging his arm with your uninjured hand. "what?" he groans, finally looking at you. "i.. my hand isn't just cut, daryl..." you sigh, unraveling the bandages. "what'dya mean?" daryl's brows furrow, eyes falling onto the bandages as they fall.

his blood goes cold, and he sits up suddenly and grabs your wrist to observe the nasty bite on the side of your hand, between your thumb and forefinger. "damn it, why didn't you tell me?!" he snaps, stopping to take a breath as you flinch back slightly. "c'mere..." he sighs, pulling you into a tight hug. "i'm so sorry..." you whisper clutching his shirt tightly. "sh, it's okay... i... when you go, i'll be here."

"daryl... you shouldn't have to do that..." you close your eyes, tears slowly falling. "nah. it's fine. i... i wanna do it. i don't trust anyone else to. not even you." he holds you tighter, kissing your neck gently.

"i'm so sorry, daryl... i was being stupid, i-" he silences you, moving away and pressing his forehead against yours. "don't blame yourself. i knew something like this would happen eventually... i put merle down, had a feeling either of us would go next." he gently cups your face with his hands, wiping your cheeks and nuzzling his nose against yours affectionately.

"i don't want to put you through this, daryl." you cry, going to leave when he pulls you back. "don't leave... please don't leave..." daryl begs, pulling you back to him and letting your body fall limp against his. you let out a small sob, wrapping your arms around his middle as your head rests on his shoulder, tears dampening his shirt.

"it'll be okay. i'll take care of it. for now, get some rest. i'll be here when you wake up." he kisses your cheek, waiting for you to calm down. you sniffle, holding him tightly. "i'm so sorry..!" you repeat the words over and over, and he closes his eyes, trying not to cry himself.

"shh... please... don't be sorry." his voice wavers and he hates it. "just sleep, darlin'... i'm right here." you whimper before falling quiet, resting your hand on his jaw and nuzzling into his neck. "i love you, okay..? i didn't want it to be this way." you breathe out, letting him lean onto you slightly. "i know. i know. just sleep for me, darling." he sniffles, cradling you close as you fall asleep slowly, knowing it would be the last time.

you fall asleep in his arms, but he can't bring himself to harm you

so, he tells rick, who's also upset upon the news

however his best friend's distress makes it even worse

so, rick does it for him as the others try to comfort daryl

after your death, he becomes reckless and depressed, not eating or drinking at all and becoming skinny and malnourished

he shoots openly at walkers, and when his ammo's out he takes out his anger on other walkers in other ways

whether it's stabbing them, bludgeoning them, or just hitting their bodies after they fall.

rick decides to put him under close watch to ensure he doesn't harm himself

but daryl's rather experienced in sneaking out/away, and he visits your grave often

unfortunately one morning, rick finds him at your grave with a bullet in his head

he's buried next to you, as rick knows it's what daryl craved

to be with you again.

Shane Walsh:

you got bit on the way back from gathering medical supplies for carl

and with shane you knew there was no way he would take well at any time of the day

so you decide to rip the bandaid off and talk to him an hour after your own little grieving session.

you approach him when he's talking to the small group, asking him for a private talk, saying it's important

so, of course, he's worried, as are the group

you take him behind the barn and hug him

he's genuinely confused as to why you're acting like this

deadass asks you if you're expecting or smth

you hate to break his heart

"so why did you bring me back here?" shane asks, crossing his arms and cocking a hip. "shane... i'm sorry." you sigh, pulling the collar of your shirt to reveal the bloody bite on your shoulder.

he's speechless, blinking a few times before almost collapsing. you yelp, catching your boyfriend quickly, but fall under his weight. on the floor behind the barn, shane closes his eyes, crying as he holds you tight. "shane... don't cry. it's okay..." you try your best to smile, cupping his face and wiping his tears.

"this isn't okay..! baby, you're not okay!" he sobs, cupping the back of your head and pulling you closer. "shane- baby, stop crying... it's okay." you sniffle, smiling through your own tears as you kiss his jaw lovingly

shane tries to gather himself, but his whole world feels like it's collapsing. "shh, shh... c'mon, let's get you some water." you grab his hands, trying to pull him up. slowly easing him onto his feet, you help shane back to the house. rick spots you two immediately, stumbling to help you both. "shane-?"

"rick..!" shane is clearly distraught, and his best friend latches onto him quickly to try and calm him down. "shshsh- hey, look at me." rick soothes, and you stand back slightly, trying to calm your nerves. "what happened?" rick demands, eyes steeling as he stares at you. "rick- it's not-" you try to explain what happened, when shane answers for you. "they got bit! my baby got bit..!" shane sobs, knees feeling weak as he almost collapses again.

rick processes the information, looking at you in shock. lori overhears, muttering a fast "oh my god..!" as she approaches the three of you. "how did this happen?!" rick asks, trying to support shane fully. "i was in a rush, i got grabbed and..." you trail off, moving over to comfort shane who can't calm down at all.

"he needs to sit down..." you say softly, glancing at hershel who was observing from his porch. "come, sit him down inside. i'll get him some water." hershel guides you and you help shane in with the aid of rick. flopping down onto a couch, shane can't seem to catch his breath, so you crouch in front of him to cup his face, whispering comforting words to him. "baby... i'm so sorry, it should of been me..!" shane cries, and you hush him quickly. "don't you dare say that, shane walsh." you scold, pulling him into a tight hug.

"never blame yourself for my death. i wouldn't rest easy if you did." you sigh, smoothing his hair and kissing his temple. rick stands anxiously nearby, and you sense his worry. "sit, rick. relax... i've got this." you nod at him, and he nods stiffly, taking a seat of his own when lori pipes up. "when do you think you'll turn?" she asks, and you freeze. "lori-!" "i'm just thinking ahead, rick!"

shane becomes more distraught by her words, clinging onto you tightly. "shh, it's okay... i'm here, bubs." you sigh, cradling him impossibly closer. "the hell's goin' on?" maggie asks, confused as ever. "not now, please..." rick sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "right..." she mumbles, leaving as hershel comes back with some water. "here, drink some of this, son." he nods, giving the glass to you so shane could take it.

after taking a few sips, shane goes back to codding you, slowly winding down. "there you go, just breathe." you smile, kissing him gently. "i'm sorry i couldn't protect you..!" shane hiccups, nuzzling your neck. "shh. don't say that..!" you sigh, holding him tighter. your boyfriend whines softly, and rick closes his eyes with a pained sigh.

you last a few more days before turning, spending your time slowly becoming more sick with shane next to you all the while.

when you turn, shane is devastated, holding your head as you stare up at him with discoloured eyes

he ignores how you try to bite him after a few minutes of your brain losing all memory of him, and his tears drip down onto your face

rick walks in, and sighs. he knew it would happen eventually... everyone did.

shane holds you for a few minutes. you were slowly gaining strength but he was always stronger.

the room is silent except for you little noises, and shane finally accepts this fate when rick puts a hand on his shoulder.

"let me do it..." his best friend gruffly says, and shane shakes his head. "leave 'em be, rick... just for a little while longer..." shane begs, and rick sighs, looking away briefly.

"you know i can't do that. if you or anyone get bit-" "rick, i am asking you nicely. leave."

he spends a few days with you in walker form, and it scares everyone. lori tries to convince him that you're not there anymore, a hollow vessel of what you once were but he wont buy it.

he loves you too much to believe anything like that, or hurt you. to him, you're still his darling, his everything who held him when times got tough.

you scratch at his arms, not even breaking skin due to your blunt nails, and he doesn't mind.

finally, with a few kisses around your pale, sunken face, and a final kiss to your lips that he forced closed- shane raises his gun.

he hesitates, letting you get the jump on him, but he grabs your jaw before you can do anything

the sudden commotion makes rick fly in, only to see you lifeless once more in shane's arms.

Glenn Rhee:

unlike the other two, he watches you get bit.

he's completely distraught as the rest of the group fight off the walkers whilst he makes his way to you

he rams the zombie with all his strength, knocking it down before shooting it

you've collapsed, sat back against the car door as blood seeps from your cheek, whimpering in pain and holding the gash with your blood-soaked hands.

he's crying before he knows it, dropping down next to you and carefully covering your cheek with his shaky hands.

he tries to reassure you, and himself, that you'll be fine and won't get infected,

but the sad look in your eyes confirm that you're not making it to the date he wanted to take you on tomorrow

as you slowly bleed out, he tries to tell you stories, to keep himself calm as you slowly die.

"hey, remember when..?" you're not paying attention, just admiring him as you move your hands to cup his face.

"i love you.." you croak with a small smile, and he smiles sadly, sobbing all the while.

the others have to watch, all waiting for the inevitable

"please don't leave me... please, i need you." glenn pleads, and you smile sadly.

he's pressing kisses to your forehead as you hold him close, your blood staining his hands, arms and shirt

"baby...?" glenn mumbles softly, sitting with you leant against him. "i'm still here, darling..." you whisper, gripping his shirt tightly. "i'm gonna miss you..." glenn sniffles, kissing the top of your head gently. "me too. i'll always be with you, okay. when i go, i don't want you to be sad. i want you to keep going, to find happiness again, even if it means finding love in another. i want the best for you." you smile, despite the ache in your cheek.

glenn breathes out as his eyes close, his tears still falling. "i could never replace you like that..." he whimpers, fingers curling into your hair as he holds you closer. "baby, don't cry... don't cry, because i'll cry." you try to laugh, and glenn laughs too, gently rubbing your uninjured cheek.

"glenn, we've got to, y'know..." rosita sighs, but glenn shakes his head. "no! we don't kill the living..!" glenn protests, his hold turning protective. "right, right... okay." she fakes surrender, walking away.

when you pass, glenn just knows. he doesn't even look at you. he can't bring himself to.

however, when you turn, he doesn't even bother to restrain you, just holding you close as you bite into his neck.

abraham shouts in alarm, shooting you instantly, and glenn cries as you fall, cupping your face and leaning down to press his forehead against you.

the group is distraught, but glenn just lets everything happen, telling them to leave him be, move on.

abraham gives him a spare pistol, and glenn takes it with a nod.

the group leaves, and glenn knows what he has to do. so, he opens the car door, slipping you into the car easily

he gets in himself, closing the door so walkers wouldn't chew on you or him.

alas, glenn admires the gun before pressing it to his chin.

[yannadere]

Rick Grimes + Daryl Dixon + Andrea (separate) x f!Reader with tourettes

warnings: SPOILERS // tic warning huge warning for slurs and insults towards mental disorders

Rick Grimes:

after the death of lori, rick finds you with sasha and ty

your positive attitude and compassionate nature help him grieve

you're great with carl too

after a few months, the two of you grow extremely close and you help him keep a level head and make good decisions

he looks to you for comfort or advice all the time

your more funny vocal tics make him laugh

tries to keep you calm when you're stressed so you don't spiral into a tic attack

when walkers are nearby, he trusts you with your tics but stays ready to run or fight

if you have more physically harmful tics he tries to prevent them and help you the best he can

you tic carl's name because of how frequently he says it

carl hates it but rick loves it

tics you pick up around him are:

"carl"

"walker!"

and "daryl!"

people have to stay alert with your tics

daryl just ignores you when you tic his name as you yell it with a strong(er) southern accent so he can tell if it's a tic or not

when rick confesses to you, you're over the moon

but when he went to kiss you, you ticked and he missed and almost fell over

it was funny for you, but embarrassing for him

he was tryna be smooth 😭

you try to be carl's mother figure without imposing/pushing the memories of lori out

you end up doing a good job and rick falls in love all over again

if carl stans u then so does rick

Daryl Dixon:

you two are already dating before the apocalypse

protects you from merle when he refers to you as a "spaz" or other gross insults

you don't care about merle, just ignoring him as you pull daryl away

he is so protective, and it worsens after the end of the world

won't let walkers near you, at all. you won't even know it's there, it's just comin round the corner on it's paper round and it gets an arrow to the eye

doesn't let you have weapons, at all. not even a screwdriver or anything

a tic that you develop around him and his family (and never goes away) is "git 'er done!"

his father and merle say it all the time, and upon hearing it so much it doesn't leave you

you also develop:

"shut your yap!" from his father

"fuck"

and unfortunately "china man" from being around both merle and daryl for so long

you apologise profusely to glenn every time that tic occurs and he gets it dw

daryl stops saying it after that tic develops, and scolds merle every time he says is because it triggers that tic which potentially leads to a tic attack

speaking of tic attacks, daryl stands at the ready, if it gets too violent for his liking he will hold your waist and speak to you to calm you down

daryl whistles a lot, especially to grab a walker's/someones attention

so you repeat that little whistle which could be dangerous as now when you see a walker you whistle

if a horde or more than one walker is nearby, he holds you and puts his hand over your mouth

however if he doesn't know and you whistle he knows a walker is there and picks them off asap

if you alert a horde by accident, he grabs you and runs. the two of you hide in buildings/in trees/on top of trucks and he holds you until you're calm and the walkers leave

won't let you beat yourself up if you ever alert walkers, he knows its not your fault

you're the only person he genuinely loves/cares about (in that way)

Andrea:

she loves you so much

so does amy

you develop "dale" as a tic

he loves it

she will never forget when you yelled "give her gun back dale!"

it's what convinced him bc he's soft for you

she protects you viciously, she's so scared she'll lose you like how she did amy

you're the only reason she leaves the cdc. she couldn't handle the idea of you dying or leaving in grief and dying without her in a more horrific way

you help her so much and she's so appreciative

tries to teach you how to fish, but your tics scare the fish away </3

you still try, and she loves how you try so hard to concentrate and not tic

was genuinely so proud of you when you caught a small carp fish

the two of you put the fish back, not having the heart to eat it

it was called steve <3

much like glenn, she gathers so many gifts for you <3

mainly gets you toys that help you with tics: i.e something that you can trace over to focus

during a tic attack, she reassures you and gives you space

if walkers are nearby, she will hold a hand over your mouth just in case as a last resort, other than that she will fight for you

[yannadere]

Glenn Rhee x f!Reader with tourettes

maybe spoiler warning??

omg this boy LOVES you so much

he just thinks your the prettiest person

you could hit him accidentally and he'd say thank you

melts when your tics call him pretty/cute as he's self conscious </3

holds your hand when you're out of camp

like shane, he holds you tightly when walkers are nearby if the two of you are hiding

kisses you, a lot- but he got headbutted by your tic and you were so upset that you accidentally hurt him 😭

he didn't care tho <3

the tics you pick up from being around him are probably:

"woo!"

"pizza boy"

and "puppy"

he will one hundred percent repeat some of your tics bc the two of you find it funny

especially woo bc it turns into a whooping contest

will never forget when you whacked daryl for calling him "china man"

whether it was on purpose or not is unknown

that was his sign from god to marry you

at night, he tells you stories to try and distract you

strokes your face or rubs your back when you're stressed so a tic attack doesn't hit

if you ever have an attack, he holds you through it, giving you soft kisses on the shoulder/neck

does not care if he gets hit

the way he thinks of it is, if he was going through a tic attack, he would want to be held and comforted so he's definitely gonna do the same for you <3

will completely understand if you don't want him to hold you though, and will just stand nearby and wait for you to hug him

when sophia goes missing, he holds you close as you search, and if you start yelling her name he's gonna yell with you so you don't feel embarrassed about ur tics

unfortunately, you developed a tic where you bite your hand after watching a walker chew on someone's hand

glenn literally grows a sixth sense and holds your hand before it can happen

he doesn't want you to hurt yourself

even if you can't help it

forehead smooches

all the time

if you have a weapon and it turns bad, he quickly bear hugs you bc he doesn't know how to disarm someone safely

loves coming back from runs and hugging you immediately

you sit with dale most of the time, which means you see him first and since thats the case, his name became a tic

every time you see him whether it be in the morning or if he walks into the rv you yell his name and he adores it

you're like an alarm that lets the group know when glenn's back

if he's gone for a while, your tics worsen and the others try to help, but no one does it like glenn

as soon as he's back and you've had a rough day, he cuddles you against him

will bring you back little gifts from any place he's been

you have a stash of gifts in your backpack

your favourite is an orange slice plushie that you trace the lines of when you're struggling with your tics

when he sleeps next to you, you feel very tranquil, only having some vocal tics or blinking/sniffling every now and then

he's like your personal dose of fluphenazine, and he happily takes that role in your life

if you ever feel sad about your disorder, he assures you that he would never have you any other way and that he absolutely adores you <3

[yannadere]

Shane Walsh x f!Reader with tourettes

spoilers for season 1 if anyones havent seen it yet, which i doubt but its there anyway

at first he's mildly annoyed by your tics, not so much the noisy ones, but the physical ones

as soon as he gets to know you, he grows to adore them (unless they harm you i.e biting your hand or hitting yourself)

even before u two are dating, he lets you lay with your head on his lap whilst you try to stay calm at night

he finds some of your swearing tics hilarious, especially when you full on cussed out ed

practices breathing exercises with you when your tics are bad

during that scene where the group hide under the cars as a horde passes you find yourself sandwiched between glenn and shane, and he will hold you tightly, soothing you as best he can

will put his hand over your mouth just incase, doesnt even care if you bite him

he just wants to keep you safe, which increases after he asks you out

after being around him for so long, you begin to pick up some of his phrases which he finds kinda funny

just hearing you shout "rick" and watching his best friend become alert is funny to him

finds other ones less funny

you picked up "fucking bitch" from daryl when he stubbed his toe and now you accidentally call everyone that

when sophia went missing, her name became a tic and honestly everyone was kinda thankful for it as sophia adores you and thinks youre nice

is always nearby during tic attacks, if they drain your energy he'll help you immediately, or if you're just upset in general afterwards he'll hold you

doesn't trust your tics with weapons incase you hurt yourself, he's just too protective so you have to stay close

eventually, you get a pistol, and you concentrate more to avoid an odd gunshot or harming anyone

if you ever aim the gun at yourself accidentally, he's quick to disarm you and hold you tightly (he knows its not on purpose but it still makes him nervous)

holds your hands and lets you trace over his veins/lines on his palm to help you calm down and focus on something (everyone thinks it's adorable)

will never forget when you ticced and accidentally threw water on daryl and dale who were sat nearby, you were mortified yet shane almost fell off his chair laughing

still gets jealous even tho he knows you dont mean it

for example, you call glenn "puppy" or "lovely" and daryl "hot" or "handsome", you even called andrea "hottie" or "pretty baby/girl"

shane can't help but get jealous

literally walked up to you and held you until your complimenting tics were directed to him, he's so petty omg 😭

the worst moment of his life was when he had a bit of a drunken meltdown, and you panicked as he became pushy, unfortunately developing "stop!" as a tic

it breaks his heart and he apologises out loud in private or by kissing your forehead/hand in the presence of the others

he absolutely adores you and never wants to hurt you

when that tic eventually leaves, he's so happy bc he hates hearing the tone you say it in

if you ever hurt him accidentally when he's sleeping, he doesn't care, albeit a bit startled but he just holds you and waits for you to drift off

vows to always protect you, even if it kills him, he just loves you so much and wants you to be safe

[yannadere]

cuddle up

corpse husband x reader

just a comfort/fluffy cuddle fic

warnings: implied past self harm, scars

you were lay on his bed as your boyfriend records a narration, gently rubbing a harsh white scar on your arm. as corpse read his script aloud to his microphone, you nuzzle his pillow, inhaling the scent of his shampoo. he comforts you, keeps you grounded, and you do the same for him. "baby, did you hear me?" corpse's voice interrupts your trance, and you look at him. saddening when you realise it was just a part of his script, you hug his pillow and sigh. "baaaby, don't sigh at me." he turns, looking at you. "sorry, i thought you were still recording." you smile at him, and he chuckles. "what do you want for dinner? i'm thinking we order in tonight." corpse gets up, climbing into bed next to you.

"gimme my pillow back, brat." he grins, taking his pillow back and pulling you against him. you hum happily, wrapping your arms around his middle tightly as he rests his head on top of yours. "should we order pizza?" your boyfriend asks, letting you kiss his neck affectionately. "mhm. i don't mind." you reply, letting him brush his fingers over your scars. "you're so cute." corpse smiles, kissing your forehead lovingly.

after a beat of silence, you squeeze corpse slightly. "what're you thinking about?" you ask, nuzzling into him. "i just wish i was in your life to help you through it." he mumbles, and you sigh. "so do i, but the past is the past. we have each other now, there's nothing to worry about." you cup his face lovingly, giving him a soft kiss. "alright... i just wanna protect you is all, sorry if i overdo it." corpse sighs, and you smile. "it's okay, you don't overdo anything. i love you."

"i love you too." corpse smiles, giving you a soft kiss that you quickly melt into. his fingers brush over your arm once more, thumb gently rubbing one of the scars there. "you're so pretty." he purrs, smushing his cheek against yours affectionately. "stop.. you're gonna make me blush." you giggle, reciprocating his actions on his arm as well. "i'm so happy that we're together." your boyfriend kisses your ear gently, and you hold onto him tighter. "me too. i can't imagine what it would be like if we split..." you reply, and he huffs.

"don't say that. i don't wanna think about it." corpse pouts, arms tightening around you protectively. "it's okay, as long as we have each other it's not gonna happen." you reassure his anxious mind, rubbing his back through his black hoodie as you pull away slightly to give him a soft kiss. "thank you..." he mumbles against your lips. "i love you, corpse." you smile, nestling against him once more. "i love you more. now, let's watch a horror movie on your laptop." he grins, turning to grab it from the bedside table.

you laugh, setting it up as he gets up to get snacks. "what're we watching?" you call to him, and he replies with a quick: "anything scary!" giggling at his reply, you open shudder and click on the first movie you see. upon returning with half the snacks from his stash, corpse jumps onto the bed beside you, handing you your favourites. "thank you, bubs." you smile, kissing him gently. "no problem, baby. now, what're we watching?"