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Summary:Y/N Walsh meets Daryl Dixon while working as an undercover Police Officer. But, when Daryl finds out the truth about you, you’re forced to move back to King County.

While on duty, a bullet puts you and Rick Grimes in hospital and when you wake up, the whole world has changed.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Language, violence,

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Chapter 22-

The next morning everyone was up before the sun and you suspected that was because nobody really slept much after what just happened.

Dale had died. He was attacked by a walker in the paddock right in front of the house, less than 200 metres from your actual camp. That did not make you feel comfortable at all.

You had a small funeral for Dale in the morning, the Greene family also joined to pay their respect. Once the funeral was over, you all began to talk about what to do to make sure something like that never happens again.

“It’ll be tight 14 people in one house, but don’t worry about that. We should’ve moved you in a while ago, it’s not safe to sleep out here.” Hershel said, looking around at the group of you as you all stood around camp with Hershel and Maggie.

“Thank you, we really appreciate it. But, how else are we going to improve our safety?” You asked, turning away from Hershel as you looked between Rick, Shane, Daryl, T-Dog and Glenn.

“We’ll build a lookout in the windmill, another in the barn loft. That should give us sightlines both sides of the property. T-Dog, you take the perimeter around the house. Keep track of everyone coming and going.” Rick instructed and T-Dog nodded.

“What about standing guard in the meantime?” You asked.

“I need you and Daryl on double duty.” Rick explained and you nodded, glancing over at Daryl who nodded too and began to walk off towards the RV to take watch.

“I’ll stock the basement with food and water, enough that we can all survive there a few days if need be.” Hershel informed.

That was a good idea. If it’s a bad winter, you could be stuck inside for a few days if it snows as badly as it has in the past.

“After we get this area locked down, Shane will assign shifts while me and Daryl take Randall offsite and cut him loose.” Rick explained and you sighed.

Shit, you had completely forgotten about Randall with everything that’s been going on.

“We’re back to that now?” Your brother questioned, disapproval evident in his tone..

“It was the right plan first time around. Poor execution.” Rick answered and Shane just shook his head.

“That’s a slight understatement.” He muttered, looking away from Rick as you rubbed your face with your hands, not really in the mood to stop the two of them from fighting again.

“You don’t agree, but this is what’s happening. Swallow it. Move on.” Rick instructed, taking a step towards Shane from where your brother was leaning against the side of the blue pickup truck.

“You know that Dale’s death and the prisoner, that’s two separate things, right?” Shane questioned, pushing himself away from the truck until he was face to face with Rick as they stared at each other. “You wanna take Daryl as your wingman, be my guest.” Your brother muttered before he walked off, leaving you and Rick standing by the truck.

“Thank you.” Rick called out, watching Shane leave before he turned back towards you and you just shook your head at him. “What?”

“Go easy on him. He knows he fucked up, but you’ve been best friends since you were in diapers. He’s still your brother.” You stated, crossing your arms over your chest and Rick sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he nodded before you walked off.

-

You spent the rest of the day swapping between guard duty on top of the RV and helping Shane with the lookout on the windmill.

Once, the new lookout was complete, Shane went to go relieve T-Dog from Randall watch duty while you relieved Daryl from guard duty on the RV so him and Rick could start organising how and where they were going to dump Randall offsite somewhere.

You were only on guard duty for an hour before you spotted T-Dog walking back to the shed to swap with Shane, but you frowned when T-Dog opened the door and quickly began sprinting back to the house.

“What’s wrong?” You shouted, already climbing down the ladder of the RV, catching Rick and Daryl’s attention from where they were sitting under the veranda of the house, discussing their plan.

“Randall is missing.” He said breathlessly causing you to frown.

No, that wasn’t possible. Shane was watching him, your brother wouldn’t have let him out of his sight.

You glanced over your shoulder towards Rick and Daryl who were already shouting at the others and rushing towards the barn. You jogged with T-Dog back to the barn, but after a quick sweep of the barn it was clear the kid wasn’t there.

“He must have slipped the cuffs, they’re still secure.” You stated, walking back out to find that the others had all gathered outside nervously.

“Rick! Y/N!” Your brother’s voice suddenly shouted from somewhere behind you causing you to frown because you did not like the tone of his voice.

You quickly turned around and spotted him staggering out the woods towards you.

“What happened?” Rick called out.

“He’s armed! He’s got my gun!” Shane shouted back.

He continued walking towards the rest of you and that was when you saw all the blood coming your brothers nose and mouth.

Oh my God.

“Are you okay?” You quickly questioned, rushing towards your brother.

You grabbed his shoulder and took in the fresh bruises and blood. How the hell did Randall do this to him? Randall was fucking tiny compared to Shane.

“I’m fine. Little bastard snuck up on me. He clocked me in the face.” Your brother answered, shaking his head at himself.

“T-Dog, Glenn, get everybody back in the house. Daryl, Y/N, you come with us.” Rick quickly instructed and everyone nodded in agreement, all rushing back towards the house while the four of you began to head towards the woods.

“I saw him head up through the trees that way before I blacked out. I’m not sure how long.” Shane explained pointing through the woods as you pulled your handgun from the holster on your hip, not taking any chances.

“He couldn’t have gotten far. He’s hobbled, exhausted.” Rick responded.

“And he’s armed.” You pointed out, racking the slide on your gun, loading a bullet in the chamber.

“So are we.” He answered before looking over at Daryl who was walking beside you. “Can you track him?”

“No, I don’t see nothing.”

Daryl was the best tracker you knew, if he couldn’t track him then something wasn’t right.

“Hey, look, there ain’t no use in tracking him, okay? He went that way. We just need to pair up, spread out, we just chase him down, that’s it.” Shane responded as you all stopped and scanned your surroundings trying to find any sign of him.

“Kid weighs a buck-25 soaking wet. Ya tryin’ to tell us he got the jump on ya?” Daryl questioned, glancing over at Shane who just shook his head,

“I say a rock pretty much evens those odds, don’t you?”

Great, now Shane and Daryl were starting to argue too. Couldn’t they all just get along? You had much bigger things to deal with right now.

“Alright, knock it off. You and Y/N start heading up the right flank. Me and Shane will take the left. Remember, Randall’s not the only threat out there. Watch each others back.” Rick instructed.

“You too. Let’s go.” You said turning to Daryl who nodded before the two of you began to walk off towards the left, while Rick and Shane took the opposite direction.

You trailed behind Daryl, not wanting to get in the way while he tried to pick up Randall’s tracks. He held the torch in one hand with his crossbow in the other as you trekked through the woods. It only took a few minutes before Daryl picked up Randall’s tracks, but something must have been wrong because he soon stopped walking and just stared at the tracks.

“Got two sets of tracks here. Your brother must’ve followed him a lot longer than he said.” Daryl observed, but you shook your head.

No, your brother wouldn’t have lied about what happened, there had to be another explanation.

“Is that blood?” You asked, pointing towards the tree in front of you.

Daryl shone the light towards the trunk causing you to frown even more because that was definitely fresh blood.

“There’s more tracks. Looks like they’re walking in tandem.” Daryl commented as he started to walk off again and you quickly followed. “There was a little dust up right here.”

“What do you mean?” You asked in confusion, staring at the ground, but for the life of you, you couldn’t see the tracks Daryl was staring at.

“I mean somethin’ went down.”

You shook your head trying to figure out what the hell had happened out here before the sound of twigs snapping caught your attention.

In an instant, you and Daryl spun around in sync, raising your weapons in the direction of the noise. It was hard to see with the tree tops blocking out the moon light above you, but there was no mistaking the sound of a walker as it staggered out from behind a tree and a second later it fell to the ground with a crossbow bolt through it’s forehead.

“Nice shot.” You commented, walking over to the walker.

You pulled out the bolt and handed it back to Daryl before you looked at the walker properly and froze realising that it was Randall.

“Well, looks like he got into a losing battle with a walker. Problem solved.” You stated, staring at what used to be Randall.

“I don’t see any bites though.” Daryl muttered, kneeling down beside the body and rolled it over, trying to find where Randall had got bitten, but with no luck. “He got his neck broke though, he died from this. Not a walker.”

“No, that doesn’t make any sense. How’d he turn if he wasn’t bit? And how’d he break his neck?” You asked and Daryl just shrugged his shoulders, but he had a worried look in his eyes that just made you nervous.

Something wasn’t right.

“Let’s get back to the house.” Daryl responded and you nodded in agreement.

You had just reached the paddock in front of the house before a singular gunshot echoed through the still night air causing you to freeze. Rick and Shane wouldn’t fire a gun, not in the woods and especially not in the middle of the night.

You glanced over at Daryl beside you who seemed to come to the same conclusion before the two of you took off jogging towards the farmhouse, praying that Rick and Shane were already back. Although, if they were already back then who the hell fired the gun?

Daryl bet you to the house as he rushed through the front door. You quickly followed, walking into he dining room where the others were all standing around nervously, but as your eyes scanned the room it was clear your brothers weren’t back yet.

“Rick ‘n Shane ain’t back?” Daryl questioned, glancing around the room.

“No. We heard a shot. Maybe they found Randall?” Lori suggested, but you shook your head.

“No, we found him. He’s a walker.” You answered, shaking your head as you tried to figure out why they would fire one shot. If it was just one walker they would’ve stabbed it.

“Did you find the walker that bit him?” Hershel asked from across the room.

“No, weird thing is he wasn’t bit. His neck was broke.” Daryl explained causing the others to all stare at him in confusion before Lori spoke up.

“Would you please get back out there, find Rick and Shane and find out what on earth is going on?”

“Ya got it.” Daryl answered.

The two of you quickly walked back outside, but barely got a few feet out the door before Daryl suddenly grabbed your arm tightly, stopping you in your tracks. He wasn’t looking at you, his eyes glued to something in the distance with a panicked expression.

“What’s wrong-” You began to ask, following his line of sight, but stopped mid-sentence when you saw a large herd of walkers walking out the woods in the direction of the house.

“Holy shit.” You gasped, taking in the vast number of walkers.

“Someone turn the lights off and grab the gun bag.” You shouted in a whisper over your shoulder.

Patricia immediately killed the lights while Maggie grabbed the bag of guns off the couch. The herd was getting closer and closer to the barn and once they reached the barn it was only a matter of minutes before they knocked the fences and reached the house too.

“Maybe they’re just passing, like the herd on the highway. Should we just go inside?” Glenn asked hopefully from behind you.

“Not unless there’s a tunnel downstairs I don’t know about. Herd that size will rip the house down.” Daryl answered as your eyes scanned the horizon trying to find any sign of Rick and Shane, but all you could see were walkers. God, you hoped they were okay.

“I can’t find Carl. He’s supposed to be upstairs, but he’s not. I’m not leaving without my boy.” Lori breathlessly said as she rushed back out onto the porch/

You turned around to her in disbelief. How did she keep losing Carl? She has one child, it shouldn’t be that hard to keep an eye on him.

“We’re not. I’m not going anywhere without my brother and Rick. Lori, Carol go back inside and find him.” You stated, turning back towards the herd.

You pulled out one of the pump-action shotguns from the bag Maggie was holding before you grabbed a handful of shotgun shells and shoved them into your pockets.

“I got the number it’s no use.” Daryl responded, staring at you as you loaded five rounds into the weapon, but you never got the chance to respond before Hershel reached your side, taking the other shotgun.

“We have guns. We have cars. Kill as many as we can, and we’ll use the cars to lead the rest of them off the farm.”

“You serious?” Daryl questioned staring at the older man in shock.

“This is my farm. I’ll die here.” Hershel responded, cocking his own shotgun.

“Alright, it’s as good a night as any.” Daryl responded, jumping over the railing of the porch and you quickly followed. “Get on the back of my bike, the others will take the cars.”

He mounted his Triumph, starting the engine and you quickly jumped onto the back.

“You drive, I shoot.” You shouted above the roar of the engine.

Daryl just nodded, tapping the tap the bike into gear and taking off towards the fence that separated the front paddock to the farmhouse yard.

The second Daryl stopped the bike, you jumped off and began firing off rounds at the walkers while Daryl stood up on his bike and did the same with his handgun, but there was no point, there was too many of them and you both knew it.

“The barns on fire!” Daryl suddenly shouted.

Your head quickly snapped towards the barn and your eyes widened when you realised that the barn was in fact on fire and sudden relief hit you. That must have been Shane and Rick. They were trying to distract the herd.

You could hear Glenn and T-Dog driving the cars up and down the fence line while Maggie and Andrea shot out the passenger side windows. But, even with them shooting too there was no way you’d be able to kill the whole herd.

“Y/N!” Daryl shouted.

“Shit, I know.” You muttered, struggling to grab more shotgun shells from your pocket as you reloaded the gun before climbing back onto the bike just as the herd busted through the fence.

You rested the shotgun over your lap while you holding onto Daryl’s shoulder with your free hand while he drove off in the opposite direction, the sound of walkers getting softer and softer in the distance.

Once you were a safe-ish distance from the herd, Daryl pulled the bike over on the dirt road and you both sat there in silence watching as the barn collapsed, the flames engulfing it as the walkers reached the farmhouse. You could see the tail lights of a car disappear in the distance, indicating that at least someone had gotten away before the walkers took over, but you had no idea who.

“Did you see Shane or Rick?” You asked, breaking the silence.

You glanced over at Daryl who shook his head, staring out at the farm in the distance and you sighed.

“Doesn’t mean they didn’t make it out though. Same as the others.” Daryl tried to reassure and you hoped to God that he was right.

You couldn’t lose your brother again. You couldn’t lose him or Rick or Carl or, hell, even Lori. They were your family and you couldn’t lose them, not again.

“Even if they made it out, how are we meant to find them?” You asked in defeat, flicking the safety switch on the shotgun and resting it over your shoulder as you stared out at the farm.

“The highway, where we left those supplies for Sophia. It’s the only place everyone knows, probably the best place to start.”

He turned the key in the ignition, bringing the motorcycle to life and you wrapped your free arm around his stomach, resting the side of your face against his back before he began riding to the highway.

It didn’t take long before Daryl tapped your hand on his stomach causing you to lift your head and look up, spotting a familiar green SUV driving down the road further in front of you.

It was the car Glenn and Maggie had taken.

Daryl quickly sped the bike up until you were side by side with the car. Maggie frantically wound down her window down, relief evident on both their faces and to your shock Carol and Sophia were sitting in the backseat too.

You and Daryl took the lead on his bike, Glenn following behind in the car and within 10 minutes you crossed paths with a familiar blue pickup truck to find Lori, Beth and T-Dog.

By the time you got back to the highway the sun had started to rise along the horizon and it didn’t take long to find the traffic snarl. Daryl slowed the motorcycle down and weaved through all the broken down cars, Glenn and T-Dog following right behind in their vehicles.

You scanned the area trying to spot the car with the supplies on it before Daryl suddenly pointed to something and you looked to where he was pointing, but you couldn’t see anything past the cars. He began to steer the bike in the direction and came to a stop beside a familiar red wagon and not a second later a figure rushed out from around the car.

You were climbing off the bike before Daryl even kicked the stand down and rushed to Rick, Carl and Hershel.

“Oh, thank God.” Rick sighed as you practically jumped into his arms, hugging him and he wrapped his arms around your back and held you tightly.

“Aunty Y/N!”

You didn’t even have a chance to pull away from Rick before Carl’s arms wrapped around your body, hugging you tightly causing you to chuckle as you hugged him back.

“Rick!” Lori’s voice called out causing the father and son to pull away from you with wide eyes.

You watched the family reunite, a bright smile spreading across your face as you looked over at Hershel who was hugging his daughters in utter relief.

You glanced around the area, taking in which group members were here before you came to sudden realisation that your brother was no where to be seen. Him and Rick were together, he had to be here, right?

“Hey, is Shane on watch or something?” You called out, looking over at Rick.

Rick slowly turned away from Lori, but you didn’t miss the way his body suddenly turned tense at your question or how Carl buried his face into Lori’s stomach and started to sob.

“Rick, where’s my brother?” You asked again, your voice deadly calm.

He had to be fine. Your brother had to be fine. After everything you had been through, Shane had to be fine.

“Y/N… I’m so sorry-” Rick began to say and you just shook your head, already knowing what he was going to say, but you refused to believe it.

“No. No, where is he? Rick, where is he?” You shouted, your voice starting to waver as you took a few steps backwards, tears filling your eyes.

“He’s gone.” Rick replied, his voice a mere whisper.

“No. No, no, no, no.” You mumbled, shaking your head in disbelief as you took a few more steps backwards before Daryl suddenly grabbed you and pulled you into his chest and that was all it took before you broke down in his arms.

-

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Summary: Y/N Walsh meets Daryl Dixon while working as an undercover Police Officer. But, when Daryl finds out the truth about you, you’re forced to move back to King County.

While on duty, a bullet puts you and Rick Grimes in hospital and when you wake up, the whole world has changed.

Pairing:Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count:2.3k

Warnings: Language, violence, blood,

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Chapter 22-

Daryl interrogated Randall and what you thought you knew about his group was nothing. There were 30 of them with guns and they would apparently kill all the men in your group and the women… well you didn’t even want to think about that.

Rick told everyone that the threat needed to be eliminated, or in other words, Randall had to die.

As far as you could tell most agreed with Rick, but Dale definitely didn’t. The older man ended up storming off when Rick suggested it, leaving the rest of you standing around camp unsure of what to do.

“C'mon, you need to clean those knuckles, can’t afford getting an infection in this world.” You spoke up, breaking the silence as you looked over at Daryl, his knuckles bloodied as he held his crossbow over his shoulder and he just nodded before he silently followed you.

You walked over to one of the wells, making sure it wasn’t the well that had the dead walker inside it. You grabbed the metal bucket beside it and turned it upside down before motioning for Daryl to sit.

“Rick ‘n Shane put those bruises on each other?” Daryl asked, breaking the silence.

He sat down on the bucket while you turned the tap on and took Daryl’s red rag that he kept in his back pocket and rinsed it in the water.

“Yeah, but I think they have finally sorted out their issues.” You replied with a small shrug.

Kneeling down in front of him, you grabbed Daryl’s hand and began to wipe the rag gently over his knuckles. Neither of you said anything after that as you cleaned his knuckles, but you could feel Daryl staring at you and you could tell he wanted to say something.

“What is it?” You asked, looking up at him.

“The other day, ya said ya still loved me… did ya mean that?”

“I do, but I know you don’t feel the same way, which is fine because I hurt you. I tried doing what was best, but I hurt you and I know you can’t forgive me for that and-”

Before you could finish what you were saying Daryl’s lips were suddenly captured yours.

For a split second, you just sat there in shock before you melted into his kiss and started to kiss him back.

“I still love ya too.” He whispered against your lips.

-

“So, how do we do this? Just take a vote?” Glenn asked breaking the awkward silence as you all stood in the living room of the Greene house staring at each other.

You stood between Daryl and Rick, while your brother stood across the room beside Andrea, watching everyone.

“Let’s see where everybody stands, then we can talk through the options.” Rick explained, glancing around the group as Shane spoke up.

“Well, where I sit, there’s only one way to move forward.”

“Killing him, right? I mean, why even bother to take a vote? It’s clear which way the wind’s blowing.” Dale responded, glaring at your brother.

“Okay, then it’s done. We’ll kill him, end of discussion. Thank you Dale.” You spoke up, causing Dale to glare at you instead, but Rick shook his head.

“If people believe we should spare him, I wanna know.”

“Couldn’t we continue keeping him prisoner?” Maggie suggested.

“Just another mouth to feed.” Daryl muttered from beside you.

“He could be an asset! Give him a chance to prove himself, we could put him to work.” Dale said, but you shook your head.

“We’re not letting him walk around.” Rick quickly responded.

“Could put an escort on him.” Maggie added.

“Who wants to volunteer for that duty?” Your brother questioned, glancing around at everyone.

“I will.” Dale said and you just chuckled, shaking your head.

“That’s not going to happen. We’re not letting him walk around the farm unless he’s tied up and we can’t exactly put chains around his ankles and sentence him to hard labour. There’s only one way to handle this.” You stated and nobody said anything for a few seconds before Patricia spoke up for the first time.

“If you go through with it, how would you do it? Would he suffer?” She asked, still seeming unsure about the whole thing.

“We could hang him, right? Just snap his neck?” Shane asked, glancing over at you and Rick and you just shrugged your shoulders.

That was one way to do, but shooting him would be quicker and take less effort too.

“I thought about that. Shooting may be more humane.” Rick replied and he had a point. It would be a quicker death.

“And what about the body? Do we bury him?” T-Dog questioned which Dale did not like at all.

“Hold on, hold on! You’re talking about this like it’s already decided.”

“You’ve been talkin’ about it all day, goin’ around in circles. Ya just wanna go around in circles again?” Daryl questioned, staring at Dale who shook his head.

“This is a young man’s life, and it is worth more than a five-minute conversation! Is this what it’s come to? We kill someone because we can’t decide what else to do with him? You saved him and now look at us. He’s been tortured. He’s gonna be executed. How are we any better than those people that we’re so afraid of?”

“It’s the only option! If we let him go, he could bring his group back here and kill all of us! If we let him stay he could kill all of us! It’s his life verses all our lives, take your pick!” You snapped, staring at Dale as Rick put his hand up towards you, silently telling you to back off, but before he could say anything Shane spoke up.

“My sister is right. We all know what has to be done.”

“If we do this, the people that we were, the world that we knew is dead. And this new world is ugly. It’s harsh. And that’s a world I don’t wanna live in and I don’t believe that any of you do. Won’t any of you stand with me?” Dale questioned in disbelief as he glanced around at everyone with desperate eyes, but nobody said anything as all looked away from him.

“Are y'all gonna watch, too? No, you’ll go hide your heads in your tents and try to forget that we’re slaughtering a human being. I won’t be a party to it.” The older man stated, shaking his head in utter disbelief before storming out the house.

“Well that went fantastic.” You commented softly.

“Shane, Daryl, Y/N, let’s go. Everyone else, stay here.” Rick instructed and with that the four of you walked out the house, Rick quickly grabbing one of the lanterns from the campsite before you walked over to the shed where Randall was tied up.

“We should do it in the barn, it’s further from the house.” You suggested.

Shane and Daryl grabbed Randall, covering his eyes with a blind fold before leading him out the shed as the group of you made your way to the barn.

Randall kept mumbling at the two of them to let him go, begging them to not do whatever they were going to do, but Shane and Daryl just acted like they couldn’t hear him as they continued to walk him towards the barn.

You took the lantern from Rick as he opened the large double doors before Shane and Daryl pushed Randall inside and got him on his knees in the middle of the large wooden barn.

You stood off to the side with the lantern not really sure what else to do as you watched the three men you loved the most in the world work together. You felt bad for liking this, they were about to kill someone, but the three of them were helping each other, working together and that was something you thought would only happen in your dreams.

“Do you have any final words?” Rick questioned, taking a few steps towards the kid who was still blindfolded as he sat on his knees sobbing.

“No, please. Please don’t.” Randall begged as Rick pulled out his Colt.

You were so focused on Rick, you didn’t even notice that Carl had walked in.

“Do it, dad. Do it.”

Oh, for fuck sake.

You quickly turned around to find the kid standing in the doorway behind you. Was Lori not capable of keeping an eye on her son?

“Carl, you, me, outside now.” You instructed sternly, knowing that this would put Rick off the idea of killing Randall now that his son was encouraging him and that was the last thing you wanted.

Randall just had be dealt with and then it was over.

You rushed towards Carl, grabbing his shoulder and ushering him out the barn. You glanced over your shoulder towards Rick, Shane and Daryl before you closed the barn door behind you and began walking Carl back towards the house.

“Your father told you to stay inside, why did you sneak out?”

“I just wanted to help. I want to protect the group, like you and dad.” Carl answered honestly as he stared up at you with bright eyes and you sighed.

You could never stay mad at him, not when he looked at you like that.

“I know. But, when your dad tells you to do something, you do it. Okay? Your dad knows what’s best, always remember that.” You instructed and Carl nodded.

Lori burst through the front door of the house just as you and Carl walked up the stairs. Her panicked expression turning guilty within seconds when she saw the two of you.

“I didn’t even see him leave the house.” Lori tried to cover up, but you never had the chance to say anything before the sound of pained screams filled the air and you quickly spun around.

The screams were coming from the field by the barn and your heart stopped.

Daryl. Shane. Rick.

Not a second later you were rushing down the steps to the house, not bothering to see if the others were following you as you sprinted towards the screams, hoping beyond anything that it wasn’t your brothers or Daryl.

But, as you got closer you found them and to your relief the three of them were fine, but you quickly realised that they were all standing around a body on the ground.

Dale’s body.

His entire stomach had been had been teared open by a walker as he laid on the ground, still alive.

“Oh my God.” You gasped, covering your mouth with your hands.

The rest of the group caught up and Andrea instantly dropped down beside Dale, crying.

You weren’t really listening to what Rick or Hershel were saying too busy stuck in your own head because this was your fault. Dale wouldn’t have been out here in the middle of the night if you didn’t push him to his breaking point, making him storm out the house earlier. If you had just tried to more civil about the whole situation maybe Dale wouldn’t have stormed out and maybe he wouldn’t have gotten attacked by this walker.

“He’s suffering.” Andrea sobbed as Dale laid there groaning and struggling to breath.

You tried to look away, but you couldn’t get your eyes to move as you stared at the inside of his stomach before someone grabbed your shoulder and you glanced to your left to find Shane now standing beside you.

“Do something!’ Andrea cried.

That somehow snapped you into action and you began to reach for your handgun, knowing it was the humane thing to do before Rick drew his pistol first and aimed it towards Dale with shaky hands.

You were about to tell Rick that you would do it instead, but you never got the chance because Daryl gently grabbed Rick’s gun. Rick instantly let him take it as he took a step back while Daryl knelt down beside Dale, cocking the gun with a click.

"M'sorry brother.” Daryl muttered before squeezing the trigger.

Even though you were expecting it, you couldn’t stop yourself from flinching at the bang. You didn’t even realise there were tears in your eyes before Shane pulled your body against his, turning you away from Dale as he hugged you tightly.

-

You, Shane and Daryl stayed out while everyone else disappeared back to camp and the three of you got to work on digging a grave for Dale.

Well, Daryl and Shane dug the hole, since they refused to let you do it with stitches still in your shoulder, so you opted to making a wooden cross out of sticks.

“So, what’s the deal with you two? I saw you over by the well this morning, you back to dating my sister, Dixon?” Shane questioned, a hint of protectiveness in his tone.

Shane leant against his shovel looking over at Daryl who stopped shovelling dirt back into the grave to stare at Shane.

“Does it matter?” Daryl questioned, his eyes flashing over to you from where you were tying string around the cross to keep it in position.

“I guess not. But, let’s get one thing straight. You so much as hurt my baby sister, I will break your neck, are we clear?”

“Shane!” You shouted, throwing a rock at him causing your brother to chuckle as he shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s fine. I get it 'n I ain’t gonna hurt her.” Daryl replied and Shane nodded, seeming satisfied.

“I’m gonna head back to camp, check on Andrea.” Shane said once the hole was dug, leaving you and Daryl standing by Dale’s grave with nothing but the small lamp and the moon light providing you light.

“Think this will do?” You asked, holding up the wooden cross.

Daryl nodded before you stuck it into the dirt at the head of the grave, making sure it was straight before you stood up and took a few steps away to look at it properly.

Daryl walked over and stood beside you, staring at the grave in silence.

Dale didn’t deserve this. Yes, he had really gotten on your nerve lately, but he was a good man. If it wasn’t for you, he wouldn’t have been out here and he’d still be breathing.

“It ain’t ya fault.” Daryl quietly muttered.

Even after all these years, Daryl could still read you like a book.

“It’s my fault he stormed out the house and was out here in the first place.” You simply answered, but Daryl shook his head.

“Nah, he walked out on his own, ya didn’t make him.”

Daryl took a step closer and slung his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you stared at the grave, resting your head on his shoulder.

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Summary:Y/N Walsh meets Daryl Dixon while working as an undercover Police Officer. But, when Daryl finds out the truth about you, you’re forced to move back to King County.

While on duty, a bullet puts you and Rick Grimes in hospital and when you wake up, the whole world has changed.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings:Language, violence,

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Chapter 24-

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since Rick broke the news to you. All you knew was that you and Daryl were now sitting on the bitumen road, your head buried in the crook of his neck as you sobbed.

You were somewhat aware of what the others were talking about, something about Patricia, Jimmy and Andrea not making it before they began to plan what to do next and where to go, but you were barely listening.

You didn’t care.

You didn’t even care when Rick told you that everyone was infected, who cares? Your brother was already dead. Your big brother was gone and you didn’t even get to say goodbye.

After a while the group had apparently decided to head east away from the herd that went through the farm. You didn’t argue, silently following Daryl back to his bike and climbing onto the back.

He kept sending you worried looked, but you ignored him and wrapped your arms around his stomach while he stared the bike. He tapped it into gear while resting your head against his back as silent tears trickled down your cheeks.

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The group ended up making a small makeshift camp on the side of the road using the trees as cover. By nightfall you all sat around a small campfire in silence trying to stay warm.

You sat beside Daryl and Carl who was snuggled up beside his mother trying to stay warm while the others silently discussed leaving on their own and fending for themselves or something, but you were barely listening.

Suddenly the sound of leaves rustling and twigs snapping filled the air, frightening the whole group. They all quickly stood up, reaching for whatever weapons they had as they looked around the dark.

You don’t even remember standing up with the group, but your survival instincts must have kicked in because your hand hovered over your holster, waiting for the threat.

“What was that?” Carol whispered, scanning the area.

“Could be anythin’. Could be a raccoon, could be a possum.” Daryl responded, his crossbow in his hand as he stood beside you.

“Or a walker. It came from over there, where we came from.” Glenn added pointing off to the left where the road was.

“We should leave.” Someone else added.

“The last thing we need is for everyone to be running off in the dark. We don’t have the vehicles. No one’s traveling on foot.” Rick said, trying to ease everyone’s nerves, but it clearly didn’t work.

“Don’t panic.” Hershel said calmly, looking over at the others as Rick turned away and continued to keep watch.

“I’m not sitting here, waiting for another herd to blow through. We need to move, now.” Maggie insisted causing Rick to shake his head.

“No one is going anywhere.”

“Do something.” Carol instructed looking over at Rick causing him to quickly turn back around towards the group.

“I am doing something!” He snapped, glaring at Carol before he looked back towards the rest of you and took a deep breath before he continued.

“I’m keeping this group together, alive. I’ve been doing that all along, no matter what. I didn’t ask for this! I killed my best friend for you people, for Christ’s sake!”

Your entire world suddenly came crashing down as you took in what Rick had just said.

“What?” You questioned, staring at Rick, hoping that you had just heard him wrong, but the second Rick’s eyes locked with yours, you knew he was telling the truth.

Rick Grimes had killed your brother.

“Y/N, I can explain.”

You shook your head and you stormed towards him, not giving him a chance to say anything else before punching him in the face. The force of the hit sending Rick stumbling backwards, but he managed to get his footing as he stood up straight and stared at you with sorry eyes.

You swung at him again and again, your fist colliding with jaw perfectly. Sad and angry tears filled your eyes as he spat blood onto the ground.

“Y/N, that’s enough.” Hershel called out from somewhere behind you.

“Hershel, stay out of it.” Rick warned, his eyes never leaving yours.

He showed no sign of fighting back as you punched him again. You slammed your knee into his stomach before grabbing the collar of his shirt and throwing him to the ground.

Not a second later, you were leaning over him and punching him again before a pair of hands grabbed your shoulders and pulled you away as Rick staggered back to his feet.

“Daryl, Glenn, back off.” Rick instructed, glancing over your shoulder at the two of them.

They reluctantly let you go before Rick took a step towards you, blood dripping from his nose and mouth. You stared at him through teary eyes before punching him again, knocking him to the ground.

You watched as he slowly got to his hands and knees, spitting more blood onto the ground before he glanced up at you from where you stood above him, silent tears falling down your cheeks.

“You’re dead to me.” You cried, hating how cracked and broken your voice was.

You stared at the man you thought was your brother before you turned around and walked off. Ignoring the others calling out to you as disappeared through the woods.

You didn’t go far from the camp, just far enough so they couldn’t hear you as you dropped to your knees and broke down crying. You tried to cover your mouth with your hands to muffle your sobs, but you couldn’t stop the tears from pouring down your cheeks.

Daryl eventually came out to find you, but by then you had no more tears left to cry as you just sat there trying to process it all.

He took you back to camp, the others all fast asleep by the fire minus Rick, who was still standing guard. The second he saw you, he turned away, unable to look at you before you and Daryl sat down by the fire as you rested your back against a tree.

Daryl didn’t say anything as you sat there in silence staring at the flames while the others all slept around you.

There was nothing he could say.

Rick had killed your brother. He had killed him, there was nothing he could ever say to make that okay.

Eventually, Daryl fell asleep beside you as you sat there just staring at Rick who had his back to the group, staring out to the woods, acting as if nothing had ever happened.

But, he killed Shane.

Rick Grimes.

The guy you and Shane had practically grown up with. The guy who had been a brother to both of you…

It was always the three of you against the world. No matter what, you always had each others back right from school, all the way into the police force. It was always the three of you, but Rick had killed Shane. He murdered your brother and now you couldn’t even look at Rick without wanting to kill him too.

You couldn’t stay here. You couldn’t stay with this group, with Rick. You’d end up killing Rick if you stayed here and you couldn’t do that.

Daryl sat beside you, his head resting back against the tree trunk behind him as he slept peacefully. The thought of leaving Daryl broke your heart, but if you stayed here you’d kill Rick.

Quietly you pulled out your police notebook from your pants pocket. You didn’t know why you had kept it in your pocket this whole time, but now you were glad you did as you pulled the pen out too and began to write a small note before you ripped the page out and gently tucked it into the pocket of Daryl’s vest.

You stared at Daryl for a few seconds before you glanced over at Carl who was fast asleep, cuddled up beside Lori. You smiled sadly at the boy you considered a nephew before you stood up.

Rick still had his back to the group and you spared one last glance down at Daryl before you silently walked off into the woods and didn’t look back.

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When Daryl woke up he knew something wasn’t right.

For a moment, he couldn’t figure out what it was before he realised that Y/N’s body wasn’t leaning against his.

He looked beside him, but she wasn’t there and he quickly looked around the rest of camp, the others were all asleep around the coals of the campfire, the sun starting to rise along the horizon, but Y/N was nowhere to be seen.

“Everything okay?” Rick’s voice called out softly.

Daryl looked over at the other man to find him standing where he had been hours earlier keeping watch, noticing the panic taking over him.

“She’s gone.” He whispered, sudden realisation hitting him like a freight train.

Y/N was gone.

She left in the middle of the night and didn’t say anything.

He knew she was hurting and finding out Rick had killed her brother had just destroyed her more than he ever thought possible, but he didn’t think she’d leave. Not without saying anything to him. Not like this.

“What?” Rick asked, rubbing his tired eyes with his hands, clearly trying to wake himself up before his body suddenly tensed and Daryl knew his brain had finally caught on.

Rick quickly dropped his hands as his eyes frantically scanned over the group lying on the ground, but like Daryl had done moments earlier, there was no sign of Y/N.

“Hey, T-Dog, wake up. I need you to take watch.” Rick instructed, patting the other guys shoulder.

T-Dog stirred awake and nodded, too tired to ask questions before Rick turned his attention back to Daryl who was standing frozen to the spot, not knowing what to do. “C'mon, she couldn’t have gotten far.”

Without a further word, the two of them took off through the woods, trying to find any sign of Y/N or any sign of what direction she had gone in, but she was smart.

She had covered her tracks, she knew he would try and find her and deep down, Daryl knew there was no way they could possibly find her. If she didn’t want to be found, she wasn’t going to be and that scared the hell out of him.

They searched for hours and they both knew it was pointless, but neither of them wanted to say because saying it out loud meant it was real and Daryl refused to believe it.

He had just gotten her back. They had just started to get back onto good terms despite everything that had happened in their past. They were just starting to get back and now she was gone, just like before.

Neither of them had said anything the entire time other than the occasional ‘walker’ as they trekked through the woods, weaving between trees and over fallen logs, hoping that they would just find her sitting down somewhere, but she was nowhere to be seen.

It was only when the sun started to set that Daryl stopped walking, stopped looking for tracks and turned around, leaning against the nearest tree and dropped his head.

She was gone and he couldn’t find her.

Tears starting to rise in his eyes, but he refused to let them spill. He shouldn’t have fallen asleep, he should have stayed awake, he should have known she was going to do something like this.
 
“We still have daylight, we have to keep looking.” Rick’s voice suddenly called out.

Daryl just shook his head, staring down at the ground as he leant his forearms against the tree in front of him, unable to look at Rick.

“She’s gone.” Was all Daryl could say.

“No, we don’t know-”

“She’s gone, man!” Daryl snapped, lifting his head as he looked over at Rick through teary eyes, to find Rick staring right back at him with his own tear filled eyes. “She ain’t comin’ back, we both know it.” He added, his voice hoarse as stared at Rick.

“No. No. No. No.” Rick repeated, running his shaky hands through his hair.

He stared at Daryl desperately who just shook his head sadly, all the tears he had been trying to keep away now silently trickling down his cheeks.

“She can’t be gone… Not, her. This is all my fault. T-This is my fault.” Rick mumbled, dropping to his knees.

He covered his face with his hands, tears falling down his face. There was nothing Daryl would do as he dropped to the ground, his back resting against the tree behind him as him and Rick broke down in the middle of the woods.

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A/N-

Yes, I’m still here.

I’m sorry I vanished for a couple of months, but real life has been really kicking my ass lately and work has been stressing me out and I’m trying to apply for a new job which is also stressing me out and, yeah, just a lot of shit is going down atm but I’m trying to get back into the swing of things, so please be patient. I’m really trying.

Day 12 - Daryl Dixon x F!Reader x Rick Grimes

“It’s all part of the journey, including the ending”

• Words: 1k
• Season: 5/6
• Warnings: none

Hope you enjoy this one!

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They couldn’t look at you, they refused. Maybe if they didn’t look it wasn’t really happening, maybe you wouldn’t be in Alexandria on the bed, a large gash over your torso. You should be dead was the words Denise spoke to them when they came back from the run. “What did we do wrong? How did this happen?” Rick murmured under his breath, rocking in his chair as he held your cold hand. You were dying, or you could be. You lost so much blood they don’t know if you’ll make it through the night. Daryl stared out the window, or looked at the bandages that wrapped around your whole body, they didn’t want to lose you. They had already gone through so much. “She’ll be alright, she’s a fighter” Rick tried to comfort the both of them. Daryl breathed deeply shaking his head, “dunno, might have been too late” he whispered, his voice struggling to even get the words out. Rick sighed deeply, refusing to think like that, refusing to accept that his love, his heart was dying in front of him. “Maybe if I-” Daryl spoke quietly, “we could’ve saved her sooner”

“She’s not gone-”

“Ya see this cut”

“Yeah I see it Daryl- I can’t not see how we failed her. We shouldn’t have let her out of our sight, one of us should have been there. Hell! She shouldn’t have even gone!” Rick cried, tears beginning to pool in his eyes. Your screams of pain are still haunting him, like an alarm bell ringing his ears.

They ended up taking it in turns as you laid motionless on the bed, one slept in the bed surrounded by your scent as the other sat watching your chest rise and fall. The two avoided each other, Rick throwing himself into work and helping the community as Daryl lingered in the background hunting and providing for everyone in another way. Weeks had past and you had shown no sign of improvement. To get the boys some rest/ actually talk to each other Maggie and Glenn took to watching you tonight promising the boys they would get them if anything changed. Daryl shifted through your pack, the bag still filled and covered with blood. It sat on the porch waiting to be sorted so Carol could clean it, neither of them having the gut to sort through it. His fingers brushed against a notebook, the one he gave you at the prison. One that he would often see you leaving against Rick writing in. The cover tattered and folded. The pages were wrinkled and dirty, just an example of how much you had gone through them. He saw charcoal drawings of him and Rick, small poems or thoughts. Sketches of the prison, Merle’s bike. The sketchbook was full of things you had learnt, the pain or happy moments you felt the need to write down. The sun was setting as Rick left the house, he spotted Daryl sat on the swing seat. He sat next to him. Daryl didn’t say anything to him, but passed him the notebook, looking at the man.

Rick flicked through amazed at how you documented your life’s small notes about your love between the two men. He finished the book, his eyes staring at the last page.

‘It’s all part of the journey, including the end

Love Y/n’

Rick let out a choked sob the days of worrying catching up to him. Daryl was already silently crying. The two men sat wanting their half the person that made him whole finally. “I’m sorry- for not talking to you. Not being there for you”

“Me too”

The two men smiled, surprised their greatest weekends not only pulled them apart but held them together. Gave them purpose to wake up, to get up and try harder when they failed.

“RICK, DARYL. SHES AWAKE”

The boys stood up, running instantly with their shoes thudding on the streets of Alexandria. The book still clutched in Rick’s hand as he sprinted. They were met with your laughter, weak but still there as you spoke to Maggie. “Shit- the guy cut me badly didn’t he” you laughed lightly. “You almost died, you should have seen Rick and Daryl. Like lost puppies”

“I wish I did, god I could hear them and I wished I could just help them”

Maggie smiled, the group was confused when you fell in love with both of them. But it became normal, special. Watching a family form so closely warmed them, helped them continue on. “Hey boys” you smiled as they entered the room. They didn’t speak, just stared at you like you were the last thing on earth. “What do I have on my face”

Maggie stood and left, leaving the three of you alone. Once she left they slowly approached, smiling as they got closer. Their eyes are still raw and red from moments ago. “You’re okay?”

“I’m okay”

“We found ya book”

You smiled, nodding. “It was so I had a memory of everything, so if I lost you or anyone I could still see their faces. Hoping one day we had a place like this so we could decorate the house with them.” you said. The boys nodded, you scooted to the middle of the bed, allowing them to lay with you as you flicked through the book.

“We thought you were gonna die” Rick said, his lips kissing the top of your head.

“I might have, but you would still have this”

“I’d prefer to keep you” Daryl muttered, a kiss falling on your temple. The two of them finally resting, holding you close. When Maggie came by to check on you she found you looking through your book with a small smile on your face as you looked at all the memories you captured. She watched as the two boys held you close, protectively as you sat there. A sight comforting for many.

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Description:Hey! Im going to be working on those requests soon! Tysm to those who sent in || Daryl and reader just share a cuddly moment <3 No warnings or spoilers

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Her arms wrap around his neck and her head rests on his chest. The material that his poncho is made of feels soft against her skin despite everything it’s been through.

“Daryl?” She whispers, feeling his arms slink around her waist.

His fingers run up and down her back softly. “Mm” He hums.

“When you leave tomorrow…” She lifts her head and looks into his eyes, the moonlight outside only illuminating the room enough for them to glisten slightly as they fall from her eyes to her lips. “Do you think I could keep this thing?” She asks, lifting the poncho slightly off his shoulder.

Daryl nods, heat rising from his chest and reddening his cheeks. “Yeah” He mumbles softly. “Yeah ya can”

“I miss you a lot when you’re on these long runs, ya know?” She asks, laying her head back onto his chest.

His heartbeat quickens as she runs her hand through his hair and she smiles.

Daryl stops rubbing her back to pull the covers over them both. “I miss ya too, a lot” He says.

“Mhm” She sleepily hums back, closing her eyes for a moment to take in his warm scent. “I missed being with you like this… can’t you stay home more often?”

Daryl lets out a little sigh, he knows the feeling… he misses her too. Sometimes so much he can’t sleep out there and he’s never had an issue with camping before.

“I know, after tomorrow I’ll talk with Rick about staying back some, its just that-”

“No, I know, don’t worry. It’s why I fell in love with ya” She smiles a little. “You wanna help everyone. You’re a good man Dare”.

There was that word again. Love. He loved her too, so much. After meeting her he started giving a shit about staying alive. She saved his life by simply existing with him.

He shifts onto his side and she hugs into him, his arms wrap around her again. “I love ya too” he says, “n hey, next time I go out I’m takin you with me”.

Her head pops up from under the covers, her hand squeezing the free cloth on his poncho again. “Wait really?” She asks, shock sparking her eyes. “Why?”

Daryl looks down at her, his eye catching her hand on his shoulder still. “Because I miss this” he hums, kissing her forehead softly. “I miss ya”.

The corner of her mouth curves and she plops her head back down on his chest, her arms wrapping snuggly around him once again. “Thanks Dare” she whispers.

His eyes meet the ceiling and he tightens his hug around her a little. She’d never know how much she meant to him because he couldn’t show it, he didn’t know how. Still, he’d never stop trying.

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