#daryl dixon imagine
When I Found You (Pt. 08 of 19)
Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.5 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N: I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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On His Lips
“I’m telling you, Gregory won’t be ruling Hilltop for too long. The man is a prick. He sides with the Saviors and–” Colorful flying things get your attention, and when you look to your right, you see a bunch of balloons. “What is that?” Giving Daryl a look, you rush down the stairs into the open area, walking to where a small group of people stands. “Hey. What are you doing?”
“Hey, princess,” Laura says, and everyone quickly kneels. “We found some Helium and decided to make a competition.”
“What kind of competition?”
A silenced shot gets your attention and a balloon exploded midair. “We have to shoot the balloons. The higher we let them get before trying, the more points we get. I have thirty-five.”
“Doesn’t sound like your thing Laura.”
“Winner gets a peanut jar.”
“Mmm.” Looking at Daryl, who stopped some feet away, you smile. “Do you like a peanut?”
“Yeah.” He nods, glancing at the others.
“Then I’m in.” Smiling, you take the gun they’re using and tell Jared, the guy near the ballons to let one of them go. He releases a blue one, and you let it float away, the wind moving it a bit too far. You let it go as much as you can before shooting and successfully hitting it. “Bang!”
“And that makes… Twelve points.” Julian says from his place by the fence. There aren’t many walkers here, so there’s no problem.
“My turn,” Jared says and Anne takes his place.
The silly game goes on for a while, and you and Laura are the ones with the highest points. You do ask if Daryl wants to join, but he just said he trusts you to get that peanut jar. You understand him. Why would he even consider doing that with the people who wouldn’t think twice before killing his family? But you have to participate. You have to laugh and make heart eyes at Daryl… But the thing is the heart eyes aren’t even fake anymore.
“Oh, shit.” The exclamation gets your attention, and you almost miss the ballon.
Looking at Jim, you shrug your shoulders. “What? The game wasn’t my idea. Go piss off whoever invented it.”
“So defensive.” He chuckles, nodding at Daryl when he walks past him. “But that’s not what I meant.” Jim gestures at your legs, and you look down, taking in the simple dark jeans.
“Your statement will require further explanation.” Giving Anne the gun, you cross your arms. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing. It’s just that… Uhm… It’s tight. You never wear anything that tight.”
“Oh…” Giving Daryl a look, you get a small, quick smile that crosses his lips. It’s been around a month since the last time you hurt yourself, and the wounds are finally closing. Once and for all, said Daryl, and wearing your jeans doesn’t hurt anymore. “I decided to change a bit. And they’re super comfortable so…”
“Hey,” Daryl calls, and everyone looks at him at the same time. “Stop lookin’.” He says in a lower voice and for some reason, your cheeks warm up.
“Sorry…” Jim whispers, and you don’t think you were supposed to hear it. “Anyways. I wanna try that. Tell me how it works.”
And after this embarrassing episode, Jim joins the small party and you shoot balloons until they’re over. Laura won because Jim distracted you a couple of times, but she wanted to give you the jar. You didn’t accept though. She won it fairly, and you’re not Negan.
You’ve been keeping it in your mind, repeating it to yourself. You’re not Negan.
After the morning walk and having lunch with your father, you have nothing else to do. So you have to talk to Daryl about the thing. The thing. You’ve been avoiding it because you’re getting confused towards him. And you kinda have the feeling he’s getting confused too. Not everything feels like a game anymore. And more than once you caught yourself holding his hand even when walking through empty halls.
But you need to see past all that because a lot depends on it. So, taking a deep breath and trying to keep it professional, you knock on his door. You still wear the key around your neck, but you decided to knock first. Daryl is not a prisoner anymore.
“Hey.” You mutter, stepping inside. “Hope you’re not busy. We need to talk about our plan.”
“Ain’t ever busy when it’s about keepin’ Alexandria safe,” Daryl says, following you to the couch. “Did somethin’ happen?”
“Nope. We just need to work on the next levels…”
“As in gettin’ the hell out of this hellhole?” He asks and you giggle. Daryl did keep the promise. He intends on taking you to live in Alexandria, and as much as you think this won’t work easily, you have this fantasy of having a good, calm life away from the Saviours.
“Not yet…”
“What then?”
“Negan has been… Accepting the fact that we’re together. It doesn’t mean he’s not angry about it and it doesn’t mean he won’t crush Alexandria the moment we break apart. But we need to be more… Public about our relationship before I can ask him to give me Alexandria.” Making way too many pauses, you try not to blush. But you’re certain you’re failing.
“I don’t get it. We walk around, holding hands, huggin’. How can it be more public than that?” Furrowing his eyebrows, Daryl tilts his head to the side.
You were expecting him to get it, so you wouldn’t have to say it. “I know but… I know Negan, and he has to be one hundred percent convinced, so… We should…” Damn it. Getting up to your feet, you pace around. You’re an adult with a good plan. Just spit it out. “We need to be seen kissing. And not just a peck in the lips. A real kiss. And we have to make sure the word will get to Negan and we have to do it in front of Negan.”
Then, silence. Of course, there would be silence. You’re growing to know Daryl and you know he’s not all that comfortable with certain proximities.
“Fine.” He simply says after almost a whole minute.
“Fine?”
“Yeah. I told ya I’d do anythin’ ta’ keep my family safe. Kissin’ ya won’t even be a great sacrifice. Just tell me when and we’ll do it.”
“No, no. If you act weird, it can be misunderstood. We need to… We need to act as if we’ve been doing it for quite a while so…”
“I don’t get it.”
Sighing, you clear your throat. “We need to train.”
“Train?”
“Mhmm.” Nodding, you sit down next to him again. “It has to look natural, mostly in front of Negan. He’s great at reading people and if he finds anything odd, he’ll push me against the wall and it’ll only force us to remain here longer.” Looking down at your hands, you shrug your shoulders. “I’m sorry you have to do this. I’m just trying to make it right so we can leave.”
“Fine.” He repeats, in a much lower and softer voice.
“Fine…” You mutter, slowly raising your eyes to look at Daryl. “I-I was thinking we could start now… I-if that’s alright with you.”
Daryl nods, blue eyes looking intensely at you.
“So… When was the last time you kissed someone?” The question only comes because you don’t know what to do. So talking will at least fill the silence.
“Two years before the outbreak, I think. Some hooker Merle set me up with.” Daryl looks down, a sad chuckle leaving his lips. “The asshole paid her to pretend she liked me.”
“I’m sorry your brother was a jerk.” You say, touching his forearm.
“How about ya? Have ya ever kissed Jimmy-boy?”
“No, never.” Smiling, you fold a leg under yourself. “For me, it was a high school crush. But after that nobody seemed worth kissing.”
“Sorry, yer being forced to kiss me. I’m not worth kissing either.”
“From all the men I met after the world went to shit, you’re the only one who really deserves to be kissed, Daryl Dixon.” Saying this changes things. It makes them complicated and turns this into more than just a meaningless kiss. But that’s something you need him to know. “Mmm… Let’s just do it then.”
“Alright.”
“Alright…” You repeat, hoping he can’t notice how your cheeks are probably as red as a tomato now. But knowing Daryl, you know nothing goes past him. “Let’s do this and see how we feel.” Clearing your throat, you move closer to him, hands on his shoulders. “Okay…” Your heart is beating so fast you wonder if he can actually hear it.
Kissing Daryl shouldn’t be this hard. If this is just something you have to do, like a job, to keep people safe, it shouldn’t be this hard. But right now, being so close, looking into his eyes, you can’t have this as only a plan.
Daryl was the first one you allowed in. The first one to understand how you feel about this place… The one who knows about your self-harm and who’s helping you not to do that anymore.
So he’s a lot more than just a plan.
Daryl is a good man. A handsome, amazing man, and you just noticed you want to kiss him. And not just because you’ll have to act up before Negan.
“Are we goin’ to do this or have ya changed yer mind?” Daryl speaks suddenly, and you notice you’ve been frozen for a while.
“Yeah, I just… Don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable. So we should just start slow and… See how it goes.”
“Alright.” He reluctantly nods, and you know that he won’t make the first move.
So you decide to just do it.
Ending the small distance between you, eyes closed, you finally connect your lips to his on a simple kiss. It doesn’t really feel like a kiss since he didn’t do anything. But you gotta make it work, it doesn’t matter how you feel, or how he feels. This is bigger than both of you.
Taking his hands, you place one on your waist and the other on your cheek, but he barely touches you. It’s a beginning though. And you kiss him again, a little harder, moving to sit on his lap for better proximity. Then, he finally moves. Slowly, his lips start moving with yours, and you swear to God you feel a little dizzy, like the world stopped spinning.
This is good, you think. It’s working and that’s definitely something you can get used to. But then, unexpectedly, both of Daryl’s hands come to your waist, holding and pulling you closer, until your body collapses to his chest. Neither of you breaks the kiss, instead, it only grows, more intense, with more need. You don’t know what’s going on, but you don’t care. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you part your lips more, allowing him in, deepening the kiss. All other thoughts are gone, there’s nothing else than Daryl’s lips. And he tastes amazing, he feels amazing, holding you like that.
But eventually, you’re out of breath, so you have no choice but to break the kiss. But even when you’re apart, neither of you move away. You just stay there, catching your breaths.
“Good… That’s good… If we recreate this in front of Negan he won’t ever doubt us.” You whisper, your forehead on his. “We just have to… Keep doing this until it becomes natural…”
“I agree,” Daryl mutters right before kissing you again. But this time, he moves differently, and when you notice he’s pushing you, lying you down on the couch, you don’t even resist.
The next thing you know is that Daryl is on top of you, and you’ve been making out as if this was real. As if you were truly in love.
The whole world is silent as Daryl stares at the ceiling. His mind, unlike everything else, is very loud. What was supposed to be some kind of preparation for Negan to see, became a habit. It’s been a little more than a week since Daryl kissed the angel-like girl for the first time, and he doesn’t think he can go a day without doing that.
She tastes like heaven, like candy, and things he never thought he’d taste again. And he has become addicted to it, to her, because there isn’t a moment he’s not thinking about her.
And it seems like she enjoys his presence too, or else she wouldn’t be sleeping on his bed right now, curled up to his chest.
(Y/N) doesn’t know, but he likes to watch her sleep. Her beauty is captivating as always, and she looks peaceful. She barely moves now, unlike before, since she told Daryl her sleep was restless. But it changed, along with many things. She doesn’t hurt herself anymore, and the wounds are closed, never to be reopened. Because he’ll never let her do that again.
“Daryl…” She mutters, voice barely a whisper, getting his attention.
“Huh?” He grunts, a hand softly caressing her cheek.
“You’re warm.” (Y/N) says, fingers blindly finding his chin and a small, tired smile forming on her lips.
Daryl is a loss of words when it comes to (Y/N). A loss of feelings, a loss of thoughts. But he decided not to think too much. Daryl has always been a thinker, and he goes through things over and over again. But with her, he decided to just act. The future is still a big question mark, but somehow, he doesn’t know how yet, he found something good here. In this shitty place, filled with evil people. He found a ray of sunshine. A light inside the warm girl lying next to him.
Daryl never thought he knew what love is. And maybe he doesn’t know yet, but he’s sure the feelings (Y/N) provokes are part of it. So he’ll keep her close, he’ll protect her, and, when this is over, if she’s fine and wants a distance, he’ll stay away.
But right now, he can hold her. And so he will.
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When I Found You (Pt. 07 of 19)
Pairing:Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.6 K
Summary: You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N:I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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A Little Piece of the Sun
“It’s nothing. Let go!” If you managed to keep it together, to keep a straight face, maybe you could fool him. Make him leave. But you’re breaking down, crying, yelling, pushing him. “Get out, Daryl!”
“Who hurt ya?” He asks, voice raised to match yours.
“Nobody! Get out.” In your crying, you don’t have enough strength to push Daryl. And even if you had, he’s bigger, taller, stronger. So it doesn’t take much until you’re pushed back to the living room, bitter tears clouding your sight.
“(Y/N), what–” He suddenly pulls your robe up, and your thighs get exposed. “What the hell is that?” He yells, but his expression softens, and when Daryl looks down at your vulnerable, broken figure, he’s not angry. Or mad.
He’s broken too.
“Why?” He asks in a lower voice, letting go of your robe.
A silence falls as you stand there, way too close in a place nobody can see you, crying, sobbing. Closing your eyes shut, you grab his vest, the one with angel wings, because you feel like you’re just about to fall. And if you do, you’ll break into a thousand pieces.
“I-I…” Stuttering, you shake your head. “Just leave me. Just leave me.” You plead, barely hearing your voice. “Please. Nobody can see that. Nobody can know.”
Silently and gently, Daryl pushes you down, and you sit on the couch. He then disappears into your bedroom, and you don’t even want to know why. Looking down at your hands, you see all the blood stuck under your nails. You didn’t have time to clean it.
When you hear him coming back, you look up, quickly noticing the first aid kit he’s carrying.
“Ya left it in yer bed.” He mumbles, settling down next to you. “Ya planned this.”
You don’t answer, you just keep looking at your hands. Daryl doesn’t say anything either. He moves to sit on the wooden coffee table, and slowly lifts your robe and gives you a look as if asking for permission. But you don’t mind. Your mind is too far away.
Daryl’s hands are soft, and as he cleans the wounds, that go from the top of your thighs to your knees, you flinch a little. But he’s fast, and soon enough he’s done, wrapping gauze around your thighs. Then, he puts the small box next to him and stares at you.
“I knew somethin’ was off.” He mutters, but still, you can’t bring yourself to look at him. “Ya always wear pants a little too baggy for ya. And ya grab yer legs when yer nervous or uncomfortable… I thought it was just a habit.”
Staring at Daryl’s blue eyes, you still can’t say anything. And what could you say anyway? Should you tell him how those people had fun killing his family?
A sob escapes your mouth and you hide your face with both hands. Nobody was ever supposed to see you this way. Nobody was supposed to know what you do to relieve the pain… Or payback for the pain you caused.
Daryl felt his heart breaking. Because hers is broken. Seeing (Y/N) like this, terribly, inconsolably sad… Seeing her hurt herself…
The tears glisten, reflecting the living room light, and Daryl knows he can’t stay still. He can’t just do nothing when she’s like that. So he gets up, without saying anything, and carefully bends over, picking (Y/N) Up in his arms. Of course, he expects her to push him, to give him an angry look, to ask him to let go of her. But instead, she silently, shyly even, wraps her arms around his neck, allowing him to lift her. Daryl takes carries the angel-like girl to her bedroom, setting her down on the bed.
She immediately curls up, the soft, pink fabric of her robe lifted, exposing the white gauze. But the image of the wounds, clearly made by fingernails, burns in his head. Long and slim, open, with blood still coming out of them. There are many, some brand new, others, older, were reopened. There are also scars, meaning she’s been doing that for a long time. She puts more strength on her index and middle finger, but the others do some damage too.
Daryl wonders what drives her to do this. To pierce and slice her skin. His eyes move through her body, taking in the sweet details he can’t stop thinking about. Her face is stained by many tears, which keep coming, but it doesn’t change how beautiful she is. Her little hands, clenched into fists, hide her mouth from him. When his eyes travel down, he feels his cheeks burning.
(Y/N) is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, he can’t ignore it anymore. But she’s more than that. She was put in this life, surrounded by the worst people this world could create, she has been offered a position people would die for. She could rule this place, she could be just like her father. But she’s the far opposite.
By everything Daryl has seen of her, (Y/N) is honest, kind, and she’s trying to help people. He has seen her taking food and medicine, giving them to those who don’t have enough points to buy them. She’s different. A light in this dark place.
“Why are you staring…” She asks in a soft, low voice, teary eyes now open and set on him.
And it breaks his heart to see her this way. Daryl has to know why. He has to help her somehow.
“Why, (Y/N)?” Daryl asks, his voice, always a bit raspy, sounds soft. “Why would ya do this ta’ yourself?”
“You should be happy about it.” You burst out, sitting up, staring at him. “My father killed your friends. Your group, your family. You should be happy I’m getting hurt!”
“I–”
“This is what I deserve for all the people we’ve hurt. For those, we killed, for those we crippled, and for those who were left alive, suffering. I-I…” Your voice fades, and you look down, hands involuntary going to your thighs, squeezing them.
“Hey. Don’t!” Daryl is quick to grab both your wrists and you don’t even try to fight against his grip. He sits on the bed next to you, but you don’t dare to look into his eyes. “It’s not yer fault, hear me? What Negan does, that’s on him. Yer tryin’ ta’ help people, the best ya can, and this is who you are.”
It comes to you like a wrecking ball, crashing your ribs, destroying you inside out. You’ve seen what this world turned your father into. The monster it created. You know some people deserve to die because the world will be a better place without them. But a shot in the head is enough. What they do here is torture, madness… And they do it with innocent people, just because they can, or because they want to. “Daryl, I…” Stuttering, you feel yourself breaking down. But you can’t. Not in front of him. Or anyone. “Please, go… You’re not supposed to see me like this. N-nobody should see me like this.”
“Want me ta’ call Jim?”
“No!” You’re quick to answer. “No. He doesn’t know… He doesn’t… Not about all this… I-I’m all alone in this.”
“Not anymore.”
The moment he says it, you raise your head to look at him. “Y-you don’t have to… Really, I’m ok.” Your voice breaks in the end, because that’s a lie you’re tired to say.
Daryl is silent for a while, those bright blue eyes, beautiful and calming, set on yours. His presence makes you feel at ease, safe, and protected, something you haven’t felt in so long. “Come here.” He whispers, letting go of your wrists and arms opening to you.
For a moment, you’re frozen, tears never stopping to roll down, and you look at him.
You never thought you’d be in this situation with Daryl. Or that he’d even want to do that. But you don’t even try to fight it. You just collapse against him, head on his chest as more sobs run through your body.
“Shh. ‘S alright, Sunshine. ‘S alright.” Daryl mumbles, softly caressing your hair. It doesn’t take much until you both lie down, not letting go of each other.
You spend some time in silence, holding onto his vest, making sure he won’t go anywhere. After a while, your tears are dry, and the only thing getting your attention is the light headache and the familiar pain on your thighs. But besides that, everything feels peaceful.
“It’s getting late,” Daryl whispers, and you only nod. “I can leave ya to sleep if ya want.”
Yeah, you should probably let him go. But still, the thought of being alone again, with your thoughts and memories makes you shake your head. “C-couldn’t you stay? Just… Please.”
“Only if we talk about it. Do ya think ya can?”
No. “Okay.”
Then, more silence. “Wanna stay like this?” You quickly nod, not wanting to be away from him. This is an awkward position to be in. Lying on the bed, Daryl’s arms around you as you hide your face on his chest. But you need this. You need this man with you right now or else you’re sure you’ll break all over again. “Tell me why. No excuses, no justifications. Just plain and simple. Why do ya hurt yourself?”
“Because I’m part of this. And this… This gets people hurt. And killed.” Struggling not to cry all over again, you say it. The truth, all of it. For the very first time. “So I deserve this. Just a little bit of pain for all the agony I cause.”
“Yer not the one to do this. Ya don’t pull the trigger, ya don’t manage the knife.”
“Rob was eaten alive because he pushed me.”
“Rob was a rapist and a murderer.” He’s quick to add. “Heard the man talkin’. He deserved ta’ be dead.”
“But what about all the others?” Raising your head, you look at him. “What about Glenn and Abraham? What about all the sick games Negan played with your family? With Hilltop? All those good, innocent people just trying to survive.”
“Yer not Negan.” As he speaks, Daryl brings a hand to your cheek, fingers softly caressing your skin. “And I mean both because he’s yer dad and because of this whole ‘I am Negan’ thing goin’ on here. Yer not him, yer so much better.”
“D-do you really believe that?”
“Yeah.” He nods, eyes never leaving yours. “I hated ya in the beginning. Blamed ya for this too, for what happened to me, but now I see yer nothin’ like that. Yer nothin’ like them.”
“Daryl–”
“If this plan we have goin’ on works, ya could come live in Alexandria.” The words come out fast, and it looks like he’s still thinking about it as he speaks. But then, he nods, taking a deep breath. “Ya don’t need ta’ run away, stay alone. Ya could stay with us.”
“No, Daryl… They’ll hate me and they’ll be right to do so… And at least from here I can somehow help people.”
“We can find a way to keep helpin’ them, I know we can and…” His voice fades, and his face gets an expression you can’t read. “Once they know ya, they’ll like ya. I’ll tell them what ya did, what yer still doin’. They’re good people, they’ll see yer good too.”
Moving even closer, you close your eyes, your forehead touching his. “Would you really do that for me…?”
“I will. This is no place for ya, Sunshine”
“… Sunshine?” You ask, a low chuckle escaping your lips.
“Because yer a little piece of the sun in this dark, sick place.” He whispers after some seconds of silence. “The only good thing in here.”
“Two things then… Me and you.” You decide to add, despite your cheeks getting hot and red.
“Mmm.” He mumbles, moving his hand from your cheek to encircle your waist again. “Now get some sleep. Ya need it.”
“Will you stay… Until morning?”
“I will.”
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You peacefully wake up, slowly and lazily, taking a deep breath. You’re quick to notice you’re not alone, and yesterday’s happenings come back to your head.
Daryl’s chest moves as he breathes, and for some reason you smile, snuggling closer to him, welcoming his warmth.
“Mornin’.” He suddenly says, startling you a little.
“Hi…” You mutter, rubbing your eyes. “Didn’t know you were awake.”
“Woke up a couple of minutes ago.”
“Mhmm.” You fall into a comfortable silence again until you notice something. “Did I move a lot? My sleep is restless so I’m always…” Your voice fades as you try to understand how you’re pretty much in the same position as yesterday night. “…I’m always moving.”
“Yer didn’t move at all,” Daryl says, and you sit up, looking down at him.
“Really?”
“Yeah…” He nods, sitting up as well. “I’m gonna make ya something to eat.”
“Daryl, wait.” You grab his hand before he stands up, making him sit down again. “What… What you said last night… Did you really mean it?” You didn’t want to just spit it out, but you need to know.
“I did.” He nods, eyes hidden by his hair. “All of it.” The fear that you felt disappears. The look on his face is the same as before, soft and kind. And when he takes your hand on his, you can’t help but smile. “Yer not alone. I know ya don’t like ta’ feel vulnerable but ya don’t have to hide it. Not from me, alright?”
“Alright.” You say, voice barely a whisper.
“C'mon, ya need ta’ eat.” He stands up and so do you, heading to the kitchen.
This time you help him make the sandwiches and eat in silence before organizing the kitchen. You’re finishing when a loud knock on the door gets your attention. And by the way, the person knocks, you know it’s Negan. Putting the dishcloth down, you look at Daryl.
“I’ll stay in the bathroom until he leaves.”
“No, no.” Taking a deep breath, you fix your hair the best you can. “We’re still playing. It’ll be good for us if he sees you here.” Walking to the door, you straighten your robe before noticing the bandages can be seen. “Shit.” Stepping back, you sigh. “Daryl. Open the door and let him in. Don’t say anything stupid, I need to change.”
“What do ya mean by don’t say anythin’ stupid?”
“Just open the door please. Trust me, he’s not going to hurt you.” Rushing to the bedroom, you take off the robe and put on the first clothes you find, ears paying attention to what’s going on in the living room. But you don’t hear anything after the door is open.
Putting some pants on and one of the old shirts you use to sleep you walk out, making sure to smile when you see Negan. “Hi, dad. What are you doing here so early?” Both men stand side by side. Daryl is tense, angry, as he always is when Negan is close by. And your father is beyond pissed off.
“I’m more interested in what he’s doing here so early.” Negan gestures at Daryl, walking over the couch and letting himself fall on it.
“He spent the night here.”
“What?!” Negan shouts, giving Daryl a hard glance.
“He just slept here.” You explain yourself, sighing, crossing your arms. “We were talking, it got late and I invited him to crash here.”
Shrugging your shoulders, you stare at Negan, who looks… Perplexed. Like he just realized something new. “Is it just me or are you and this piece of shit over there getting real?”
“First of all, Daryl is not a piece of shit.” Walking over him, you hold his hand, fingers intertwining. “And second, yes, we’re… We’re getting real.” Squeezing his hand, you give him a look.
“We’re datin’,” Daryl says, and you have to control yourself not to look surprised. You weren’t expecting that.
“You and your damn group are so lucky I love my daughter,” Negan says, the voice suddenly dark. He bends forward, elbows resting on his knees. “But I must tell you now when this is over, it’s over. I’ll hunt Rick down, and get my plans from where I left them.” He stands up, sighing. “I’ll annihilate you and your people from the face of Earth. I promise you that, Daryl. And if you ever hurt my baby, your death will take weeks.”
With another sigh and a nod, Negan moves to the door, but not before placing a kiss on your forehead.
“That was a threat,” Daryl mutters when your father is gone.
“I’m not gonna let him fulfil it. That’s my promise.”
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@riverscyberwife@spenciepoo338@beatitlikeabongodrum@amberritonicole@totheonethatloveshernext@the-artistic-animal@shatteredlovesick@cole22ann@thecraziestcrayon
When I Found You (Pt. 06 of 19)
Pairing:Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.7 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
Next part (07) ->
A/N:I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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Bloody Secrets
Daryl was impressed that what (Y/N) promised was happening. Negan ceased to bug Alexandria, but he knew it was only a pause. He knew this act had to go on, for the sake of the people he cares about. His family.
He missed them, every single one of them. Rick, Carol, Maggie. God, he needs to know how she and the baby are. Little Ass Kicker, Carl, and Michonne. Sasha, Rosita, Denise. As he lies down on the couch, he thinks about them. He never felt welcome before, not even by his blood relatives as he feels by this random bunch of people he stumbled upon when the world went to shit.
But the truth is that he thought doing this would be harder. Daryl started despising the angel-like girl the moment he saw her. She was one of them, a Savior. And when she proposed all this, he knew he had to suck it and get on with this stupidity. But now things are different.
Daryl is seeing (Y/N), the girl behind the Savior mask. The vulnerable human being. He had a special sight of it when she was hurt, two weeks ago. He never felt so protective of someone before, and certainly not someone like her. A girl, still a stranger in many ways. And now there are feelings inside him that he just can’t understand, it doesn’t matter how hard he tries.
What does it mean when you close your eyes and someone’s face pop right up? And what does it mean when your heart starts beating faster when this someone walks into the room?
Too many questions Daryl can’t answer. And he hates not having the answer.
Good thing he doesn’t have to. Not now.
When he looks at the clock, he sets it in motion, leaving the apartment and going to the place she told him to.
Today, Rob will be made an example of.
He finds a crowd on the Northside of the compound, near the fences where a lot of walkers are tied up to. Making his way through the people, getting some angry looks and rude words, Daryl finds her, standing right on the front line, next to her bodyguard. (Y/N)’s eyes find him quickly, and there’s a look he can’t understand.
“Daryl.” She mumbles as he walks over to her. She wants to say something, but she can’t. Not here, where people could hear it. It’s insane how easily Daryl learned to read her.
He’s about to say something when voices make him look to his left. It doesn’t take much for him to spot Negan, and half a dozen people coming out, opening the gate, and walking around the walkers to stand right in front of the crowd. They drag a badly hurt Rob with a bag over his head.
“Well, well, well.” Negan chants, and immediately, people start kneeling. He hates it. But it’s not the first time he’s forced to degrade himself in such a way.
Daryl stands his ground for a while, but when he sees near him kneeling down, he knows he has to. Everything to keep up the act. To keep his family safe.
He’s just about to bend the knee when he feels (Y/N)’s hand grabbing his. For a moment he freezes, unsure of what to do. Looking up at her, he finds a silent sentence, written all over her face.
We do not kneel. It burns through his brain as her fingers intertwine with his. A sensation he never felt before.
Looking ahead again, he sees a very annoyed Negan staring right at him, eyes falling on their connected hands.
“Rise up.” He commands, and so it happens. “We’re here today for a special occasion.” In a fast move, a man pulls the bag off Rob’s head. “This fella over here stepped way beyond the line.” He hisses, swinging his bat in the air. “He hurt my baby girl.”
“I-I’m so sorry.” Rob bags, blood coming off his mouth.
“Just kill him already.” (Y/N) mutters in a low voice, so low he’s not sure if he was supposed to hear it.
“Shut up!” Negan shouts. “And we all know that nobody. Touches. My. Baby. Girl.” He hits Rob, but not on the head as Daryl was expecting, on both his legs. And everyone here heard bones breaking. “This is an example of what happens to those who disobey my orders or hurt my daughter!” He shouts again, yelling at the crowd. “It will not be tolerated! Simon! Mark!” He calls, and both men step ahead, already grabbing Rob and pulling him up. “Show people what we do to those who can’t follow simple rules.”
And so it begins. Rob is pushed forward to a spot where a walker can reach. And it does. Simon makes sure Rob’s legs are reached first, and as he screams in agony and tries to crawl away, they push back, over and over, until the walker finally gets his hands and teeth on Rob’s guts. Then, it’s dead silence. All that can be heard is the screaming, and after a while, incomprehensible moaning and the sound of flesh being torn apart.
Daryl doesn’t know how he feels about it. Rob’s death is probably for the better, but dying like this… Nobody deserves it.
“(Y/N)?” Jim suddenly calls, and at the same moment, he feels her grip on his hand getting loose as she collapses on the floor. “(Y/N)!”
Jim is quick to move, ready to pick her up. But it happens almost at the same time, without Daryl even noticing. (Y/N) reaches for him instead, and he’s fast to lift her up.
“What the hell is going on?” Negan asks, but Daryl doesn’t give a shit. The girl in his arms feels like she’s passing out anytime soon, and he has to take her away from this gruesome scene.
The crowd moves out of his way, as (Y/N) hides her face in the crook of his neck.
You’re glad when Negan and the doctor finally leave. You didn’t want all this attention, so you’re relieved when it’s just Jim and Daryl. From your place seated on the bed, you sigh, looking down at your hands.
“Jim, can you spread up that I didn’t have breakfast? That I wasn’t feeling well for a couple of days?”
“Sure.” He nods.
“Can you go and do it, please? They know we’re close, they’ll believe you.” Reaching out your hand, you smile when Jim grabs it.
“You don’t have to say please, (Y/N).” With a playful shake, Jim stands up and walks out.
Daryl only moves when the door closes, taking Jim’s place at the armchair near the bed. Taking a deep breath, you pull your legs, hugging your knees. “Thank you for–"
“Why did ya faint that way?”
“I didn’t faint.”
“Ya almost did.”
“Daryl, I–”
“Don’t lie to me.” He cuts you off, and you close your eyes for a while, just to gather your thoughts.
“Nobody deserves to die like that.” You speak up, raising your voice at the frustration. “Nobody! I wanted him dead, yes, but not like that. Not like that.” Your hands go to your thighs, squeezing it a little and shooting pain through your skin. You take a deep breath, taking it in. The long, bloody scratch marks are here, and you can’t wait until you’re alone to draw some more. It makes you smile a bit, knowing you have this to relieve you. A little bit of pain for all the unbearable pain you cause.
“What the hell are ya doin’?”
“Nothing.” You mutter, running your hands through your hair. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, so it’s good you’re here.”
“Was it true?” He suddenly asks.
“What?”
“That ya didn’t have breakfast.”
“Oh… Yeah.” Confused, you furrow your eyebrows. You didn’t know Daryl got that part. “I didn’t sleep well so I woke up late for the thing and just… Just didn’t eat.” Without saying anything, Daryl nods and gets up, leaving the bedroom. “Hey, where are you going?” Stumbling off the bed, you follow the man… Who’s not going out, just to the kitchen. “What are you doing?”
“Makin’ ya somethin’ ta’ eat.”
Furrowing your eyebrows again, you lean against the door frame. “Just make enough for both of us.” Daryl is a mystery, one you’ve been trying to discover. Biting your lip, you walk to the kitchen, sitting on the table and watching Daryl move around. He gives you a few glances whenever he takes something as if waiting for you to tell him not to.
“So… Do you usually cook for people you hate or am I just lucky?” Breaking the ice, you take in the amazing scent of bacon.
“I don’t hate ya.”
“Mmm… My father killed Abraham. And Glenn, whose wife is pregnant…” Drawing figures on the wooden table, you sigh. “He psychologically abused your group. How can you not hate his daughter?”
“‘Cause yer not Negan.” As he speaks, Daryl puts a plate in front of you. Scrambled eggs with basil and bacon, and it was only now you noticed how your stomach hurts.
“…Can I tell you something?” Whispering, you have your eyes on Daryl as he serves himself and sits across from you.
“Yeah. But eat.” Jerking his chin at you, he only starts eating when you do.
You eat in silence for a while until your stomach stops complaining. “I… I wanted to run away a while ago.” You finally say, keeping a low voice. “Couldn’t take it anymore so I just… Just wanted to go. Find a place, be by myself but… I’m not a survivor, you know? I can fight, I can hunt and everything but… The truth is that there are a lot of evil people out there. And eventually, I would have ended up with them. And I don’t want to get hurt or… raped… I’m safe from those things here.”
“I don’t blame ya for that. I’ve been around for quite a long time and I’ve seen a lot of evil men.” Daryl’s eyes burn on you, and there’s something in them, anger, sudden and unexpected. “And a pretty girl like you would drive them mad.”
Blushing and looking down, you giggle. “Save that up for when we’re around people. It’s of no use here.”
“I ain’t lyin’.”
“Yeah, I–” You’re cut off when you hear the door being open, and when you hear Negan’s laugh, you roll your eyes.
“(Y/N), come–” He stops the moment he gets in the kitchen, and despite having your back at him, you know he’s staring at Daryl. “Can we have lunch? Like a normal family?” He says in an annoyed voice.
“Only if Daryl can come.”
“Nope. Just you and me. Family only, c'mon.” He stands next to you, and you look up at him. “We need some father and daughter moments… And we need to talk about this whole thing going on here.” He gestures at you and then at Daryl.
“Fine, Dad…” Sighing, you give Daryl an apologetic look. “I’ll just finish here then I’ll go. Can we cook some of mom’s recipe?”
“Great!” He exclaims. “Now get over with whatever this shit is.” And he leaves, but not before giving Daryl an angry stare.
Taking a deep breath, you continue eating.
“If ya need me, ya know where ta’ find me,” Daryl says and you nod, raising your head to look at him.
Some time after you’re both done eating, he helps you with the dishes. You’d like to lie down for a while, but since Negan wants an update on your love life, you go straight to him.
You make one of your favorite recipes, and you chat as it cooks. You reassure Negan over and over again that you and Daryl are becoming a thing. That the interest is mutual.
Once you both eat, you decide to stay a little longer. You were feeling dizzy, so you crashed on the couch for some hours, and that’s when the childhood memories started being brought up. You miss those times. You miss your mother, Lucille, and you miss the man your father was. The man who didn’t enjoy killing or hurting people.
You were lost in that sweet time when some of the Saviors got here. Being Negan’s favorites, they were invited to stay and have drinks. You immediately felt uncomfortable, but for the sake of appearances, you stayed, chatted, and laughed.
Until they started talking about the people they killed.
Until they started talking about Daryl’s family.
With an excuse, you left, but on the way to your apartment, their voices echo through your head.
“That one was tough.” Simon said, in between laughs. “Skull cracked open and still standing.”
“There was some of his brain on my boots.” Mark mocked.
“And the Chinese guy?” Simon basically yelled, laughing too hard.
“God, that one was fun. Eye popped out and still talking.” Your father added, and all the others joined the laughter.
“And his super hot pregnant widow? I’d totally bang her.” It was the last thing you heard before going out.
You’re a crying mess when you get to your apartment, closing the door behind your back and safely locking it.
All the pain Negan caused is too great. A child will grow without their father. A wife was left alone. Friends lost a dear one.
Before you can even notice, you’re already in the bathroom, pants taken off, and fingernails scratching the outside of both your thighs. The pain makes you cry even more, but that’s nothing compared to all the pain the Saviors cause.
That you cause, because you’re one of them.
Sobbing, you only stop when your fingertips are covered in blood, and it drips down your legs.
You move straight into the shower because you need to make sure the wounds are clean. After a while, you hear a knock on the door, which makes you close the water. Rolling your eyes, you quickly dry yourself and put on your panties, and the light pink robe before heading to the door to dismiss whoever came. Walking makes you feel dizzy, and your head is full of images of death.
This is what you are. Death.
“What the hell do you want?” You say as you open the door, half hiding behind it. But when you see Daryl, you freeze, your heartbeat increasing. Or maybe stopping.
“Came ta’ check on…” His voice fades when his eyes fall on your hand, resting on the door near your head. Confused, you follow his gaze, and it takes no time for you to notice what he just saw.
You didn’t have time to clean the blood under your nails.
“What’s that?” He asks, and you immediately push the door close. But Daryl is faster, pushing it open and stepping inside, grabbing your hand and taking a better look at what you can’t hide anymore. “What is this?”
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@riverscyberwife@spenciepoo338@beatitlikeabongodrum@amberritonicole@totheonethatloveshernext@the-artistic-animal@shatteredlovesick
When I Found You (Pt. 05 of 19)
Pairing:Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.6 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N: I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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Priorities
Daryl couldn’t do much but follow the commotion. Jim carries a passed out (Y/N) in his arms, but when he was about to follow him into her apartment, a sea of men, led by Negan himself pushed him away. Among the yells, someone told him to leave, and so he did.
On the way to his apartment, there was this thing that wouldn’t stop bugging him.
Daryl tried hard to understand what it was, and when it finally clicked, he fought hard to ignore it.
He couldn’t be actually worried about her. (Y/N) is just a tool, a method for him to keep those he cares about safe. But for some reason, which he doesn’t understand, there’s this feeling inside him. Pacing around the living room, he tries to think and not to think at the same time.
That asshole threw her off the railing, and she hit the ground hard, on her back. It wasn’t too high, but she passed out immediately. The image of her tiny body collapsing keeps playing over and over in his head. It doesn’t take long until he realizes he wants that man dead. Part of him wants to go out there and do it himself. But there’s a process here, that he’s sure about, and that asshole will pay a high price for his audacity.
Nobody touches the princess.
But Daryl is failing to see her as the stupid title people forced on her. All he sees is a girl, strong, but somehow fragile. There’s strength in her, bright and solid, but also something he still can’t understand. (Y/N) breaks sometimes. She fakes it, she turns away, but it’s there. The reason is still a mystery to him, but with time, he’ll learn it.
The afternoon passes slowly, and by the clock in the living room, he can see as the night approaches. And yet, not a word from anyone.
Daryl knows what his priority is. If (Y/N) dies, nothing will stop Negan from doing whatever he pleases with his group. And he sure is worried about that. But there’s a tiny part, deep inside, that is truly worried about her. There was blood, he saw it, but he couldn’t place where it was coming from.
“Damn it.” He grunts, pushing himself up from the couch. He’s sick and tired of thinking about her. If she lives, that’s good. But if she dies, he’ll find a way out of here. And that’s it.
Daryl is about to make himself something to eat when a knock on the door gets him on full alert. Taking a knife, he slowly makes his way to the door. Whoever it is, they could be bringing the news Daryl doesn’t even want to think about. Can someone die falling from that height? He really hopes not.
“Open up, Dixon. I don’t have all night.” It’s Jim, and the knocking gets louder. Sighing, Daryl rushes this time, pulling the door open with the knife ready. Jim quickly finds the weapon, but he just rolls his eyes. “Finally.” Way too abruptly for his taste, the man enters the apartment, pushing the door close. “Listen, (Y/N) is awake and for some reason, she wants you there. I don’t know if this is part of the pretending or not but…” His voice fades, and he steps back. To Daryl is crystal clear that Jim has feelings for (Y/N). He just doesn’t know why he hasn’t told her yet. “Look, she’s bad. I mean, she’ll survive, of course, but she has a concussion and some piece of metal cut her back. The thing is she’s calling for you. Negan yelled, she yelled back but the Princess wants what she wants and right now, she wants you.”
“Alright.” It’s the only thing he says to Jim’s long speech. But the last part, the last three words, echoes through his head.
Daryl Dixon never thought he’d ever heard anything like that. That a woman would want him. He had some back in the day, but it never meant anything. And in a situation like this, hurt and with a concussion, why in the hell would (Y/N) want to keep up with the act. That shouldn’t be her priority. Pushing these thoughts away, Daryl follows Jim, trying hard o ignore his heartbeats, increasing with every step that takes him closer to her.
You’re laying on your stomach, still feeling your left arm and back numb from the anaesthesia. Seven stitches and a hell of a headache. All thanks to the asshole.
“I’m getting creative over here,” Negan says from his place in the armchair, near your dresser. He’s been going on with what he’ll do to Rob, but honestly, you don’t care. He will be dead, it doesn’t matter how. “What do you think about–” He’s interrupted by voices, and you soon recognize Jim. And that means Daryl is here. “Sweetheart does he really–”
“Daryl!” You call, not bothering with your father’s complaint. “Dad, if you plan on being a jerk, please leave.”
“As if I’d leave you when you’re like that.”
“It’s just a cut and a little concussion.” You’re still speaking when Jim comes in. Daryl stays in the door frame, eyes flying from you and to Negan. “And I’ll need to eat so get your ass off here and cook me dinner.”
“I hate when you’re right.” He gets up, all angry eyes at Daryl. “Are you going to stay here alone with… Him?”
“Yes.” You’re quick to answer, rolling your eyes. “Jim, leave too please.”
Resting your head on your forearm, you listen as the men move around. “And dad, make sure to cook enough for Daryl too. We’ll eat together.”
“Holy shit.” He mumbles on his way out. “Get someone to make me dinner because I rather die than cook for that piece of shit.”
You patiently wait until the front door closes before turning your head to the side. Daryl is still standing by the door. “Sorry, you had to listen to that bullshit.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He grunts, shrugging his shoulders. “Why did ya call me here? There’s no point if Negan isn’t around.”
“I know, I just…” You weren’t thinking about the act. You weren’t thinking about anything else other than a crazy, unexplainable need to see him. It came suddenly, and in your pain and desperation, you called for him. “Nevermind. This isn’t for the fake relationship thing so you can go if you want.” Turning your head to the other side, you stare at the wall.
There’s silence until you hear him moving. But instead of away, he moves further inside the bedroom, until you hear him sitting down. “They’ll kill him, right?”
Sighing, you nod before turning to look at him again. “No doubt.”
“Ya don’t seem happy about it.”
“I’m not. He did hurt me but I don’t find joy in killing him. Guess I just don’t have it in me.” A humorless laugh escapes your lips, and you run a hand through your hair. “As if you’d believe it. As if you’d believe me, the daughter of a monster.” There’s beauty in saying these things. In saying the truth. It doesn’t matter how ugly it is.
“Yer not him.”
“Save that up for when we’re around people. You can say what you really mean when we’re alone.” Trying to move a little, you turn on your side, careful not to let the blankets move too far away since you had to take your top off. “If you want to curse me, do it. You’re the only one here who’s one hundred percent real.”
“What about Jim?”
Daryl got you there. “Jim is different, but still… I don’t know. I’m kinda messed up from the concussion I think.” That’s a stupid excuse, but what else could you say? You don’t even know why you want Daryl here instead of Jim, your long-term friend. “You can go if you want.”
There’s no answer for a while, but he doesn’t move. “Was it bad?” He asks, jerking his chin forward at you.
“Well, the doc was stitching me up when I woke up. My head was spinning around and there were like over ten people here and my father freaking out…” You start, taking a deep breath. “They said I blacked out, and there was some metal thing on the ground. I don’t remember anything. The last thing I remember is you and I talking.”
“That’s the concussion. That guy, Rob, threw you off.”
“Yeah, Jim told me.”
“Don’t feel too bad about him dying. I know men like Rob. They’re murderers, rapists. They’re better off dead.” He mutters, and you look at your hands, nodding.
“Do you think I’m a hypocrite?” You suddenly ask, furrowing your eyebrows. “It does look like I’m playing on both sides but–”
“Yer confused. It’s the–”
“No, I’m not.” Holding the blankets, you sit up, grunting a little. “It’s just that… I get the feeling that you hate me. A-and that’s alright if you do because I’m Negan’s daughter but…” Daryl is right, you are confused. It feels a little foggy in your head. “I don’t want you to hate me I guess.” Sighing, you lie on your back, letting yourself fall on the bed. You immediately regret it. “Oh.”
“Ya gotta be careful.” Daryl is suddenly by your side, hesitating a little before touching your arm. “I’ll help ya turn around.”
“Alright.” You move slowly, biting your lip when the pain starts creeping over. The anaesthesia effect must be wearing off.
“There ya go.” He says when you’re on your stomach again.
“Thank you.”
“The bruise on your shoulder.” He bursts out, standing by the bed. “It wasn’t Rob, was it?”
“No.” Giving your shoulder a quick look, you raise your eyes at Daryl. You still have it vivid in your mind how his fingers dig in your skin, but the purple marks look a lot better now. “It was you, but don’t worry. I’ve done the same if I were you.” Some hair falls on your face, and you push it away. “I was careful to keep it covered, but now that people saw it, they think it was Rob so…”
“Sorry.” He mumbles, looking down. “Didn’t mean ta’ hurt ya this much.”
“It’s alright.” There’s an expression on Daryl’s face you just can’t understand. “A penny for your thoughts?” Daryl just sighs, looking down at his hands. Huge hands, you suddenly realize. Shaking these thoughts away, you giggle to yourself. “Sorry. You’re oddly quiet and I’m… I’m a bit dizzy and I’m a talker, I think. They gave me something or it’s just the concussion, I’m not sure.”
“Talk if ya want.”
“Not if you don’t want to hear it.”
“I’ll hear if ya talk.”
Taking a deep breath, you smile. Maybe it’s your cracked head doing the trick, but you’re really happy Daryl is here. That he doesn’t have those high, thick walls keeping you away. You want to get closer to Daryl because it’d be a lot better when you’re forced to get more… Intimate with him.
But also, because you’re mesmerized by him. And this feeling has only been growing.
“Did you know that tulips used to be worth more than gold back in the 17th century? They were considered a symbol of wealth in Europe.” You start, once again lying on your side, just so you have a better sight of Daryl.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” The whole room spins around again, and you close your eyes tight. Grabbing the pillow, you take deep breaths. “Is this normal?”
“Yeah.” Daryl grunts and you suddenly feel the mattress moving and you open your eyes. Your heart skips a beat when you see Daryl seated on the edge, eyes, half-hidden by his hair, looking down at you. There’s something in his expression you can’t quite understand. Your first thought is to put some distance between the two of you, but for some reason, you don’t move. If Daryl feels ok being this close to the daughter of a monster, you’re not the one who’ll push him away.
Not when you feel sick, dizzy, and with your head hurting like being hit by a hammer.
You always felt fragile when sick or hurt, but ever since the world broke, you’ve always kept the act, it doesn’t matter how bad you feel. But now, alone in your bedroom with a stranger, you feel yourself sinking. Letting go. And it feels good.
“C-can I hold your hand?” It comes out suddenly, and you curse yourself for asking something so stupid of him. “I-it just would feel nice to have something solid to hold on to. But nevermind, I–” You lose your train of thought when you feel his hand on yours. His touch is hesitant and soft at first, and you were right. His hand is much bigger than yours. But you think you like it.
“What were ya sayin’? About the tulips?” He asks in a low voice.
It takes you by surprise that he’s actually interested. Even if it’s just to make you feel better. It’s very kind of him. “They come in every color, except blue. They look almost blue, but not really. There’s this one that people call ‘Queen of the Night’ because it’s so purple it’s almost black.” Slowly you relax more and more, eyes threatening to close. “Since they’re colorful, people naturally gave them some meanings, so to confess true love, people used to give their significant other a red tulip.”
“Have you ever given anyone a red tulip?”
Chuckling, you shake your head no. “I never loved someone enough, Daryl Dixon. And I don’t have any red tulips so… It’d have to be a metaphor.”
“Huh.”
“Thank you, Daryl.” You decide to say, opening your eyes to look at him again.
“Jus’ holdin’ yer hand. Not a big deal.”
“It is to me. I’m the daughter of the man who killed two people in your family. The same who psychologically tortured them, the same who wants to kill all of them.” Your voice is weak, barely a whisper. The very thought of it makes you feel even sicker. “I’m so sorry, Daryl. I swear I’m trying to do something good. You don’t believe me, but I am.” It turned into a plead because you suddenly need him to believe in you. As if it’s a matter of life and death. Squeezing his hand, you try to hold back the tears, but some roll down anyway. “Please, I–”
“I believe ya.” He bursts out, nodding. “I believe ya, now get some rest and don’t think about yer father’s shit.”
“Alright.” Nodding, you take a deep breath, holding tight on Daryl’s hand.
Slowly, you feel sleep overcoming you. And for the first time in so long, you feel safe. And less lonely.
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@riverscyberwife@spenciepoo338@beatitlikeabongodrum@amberritonicole@totheonethatloveshernext@the-artistic-animal
When I Found You (Pt. 04 of 19)
Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.7 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings: Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N:I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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Tulips
“We need to take it slow.” It’s the first thing you say when you get into his apartment, putting the necklace you made with his key around your neck. “We have two months. That’s how long Negan is willing to wait, and that’s the same amount of time he first gave Rick so… We’ll have time.”
“What’s yer plan?”
“My father is out since yesterday, at Hilltop. God help them.” Stopping by the coffee table, you look down at the man, seated on the couch. “So we can take this chance to go out there, walk around the compound and let people see us together.”
“If Negan isn’t here what’s the point?”
“That’s the point. People will tell him about his daughter hanging around with the prisoner. And it’ll prove we’re not doing it just to play a trick on him.” Taking a deep breath, you look down, crossing your arms. “And I’m taking a risk here. Because if you try to run… Negan will not only hunt you down, but he’ll also hit Alexandria and God only knows what he’ll do.”
“I ain’t gonna run.”
“Alright…” Nervously running a hand through your hair, you gesture at the door. “Let’s get going then. I’ll give you a tour through the compound.”
Daryl only grunts in response, and your hands are shaking a little when you unlock the door, sliding the self-made necklace around your neck once you’re out. “So let’s just… Walk side by side. Remember they have to notice you being… Somehow interested in me, so don’t act so distant.” Keeping your voice low, you start walking slowly.
“What ya want me to do?”
“Stay close. And make sure to touch me a little when people are around. Like on the arm, or the back. I’ll do the same.” Once you turn the corner, you bring your index finger to your mouth, signalling that the acting needs to start, and this talking has to be over.
It doesn’t take much until you’re walking past some people. They all kneel, waiting until you walk by. And of course, most of them stare with wide eyes at your company.
“One of these assholes will try ta’ shoot me,” Daryl complains when you reach the open area on the back, where some seeds are being planted.
“They won’t. Trust me.” A bigger group gets in your way, and they immediately get down.
“Princess.” Some of them mutter, but you ignore it.
“Princess?” Daryl asks when you’re far enough. There’s a hint of a laugh in his voice.
“Ever since Negan found out Ezekiel calls himself king, he took the title. So, I became the princess.” Shrugging your shoulders, you keep walking until you reach the garden on the back, where the workers plant some things. “Come see my tulips.” You exclaim, loud enough for the others to hear. Giving Daryl a look, you grab his forearm softly, making sure to smile.
You guide Daryl to a huge greenhouse on the Westside, pushing the door open. There are always people here, taking care of the flowers. The tulips are your favorites, and you come to take care of them whenever you can. “Someone found the seeds and gave them to me.” There are eyes on you already, and, after greeting some of the workers, you finally reach the tulips. “They remind me that this world still has beauty… And hope.” You decide to say it because despite this whole thing being nothing more than some acting, you don’t see a problem with sharing some stuff. And Daryl is from the outside, someone who doesn’t love these rules. He’s… Someone else entirely. And he’s a lot braver than anyone here, anyone who kneeled. Because he didn’t, and you know he won’t.
“Huh. Ya got all that from flowers?” He asks, voice a little harsh.
“I know it’s silly, but… Yeah. At least we can agree they’re pretty, c'mon.” Some people pass by, only stopping to quickly kneel before going on with their routine.
“Jus’ like ya.” He says, loud enough to be heard.
Biting back a smile, you give him a little nod before turning your attention back at the flowers. That was a good move, and you even noticed some heads turning. “You’re not very good at this, are you?”
“At what?”
“Relationships.”
“Not really.” He gets restless suddenly, and when you turn around to look at him, he’s scanning the place.
“You’re a weirdo, Daryl Dixon.” You tell him, smiling because it’s true. When he looks at you again, he has an irritated look on his face. You know why. He doesn’t know if this is part of the act or not. “I like it.” And this time, it’s not. “Come, there’s a lot more to see.” Tilting your head, you start walking, leaving the greenhouse, and crossing the garden.
“Hey,” Daryl calls, and when you turn around, he has an arm reaching out, and in his hand, a small white flower. “They were cutting it off, said it was sick. Ain’t no tulip, but…”
Daryl is a player. That much is clear by now. You won’t have to carry this whole thing on your back alone. He’ll make sure it’s believable, so his group will be safe.
So the smile that comes to your lips feels different. As you take the flower, you feel your cheeks heating up, and you look down, bringing the flower to your nose and breathing in the soft scent. “Thank you.” You mutter, clearing your throat. It clicks suddenly that Daryl might have someone out there, and that’s something you have to know.
Not because it would change your plans, since this is just a big fat lie to trick your father, but because you just feel like you need to know. “Let’s go.”
You take Daryl to the front of the compound, and then to the very East, which is empty at the moment. The walkers attached to the metal fence make you roll your eyes. You’ve killed some of them, and some days you’re just so furious you go around putting a knife through their skulls. But there are always more on the next day to replace those you put down.
“Ain’t nobody here.”
“I know. I just need a break.” Speaking low, you sit on the bottom of the stairs after going all the way up to check if there isn’t anybody there. “My father went to Hilltop.”
“What for?”
“Some shit Gregory did.” Playing with the tips of your hair, you sigh. “He wanted to break the gates open and push a car inside, playing a loud music to draw the walkers in.” It’s funny how you’re already using Daryl’s word for the dead, but you hope he won’t notice. “But I managed to stop him. I had to say Hilltop gives us food and risking that would be stupid.”
“Do ya think Negan is better than some walkers?”
A humorless laugh escapes your lips. “No. Walkers are nothing compared to Negan.” There’s the old, familiar lump in your throat. It doesn’t matter what you do, people still get hurt. But you can’t cry, not here. So you bite your lip, hands coming to lay on the outside of your thighs, giving it a little squeeze. The pain is quick to flow through your system, reminding you of yesterday’s night events. “I need to ask you something.” Trying to push it all back, you change the subject. “Do you have anyone out there? Girlfriend or wife?”
“Nah, I don’t. Why?”
“Just needed to know.” Pushing yourself up to your feet, you hold on to the railing. “Anyone before?”
Daryl shakes his head no, looking at his feet. “Not really the type of guy women want to be associated with.”
Squinting your eyes a little, you chuckle. You don’t get what he means. “Their loss then. You seem like a nice man so far.” Smiling a little, you gesture for him to follow you again. “Let’s go. We still need to walk around a lot.”
You both fall into a comfortable silence. Daryl still gets some looks and gives you some looks whenever people kneel and call you princess. It makes you smile a little, and you bring your tiny white flower to the nose every now and then, admiring its small petals. Maybe someday someone will give you a flower and actually mean it.
It’ll be real.
“What the hell.” A voice says, and you’ve pulled out of your daydream.
“Hi, Dwight.” You mutter, and it takes a few seconds until he kneels, eyes on the floor. “Why didn’t you go with Negan?”
“He wanted me to stay.” He stands up, angry eyes set on Daryl. “What are you doing with him?”
“Mmm… I’ll tell you as soon as you tell me since when this is your business?” Shrugging your shoulders, you cross your arms. “I’m the one who’ll be looking after Daryl, so you don’t have to worry.”
“He’s a prisoner and he’s dangerous. You don’t know how much, he could easily–”
“I will take my chances, Dwight. And I have a father to look after, thank you very much.” And you start walking away again. But Daryl doesn’t move, so you stop.
“That’s mine,” Daryl says, stepping forward and gesturing at Dwight.
“What is yours?”
“The vest. It’s mine. It has wings on the back.” He looks at you, with a stare you can’t understand. Is he asking you to take it back?
“Take it off.” You command, eyes slowly moving to Dwight. “Don’t make me wait.” Without saying anything, he takes it off quickly, throwing it at Daryl. But you won’t have it. Nobody here can disrespect Daryl. If he’s with you, it means he has to be treated the same way you are, and it’s up to you to make that clear.
Taking the vest from Daryl, you throw it back to Dwight. “Give it to him respectfully.”
The blond scoffs, giving a quick look around, checking if there’s anyone else watching this. After sighing, he hands it back to Daryl, who yanks it out of his hand.
“Good.” Without any other ceremony, you start walking, leaving Dwight behind. You’re immersed in silence until you turn the corner. “Let me wash it for you. I bet it stinks like that asshole.”
When you reach out your hand, Daryl hesitates a bit before passing it to you.
“Thanks.” He mutters, almost a whisper.
“You don’t have to thank me.” Looking down, you shrug your shoulders. “I’m just trying to help. And don’t worry, I noticed this is important to you and I’ll take care of it myself.”
“Alright.” He messily nods, his hair covering both his eyes. It clicks again how handsome Daryl is.
You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone as handsome.
“Alright.” You repeat, lowering your voice and moving closer. “I have to do some stuff so… We should meet every day. I’ll go to your apartment, spend some time there before walking around the complex.”
“Alright.”
Nodding, you give him the key, and turn away to go back with him and then back to your apartment.
The next days go by pretty much the same.
Negan is back three days later, which means you started bumping into him on your routine walks. Once or twice you managed to grab Daryl’s hand before Negan got into your sight, only to blush and let it go as if a teenager being busted.
But everything is planned. Negan isn’t stupid, and it takes a brain to trick him. So you know things have to progress with Daryl, or else he’ll call your bluff. And that means you need to sit and discuss the next moves with Daryl. You’ll do it today, and you’re still thinking what exactly you must say. The good part is that Daryl is committed, and he trusts you a bit more since the constant assault on his group has stopped.
“Jim’s birthday is coming and I’m thinking about what I should get.” Walking side by side with Daryl, you keep the small talk, keeping the voice loud enough so anyone who walks by listens. “I’ve been through what we have here and I want something different so I was thinking about scavenging.”
“Ya wanna go out there?”
“Mhmm.” You nod, giving him a look. “I do that sometimes. Mostly with some people or at least with Jim, but only because Negan is a pussy when it comes to me being in any kind of danger ever.” You’re still speaking when some voices come from down the hall, near the open space they use for the meals. “Audience.” You mutter, walking over there.
“I’m telling you, those were the best chicken wings ever. The only thing I miss from the old world.” An unfamiliar male voice says, a little too loud for your taste, and some laughs follow.
“You say that because you didn’t have a family.” Jim, as soft as always, says.
“Jimothy, my pal, drop it. You can have any chick you want. This world is ours too–” The man stops talking when you reach the metal staircase, slowly getting down the steps until you stop on the same level as Jim. He hates being called that name, and you don’t understand why this guy is calling him that.
“Hello.” You say, giving Jim a look. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
“I’m Rob.” He says, lips breaking into a smile as he reaches out his hand.
You’re polite, as polite as you can be, but you know what’s behind this smile. You’ve met a lot of men like him, you can recognize one. “We don’t shake hands, Rob. You kneel down to me.”
Rob laughs, too loud, exchanging a glance with a very serious Jim. “You’re that bitch. The daughter, aren’t you?”
Jim immediately gets tense at the name Rob calls you. There’s a punishment for those who call you by any other thing than your name or the stupid titles. They get hurt. Badly. “Apologize.” He says, and you simply nod.
“I rather die than apologise to a woman.” He keeps his head up, tall and proud.
Gesturing at Jim to stand down, you step closer to Rob, raising your head to look at him. “So you think you’re the superior being? Between you and me?” You ask, voice as sweet as honey.
“Well, when you put it like that, baby, I can’t agree more.” He replies, raising an eyebrow.
“There are only two kinds of people here. Those to hold the iron and those who sit down while it melts their faces.” You continue, giving him the best Negan smile you can.
Rob smiles too, and it doesn’t seem like he believes it. “Alright, princess slut. Let me just–” You’re suddenly picked up, your feet leaving the ground as you feel yourself being lifted. There’s a yell and some pulling, and your brain has little time to process what’s happening before you feel your body falling.
And then, you hit something hard, all air leaves your lungs. That’s when you shut down, the voices, the shouts, and everything else is overcome by pure darkness.
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@riverscyberwife@spenciepoo338@beatitlikeabongodrum@amberritonicole
When I Found You (Pt. 03 of 19)
Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.2 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N:I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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A Good Plan
“I need to speak with you.” Bursting into Negan’s apartment, you raise your voice, following the humming noise and finding him in the kitchen, eating a fresh potato salad.
“Good morning to you too.” He sing-songs, a smile on his lips. “Sit down and eat, for goodness sake.”
“Urgent matter, Dad.” Rolling your eyes, you take a plate and serve yourself some of the salad. It’s better if you look as casual as you can, despite the anxiety that didn’t leave you alone all night. Make it believable, you tell yourself.
“I have something to ask too.” Cleaning his mouth with a napkin, Negan stares at you as you sit down across from him. “My men told me you took Daryl Dixon out of his cell.”
Of course, he knows. Negan knows everything. “Yes, I did.”
“And why in the hell would you do that?”
“Because I find Daryl very attractive.” It’s not even a lie, but you have to start somewhere. You can’t pull off a relationship out of the blue. Things need to escalate there.
Negan looks at you dead in the eye for a few seconds before bursting into a laugh. You patiently wait until he’s done, arms crossed and food forgotten. Then, he stares at you, waiting for you to call it off. “Holy shit! You gotta be kidding me.”
“Well, I’m not.”
“(Y/N), I have bad blood with him and his whole group.” He says, leaning forward, elbows on the table. “I’m going to kill every single one of them.”
“I like Daryl, alright? So you won’t do anything until I see how this will turn out.” Trying not to let him notice how nervous you are, you start eating. “I like him, I really do.”
“You can have anyone you want, and you want the only man who will mess with my plans?” Negan stands up, taking his empty plate and leaving it in the sink. “Why don’t you have Jim instead?” He raises his voice as if he just had the greatest idea ever. “He’s handsome. He seems to like you a lot. Go on, get it on with Jimmy!” Throwing his fist in the air, he leans against the countertop.
“Father, I don’t want Jim.” Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. “I met Daryl by accident and… I don’t know when I looked into his eyes something happened…” Your voice fades for a different reason this time. It clicks suddenly that you’re not even trying to lie. You weren’t plotting, you just said how you felt.
“Daryl is too old for you.”
“You have wives my age.” You’re quick to answer, drumming your fingers on the table. “Actually, you have wives who are younger than me so you don’t get a say in the age thing.”
“They’re all of age, I’m not a monster.” No, of course not. He just kills and tortures people. “And everything is consensual, so–”
“Dad, I don’t ask much, do I?” Pushing the plate away, you stand up, arms crossed. “You told me the world is ours. That I can have anything I want.”
“And I meant it.”
“Then let me have it.” Put your heart in the matter. “You know I’m the romantic type, so what if this is meant to be? What if this… First sight… The feeling is right? What if this is what I’ve been looking for? You can’t take that away from me just because you hate some people.” You feel vulnerable saying these things because as the words leave your mouth, you realize they’re all true. Even though you never gave much thought to such things, it doesn’t change the facts.
“But Jim–”
“Dad, I want Daryl!” Raising your voice a little, you pace around.
“Do you really think there’s any chance Daryl will want to have anything to do with you?”
“Well, he said I was pretty.” Finally, you get to follow the plan you and Jim made. What to say, how to answer the questions you knew Negan would ask. It’s easier to follow the instructions than to explore the dark places of your heart.
“He did?”
“He did.”
“Holy hell.” Giggling, Negan turns around and starts doing the dishes himself. “Daryl is more animal than man, (Y/N). I wouldn’t fall for him if I were you.”
The insult almost makes you snap at him, but you bite your tongue. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Just give me some time to see what happens with me and Daryl.”
Negan sighs, and you can tell he’s a little angry. “Fine. But the moment it ends you tell me.”
Controlling yourself not to give a little jump, you move to hug his back. “Thanks, dad.”
“I can’t believe you’re just hugging me because of Daryl.” He complains, giving your arm a little pat. “Oh, I’ll be going to the Hilltop in an hour. Keep an eye here for me.”
“I will.” Moving to his side, you tiptoe to kiss his cheek before leaving the apartment.
Jim is outside, and the first thing you do when you see him, you jump into his arms. “It worked!”
He’s quick to hug you back lifting you up a little. “I told you it would.”
“Now…” Jim puts you back down, and you straighten your clothes. “I’ll give Daryl the good news.” Smiling, you gesture at the hall. “Come with me?”
“Sorry, I have to get Negan’s truck ready. But as soon as he leaves I’ll meet you up there.”
“God help Hilltop. I hope nobody gets hurt.” Sighing, the happiness you felt just some seconds ago fades, as you imagine the terror that will overcome that community.
“Hey.” Jim touches your shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. “You can’t save everyone, (Y/N).” Silently, you nod. “Now, go. Because you’re on the right path to take this group off Negan’s hands.”
Daryl didn’t do much since he woke up at four in the morning. He showered again, making sure to spend as much hot water as he could, checked his wounds, and ate a bowl of cereal.
Despite this being a normal apartment and not the dark cell, he can’t help but feel caged. And alone. Daryl felt alone for the most part of his life, but it changed with time. He found a family in Rick’s group.
Now, here he is, separated from them, held captive. The only good thing, at least he hopes it’s good, is this insane plan Negan’s daughter came up with. He still thinks it’s some kind of trap, a sick game they’re playing, but given his position, the only thing he could do is try.
And if it backfires, he’ll just kill her.
Seated on the couch, Daryl thinks about this possibility.
(Y/N) is little. He can overcome her easily, take her gun and run. Shoot his way out. Or even better, he can drag her with him with the gun pointed at her head, until he’s out of this place.
This was a good plan. This will work. Daryl would only have to count on himself to make it work, and it would.
It took only a couple of minutes until he makes up his mind. The safety of Alexandria can’t be in the hands of someone who has Negan’s blood. There’s too much at stake to trust it on some stranger.
Mind already settled on the plan, he waits, muscles tensing up when he hears footsteps coming closer and closer until they stop at his door.
Daryl is ready, and he stands up to his feet, fists clenched as a wave of anger takes over him.
But the moment he sees her, the same feeling comes flooding back. The angel-like girl walks into the living room. Clean face delicately framed by her hair, dark clothes that he swears smell like flowers. Like rose maybe, he can smell it even with the distance.
Her eyes are quick to find him, but despite his tall figure, so much bigger than her in this predator-like instinct, ready to take her down, she doesn’t seem like she’ll run away. I’m fact, (Y/N) looks happy.
“It worked.” She says, her voice a little too low. “It worked.” Repeating soon after, louder this time, she walks over the armchair, letting herself fall on it, elbows on her knees. “I told Negan I find you attractive and that you said you find me pretty. So he gave us the chance to see what happens.”
“So, what now?” He grunts, a bit too rudely, walking back to the couch and taking a seat.
And just like that, at the sight of her, Daryl changed his mind.
“Now it’s up to us. You and I, because I’ll need you to be convincing, Daryl.”
“I will.” He nods, eyes on her. “Won’t let ya dad hurt anyone else.”
(Y/N) tales a deep breath, running a hand through her hair. “I’m so sorry for–”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” Daryl speaks up, pointing a finger at her face in a quick, harsh gesture. “It doesn’t bring them back.”
“I know, I… I heard of it. The two men my father killed–”
“Abraham and Gleen.” He raises his voice again, back to his feet, pacing around that stupid living room. “The names are Abraham and Gleen. Gleen’s wife is pregnant.”
Daryl is expecting her to lash out at him, tell him to shut the hell up, end the deal. Punch him, try to hurt him, anything that gives him a reason to carry out his plan. Because he sees her as nothing else than Negan’s daughter. So, she must be as cruel as he is, maybe even worse.
But instead of anger, hate, or anything of that nature, Daryl sees sadness. Her lower lip shakes a little, so she bites it, a hand moving to wipe something off her eye as she looks away, letting her hair fall and hide her face.
“If I was there, I could’ve tried. I don’t always succeed, but I try.”
“Ya gotta try harder.” He’s still speaking when he notices. (Y/N) has both her hands on the outside of her thighs, fingers brushing on the fabric of her pants, from her knees up, as if she’s shy. But the movement is slow.
“I will.” She bursts out, jumping to her feet. “I gotta go now. See you tomorrow so we can talk about our next move.”
As fast as a lightning bolt, she leaves, banging the door shut before locking it.
Daryl can’t help but wonder if he caused the outburst. He only spoke the truth, a truth she knows very well, even better than him. And being who she is, here, the girl must be a lot stronger than that.
Shaking his head to push these thoughts away, Daryl lies down on the couch, eyes on the ceiling. He’s been thinking about her way too much. It’s time to stop. So from now on, Daryl decides, he will only think of her when she’s around. Once she leaves, she’s gone.
Once you’re safe inside your apartment, the tears roll down. They’re a living thing, bitter and hot, soaking your cheeks.
You can’t deal with this. You can’t deal with what your father does. He was kind, gentle. A normal person before. Now, he’s a murderer. A tyrant. A monster.
And so are you.
You’re his daughter, after all, his only child. And he built this world for you as well. So you won’t ever be hurt or starve. ‘The world is yours now’, he once said. But you don’t want it.
Things won’t ever be like they were before, but there’s gotta be a way to live without killing. Without being a barbarian.
Moving from your place leaning on the door, you rush to the bedroom, taking off your pants. The wounds are still quite fresh. They don’t really have time to heal.
You’re not the one to deal with pain very well. But this… You deserve this. For everyone who died at the hands of your people. And for those left behind, in agony, forever separated from a loved one.
You don’t need blades. You can use your nails, always kept just long enough to allow you this relief, and not to get in the way of anything you do around here.
Closing your eyes shut, you place both your hands on your thighs, near the knees, on the outside. Taking a deep breath, you sink the nails into the soft flesh, and you begin.
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When I Found You (Pt. 02 of 19)
Pairing:Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.4 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N: I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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“Are you sure this will work?” You ask Jim for the hundredth time.
His idea is good. You can make it work, you can make it believable. But it doesn’t depend on you alone. Daryl has to accept it and put some effort into it as well.
“It will.”
“How long do we have?” Walking fast through the halls, you try not to overthink. This can’t backfire, because you have no idea what to do if it fails.
“Eight weeks until Negan goes to Alexandria. But you know him, he could go anytime he wants, but since he’s eager to torture them psychologically, he may give it some time. Make them think they can come up with some kind of plan.”
Daryl’s group is smart. And strong. You and Jim are getting all the pieces of information about them, and about Negan’s plans. For you, it’s easy, you just have to ask Negan. But Jim’s job is to go around the men and get their ideas because sometimes some of them have an interesting addition to the plan that Negan is eager to follow.
So what you have is this: The leader, Rick, is a survivor. It means he had to get his hands dirty before, and will again. And your father knows how to break a man like Rick. He hates men like Rick. It doesn’t help that the Alexandrians killed several Saviours, and tricked Negan a couple of times before.
Your father wants to unleash hell upon them. And Jim was right, you’ve never seen Negan so furious about a group before.
He won’t just take their things and leave, no Negan will break them, slowly, painfully. He will strip them off of everything they care about, everyone they love, one by one, until he gets to Rick.
But you won’t let that happen.
“Ok.” Taking a deep breath, you stop by the apartment door. “If he doesn’t play along…”
“If he doesn’t play along, his group dies. Just tell him that.”
As if it was so simple.
Nodding, you unlock the door and walk in. Jim quickly pushes it close, gun already in hand. This could be dangerous. You wouldn’t blame Daryl for trying to attack you.
“Hello?” You mutter, moving to the living room and peaking into the kitchen. “We’re just here to talk.” Keeping your voice as soft as you can, you move towards the hall, as Jim does the same, walking ahead of you and pushing the first door open.
When he comes out, he simply shakes his head no before moving to the other room. “Where the hell is he?”
“Take it easy, Jim. I–” You’re cut short suddenly, a strong arm pulling you backwards, knocking all air out of your lungs. There’s something sharp and cold against your neck, as a giant hand grabs your shoulder, keeping you tight against the body behind you, painfully tight.
“Damn it!” Jim exclaims, gun pointing at whoever is holding you. But it doesn’t take much until your mind solves the mystery. “Let go of her. Now!”
“Drop the gun.” The voice, raspy and angry, comes right to your ear. “Or I’ll kill her.”
“Jim put it down.” You tell him, both hands coming to hold on the man’s arm as you struggle to breathe.
“I have a clean shot from here, asshole. She’s tiny, I can shoot you right in the head.” Jim cocks the gun, and the knife is pressed against your skin.
“Shoot me and she dies. I’ll draw this damn knife right through her throat.”
“Stop it, both of you!” Shouting, you suck in a sharp breath when Daryl moves, pulling you further away from Jim. “James, you do as I freaking say. Put the gun down now.” Using the strongest voice you can, you give him a stare. You hate ordering him around, but it’s necessary now. Your eyes are saying ‘trust me, I know what I’m doing’, and that’s what makes him reluctantly move, slowly lowering the gun until it’s on the ground, kicking it to the wall behind him. Way out of Daryl’s reach.
“Daryl, listen to me.” You start, keeping your voice soft. “We’re here to help you.”
“How? Gonna throw me in another goddamn cell!” He squeezes your shoulder, making you wince.
Jim steps forward, ready to fight, but you raise a hand at him, making him stop. “I know about your group. About Alexandria, everything. And I know Negan’s plans. I swear, I just want to help.”
“She was the one to bring you here, man, trust me,” Jim speaks up, both hands raised. “We spent all night trying to find a way of helping you and your group. You kill her, you’re doomed. You and everyone you care about.”
You feel Daryl’s grip get a bit loose, just a little bit, but enough for you to get what he’s thinking. Taking in the information. “What the hell does he plan to do with us?”
“The same, as a start.” You explain the pain on your shoulder bringing a few tears to your eyes. “He’ll take whatever he wants, and go back every once in a while. But he hates Rick, your leader, so he’ll put traps in the way, looking for a reason to torture them.”
“Huh.” He grunts.
“I was in the meeting. He wants to kill the Alexandrians one by one, make them chop off pieces.” Going graphic was never the idea, and it makes you feel sick. “H-he said he will make Rick go all the way next time. Cut his own son’s hand off.” Tears start rolling down as the emotions overwhelm you.
The image is in your head now, a father being forced to do such a thing. The axe, the blood, the severed hand… You need your cell. You need to let things out. You never wanted to be part of this. You never wanted to be here. But you can’t lose it, not now.
Blinking to push the stubborn tears away, you put yourself back together the best you can. This isn’t the place to be weak.
“How do ya know all that?”
“Negan is my father.” This makes the grip gets tighter than before, as the knife is now placed on your throat. “It doesn’t mean I agree with his methods!” You’re quick to add. “I have a plan to keep him away from your people. From Alexandria.”
“C'mon, man, you’re hurting her,” Jim begs.
“Keep yer damn mouth shut!”
“These are your options, Daryl Dixon!” You yell again, trying to make your voice heard despite everything. Despite his grip, the knife, and the situation. “You can kill me, kill Jim, take the gun and run. But you won’t get too far. They’ll take you, and as soon as they find out you killed Negan’s daughter, the man himself will make you watch as he feeds your people to the dead.” This wasn’t supposed to be this way, you didn’t want to threaten him. But you’ll say anything for him to let go of you. “Or you can at least hear me out. Because with or without your help, I’ll find a way to keep Negan away from this group because I’m not my damn father!” Voice cracking in the end, you close your eyes, letting the darkness surround you. This isn’t enough, but it has to suffice.
You’re becoming so weak. After so many years, being in this nightmare since the very beginning, you’re breaking. And you can’t break. You won’t know what to do if you break.
“Just listen to her, man,” Jim mutters, and when Daryl finally let go, you run straight into Jim’s arms, releasing a breath. “Damn it, (Y/N).” He whispers in your ear, softly rubbing your back. This hug isn’t about you being hurt by Daryl, it’s about you being hurt by everything else. Jim has developed a way of knowing when you’re about to collapse, exactly when you need some time to recover. “Can you do it? Because if not we can–”
“I’m alright.” Pulling away, you wipe the tears away before turning to face Daryl.
He’s wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, and now you get why his hand felt so big. The man is huge, and it’s clear now he didn’t hurt you as much as he could if he wanted to. His dark hair partly covers his eyes, but you can see the bright blue colour, set on you. He’s clean, and now you can see the purple bruise on his left cheek. Daryl still holds the knife, ready to act if you or Jim try anything.
“Can we sit?” Gesturing at the couch, you just make your way there, taking a sit. Jim does the same, taking the armchair. But Daryl just stands, those predator-looking eyes, following your every move. “You don’t have to look at me like I’m some kind of threat. Look at me. I couldn’t take you.”
“But yer boyfriend here could try.” Eyes locked on you, Daryl jerks his chin towards Jim.
“Jim is not my boyfriend. He’s… My personal bodyguard.” You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Jim’s wife was dying. He was working for points so he couldn’t have the medicine. He stole it and got caught. His wife passed and he was going to die too for what he did, but I stepped in.” Exchanging a glance with him, you take in the small smile he has on, and also the sadness in his eyes. Jim is still in love with Mariam. “I told Negan I wanted someone by my side, at all times. And Jim was strong and well-built even before, so I had my will done. And here he is now, not only to protect me but as a faithful friend. As I am his.”
“It’s true. (Y/N) saved me.”
“So ya want me ta’ believe Negan does everythin’ ya want?” Daryl is sceptical, but anyone in his position would be. You’re still one of his captors, and you could be setting some kind of trap.
“(Y/N) is everything Negan has left. Say whatever you want from him, it’ll probably be the truth, but he loves his daughter.” With both elbows on his knees, Jim looks up at Daryl. “She’s the princess around here. And the king will do whatever she says. If she wanted to tear you to pieces just for her pleasure, he would clap.” Jim’s voice gets darker because he stands where you stand. He does what he has to do to survive, but he doesn’t enjoy it. “But instead, she puts on a show out there, just so she can act behind his back helping people. She could be a tyrant, the very image of her father but she isn’t. So if (Y/N) can help you and your people to make out of this mess alive, take the freaking chance or get the hell out of her way.”
Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to understand where it came from. Jim never said anything like this.
“We came up with a plan to make Negan give up on your community.” You say, taking a deep breath. “Of course we’d have to say Alexandria would be mine to rule and shit like that, but I promise you if we manage to make this work, he’ll leave your people alone.”
“And what is this miraculous plan?”
This is the hard part. Biting your lip, you exchange a long stare with Jim, who raises both his eyebrows at you.
“We’ll have to pretend to be dating.” Saying it as slow as you can, you feel a heat spreading through your cheeks.
“What the hell?”
“I know how it sounds.” Standing up to your feet, you raise both hands at him. “But all the other options weren’t good enough. Negan hates your group like he never hated anyone before, and Jim and I came to the conclusion that the only way he’ll step back is if I put my heart on the matter.” Shrugging your shoulders, you sigh. “If we convince them we’re falling for each other, he will let me have Alexandria. And if he places the city under my care, nobody will come to take anything. Nobody will be killed.”
Daryl weakly nods, his hair all over his face. “Fine. But if ya lie ta’ me, I kill ya.”
“You–”
“We have a deal.” You speak before Jim does, reaching out your hand. Daryl looks at it before looking up at you again, not taking your hand, so you let it fall. “Well, you’ll stay here now. There’s food and… Pretty much everything you may need. I’ll talk to Negan and let you know the next step.” That said, you nod, mostly to yourself, gesturing for Jim to follow as you leave.
Right before you push the door close, you take one last look at Daryl. Then, the wood separates the two of you, and you lock the door, sliding the key into your pocket.
“It’ll work,” Jim says, a hand on your shoulder.
“It has too.”
When Daryl is left alone, the silence, now very familiar, surrounds him again. In a jolt of adrenaline, he has an impulse of checking if what she said was true. Everything he had done ever since the Saviors dragged him into this apartment was to shower, clean the blood from his wounds, put on some clothes, and sleep.
So, he’s quickly moving through the kitchen, opening the cabinets and fridge, finding more food than he has seen since the world broke.
To say he’s confused is a misunderstanding. When he first saw her, from the darkness of his cell, he wondered if he was seeing an angel. Her smooth skin, clean and shining, as if she didn’t belong to this world anymore. Her hair, rolling down her shoulders, reaching all the way to her waist. And he swears he could smell her hair conditioner, candy-like. It took a while for him to believe she was real.
But she’s Negan’s daughter.
And Daryl has to be careful, smart. He will do anything if it means his group will be safe. But still, he has to be alert. In case this is a trap. In case she’s not as good as she shows.
There are no angels, not in this world. Not living among these people.
And she certainly isn’t one of them.
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When I Found You (Pt. 01 of 18)
Pairing:Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N:I wanna special thanks (and give a lot of credit) to my absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final review of the text. Love you, girl!!
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Blue Eyes
You’re not the type of person who uses the end of the word as an excuse to have your way with things. To take what isn’t yours, claim and keep it, just because you happen to have the upper hand. You never had it in you, the evilness, the darkness to fall into such position.
But here you are, surrounded by those who think otherwise.
Walking fast through the halls, your mind plays back everything you heard. You had to sit there, smile and nod, as Negan spoke about what he did. And what he plans to do. It makes you sick, almost to the point of throwing up what you had for lunch, only a couple of hours ago. Their description was graphic.
Negan told you all about how the guy’s eyeball popped out, and how he was still standing.
You can deal with the dead, their falling skin, and disgusting, rotting corpses… But the living… Maybe it makes you a pussy, but you don’t care. There’s still humanity in you, and as stupid as it may be, you hope there’s still a way of life that doesn’t suck other people dry. A way to survive without having to steal, cheat or kill.
With a hand on your stomach, tears started to fill your eyes, you’re relieved when you reach the hall, a breath flowing out as your fingers struggle with the locker.
This cell is the only place you feel alone. Where you allow yourself to cry. The only place you allow yourself to be weak.
Of course, it doesn’t always work. Sometimes you break down in your apartment too, but still, you can’t set yourself free from these cold, dark walls.
When the locker clicks, you sigh, sliding the metal door open. But the wave of relief is taken back as you freeze, your attention falling on the figure in the darkness, dirty and naked. His eyes, unbelievably blue, reflecting the light coming from the hall behind you, are quick to find yours.
For a moment, you wonder if this is real. With a hand holding the metal and the other flat next to your body, all words and thoughts seem to have left you. Whoever this man is, he’s not only being held a prisoner. Nobody here is just a prisoner. They’re always here for a reason, and they’re treated like animals until they break.
You never saw anyone in this position, but your heart breaks for him. There’s strength in his eyes, anger… But there’s also pain.
“What are you doing here?” The voice snaps you out of your state, and you blink a few times, stepping back and turning to find Dwight.
Shaking your head lightly, you quickly remember to put on the act. It’s better this way. “Excuse me?”
“Oh.” He exclaims before falling on one knee. “Forgive me.”
“What are you doing here?” You repeat his question, very aware of the man in the cell, feeling his eyes on you.
“I came to feed him.” Dwight stands back up, showing you the tray he’s holding with a single sandwich that looks disgusting.
“What the hell is that?”
“Dog food.” He quickly answers, not seeming to be bothered by it. “Your father’s orders.”
Your father’s orders indeed.
Clenching your hand into fists, you take a deep breath. “Go and make me one of your sandwiches. The real thing.” Keeping your voice nice and soft, you take the tray from his hands. “Double that, actually. Let’s have a nice meal together, you and I.”
Dwight furrows his eyebrows before nodding, leaving at a fast pace to follow your command. Of course, he finds it weird, you never spoke to him. But you don’t care about what he thinks. Your instructions are to be followed, without questioning. As are Negan’s.
Leaving the tray on a small wooden table near the wall, you turn back to the man. He didn’t move, but his eyes are set on you.
You helped a lot of people here without Negan knowing about it because they were under his radar. But you get the feeling this man isn’t. But still, you can’t see yourself walking away, leaving him in this dark cell, eating that shit, and going through whatever your father has in store for him.
Quickly walking over to the cell, you stop by the door, unsure if you should step any closer. Crouching down, you wonder why he hasn’t broken eye contact yet. There’s a gun with you, secure in the holster attached to your thigh. But you hope you won’t have to use it. “Hey.” You whisper, wondering what else could you say. “I’m sorry they’re doing this to you.” They? You’re part of this too, whether you want it or not. “I’ll try to help–”
“(Y/N)?” The voice, familiar this time, makes you stand up. “What… The hell is going on?” Jim is quick to approach you, peaking inside the cell.
Sighing, you pull the door close, but only halfway. “Dwight, he…” Running a hand through your hair, you feel a little dizzy. But you must get it together. This is not the place to break down, someone else might come. “I came to the cell and found this man. Dwight is giving him dog food.”
“Alright, breath.” Jim holds both your arms, and you do as he says. He’s the only one who knows how you feel. At least some of it. But he does know you come to this cell every once in a while, and he knows it makes you mad to see how some people are treated here. “What do you want to do about this?” He glances at the man, and you do the same. He seems… Interested in this conversation. And why wouldn’t he be? This must sound like some kind of trap to him, coming from his captors.
“I don’t know.” You start listening to footsteps, so you stand up straighter, as you feel like you’re falling into character. It doesn’t take much until Dwight comes to your sight, a small plastic Tupperware in his hand. “Good. Took you long enough.”
“I’m sorry for the delay. James.” He mutters, handing you the plastic box.
Taking a look at both sandwiches, you smile. They’re delicious, you bet. “Well, let’s eat.” Without any ceremony, you step inside the cell, reaching out your arm and giving that man the Tupperware.
“Wait.”
“Shut up.” You bark, as the man basically rips the thing from your hand after some seconds of hesitation, and starts devouring it. “You’ll eat too, Dwight.” You say as you move back to the wooden table, leaning on it, both hands resting on each side of the tray.
Dwight scoffs, exchanging a glance with Jim. “I–”
“You know I never ask twice.” With a warning tone, you push the tray forward. “Eat.”
Your voice echoes a little as you raise it, growing impatient. You were deprived of a moment you needed so much, stomach feeling weird and head spinning. Push it back, you tell yourself. Keep it locked up. This isn’t your cell, you can’t break down now.
When Dwight takes the sandwich and bites it, you wish you could show off a bright smile, as Negan would. Happy to see your command followed, delighted to humiliate someone. But that’s not how you feel at all.
Dwight chokes a little but swallows his bite, eyes on you, wondering if that was it. “How long has this man been here?”
“Some days. Three or four, I think.”
“And I believe you have been feeding him with this shit since the beginning, am I right?” Crossing your arms, you pace around. Dwight nods, and by the look on his face, you can tell he’s waiting. Waiting for the next move, or some sort of torture. You could easily get it done. Negan backs you up about everything. You can throw Dwight into this very cell, feed him dog good for a week, burn him, cut off a finger or two… Anything you want.
This world belongs to you too, says Negan, and your desires must be attended to.
“Then finish your sandwich.” You simply say because you might have Negan’s blood, but you don’t share his principles.
Dwight is fast to obey, probably thinking it’s best to just get done with it. And you watch, occasionally glancing at the man. He’s cold, it suddenly gets to you. The nights are terrible, and the thought of him there, completely naked, shivering all night long makes you clench your hands into fists.
“I want you to stay here until my men come.” You start, a hard stare set on the blond. “They will carry out my orders, and if Negan happens to come here before they do, you’ll find me immediately. Did I make myself clear?”
“Absolutely.” He sounds confused, and you can see the gears moving in his head as he tries to understand what you’re doing.
But he doesn’t have to know. “Great. Jim, c'mon.”
“Right away.” He mutters before following you.
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It does look like you have everything under control from the outside because inside your head, you’re walking in the dark. Pacing around your living room, a hand playing with your lower lip, you try to come up with the next move.
A low knock on your door gets you moving, unlocking and pulling it open before allowing Jim to come inside.
“It’s done.” He says, looking down at you as he takes something from his pocket. “He was set in the apartment and this is the key.”
Taking the small piece of metal, you hold it in your hand, bring the fist to your heart. “What do I do, James?” This was settled in a rush, and you don’t know what your father wants with that man. You do feel better to know he’s in a good place now, where he won’t be cold or hungry. But the rest… You’re clueless.
“I have bad news, (Y/N).” Jim starts, making his way over the couch. You follow but chose to stand on your feet. “I went around, listened to some people, and put the pieces together. That man’s name is Daryl, and he’s part of that group from Alexandria.”
“Shit.” You mutter, biting your index finger.
“Yeah, shit. Negan’s hate for that group reaches a whole new level.”
“I know.”
“Alexandria is promising. And we know they’re making alliances with different communities, so it means they won’t only survive, they’ll prosper. And have a hell of a good life as we have here. Maybe even better.”
“I know.” You repeat, eyes on the floor.
“Negan doesn’t want to just take their stuff, he wants them to give him a reason so he can punish them.”
“I know.” Dropping to the couch beside him, you sigh. You had to listen, for hours, Negan talking about that group. How they fooled him, killed many of his men. And your father developed a fury towards Rick, their leader, that you never saw before. “I don’t care, Jim. I’ll tell father to leave them alone.”
“And what will you say when he asks why?”
“I’ll say Daryl and I are friends.”
“(Y/N), you can’t possibly think Negan will give up on a whole community over someone you befriend overnight.”
What would you do without Jim? He’s the one to do the thinking when you’re overwhelmed, unable to put things together. “I’ll make him believe.”
“Your father does everything you ask, but without a believable reason, he’ll think you’re joking around and laugh at your face. You know it. You know him.”
Closing your eyes, you run a hand through your hair. “What should I do then?”
“Why do you want to help this man so much? You don’t know him, he could be evil.” Jim touches your back, rubbing it softly.
“I know evil. I’m surrounded by evil men. He isn’t. I saw it in his eyes…” You have no idea how to explain it, you just feel it. You just know it, somehow. “He’s a good man, Jim. Trust me.”
“I do. And I might have an idea, but I’m damn sure this Daryl won’t go with it.” Jim is suddenly thoughtful, that blank expression he makes when he’s putting some sort of plan together. “It’s quite crazy, but it might work. I can see Negan buying it if you work well.”
“I’m in. What is it?”
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daryl: i’m back
daryl: remember that guy who catcalled you on the way to the armory? i burned his house down
y/n: okay. did you get the guns we need for the run?
daryl:
daryl: i’ll be right back
Let’s talk over dinner
Description:I do not like how short this one is! But it’s okay|| Daryl comes home from a long outing to see reader sitting alone on her porch as he is passing by. Luckily, he’s hungry and she’s in need of some good company… No spoilers, no warnings.
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She looks down at the orange and yellow colored leaves below the front steps, her boots only slightly blocking her view of them.
Much like the wether today, her head was cloudy and unfocused and blurry, and much like the weather today, she was on the verge of tears.
“Hey”
She looks up and sees the archer standing on the sidewalk, mud slung across his arms and poncho, probably from the bike ride home.
Dog runs up to greet her, leaving sloppy and wet kisses on her face she can’t help but laugh a little.
“Hey Dixon” she smiles, hopefully masking her sadness.
It never worked around him though, did it?
He tilts his head to the side like he always did when he didn’t know how to stand or act or be, “What’s the matter?”
He hated to see her like this, sad and confused because she couldn’t figure out why. Daryl didn’t know much about comforting people but he would always try his best with her. Always.
“Oh nothin’ just down. I’ll be fine by tomorrow” she lies, darting her eyes back to the leaves, she wishes he weren’t here right now. Funny because seconds before he showed up she had caught herself wishing he werehere.
Daryl frowns before sitting himself down beside her, a little huff of air escapes his tired lungs and he’s reminded of how long it’s been since he’s eaten or slept.
“You gonna tell me? Or am I gonna have to make you say it over dinner?” He asks, bowing his head a little to mask the slight blush that he felt warm his cheeks.
This caught her off guard. Since when did Daryl Dixon become a casual flirter. “What?” She blinks at him.
“It’s been about twelve hours since I ate anything. Do you wanna tell me now or can we talk over dinner?” He questions.
She glances to the sidewalk and a few leaves blow across it.
“Uh… Uh yeah.. yeah that would be nice” She breathes, her words having a hard time not tripping over one another.
Her stomach feels like dancing and so does she but she won’t tell him that because she’s sure he hates dancing… He told her that once. That he was a bad dancer. She still doesn’t think he’s given it any practice though. Still, if it were her asking maybe that wouldn’t be the case. He is almost, soft with her. She shakes her head, eyes closing in the action. She still feels Daryl eyeing her, searching her body language and tracing her face for an explanation to why her breathing has suddenly hitched and her hands wouldn’t stop working at the sleeve of her long shirt.
“I can leave ya alone if ya wan-”
“No! I- I mean Yeah” She mouths. “Lets talk over dinner”
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❀Daryl x Reader
Star-gazing||Fluff || You and Daryl go star-gazing and it gets fluffy! No warnings, no spoilers!
The daisy bouquet||Fluff||Daryl picks you flowers and brings them home. Spoiler for season nine, no warnings! 
His favorite star||Fluff||She walks out to see Daryl awake at two in the morning and instead of making him talk about it they talk about stars. No warnings or spoilers.
Let’s talk over dinner||Fluff||Daryl comes home from a long outing to see reader sitting alone on her porch as he is passing by. Luckily, he’s hungry and she’s in need of some good company… No spoilers, no warnings.
She’s just gone||Angst||Daryl and reader are out on a run when they stumble on the cabin that he met Leah in a while ago. Only, he hasn’t told her about Leah yet. Curse warnings, mild spoilers for season 10 episode 18 ig
Je vous aime {I love you}||Fluff||Reader and Daryl are walking in the forest and she tries to teach him some French that she learned from high school. No warnings or spoilers!
Euphoria||Fluff||Daryl and reader just share a cuddly moment <3 No warnings or spoilers
When the seasons change||Fluff/comfort||Reader and Daryl share a peaceful, simple day in the forest. No warnings, no spoilers!
Cats don’t like the rain||Fluff/Domestic||There’s a stray cat living near their house… and reader is determined to tame the thing. No warnings, no spoilers!
