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!!
×
One Last Mission
The only thing you can think about is the baby.
While Rick conducts the meeting, all you can do is look down at your still flat stomach and think about the life growing inside you.
It changes everything. You’ve been trying to ignore it, but it does. Rick wants to attack, Aaron says that’s stupid, and now you know why. You know why he said Rick is making it more difficult than it has to be.
You’re the princess. You’re his daughter and you hold the key to the end of this. As you held the key to keep Alexandria safe.
In part, you know Negan created that empire for you. Because he thought you’d like it, that you’d enjoy having the world at your feet. You don’t, but you can’t ignore it kept you safe all this time. So, if you were partly the reason for its creation, you’ll be the reason for it to end.
“Aaron is right.” You speak out for the first time since you got here. Nobody understands, so they look at you, and you notice you cut Rick short in the middle of his speech. “We’re taking the hard path when there’s a much easier one.”
“Which path?” Michonne asks.
“Through me.” Shrugging your shoulders, you stand up from the couch. Daryl gives you a questioning look, so you offer him a small smile. “The truth is that my father doesn’t know me. He thinks I’m ok with everything he does when in fact it breaks my heart. Ever since the Sanctuary started, when I saw what he was doing to people, I knew I wanted a different life. I wanted to re-establish community and society, but not like that.” Pacing around, you cross your arms. You feel more comfortable around them now, but you don’t like sharing some feelings. But now, it’s necessary. “I dreamed of a place just like this. Like Hilltop. The Kingdom and Oceanside. Places where people work together, help each other. Where laws can be created and life can once again thrive. And I always wanted this. I couldn’t make it alone while I was in there, but here… It’s real. And it’s closer than we think. Before I wanted that for myself. For the people, I care about and for the next generations… Now I… I have a bigger reason.” Involuntary, your hand falls to your stomach, and so do their eyes.
“Oh, shit!” Carl exclaims, and he runs to embrace you in a tight hug. “That’s awesome, (Y/N).”
“Welcome to the club, brother,” Rick says, giving Daryl a quick hug before coming to hug you as well.
It takes you by surprise that everyone comes to speak to you. And if this will be your child’s family, they’ll have the best family anyone could get.
“I don’t want my baby to meet Negan.” You continue after a while. “Not this tyrant, at least. I want them to meet the Negan I once knew. The man, not this monster.”
“And what do ya have in mind?” Daryl asks, and you take a deep breath.
You had way too much time to make plans, but you never thought you’d actually have the opportunity to fulfil them. Taking Negan down is an old fantasy because you always knew this is the only way to save people from him. Once and for all. “Jim and I have a what we call BoomHouse.”
“Boom house?” Carol asks eyebrows pinched together.
“He chose the name, not me. But anyway. I’ve been sneaking guns there for years. When Jim came along he just started helping me and came up with the name.”
“Slow down,” Rick says, raising both hands at you. “You’ve been sneaking guns out of the Sanctuary to some random place where anyone can find them?”
“No. I’ve been sneaking guns, grenades, incendiary stuff, knives, bows and arrows, and explosives to a heavily secured place which is locked and is infested by walkers.” Shrugging your shoulders, you turn around, looking at everyone. “If anyone opens the door the wrong way, loud music starts playing and they won’t have to worry only with the walkers inside the building but also with those attracted by the music because that place has a herd surrounding it. They’ve been walking in a circle around that area for years because of some underground construction that makes this constant noise.”
“That’s awesome,” Carl says. “If we get all that, plus the guns (Y/N) brought us, we’d have a hell of an advantage.”
“I agree. But we get the guns and what next?”
“Everything there is more than enough for all the four communities. More than enough to fight back. And win.”
“And how did you manage to steal all that?” Rosita asks.
“I used to go out and shoot walkers, shoot trees, shoot to the freaking sky. Then I lost the gun, or destroyed it, or left it somewhere. I took some grenades to blow things up. Stuff like that.” Sitting on the couch, you sigh. “I’m the princess. People don’t ask and Negan doesn’t care about what I do as long as it makes me happy.”
“So what? We get the guns and attack?” Michonne sounds unconvinced, pacing around the living room. “Doesn’t sound any different from all the other plans you’ve been calling out.”
“The guns are just to show Negan we have the firepower to take him down. But I don’t think there will be a fight.”
“Explain it further,” Rick says, moving his hand in a circle position. “I don’t think I’m the only one here still wondering where you’re going with this.”
“I’ll tell Negan I’m coming. But he won’t know I’ll be taking four communities with me, everyone armed to their teeth. Then I’ll tell him the truth. All of it. How everything he does makes me feel, and if it doesn’t break him…” Touching your stomach with both hands, you look down. “This will.”
“You’re betting our lives on the love Negan bears you?” Sasha inquires, arms crossed and a serious face on. “What if it fails? What if he decides he loves his empire more than his daughter? Or his grandchild?”
“He doesn’t,” Daryl speaks up, and you raise your eyes to look at him. “Negan is an asshole, but the only good thing I can give him is that he loves (Y/N). Ya can see it in his eyes. He’d kill for her, and die for her. She’s the only thing he loves besides himself.”
“I’m the only family he has. The only thing from before to remind him of what life was. To remind him of mother…” You mutter, hands cupped together on your lap. “He said to me many times that he’d give up everything if it meant I’d be safe. If it means I’ll be happy. So, yes, I’m betting our lives on his love for me. And if I’m wrong… I’ll be the first to die and will have what I deserve for all the evil my father made.”
“Don’t say that,” Daryl complains.
“It’s true.” You quickly add. “I don’t think I can forgive myself for all the people I couldn’t save. I know you can’t save everyone but I wanted to. I wanted to save Abraham. And Glenn. And all the others… That was because of me too. Negan created that to himself, for the power it gave him but also to keep me safe. To make sure I’d never get hurt, raped, or starve. That was because of me too.”
“We can’t blame ourselves for what other people do, only for our own decisions,” Carol says from someplace behind you. “You made the right ones. You did save Daryl. And us. And for that, I believe we’re all thankful.”
“We certainly are.” Rick agrees, and you can’t help but smile to see the others nodding.
“So let’s do this. The sooner the better.” You stand up again, strength suddenly renewed. “Step one is to get the guns. And we better take a truck or else there won’t have enough space.”
“We?” Daryl steps in, eyeing you with crossed arms.
“We. How are you supposed to find it without me? And that’s just one thing, you’ll still have to get in and avoid setting off the alarm system.”
“Ya can draw a map.”
“Look, can we have this conversation in private?” Smiling at him, you wave at the others and walk out of Rick’s place.
“Ain’t no conversation. Yer not goin’.” Daryl says when you’re outside, it doesn’t take much for him to reach you.
“Daryl, I’m pregnant, not sick.” You snap back, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m used to going out there and you know I’m damn good.” Stopping, you turn to look at him. “I can do this, you know I can.”
“I’m not sayin’ ya can’t. I know how strong ya are, I’m askin’ ya to stay for me.” He steps closer, putting a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “For my sake, sit this one out. Make me a map, and we’ll stay in touch all the time through the radio so ya can guide me but please. Jus’ this time, stay. It’s bad enough that this whole operation depends on ya. And the very thought of this goin’ wrong, I–”
“It won’t.” Cupping his face, you tiptoe to kiss him. “We’ll be a strong, united army. We won’t lose. And alright, Daryl. I’ll stay. For you.”
“Thanks, Sunshine.”
“I love when you call me that.” Giggling, you kiss him again, slow and sweet, wrapping your arms around his neck.
You want to go, be there to look after him. But if it’ll help him have some peace of mind, you’ll stay and patiently wait for your love to come back.
“They’re following Aaron and Sasha,” Rick announces, putting the radio back on his belt. “Jesus just opened the doors and the walkers from the inside are following him and Michonne. So now it’s our turn. Daryl and I will go ahead with the car and you make sure to make less noise possible with the trucks. If you see any stray walker stop, go and kill it on foot. Keeping a steady rhythm we will reach the building in half an hour. Let’s go.”
They set in motion, and Daryl takes his place sitting shotgun on Rick’s car. With a hand hanging out the window, he has his eyes full alert to anything that might mean trouble.
“So…” Rick mutters after starting the car. “Now that we’re alone let’s talk. From a father to a future father.”
Daryl rolls his eyes at Rick’s smug smirk. “Ya took long enough ta’ come to bother me with it.”
“C'mon, Daryl. You never spoke it but I know you want kids. Ever since you took Judith in your arms for the first time, I knew you would like to have a child of your own. No need to keep it from me.”
“That ain’t the problem, it’s just…” Shrugging his shoulders, Daryl shakes his head. “Guess I’m scared, that’s all. Don’t wanna be like my dad, ya know?”
“That’s impossible. I’ve seen not only how you treat (Y/N), but I’ve seen the person you have become ever since we met in that camp back in Atlanta.” Rick takes a turn left, avoiding a rock in the woods. “I even think you can be a better father than me since you’ve seen all my mistakes.” He chuckles, giving Daryl a look. “I know you’re happy. You can’t hide that from me, I know you too well.”
Of course, he’s happy. Daryl just doesn’t believe it’s true sometimes. He has a family of his own, a wife who he loves and who loves him back, and now a baby. A little part of him, mixed up with (Y/N)’s. And for the first time, he won’t have to just see it from afar. He’ll be part of it, and he wants to enjoy everything. Everything month, every week of her pregnancy. He wants to be there for her through her discomforts, and help as much as he can.
Daryl would takedown a whole mountain with his own fists for her.
“I’m gonna be a dad.” He says, for the first time putting all those words together. And they sound amazing.
“Have you spoken about names yet?”
“Nah. But I’m thinkin’ about putting Lucy on the table. For her mother.”
“So you want it to be a girl?”
“Maybe.” He shrugs his shoulders again. “Ya’ll gonna lay bets on it, won’t ya?”
“Carl will have to make dinner for me and Michonne for a month if it’s a girl.” He laughs, and Daryl follows. “Who knows, maybe you’ll have one of each.”
“At the same time?”
“Maybe.” With that childish smile, Rick stares at the road behind them. “It could be–”
“Sunshine to Archer. Do you copy?” (Y/N)’s voice comes through the radio, and Daryl immediately picks it up.
“They have cute names,” Rick mumbles, covering the laugh with a hand.
“Yes. We’re headin’ ta’ the…” He eyes Rick, who has the decency to pretend not to be paying attention. “Ta’ the BoomHouse.”
“Good. Did they drag the walkers away?”
“Yeah. The place is somewhat secure. We’ll all be alright and I’ll be back in no time.”
“Oh, great.” She makes a pause, sighing. “My tits really hurt today, Dixon, you have no idea.”
Daryl’s face heats up, and he chokes on his own breath. “I’m in the car. With Rick. So…”
“Oh…” She mutters, clearly embarrassed and he can imagine her blushing on the other side. “Say hi to Papa Bear.”
“Papa Bear?”
“Hey, blame it on Carl, not me! I only picked our codenames.”
“Alright, Sunshine, alright.” He breathes out, staring through the window. “We’ll be back by nightfall and I’ll help, alright?” He keeps his voice low, trying not to let Rick hear him.
“How?”
“Ya really want me ta’ tell ya that with Rick sittin’ right next to me?”
“No, no! I’ll wait until you come back.” She sighs, and the soft sound is enough to make him smile. “Be careful and let me know when you get there, okay?”
“Ok. Take care over there.”
“I will. Love you, Daryl.”
“I love you too, Sunshine.” He says back, and the statics tell him she’s gone for now.
“Once this is done, you won’t have to worry about nothing else than the little Dixon coming into this world,” Rick reassures him, lightly pushing his arm. “And it’ll be over sooner than we think, you’ll see.”
“I really hope so.” He mutters his mind too far away.
Daryl never thought of himself to be the type to settle down, have a family. But this is everything he wants now. To be home with his wife, watch closely as his child grows. Go on runs to bring home anything they need. Daryl wants to look after his family. His, and his alone.
His own personal paradise.
But to get there, he’ll have to walk through hell. But he will face it, and he’ll win. They will win. For (Y/N), and for all the others, because they’re his family too. And then they’ll be able to now only survive, but live.
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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Home
From what you got, this was Deanna’s house, the woman who used to rule Alexandria. Daryl told you about her. Well, he told you a lot about Alexandria.
But standing here now is completely different. Daryl united his group so you can make things clear. You can’t wait to break off with the truth, but under their stares, you feel… Small. Well, smaller than you already are. But you also feel hated, and despite knowing they have all the reasons to, it still makes you feel bad.
“What the hell is this about?” A woman with dreads asks, in a rapid tone.
“We have ta’–”
“Wait.” Cutting Daryl off, you gesture at Jim. “Keep an eye on the front of the house. And I’ll need three more people for the left, right and back. If any of the Saviors come, whistle.”
Nobody moves, and you cross your arms, getting a worried glance from Jim. Tilting your head, you sigh when he moves.
“What the hell…”
“Trust her, Rick,” Daryl says, nodding to the man.
“Alright.” He eyes three people, and they immediately move.
You wait, just enough for them to get settled. If any news of this gets out it’s over. That reminds you of the radio you’re carrying to get in touch with Negan. Taking it off your belt, you open it and take the batteries off, laying them on a near wooden table. Better safe than sorry.
“Well? Can someone explain why Negan’s daughter just took over our home?” The woman speaks again, you take a deep breath.
There was a speech in your head, but it vanished. Looking these people in the eye hurts. Hurts because you know what they lost. Who they lost. Because of your father, your people. There’s pressure in your chest, and you cross your arms to prevent yourself from grabbing your thighs. “I can imagine how you feel. But I promise you, you’re safe now. Alexandria is safe now.”
“Do you really expect us to believe that? Coming from Negan’s daughter?” A woman in the back asks, rudely gesturing at you.
“Daryl, explain it to us,” Rick says, furrowing his eyebrows. “What is she doing here? And what does it all mean?”
Daryl sighs, looking at you. “You should be the one ta’ speak.”
“No.” Shaking your head, you step back, gesturing at him. “You tell them. They won’t believe me.” Whispering to him, you give a small quick smile when he nods.
“I was in a cell for three days, naked and in complete darkness when she found me.” He starts, looking down before raising his eyes to the group again. “It was confusing at first and when she left I thought that was it but some minutes later some men came. Threw me some clothes and took me to an apartment. I thought it was some kind of plan but on the next day, it wasn’t Negan who came. It was her.” He points out at you, blue eyes meeting yours. Some butterflies start flying around in your stomach for some reason, and you wonder if you’re blushing. “She had a plan of hers. A crazy-ass plan that I was certain it was some kind of trap.”
“You’re still not making any sense.” The woman standing next to Rick says. You notice a sword on her back.
“(Y/N) said that she had an idea to keep my group safe. Ta’ keep Negan off our asses.” Daryl gestures at everyone, and you watch as they exchange glances with each other. “So I said yes, of course. I was still doubting it, but with time she proved to me I was wrong about her. That she isn’t anythin’ like her father.”
“So are we supposed to just believe that we’re all safe now? That Negan won’t burst through our gates, take what we have, and kill those we love.”
“I know how it sounds, Michonne, but trust me. I didn’t believe it either, but it’s true.” He answers, looking at you again and reaching out his hand. You furrow your eyebrows, wondering what this is about. But since you don’t move, Daryl does it, taking your hand. “Talk to them. It’ll be alright.”
Nodding to him, you take a deep breath, raising your eyes at Rick, their leader. “What I said out there was a facade. I don’t agree with my father’s methods, I never have and when I saw Daryl, I just… I just knew I had to help him. And then I found that he was from Alexandria and I was sure about it.” Involuntary, you squeeze Daryl’s hand. Their stare is hard, and you feel like Negan is right here with you. “My father hates you. All of you. Because you know you can, and will prosper. He knows you have the courage and the strength to rebuild society, something he wants to do himself, in his own cruel ways. So I knew I had to do this. So now I tell you, you’re safe. What Daryl and I have guarantees that Negan won’t bother you again. My nomination as head of Alexandria means nobody gets to mess with this place. I promise you that… You won’t lose anyone else.”
“What is it you have?” A woman with grey hair asks. “What could assure us that Negan wouldn’t take our stuff?”
“Mmm, I…” You whisper, glancing at Daryl. He nods, clearing his throat. “We faked a relationship.”
“You what?” A boy asks, eyebrows raised.
“A fake relationship is the only thing keeping Negan away from us?” Rick inquires, hands on his hips.
“Trust me, we fake it really well.” You chuckle, biting your lip before continuing. “I told Negan we’re in love. And, since I’m his only family and he does everything I want, he won’t hurt the family and the community from which my love is from.” Blushing, you look down, running a hand through your hair. “I know you have no reason to trust me, and all the reasons of the world to hate me. My father killed your family. Abraham and Glenn…” At the mention of the names, you feel like the atmosphere change. The anger and hate are tangible. “But I’m not like that.” When an idea pops up, you let go of Daryl’s hand and pick up the radio before turning it on. “I can prove.”
“Gonna call him?”
“Yeah.” Adjusting the frequency, you look at the group. “Don’t say anything. Just listen.” A little bit of static comes through and you take a deep breath for the hundredth time today. “Dad? Do you copy?”
After some seconds of silence and more static, a voice comes through. “Hello, there, little lady. Are you all settled up on your new homie?” Negan sings songs, obviously not happy with your decision of moving.
“Yup. Just got here, had a little chat with their leader and all is well. Alexandria is mine and they’re updated on the change of command.” Holding the radio near your mouth, you keep your eyes on the floor.
“I will never forgive you for taking Rick and his dumbass group off my hands.”
“We can’t choose who we love.”
“Yeah, but did you have to choose Daryl? From Rick’s circus?” He sighs, and you can imagine the eye roll. “Well, doesn’t really matter now, does it? Alexandria and its army of assholes are yours now. And it’s my job as a father to make sure you’re well attended so I guess I won’t raid this town.”
“Oh, you won’t. Actually, I might need you to get me some stuff.”
“Holy hell, (Y/N). What is it that your papa can get you?”
Giggling, you shake your head. “I’ll check and give you the list. I gotta go now. The Saviors are going back first thing tomorrow.”
“Alright, bun. Have fun, but not too much. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”
“Thank you for the advice. Over and out.” Turning off the radio, you raise your eyes at the group. They seem… Perplexed. Shocked. But not Rick. Rick seems sceptical.
“It could be a trap.” Gesturing at Daryl, he moves forward. “Negan and her could be fooling us. They could be fooling you too, don’t you see that?”
“Ya jus’ have to–” A whistle cuts him off, and you immediately turn to the front door.
“Jim.” You recognize by the familiar tune. Moving to the front door, you find Jim climbing the steps to the porch, gesturing with his thumb at the two guys coming to the house.
“The box with the green circle is here.” He says.
“General supplies. Good.” Raising your voice, you move aside, allowing the men to get inside and lay the huge square box on the floor. “You may go back to your posts now.”
“This shit is heavy. What do you have in it?” Giovan asks, and you give him a hard look.
“If you were supposed to know, I’d tell you. Now, back to your post.”
“Sorry, princess.” He mutters, raising both his hands. Once they’re both gone, you sign to Jim to resume his patrolling as you close the front door behind your back. “I brought this for you.” Taking your necklace off, you reveal the key to open the box, giving it to Rick. But the man doesn’t even move, eyes locked on you. “Fine.” Sighing, you get on one knee, easily opening the lock and pushing the top off.
You hear them moving closer to peek inside, and you smile to yourself to see the many guns and ammunition. You got them with Daryl’s help. “All the guns the Saviors took from you are here. And some more as a bonus for the… Trouble.” Getting up to your feet, you walk back to where you were, throwing the key at Rick, who catches it midair.
“I don’t know what to say.” Rick mumbles, eyes on the guns. “This just can’t be real. It’s too good to be real.”
“I felt the same in the beginnin’.” Daryl cuts in, glancing at you. “But she ain’t Negan. Never was, never gonna be.”
You can’t help but smile, heat creeping over your cheeks. “Thanks.” You whisper to his ears only.
“Now come. Lemme show ya our house so those pricks can take yer stuff there.” Walking over to the door, you give the group a shy wave before following Daryl.
You don’t feel welcome here, and you know the feelings these people have towards you are the worst kind. But it makes you happy to see them excited about the guns. Relieved even, to have the firepower to defend themselves again. And as you leave the house, you feel like you did a good thing.
Daryl takes you through the neighborhood, and your eyes wander around. “This place is amazing.”
“It is.” He agrees. “This is it.” Stopping suddenly, he gestures at a small house two streets away from where you were, more to the middle of the city. “Two bedrooms on the second floor and a balcony on the other side. It ain’t big but–”
“Let’s go inside!” You exclaim, rushing through the steps and to the front door, swinging it open.
The house is somewhat on the same side of your apartment, but absolutely adorable. The pale walls make it lighter, and the windows let even more light come inside. You pull Daryl everywhere, until your reach the upstairs balcony. It’s tiny, with enough space for two chairs only, and a small round table. But it’s very pretty.
“This is beautiful.” You say, hands on the wooden railing as you take in the view. The walls at a distance, the people walking around. This feels like home, like a place you’d love to come back to after facing what’s out there.
“I’m glad ya like it,” Daryl answers, and you turn around to look at him. “People here will see who yer really are with time. Ya jus’ need ta’ give them some time.”
“Well, I don’t think I’m going anywhere, so…”
“Yer not. Yer home now.”
“Okay.” Nodding, you can’t fight back the smile that comes to your lips. “I’m home.”
Request:Just wanted to ask a fluffy Daryl!! It’s New Year and reader wants to kiss Daryl (who she started dating only some days ago) at midnight. He thinks it’s a silly tradition but she convinces him!! Please and thank you!!
Daryl was not the man who was a big fan of traditions, especially not with the way the world was right now.
He couldn’t care less about any traditions, holidays like Christmas for New Year’s Eve.
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!!
×
Whatever Happens
The commotion is all over the city, with everyone getting ready to leave. You’ll be reaching the Sanctuary tomorrow morning, and that’s when you’ll let Negan know you’re coming. The other communities are ready as well, already in motion.
The plan is good, and despite some people thinking it’ll end up in a war anyway, you believe otherwise. You’ll talk, Negan will listen. And this will be over.
“Hey,” Daryl calls, and you stand up from the wooden chair on your porch. “Ya ready?”
“Yes.” Getting closer to him, you smile when he touches your belly, warmth spreading through your skin. “Let’s do this.”
“Let’s do this.” He repeats, nodding and taking your hand. “C'mon, it’s time. It’ll be over and–”
“(Y/N)!” A shout startles you, and you look at the street. Rosita comes running, a scared expression on her face.
“Is something wrong?” You ask, climbing down the few steps.
“It’s Negan!” She says under her breath, gesturing for you to come with her. “He’s almost here.”
“What?” Exchanging a glance with Daryl, you set in motion.
The commotion soon became chaos, and Rick looks like he was about to explode. When you find him near the gates, he’s talking to someone, telling them to stand down and wait for instructions. This is a mess. But you won’t let it change anything. This ends today, it doesn’t matter where.
“Rick.” You call, and he quickly breaks the call and looks at you.
“He got the right day to pay you a surprise visit, that son of a bitch.” He exclaims, running a hand through his hair. “Now we have to–”
“Tell them to wait. Negan is coming here and I’ll do what I have to do here.” You say, watching as people run to hide the guns and the cars that were ready to go. “Listen up!” You yell, and people stop and turn at you. “Everyone who has a gun gets out of the city through the Westside emergency exit. Surround the Saviors but don’t let them see you. Stay there and wait for the sign.”
As usual, they wait for Rick’s nod before settling in motion. “(Y/N), what’s your plan?”
“Gather the group. I’ll take Negan to my place as always. He’ll ask his men to stay outside the city, so you tell the group to attack them and… Well… Handle them.”
“Are you sure? They’ll probably radio Negan.”
“I’m sure.” You can’t think too much, you don’t have the time. “After we have Negan neutralized, I’ll take over the Sanctuary and his men will listen to me. If they don’t, we attack.”
“(Y/N), I know this is hard for you.” Rick sighs, touching your shoulder. “He’s still your father.”
“He’s here!” Gabriel announces from his post above the walls.
“Open up.” You tell Rick, and he moves to the gates.
Everything happens as usual. Negan steps out of his car, tells his men to wait for him and walks inside with the same old smile. And that’s good because it means he’s not aware of what’s going on.
“Hey, you.” He says, giving you a tight hug and lifting you up. “It’s been a week since we spoke. Are you forgetting your father already?”
“Of course not.” You manage to give him a small smile.
“Daryl,” Negan mutters, putting an arm around your shoulders and already walking you home. “So start talking to me, child. How’s everything going? How’s life in this cute, little city?”
“Good. It’s good.” You don’t know what to say, and you just want to get home already and get this done with.
“(Y/N)?” Your father calls, making you snap out of your thoughts. He makes you stop, looking down at you. “Is something wrong?”
Taking a deep breath, you give another smile. “No. We just… We need to talk.” Giving Daryl a look, you know he’s hurting for you. You can see it in his eyes that he doesn’t want you to do this. But nobody else can do this. You made a promise to keep these people safe, and you will. In fact, you’ll save a lot of people once Negan is down.
“About what?”
“About me, dad. Please.” Gesturing at the house, you start walking ahead, not looking back.
When you reach the house, you hear people calling Negan through the radio. Turning around, you see Daryl taking his radio away.
“Whoa! What the hell?” Negan chants, trying to take the radio again, but Daryl yanks it out of his reach.
“Yer daughter needs ta’ talk ta’ ya. So go there and talk.” Daryl says, and the staring contest makes you sick.
No, wait. You’re actually sick. “Damn it!” Leaving this tense situation behind for a moment, you run to the first-floor bathroom, locking yourself in it and kneeling near the toilet.
“(Y/N)!” Negan calls, and you hear both men talking about something you can’t understand.
“I’m fine!” You shout back, closing your eyes and trying to keep from losing the breakfast.
When you’re stomach calms down, you stand up, washing your face and neck. The water makes you cold, but it’s refreshing. Looking up at the mirror, you stare into your own eyes. Then, it starts flashing. All the faces, all the names Negan killed. Those he made miserable. The many, countless workers he has, under that stupid points system, breaking their backs every day to sustain his empire.
Looking down, you stare at your thighs. All the blood you spilt for all the blood Neganspilt.
It doesn’t matter if you love him, this has to be over.
Caressing your belly, which just started to swell, still impossible to notice to other people, you walk to the door, pulling it open.
“What the hell is going on with you?” Negan asks, but it’s to Daryl’s arm you go, under his worried eyes.
“Ya ok?”
“Mhmm. I’m alright. Just felt a little sick but I’m fine now.” Smiling and caressing his cheek, you turn to look at your father.
“Are you–” He’s cut short by the front door being open, and when you look, you see it’s Rick and some others, guns in hand. “Oh, (Y/N)… What’s going on here?”
It would be easier if you had any pleasure in it, but you don’t. Taking the tyrant down is one thing. Betraying your father’s trust is another. “As I said, we need to talk dad. Sit down, please.” Gesturing at the couch, you walk to the living room as the group raises their guns at Negan. He chuckles, looking down and shaking his head before doing as you said. When he sits, you do the same on the coffee table, right in front of him. “What happened to my men?”
“They were dealt with,” Rick answers, but your father’s eyes are on you.
“Are they dead?”
“What do you think, Negan? After everything you’ve done, what do you think we had to do?”
You don’t wanna say anything, yet, you’re the only one who should be speaking. So you glance at Rick and he nods.
“Did they brainwash you or some shit like that?” Negan whispers, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “Because if they did, I–”
“I never agreed with your methods.” You begin, tears already threatening to roll down. “Since the very beginning, seeing you create the Sanctuary broke my heart. Seeing my father turn into a monster, a murderer who not only kills without reason but finds joy in it broke my, damn heart.”
“(Y/N)–”
“No, you will listen.“ Cutting him off, you raise your voice a little. “For the first time I’ll speak my heart and you’ll listen, dad.”
“Alright, sweetheart.” He sighs, and you recognize sadness in his eyes. And that’s good because it means he knows you’re hurt.
“All those years I helped people. As much as I could, I helped them. I gave them medication, food, I lied to you to keep them alive.” There they are, the bitter tears you were trying to control. “I took Jim under my wing because you’d kill him. I said Alice was my childhood friend so you wouldn’t kill her. I created a fake relationship with Daryl so you wouldn’t kill his family.”
“Fake?” He asks, giving Daryl a look. “All that disgusting kissing was fake?”
“It was.” You simply say, and as Negan gets it, his eyes go wide.
“What the hell, (Y/N)? Did you keep all that from me? Did you lie through the years instead of coming and talking to me? Your father?”
“And why would I? You made yourself an army. Those people will follow you to the end of the world and… Actually, they already did.” A humourless laugh escapes your lips as you stand up, wiping some tears away. “What I want to say is that living with you and somehow being part of everything you did destroy me. I…” You never thought you’d tell him about the self-harm… Or anyone else than Daryl. But you have to, and this is the right time. “I used to scratch my legs… Both my thighs and I scratched them so hard it drew blood. I still have the scars and I don’t think they’ll ever go away. Those marks and what they meant will be with me forever.”
“I don’t even…” His voice fades as he looks down, both hands on his head. “Why did you do that, (Y/N)?”
“Because I felt guilty.” It doesn’t matter how many times you try to wipe the tears off, more come. And it just hits you now that half the group is here, and for the first time, you feel… Welcome. Comforted by their presence. “Blood for blood, that’s what I told myself.” Clearing your throat, you take a deep breath. “Dad, Daryl was the first and only one to know about this until now. He… He made me stop, he took care of me, dad, like nobody ever did so I fell in love with him. For real.”
Negan gives Daryl a look, who nods. “Then it’s real now, you two? Not some scheme to fool me in sparing these idiots’ lives?”
“No, dad. Daryl and I got married some months ago.”
“What?!” He stands up, and the guns are raised and pointed at him again. “My only daughter gets married and I don’t know anything about it?”
“If I told you, it would feel like just some part of the plan, and it wasn’t.” You know what to say next, the other thing he needs to know. But you also need to tell him how things will be now, so you take a deep breath, walking until you’re standing before him. “But it doesn’t matter now. What matters is that you have two choices.”
“Only two?”
Rolling your eyes, you sigh. “If you don’t call out your men, once and for all, we will kill you. And we will attack the Sanctuary, kill the Saviors and allow the workers to create their own community. And we’re going to win because we have four communities armed to their teeth just waiting for the orders.”
Negan closes his eyes for a while, taking a deep breath. “Option two?”
“If you give the order, if you call them out, we will allow you to live.” There’s a commotion, some gossip because that wasn’t the plan. But you need to at least give him a chance, for the father, the man he once was. “You’d be kept in prison, of course, for the rest of your life to make sure the Saviors will never rise again. We’ll spare them, and send them away so they can do whatever they want with their lives.”
“…Just to make sure the Saviors won’t rise again?” He asks, and you look down, crossing your arms.
“Are you asking if I’m doing this for me? Because I am… But I’m doing this for someone else too…” Then, you place your hands on your stomach. “I want my baby to meet his grandfather, but not Negan, the cruel ruler… Negan, my dad.”
“You’re… You’re pregnant?” Negan mutters and suddenly hugs you, a laugh escaping his lips. “Holy shit! I can’t believe I’m gonna be a grandpa.” He lets go, cupping your cheeks. “I can’t believe I’m gonna be a grandpa.”
“Only if you chose the right thing,” Daryl says, coming to stand next to you.
“The only bad part is that this scum bag is the father.”
“Look, first of all, you’ll stop calling my husband names, alright? I’m sick of this shit. And now you better make your choice.” Turning around, you walk to the front door.
“Where are you going?”
“Rick will hear your answer. And you don’t pick the right one, I don’t want to see you die.” Closing the door behind your back, you breathe out, using the wooden railing on the porch to balance yourself when you feel dizzy. Taking a deep breath, you slowly get to the steps, reaching the sidewalk and starting to walk away.
If it happens, you don’t wanna hear the shot.
“(Y/N)!” Daryl calls and you stop, immediately running to his arms, tears now freely rolling down. “Shh, it’s alright, Sunshine. M’ sorry.”
“I don’t want him to die.” You tell him, crying against his chest. “I already lost my mother and I don’t want to lose my father too.”
“I know.” Daryl caresses your hair, holding you close. “M’ sorry, Sunshine.”
You stand there for a while, crying, ignoring those who walk by. After a while, Aaron comes, and Daryl carries you to his place, where you sit on the couch, your head on Daryl’s chest. Neither of you says anything, but with time you stop crying. Nobody comes to say anything, and you don’t want to go out there to ask. Whatever happens now, it’ll certainly be for the better. For you, for Alexandria and the other communities, and for your baby.
“I want to start thinking about names.” You say after an hour or so of silence, voice barely a whisper. But you want to distract yourself, and talking about your baby is the only thing more important than all this. “Maybe everyone could give an idea and we could work from there.”
“I like that,” Daryl answers, a hand coming to your belly. “I was thinkin’ about Lucy.”
That makes you smile, as the memory of your mother fills your head. “I love it.” Raising your head, you look at him. “Whatever happens now, it’ll be good right?”
“Whatever happens, we’ll be together. You and I, and all the others.” He caresses your cheek, placing a kiss on your lips. “It’s not the end of the world. For both of us, and for our baby, it’s just the beginning.”
This makes you smile, even more, moving to straddle his lap. “You and me, Dixon.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You, me, our little Dixon, and our family.”
“Exactly.” He agrees, pulling you closer and capturing your lips in a sweet, passionate kiss.
But a sudden noise makes him pull away, and when you look at the door, you see Rick coming in with Michonne. Taking a deep breath, you stand up, trying to read his expression, but you can’t, not when you’re so damn nervous.
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.
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.”
• • •
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.”
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.
•••
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.”
Request for non con :- Daryl and reader were previously in a relationship but Daryl broke up with her and left her hurting. But Daryl realises later on that he really wants to be with the reader so he goes to her place to talk to her, but she can’t go through all that hurt again so she says no. This angers Daryl and he leaves and comes back drunk after some time. Then the non con part. But I also want the reader to come around after some time?Request two : What about Norman edging the reader? Request three: Can you do one where the reader tells Daryl she wants to try squirting and he’s down for it and she does it repeatedly so many time they just become addicted to it. Alexandria time.
Summary: Daryl breaks your heart after you let your feelings for him slip, Breaking you completely Spencer helps to put the pieces back together, Finally starting to feel like yourself again Daryl decides he wants you back and he’s not going to take no for an answer
A/N: Hey lovelies! Sorry this has taken me so long to write! I had a dream last night for another story so hopefully it won’t take as long for the next one! Thank you all for your patience! If you have any requests let me know! I’m always happy to add them to the list :)
Hope you like this! Have a lovely day <3
LoveJen:)
Trigger Warning: Smut starts as Non-Consensual, Edging, Squirting, Violence, Eating disorder, Self deprecating thoughts. 18+ only please!
It had taken months to be able to look at his face without feeling your heart shattering, You had avoided him at every possible opportunity. Excusing yourself whenever he came into a room biting back the tears.
When people had started to notice you moping around you knew you had to reserve your heart break for when you were alone, When you and Daryl had been together you had kept it a secret wanting to have something just for you both, Not wanting to share your secret happiness with others yet. You could see why he wanted too; he was a very secretive person not wanting to let anyone into his high walls.
The trouble with this is when one night after over a year of spending the night in his arms you let it slip, Happily curled around him you’d told him you loved him. He instantly froze.
“Go to sleep Y/N Ya drunk” He had muttered. When you woke in the morning he was gone leaving just a note on the bedside table “You can’t love me, Goodbye Y/N”
Jumping out of bed you had searched for him around Alexandria to be told he had taken off hunting earlier that morning. When he finally came back he wouldn’t even look at you. You had followed him home desperately trying to get him to talk to you.
“Please Daryl just talk to me! I know you feel the same way”
“Nah, Go home Y/N I don’t love ya and I never asked yer to say ya loved me either!, Ya knew what this was” He sneered before slamming the door in your face.
Hearing him say he didn’t love you was all it took for you to run home locking yourself inside for days, You tried to settle in the bed but his scent was everywhere. Dragging your pillow and a blanket from the bed you had curled up on the floor
You stayed in the same position for days only moving when your bladder felt like hot knives were being poked through it. You’d heard as various people had come knocking to check on you but you just weren’t ready to see anyone yet.
When you did finally surface a week later you could feel your clothes falling more loosely around you, You were always slim but now you looked painfully so. Carol gave you a sad smile offering you a bottle of water that you took gratefully. Carol was the only person you thought had known about you and Daryl, She had never said anything but from the pitiful look she was giving you now, She must have known.
“Why don’t I fix you something to eat Y/N” She offered, Her hand motioning to her house. You shook your head quickly. You couldn’t go there, That’s where he would be.
“No” You croaked your voice raspy speaking for the first time in a week. “ I’m ok, I ate earlier” She raised her eyebrow not believing you but letting it go all the same.
You spent your weeks like this only eating small amounts if you had no other choice than to accept, Feeling your clothes get looser and looser.
Spencer had been the one to get you to eat a full meal for the first time, Sitting with you patiently at the cook out you had been reluctant to go to. He sat with you well after dark letting you eat at your own pace, While he filled the silence with idle chatter.
You found yourself laughing at his stories, The sound startling you when it first came out a small smile crossing your lips. You stayed with him happily forgetting for a while. That was until you heard a loud snort from the other side of the table.
Looking over your eyes met Daryl’s briefly, You hadn’t realised he was there listening to your entire conversation. Standing quickly you looked at Spencer “I’m sorry i have to go”
Turning on your heel you ran towards your house. “Wait Y/N! Wait” Spencer said catching up to you within a few feet. You jumped in alarm when you felt his hand on your arm.
“What’s the rush? Hey listen, I was meaning to ask you. Can I make you dinner sometime?” You looked at him shocked not saying anything when he continued.
“Just thought we could spend some time together, Yano just us.” You thought for a moment.
He did seem to be a nice guy and he definitely wasn’t embarrassed about being with you.
Nodding slowly, you agreed not sure why he wanted to have dinner with you, making Spencer grin “Cool! Tomorrow? I’ll come by your place at 6 to get you?”
Nodding again you let him give you a warm hug before turning again and heading straight for your house.
Locking the door behind you, You let out a small smile, maybe this was what you needed to get over him, someone who seemed to care about you and might return your affections.
The date had been nice and you had become a regular thing, He had taken to walking you to and from work holding your hand and smiling down at you every time his lips brushed yours to say goodbye. He had continued to be incredibly patient with you letting you warm up to him and letting your walls come down slowly.
It wasn’t like it was with Daryl it wasn’t a passionate burning love, It was sweet, Caring and different. Your eating problems soon behind you with Spencer, Your heart still hadn’t fully recovered but he was doing a good job of trying to glue it back together.
It still hurt every time you saw Daryl, His eyes starting lingering on you more now since you had gone public with Spencer. You tried to avoid his gaze, Reminding yourself of the hurt he had caused you and that it was Spencer who had picked up the pieces.
6pm was soon rolling around, Spencer and you had made this a regular thing every Friday you had a date night, You wanted tonight to be different, The more Daryl looked at you the more your lust for him was returning, You had to get him out of your head and give your all to this loving patient man.
Pulling on the red figure hugging dress you found in the back of the closet you smoothed it down hoping it would signal to him that you were ready. Pulling your hair into a loose bun and picking out some loose wavy bits to hang around your face pulling the maroon lipstick out Daryl had found for you on a run.
You had only previously worn this in bed with Daryl, It was one of his kinks, He liked to see the lipstick smeared across his body where you had left your hot kisses. Making him increasingly harder when he saw the marks around his cock.
You felt your thighs brushing together feeling yourself heat up at these memories. Shaking your head you looked at yourself in the mirror smoothing the dress down nervously. You heard as Spencer knocked on the door. Applying the lipstick you smiled at yourself feeling hot, Before heading to the door.
As you opened it you were shocked to see not Spencer but a very awkward looking Daryl standing in front of you, He didn’t ask if he could come inside before brushing past you into the living room.
Your heart pounding in your chest you closed the door slowly following him timidly into the living room.
Both in silence for a few minutes before you finally found your voice, “Wh…What are you doing here?”
His eyes wandered over your body taking in your dress before staring at the lipstick. His eyes opened wide when he recognised it
His eyes looked pained now taking a deep breath “’m so fuckin stupid Y/N, I miss ya, I want ya back….For real….I want ya to be mine”
Daryl had never been that forward with his feelings before. Your heart pounding in your chest, You wanted to fall back into his arms, But it wasn’t fair of him to ask that of you, This wasn’t fair at all. The anger bubbling up now, The fucking nerve of this man!
“Get out” Shaking your head you felt the anger build “Get out Daryl! No, No you don’t get to do this!! You don’t get to see me happy and moving on, Trying to forget you and just think you can walk back in and it can go back to how it was!”
“But….Y/N please. I-I”
Cutting him off trying to cut the emotion from your voice “Spencer will be here any minute, Get the fuck out!”
You took a step back as he started towards you, He watched as you flinched at his movements, Seeing the fear in your eyes. He was close too close, You could feel your body burning for him, It terrified you how much power this man had over you.
“Ya don’t have to be scared of me Y/N i wont hurt ya….Yer know that..”
“Too late Daryl, You already did! GET OUT!” Pushing his chest harshly seemed to snap him out of it. Not saying another word he turned on his heel slamming the back door behind him.
It took a few minutes to compose yourself, Grabbing the whiskey bottle from the cupboard you took a few deep swigs settling it back down and fixing what you thought was a convincing smile back on your face as someone knocked on the door again.
Thank god, It was Spencer this time!”
“Holy shit…… Sorry! Hey baby…,. You loook….. Incredible” Spencer said his jaw dropping when he saw you.
Stifling your giggle you lent up kissing his cheek, Biting your lower lip slightly as you saw the Kiss mark on his face. The blush was rising in your cheeks the alcohol was definitely hitting you fast.
“Shall we” He asked, still in awe holding his arm out to you. Taking his arm you stepped out of the house closing the door behind you. The moment your feet hit the pavement, You almost walked straight into Daryl.
“Watch where ya goin” He growled. Spencer feeling the tension put his arm around your shoulders protectively pulling you out of Daryl’s way into his chest.
“C’mon babe, Dinner will be getting cold” You tore your eyes from Daryl’s turning your attention to Spencer as he kissed your hair. Smiling sweetly at him you let him pull you away down the street towards his house, Glancing backwards you saw that Daryl was glaring at you now with those dark eyes. Putting your arm around Spencer’s back you tried to shake off his glare.
He had looked pissed.. But what fucking right did he have to be upset? What did he think was going to happen? You were going to live the rest of your life as a nun moping around and starving yourself because of him? Or that you would just forget all of it and just fall back into his eyes like the pathetic woman he thought you were? Fuck no! You tried not to let the anger build.
During your meal you had tried to concentrate on Spencer but your mind kept wandering back to Daryl. You drank more that night than you had on any of your other dates trying to get up the courage to take things further. As you sat on the couch together kissing sweetly, You decided now was the time.
Standing up you straddled his hips moving your dress up enough to give your legs space to move. Grabbing his face you kissed him eagerly. Moaning as his hands came to your thighs rubbing them gently before moving to the small of your back pulling your core and chest tight to him.
Moving your lips now to his neck you kissed him hungrily. “Y/N….Y/N stop”
Pushing away from him you looked at him confused “Why….?”
“I really want you….REALLY want you but your so drunk!, it’s not right doing this now”
He saw the surprise and rejection in your eyes. Putting his hand in your hair he pressed your lips against his gently.
“Baby I want to make love to you, So fucking much but not while your like this. But soon. I promise ok?”
You nodded giving him a small smile, He was a good guy and you appreciated that about him.
“Guess i should go then…” You trailed off standing up from him and smoothing your dress back down.
“Want me to walk you home babe?”
Shaking your head “No it’s okay its only a block down i can manage” He stood walking you to the door he gave you one last kiss before wiping the slightly smeared lipstick from your face. Giggling you left.
Walking slowly up the street enjoying the light breeze before sighing and heading into your house, Leaving the lights off you walked straight into your bedroom.
That’s when you saw him. Lying on your bed, The same Jealous glare in his eyes. The previously full bottle of whiskey laying empty at his side.
“What the hell are you doing here Daryl?” You asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of your voice.
“What are you doin with him?” he retorted standing up from the bed now. He walked slowly to you.
Stuttering “He’s my boyfriend… Why wouldn’t i be with him”
“Ya fuckin mine! Not His!!Tell me Y/N Ya let him touch you?”
“What fucking business it of yours, I told you to leave me alone!” You snapped. He was standing directly in front of your now so close you could feel the breath on your cheek.
“You wanna be a whore, Walkin around with the likes of him, I’ll treat ya like a whore Y/N only had to ask….”
Leaning into you he pressed his mouth to your ear “Bet he can’t make yer feel as good as i can”
You froze as you felt him now his hands pulling you to him kissing your neck feverishly.
“Stop!” You cried putting your hands to his chest. “You don’t get to do this! Break my heart then think you can just what…Come in here and I’ll fall back into bed with you? Fuck you Dixon” Your voice full of venom.
You heard the growl rise in his chest, “That’s the fuckin plan” He sneered down at you.
Gripping your throat tightly he threw you onto the bed hands quick as lightning he pushed your skirt up revealing the lacy underwear you had put on for Spencer. Throwing his body onto yours he tried to kiss you.
Panicked you bit his lip hard drawing blood “Get the fuck off me….What are you doing!! I’m with Spencer!”
Wiping his lip he grinned at you “Still feisty Y/N Fuck Spencer. I’m gonna show ya what yer missin with him”
His voice now a low growl “You know you want this”
Putting his hand into your hair he gripped it tightly pulling your head back and keeping it in place while he attacked your neck again struggling against his body he kept you pinned..
“Daryl….Please…Please stop this!” You cried feeling the tears hit your eyes as his hand ripped your underwear from you.
“Ya know ya want me Y/N Why else would you be wearin a dress like this, Or that lipstick i got ya. Stop fuckin fighting this, I need ya now, You need me too” His hand now undoing his own pants as his teeth bit harshly into your neck and chest.
In one quick motion he was inside you. “See” he growled “So fuckin wet for me” At first you were ashamed of your body’s reaction to him, Then your mind started clouding feeling yourself get wetter and wetter. He pulled his teeth back now replacing it with warm wet kisses.
You couldn’t stop the moan that ripped from your throat as his huge member touched that delicious spot inside you making your chest arch to meet his.
You felt him smirk against your neck. Feeling the fight leave your body being replaced by the pleasure he was giving you he released your hair and lightened the pressure he had on your arms.
Instinctively you raised your arms to his neck tangling your fingers in his hair pulling his lips back to meet yours, Every part of your fight gone now. Just loving this feeling you had been denied for so long.
He kissed you wildly, his tongue pushing into your mouth groaning into the kiss when your tongue danced with his.
“Tell me how much ya love this cock Y/N” He growled lips moving back to your ear nibbling softly.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the sound of his voice feeling your body give in fully to him all thoughts of Spencer wiped fully from your head.
“Tell me Y/N! Tell me how you love my cock more than Spencer’s” he demanded. At Spencer’s name your eyes flashed back to his.
“We didn’t….We never….Oh god Daryl!” You were so close.
Tormentingly his hips stopped then. “What d’ya mean ya didn’t? Is he fuckin crazy…Look at you…Look at this fucking dress” His hands went back to the hem of your dress which was now lying haphazardly across your stomach. Lifting your torso slightly he pulled it free from you.
“Oh god, Y/N I’ve missed this sexy fucking body” His head darting down to kiss your exposed breast, Groaning you felt him pull out of you his lips moving down your body.
“Daryl please, I was so close!” You begged, Missing the incredible full feeling you had moments ago.
Grinning up at you he ducked his head again running his tongue down and around your navel.
“Stand up” He ordered. It took a moment for your legs to respond, Standing with him knelt in front of you, He kissed both of your hips before kissing you harshly on your aching bud.
Licking from bottom to top a few times before starting to suckle softly at first then with growing intensity as his fingers found your heat, Once he had buried his fingers into you, You felt your knees growing weak again. Tangling your fingers into his hair and desperately pulling his incredible mouth closer as it swirled around whilst rocking against his fingers. His fingers curling inside you hitting your g-spot perfectly.
Just as you were feeling that blissful heat about to explode he pulled his mouth away, Fighting with him slightly you tried to pull him back, Grinning up at you he tutted “Not yet Y/N.” Removing his fingers from you he stood pulling you with him and pushing you up against the back wall.
Kissing you deeply and lightly brushing his fingers up and down your sides. You were panting heavily feeling the frustratingly close high fade away. Once your breath was back under control he knelt in front of you again.
“Trust me” His voice a dark gravel breath as he moved his body between your legs lifting one foot from the floor and putting it over his shoulder.
He gave you a swift wink before grabbing the other leg and putting that over his other shoulder. His hands on your hips to steady you he stood with you on his shoulders, Bracing yourself hands on the ceiling you let out a surprised yelp.
His teeth meeting the inside of your thigh. “Oh yes, Daryl!” you groaned. He turned his face nipping your other thigh before hungrily staring down his main target.
His tongue darted out of his mouth resuming its earlier attack on your aching clit, “Ahh please Daryl!” You begged as you felt your self building straight back up instantly.
Your walls were clenching tighter and tighter desperate for this knot to be unwound. Arching your chest, your head hitting against the wall a squealing moan escaping your chest as he nibbled softly on you.
Your breaths getting deeper as you got close again. And just like the other two times he pulled his mouth away. Manoeuvring you off his shoulders into his strong arms before dropping you back to the ground.
Your pleasure quickly turning into a frustrated rage. “What the fuck Daryl!” You swiped your arm at him trying to hit him in the chest, Catching your arms lazily he smirked at you not saying anything.
You could feel the tears of humiliation springing back to his eyes, turning away from him you wrapped your arms around your naked body. He had to be messing with you, This was cruel and if you were honest kind of painful.
“Get the fuck out” you yelled towards the wall not wanting him to see just how frustrated you were.
As his arms reached out for you, You felt the shift in his mood. At first you tried to shrug him away but he persisted pulling you into his chest. Leading you back to the bed he lay down next to you.
Still not saying a word he kissed you again sweetly this time. Letting you open back up to him as he slowly crawled back over to you, Nudging your knees open his mouth still on yours as he entered you again.
You looked at him nervously as he moved slowly not wanting to ignite that heat again, Worried he was going to take it from you again.
Hearing the deep moans coming from his throat as he kissed you, You allowed yourself to just enjoy the moment. He felt so good.
Every thrust was slow and deep, Filling you so completely like no one else ever could. He knew just how much you loved the slow torture. Moaning back for him you could feel your walls clenching down again.
Separating your lips you tried to control your high and calm your body down. Daryl watched as you squirmed, your chest heaving with your deep breaths.
Bringing his nose to your hair nuzzling it slightly before whispering “Cum for me Y/N” His eyes meeting yours, You prayed he was being sincere as you couldn’t hold it back much longer.
His hand coming up to your chest tweaking your erect nipples as he started to move faster in you.
“Oh fuck! Daryl” You whined, Your entire body feeling on fire as your every nerve responded to his words and actions. You felt a different type of pressure build in your groin, It was the sweetest pain you had ever felt.
Your body started to violently shake as it felt like lightning was ripping through your heat.
That’s when you felt it, It was like you had been paralysed as Daryl pulls out quickly replacing his throbbing cock with his fingers again.
Curling them back up to your g-spot his other hand palming your clit.
“OH FUCKKKKKK” you screamed as the first wave exploded through you. You could feel the waves of wetness exploding from you. Staring at Daryl incredulously he looked just as surprised as you did at your squirt.
You didn’t know what the fuck was happening to you all you knew was that it was the most incredible feeling you had ever had.
It seemed never ending as arc after arc of juices spilled out of you hitting his chest, His groin and soaking the bed. Pushing his desperate cock feverishly back into you, He hit into you harder than before.
Your juices were still leaking around him as he cried out. “Holy Fuck Y/N! I love ya,Yer fucking incredible!”
Your orgasm still ripping through you “Ah fuck Daryl!!!” You screamed as you felt it hit its highest point before your body started to slowly climb down.
“Ahhhh Y/N. Fuck” He cried out again as you felt him explode deep into you, You didn’t have the cognitive ability to comprehend what he had just said as you were clinging to his neck like you had just survived a tidal wave.
Not sure how long you had both stayed that way you felt as the sheets under you turned freezing cold from your juices.
Daryl moved off from you then pausing to kiss your forehead. Collapsing at the side of you it took him a few more minutes of deep breaths to compose himself. Both just lying there in stunned silence.
“That was…” He mumbled. “Incredible” you finished still seeing stars.
Turning to place a loving kiss on your lips. Your brain finally starting to work again.
“Wait….Daryl did you say…?” He pulled an arm over his face, his cheeks glowing red.
“Yah and what if i do?” He asked you slightly angrily.
“You don’t Daryl, If you did you wouldn’t have left like you did” You could feel the pain returning to your chest, All those months pining after him not able to eat or sleep with his absence.
“I do Y/N I just didn’ deserve ya, Didn’ want ya to fall for someone like me when you could have someone better for ya, Someone like Him” His arm still draped across his face not looking at you.
This was the most you had ever heard him talk about his feelings, Lifting yourself just enough off the bed to move upwards to his eye level you moved his arm away from his face making him look at you.
“I don’t want someone like him, You’re the best there is. I wanted you, And you broke me”
He looked at you guiltily “It damn near broke me too Y/N” He whispered.
The silence was awkward now, Giving you a small smile “We should uh get cleaned up, Didn’ know ya could do that….” he joked motioning at the juices still covering his chest. He got up and you tried to follow your legs instantly, going weak before you hit the floor. He caught you with a chuckle.
Pulling you in his arms he kissed you passionately moaning into his kiss you pulled back “I didn’t know i could do that either, Can we do it again?” You asked innocently, your eyes still closed.
He sighed heavily “I want to do that every fucking…Day” He growled you felt his member stir between you.
Carrying you to the shower and turning it on he set you down on your feet before taking you again and again. When you finally both came up for air you washed each other off and went back to the bedroom changing the sheets quickly and sinking into a happy blissful sleep with his arms wrapped around you tightly.
Waking up the next morning you were surprised to find the bed cold when you reached out next to you. Grumbling you opened your eyes searching for him, Eyes locking on him as he was pacing by the end of the bed fully dressed.
“Morning sugar” You grinned seeing him still with you,
“Good mornin Beautiful” He whispered. You let yourself bask in the happy morning glow.
“Y/N…..Y/N ‘M so fuckin sorry. ‘M gonna go just waited till ya wer awake, Needed ya to know how sorry i am” His voice full of emotion, He had glanced over to you occasionally not meeting your eyes.
You looked at him quizzically “Why are you sorry?”
Coming and kneeling at the side of the bed, He grasped your hand desperately in both of his.
“Ya know why Y/N I…..uh…..I” Stammering his words, his chest rising heavily, his grip on your hand starting to feel painful.
“I fucking forced ya!” You heard the emotion run over now as the sobs racked his body.
Not sure how to respond to this, You had to admit it sure started out that way but if you were being completely honest you had loved how rough he was with you, How much he needed you. The jealousy that overtook his whiskey addled brain.
He stood ripping his hands off you which brought you back to reality.
“I’ll go, I’ll leave ya don’ have ta see me again Y/N ‘m so sorry”
“Noo!!” You half screamed throwing yourself up from the bed and towards him completely forgetting about your state of undress.
Your hands gripping at his vest desperately, “No please! Daryl Please!! Don’t leave me i won’t survive it again, You can’t leave me” You were begging now trying to get his eyes to meet yours.
He finally gave in seeing the pain on your face. You shivered slightly and he immediately wrapped you in his arms holding you to his chest, His heart pounding in time with yours.
“But i…i….i hurt ya Y/N, I fuckin hurt ya.”
“No you didn’t Daryl. Look at me i’m fine! I’m ok! Please don’t leave! I just got you back”
“I am lookin at ya!” He growled. Pulling you towards the bathroom he pushed you in front of the mirror. “Look!!” He half yelled.
Letting a sharp gasp escape as you looked at your appearance. You were covered in bruises. There were clear finger marks on your neck, Marks from his teeth there too.
Looking down the bruises trailed across your hips with a few on your thighs.
After assessing them for a moment and determining that none of them actually hurt, The longer you looked the more you remembered about how those bruises got there. Biting your lip you turned to look at him.
Wrapping your hands around his waist, “Daryl really i’m ok! I bruise super easy, they look worse than they are, I promise. You didn’t hurt me.” Your voice dropping to a whisper “I want a repeat of last night, It was incredible” Feeling your cheeks flush you saw him looking at you incredulously.
Pulling away from him slowly you walked backwards towards the bed keeping your eyes on him, You could see the internal struggle as he internally fought with himself.
“C’mere baby i need you” You purred. Grinning as you saw the better side of him win, He rushed over covering your body with his kissing you feverishly, Lying you much more gently on the bed this time. Moaning into his mouth when your tongues met.
This man was a 100 different types of perfection, His clothes hitting the floor desperate to feel your skin on his again.
“For fuck sake!!!!” you whimpered as someone started knocking on the door. Panic in your chest as you tried to remember if you locked the door. Daryl stood quickly pulling his jeans back on swiftly.
“Y/N? Y/N you okay love?” He called through your locked front door.
Sitting up quickly and pulling the blanket around your chest hiding your body from his view.
You hand covering your mouth it was Spencer, God he couldn’t find you like this. You felt tears spring to your eyes as you realised the depth of your betrayal.
“Oh god, What am I going to tell him, He’s such a good guy and I did this. I’m scum!”
Daryl scoffed “He ain’t a good guy Y/N and yer aint scum, Yer worth ‘undred of him!”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly what i said, He aint a good guy. Yer don’t wanna hear it Y/N”
Pulling the blanket tighter around your body
“Don’t tell me what i want to hear, Tell me now!”
Daryl looked completely away from you running his hand through his hair, his other hand balling into a fist.
“He had a bet Y/N, Him and that asshole brother of his, On how long it would take him to bed ya, Said he were gonna let his brother have ya when he was done. Ta up the stakes he bet he could make ya fall in love with him first…” He trailed off his anger palpable.
The shock evident on your face, You had trusted him, Thought he had really cared but you were just a bet to him? Fuck this!
Daryl was hot on your heels as you ran full speed down the stairs and to the door. Ripping it open Spencer had just hit the bottom step as you appeared.
“Hey baby…” Looking from your face to the blanket wrapped around your naked body. He took the steps back two at a time. “Mmm should i join you” He winked. Stopping just before the door he took in your appearance.
The amusement dropped from his face as he saw the bruises “Babe what the hell happened? Are you ok?”
Letting the fury show on your face you pushed the door open wider revealing the shirtless Daryl behind you “Yeah im great! Sorry you’re too late asshole, Guess you lost the bet huh?” You spat with as much venom as you could.
Daryl took a protective step towards you now as Spencer got closer.
“What the fuck Y/N what the fuck is he doing here? Did he do that?”
Raising your voice so the crowd gathering on the street could hear. “Don’t fucking start Spencer! I know all about your little bet!! You were going to trick me into falling for you, Fuck you and then hand me off to your brother? Who the fuck do you think you are? You and your brother can go fuck each other.”
Humiliated Spencer snapped his false demeanour vanishing “So you let the dirty old Redneck fuck you eh? You really will fuck anyone won’t you!” Glancing between you and Daryl. Daryl moving forward and wrapping an arm around you ready to move you out of the way if this got any worse.
“You can keep the bitch, She’ll have fucked half the town soon enough Buddy. Just what Alexandria needed a whore who will drop her pants for anyone if they give her a drink, Tried to fuck me last night too had to pry the dirty bitch off” he spat.
You couldn’t have held him back if you had wanted to, Daryl had flung himself at Spencer knocking him down the steps onto the street and straight on his ass. Straddling his hips he rained blow after blow, blood pouring from Spencer’s face a mess of blood when Rick and Abe finally managed to pull him off.
Yelling at Spencer who was starting to get up timidly looking like he was about to hide behind his mother.
“I ever hear ya talk about Y/N that way again i’ll fuckin kill ya! Ya fuckin hear me!!! Yer or yer fuckin dumbass brother so much as look at my woman again they’ll be no savin ya!”
Pulling himself out of Rick’s and Abe’s grasp for a moment he threw a hard kick in the direction of Spencer’s head.
“Daryl Stop!! He’s not worth it!” Your voice shaking as you tried to get Daryl’s attention, placing your hand gently on his cheek he stopped fighting.
“I ain’t lettin him talk to ya like that Y/N!” He almost whined trying to excuse himself.
“I know baby, But it’s ok he aint worth it! You taught him his lesson, I love you, I’m yours! Let’s go back inside!” Very aware now of all the eyes on you both, You still in just a blanket and Daryl only in his Jeans.
Daryl’s eyes softened pulling away from Abe and Rick again he pulled you to him.
“I love ya Y/N Ya are mine and now all these pricks know it” He half chuckled.
“C’mon, I’d like to get back to our earlier activities before this prick interrupted” Giggling as his eyes grew dark. Throwing a dirty look at Spencer you let Daryl throw you over his shoulder, His arms clamped around the blanket to cover your body.
He ran with you back up the stairs. You heard as Abe guffawed letting out a wolf whistle as Daryl slammed the door behind you both, Moving to the curtains he slammed them shut.
As he turned back to you, You dropped the towel swaying your hips as you walked over to him.
“Show me how your’s i am Daryl” You purred forgetting all about the incident just moments ago.
Your bodies collided, He showed you every spare moment he had just how much you belonged to each other, You couldn’t have even dreamt of how happy you were together. Spencer never hassled you again not even looking in your direction after that day, Much to Daryl’s amusement.
His group had accepted you as family instantly. Never once questioning your love just embracing it.
Even though the situation that brought you both back together hadn’t been ideal you couldn’t help the grin on your face every time he drank whiskey.
Finally finished a Daryl one shot request! I’ve merged 3 requests together in this one! hope the original requester’s Don’t mind! As it’s 3am now I’m going to edit it and post tomorrow!
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Request: maybe you could do one where female reader has feelings for Daryl. And one Day Daryl brings an injured girl from the woods to the prison and becomes really close with her, which hurts the readers feelings. Also make the ending of your choice
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When the end came you were stuck in your car on the interstate, It looked like everyone was heading towards the safe zone in Atlanta set up by the government, You could only cry tears of horror when you saw them blow the city up.
Gratefully you had found a group of like minded people to group up with setting up a camp near a quarry.
It was there you first saw him, He was gorgeous with his ruffled brown hair and dazzling blue eyes. The more you saw him the more you find yourself staring watching the way his long sinewy muscles moved in his arms when he lifted his crossbow. Hell even when he was skinning animals covered in blood and gore, He was gorgeous. You couldn’t understand why someone like him was here with well the complete opposite to him
Ugh his brother Merle, Loud and irritating Merle. You had tried for a few weeks to get closer to Daryl with Merle blocking you at every opportunity.
The first words the man ever spoke to you were “Heyyyy Sugartits, Wanna join me tonight and get our rocks off”
You had to admit even as hard as it was watching Daryl in pain when his brother had been left behind you couldn’t say you weren’t at least a little grateful.
Unfortunately it was at this point Daryl went into himself, Only really speaking when spoken to, Even then you were lucky to get a grunt out of him.
When you’d found the prison he had slowly started to come out of his shell again, He didn’t seem to mind so much when you came to sit with him, Slowly he had started to let you in.
It started with small conversations seemingly about nothing, That was until he woke you one night. You had a particularly bad nightmare, You saw the bombs, The walkers coming through the trees and your sister being eaten alive.
You were kidding yourself to think you would ever get over it, It had always been just you and her. Your parents were good for nothing and she had raised you taking the place of both of them even though she was only 9. She had died saving you, The walker had been inches from tearing out your throat when she had dived in the way. It was a debt you could never repay.
Night terrors were something you had gotten used to, Your sister used to wake you from them most nights, But to the best of your knowledge you hadn’t screamed out before.
You were screaming her name when Daryl had woken you shaking you roughly, You felt the cold beads of sweat running down your face, Your body on fire and instantly alert looking around the room hoping to see her walk through the door and comfort you.
When she didn’t you let your body sag sobbing holding your head in your hands. You had felt those arms then, The ones you had always fantasised about. Finally holding you. Melting into him you let yourself cry. Cry for all the loss of life you had suffered, Cry for the life Megan could have had if it wasn’t for you. You were to blame if it wasn’t for you she wouldn’t have become a mother so young and she would probably still be here.
Finally when your sobs had subsided you looked up into his eyes.
“I’m so sorry, I’ve soaked your shirt” You admitted embarrassed. You had liked to pretend you were stronger than this, Especially in front of him, You didn’t want him to see you as a weakling.
“S’ok, Who’s Megan?” He asked earnestly.
“She was my sister” You croaked, It hurt hearing her name after so long.
“Ya never said bout her before, She go before or…?” He trailed off
“During, She saved me just before i met you guys” Wiping the fresh tears from your face, You choked back another sob that was threatening to spill out.
C’mon Y/N what had she always told you! ‘You’re a Diamond dear, They can’t break you’
You had used this quote throughout your life, You weren’t going to let her down now, You couldn’t disappoint her, You weren’t going to let this break you, You’d live for the both of you now.
Pulling yourself upright out of his arms “I’m sorry i disturbed you Daryl. I’m ok really. Thank you”
“S’ok, I was walkin by anyway when i heard you.”
He stayed while you pulled yourself back under the covers noticing you shivering now freezing under the thin blanket.
“Move over” He stated nudging his nose up at you. Moving closer to the wall you gave him enough space to lay with you.
“C’mere” Holding his arm out to you, You gratefully snuggled into his side feeling the warmth instantly flood through you, Your eyes instantly closing.
As you were falling asleep you thought you had felt his lips brush your hair, But sleep overtook you before you could question it.
When you woke the next morning he was gone, But you noticed another slightly thicker blanket covering you. It could have only been Daryl, Smiling as you pulled the material to your face smelling it.
Definitely Daryl you could smell his familiar musk all over it, You frowned slightly hoping he wasn’t giving up his own warmth for you.
Getting up you grabbed the blanket folding it neatly walking to Daryl’s Cell you found it empty. So you placed it neatly on his bed noticing that it did seem to be his only one.
Grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil from the small desk in the corner you scribbled a note to leave with it.
Deciding to leave it simple “Thank you” is all you wrote leaving on top of the blanket you left the cell hoping he wouldn’t catch you inside. As you grabbed your breakfast from Carol you sat outside in the morning sun spotting Daryl across the field, He seemed busy breaking up pieces of wood.
Watching him you felt yourself going into a daydream. It still felt like you were right there in his arms, His hot breath on your cheek, His beautiful blue eyes looking into yours like you were the only girl in the world. You imagined now what it would have been like to have those coarse lips push to yours, To have him pull you into his chest. To have your fingers explore that incredible chest.
You were broken from your daydream by someone shaking you, Groaning slightly you looked up to see him over you, Your face instantly heating up.
“Come with me” He grunted at you nodding towards the field. Silently you stood forgetting all about your breakfast now following behind him you made your way to the place he had been busy earlier.
He moved out of your way motioning to the ground in front of him, You watched him for a moment as he nervously pushed his hand through his hair.
“What’dya think Y/N” He asked breaking your reverie again.
Pulling your eyes from his, You looked down to see a small cross sticking out of the ground, Inspecting it closer you saw the words “Megan, Lovin Sister”
Your tears fell heavily from your eyes
“Oh shit, Y/N m’sorry didn mean to upset ya. Jus thought ya should have somewhere to remember her”
Taking the small step towards him you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him to you. He froze for a moment before reciprocating the embrace.
“You are so sweet Daryl, This means everything to me. Thank you, Thank you so much” Your voice heavy with emotion. You felt him fully relax now knowing you weren’t upset with him.
Not sure how long you had both stayed there he finally pulled away from you.
Running his hand over the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Well, I’ll uh let ya have ya time”
You nodded at him, turning back to the cross in the ground, kneeling down you ran your fingers over the words gently. Reaching under your shirt you pulled out one of the necklaces you wore hooking it over the top. You had taken this from her body once the walkers had cleared. You had the same one.
It was just a small silver heart on a silver chain, She had bought them for you both when you turned 10 and there wasn’t a day either of you had taken it off. You smiled seeing a piece of her there.
Standing you went back to your table finishing your breakfast with a smile on your face. As if you didn’t already have the biggest crush on Daryl Dixon. His thoughtfulness and how sweet he had been to you the night before were threatening to turn it into love. He was definitely someone you could see yourself falling for hard. If you weren’t already. Feeling your heart swell. Maybe you were.
Daryl had spent a few more nights with you after that night just laying with you sharing his warmth. He had to be the best hot water bottle you had ever had the pleasure of sharing a bed with. You hoped this had meant maybe he might feel something more than friendship for you.
Guys didn’t just act like this for just their friends did they? You knew If you wanted this to progress any further you would need to take baby steps, He was like a fawn, If you moved too quick and he would dart away.
He seemed to always have a smile and a warm hug reserved for you, You watched as he lit up when you entered a room, Just as you always had for him.
The prison had started to run low on food, Which you knew meant Daryl would be going out on a hunting trip soon, The thought bothered you. He always went alone and it would leave you holding your breath until he returned.
Like he had read your mind he came to you then giving you a short hug when you held your arms out for him.
Once you had separated he looked at you seriously “Gotta go out, Should only be a day or two” He handed you the blanket he had been carrying.
“Stay warm ok?”
“What about you? Your going to need it out there in the cold”
He shrugged “Nah ill be fine, Don’t want it getting wet”
You nodded sadly at him.
Following him out to the gate watching as he pulled a poncho from the bike pulling it over himself before slipping his crossbow over the top.
You couldn’t stop yourself from throwing your arms around him again.
“Come back to me safe Daryl” You kissed the corner of his mouth before letting go.
He looked slightly awkward again as he nodded at you giving you a small smile before starting up his bike and taking off.
Watching with his blanket in your arms you hugged it to you as you watched him ride away until you could no longer see him.
Curling up in bed that night you used his blanket partially as a pillow hugging it into your chest smelling his scent imagining he was there with you.
He was late back, As you got on with the chores around the prison you found your eyes never straying too far from the gate, Getting more and more worried as the days went on.
It was on the fifth day you thought you saw something in the trees, When nothing else moved for a moment you tore your eyes away. There it was again what was that?
After a few minutes of waiting you saw him fully he looked exhausted, blood covering his arms.
In your relief at seeing him home you had completely glossed over the woman he was carrying. He seemed to be talking to her as her face was close to his, Her arms around his neck. Running forward you helped Carl open the gate.
Daryl didn’t seem to notice you there turning to Carl with the woman in his arms. He demanded “Get Hershel” , his voice harsh and urgent.
He stumbled slightly before regaining his footing. “It’s ok, I got ya” He murmured to the woman before taking off with her to the prison leaving you to close the gates alone.
Once the gate was fully secured you took off running after them, Walking into the block you heard the commotion before you saw it, Following the noise up the block you found them in the second to last cell.
Standing awkwardly at the door you watched as Daryl was knelt by her bedside holding her hand while Hershel looked her over.
You knew you had no right to feel the things you were feeling watching this, He wasn’t yours. You didn’t have any claim over him yet the jealousy at watching him hold onto someone other than you, Giving her the caring beautiful look you thought had been reserved for you. The jealousy was overbearing.
Shaking your head you tried to concentrate on your relief at seeing him back in one piece.
“Daryl…?” His eyes finally met yours now he gave you a small hasty smile before turning his eyes back to the woman lay in the bed.
Trying to get his attention again “Daryl..Can i see you for a minute?”
The woman in the bed pulled him to her now.
“No please you can’t leave me” While giving you a look of disgust.
He wrapped his arms around her “s’ok I’m here”
He didn’t even look at you now, You locked eyes with the woman, Now Daryl was in her arms she gave you a smug smile, feeling the tears building up behind your eyes, Turning on your heel you left running up the stairs to your cell.
Folding the blanket not really knowing why her smugly smiling at you had angered you so much.
You copied your action’s from the first night, Walking to his Cell you went inside intending to leave it on his bed.
Daryl found you there. Hurriedly he held his hand out for the blanket. Giving it to him he murmured a small thanks before heading away from you again back to that woman.
If you thought you were angry before this took the cake, You left through the closest door so you didn’t have to walk past them again.
You stayed away from both of them now, You watched as they took their meals together like you had, She was always laughing at something he said and touching him.
You watched as she pushed her body closer to his at every opportunity. Jealousy ripping through you, Before this you had been the only person he had let into his bubble, The only person who could hold him.
After around a week of watching him help her around with her twisted ankle. Playing the damsel in distress card. You had had enough of spending your days sullenly watching them from afar and crying into your pillow at night. You were so angry you had let yourself fall for him.
What would a man like that ever want with someone like you? When she was there, She was stunningly beautiful. You could see why he wanted her instead of you.
Letting your anger flow through you, You headed straight for the fence, Slipping in between Carol and Maggie you grabbed an iron bar and started stabbing every walker you could see.
After you had taken down 20 walkers within a few minutes Maggie grabbed your arm.
“Y/N everything alright?” Carol was also looking at you with worry.
“Just peachy…. Gonna go clear over there”
Walking away from the two you headed to an area of the fence where you could be alone, You cleared that area pretty quickly too moving on to the next part of the fence you finally let the angry tears fall.
This woman had been in your prison for 10 minutes before he’d already forgotten about you. Why did you let yourself fall for this man, Clearly he had just been being nice to you. You wracked your brain trying to think of a moment where he actually seemed to share your feelings.
He probably just thought of you as a friend but somehow that was worse, As you let your brain get distracted with him again you felt something grip on your hair.
Trying to pull your head away in panic a walker had managed to get his arm through the chain fence and was pulling you closer to him, Pulling harder now you felt as the walker ripped out a chunk of your hair, Fuck it hurt and you could already feel the blood coming down your scalp.
Angrily you pulled your knife from your belt stabbing him through the eye. You yelled “FUCK YOU” in his face.
It was like you were in a frenzy, taking down more and more walkers until you felt your arms were going to give in. Looking around there were only a few stragglers left, They were too far away to get with the bar.
Walking towards the gate you pulled your knife from your belt shouting to the man on guard to open the gate.
Running over to the stragglers you quickly took them down, Enjoying how good it felt to kick and punch at them now too. Taking a deep breath you whirled around when you felt someone behind you, Holding your knife aloft you came face to face with Carol.
“Woah Y/N It’s just me. You’ve done enough. Let’s get you inside to look at that head” Feeling the pain return now your adrenaline was wearing down you nodded and let her pull you back inside and up to the prison.
Walking into your Cell you finally took a look at yourself in the small mirror, You were covered head to toe in walker blood. Feeling your head go slightly dizzy you stumbled back taking a seat on the metal chair.
You heard Carol approach the Cell below, Where they were…
“Hershel, Are you busy?”
“Just about done here Carol, Your ankle seems to be all healed up now. Everything okay Carol?” He could see the blood on her hands from pulling you up here.
“Oh i’m fine! Its Y/N”
“Y/N?” You heard a panicked voice. Carol was shouting after Daryl trying to calm him down. In his haste to get to you he managed to tear the sheet you had been using for privacy fully down, You watched it fall to the ground as he took in your appearance.
He was on you in an instant, grabbing each of your arms and shaking you slightly your eyes still on the sheet on the floor refusing to meet his.
“Y/N! What happened? Where are ya hurt” Shaking you more urgently now “Y/N talk to me!”
“M’fine Daryl” You muttered. Herschel hobbled into the room then shooing Daryl away as he stood in front of you. Carol at his side.
“I think they got her head” She put her hand gently on your face revealing the still bleeding section of your scalp that was missing.
Carol held the rest of your hair out of the way while Hershel went about cleaning your scalp, Letting a hiss escape through your teeth as you felt the alcohol solution burn your head.
Hershel gave you a small smile muttering his apology before continuing cleaning it out. Pressing a clean bandage he wrapped it around to staunch the bleeding.
Peering down at you he asked if there were any other injuries, You shrugged looking at yourself you honestly weren’t sure.
Carol took over then “Let’s get you in the shower and we can get a better idea hmm?”
Groaning you were exhausted, Now your muscles were finally relaxing you could feel the burn running through them from the over exertion.
Stumbling to your feet you felt your knees give way before someone’s arms were suddenly around you. Looking up you saw Daryl pick you up carrying you bridal style towards the showers. As you got closer you tried to argue with him “Put me down Dixon” You spat “I can walk..”
“I’ll put ya down Y/N when we get there” He carried you straight to the stall. Putting your feet on the ground standing back and watching you grab the wall for support.
“Well are you just gonna watch or can i at least be allowed to shower alone?” You asked him, raising your eyebrow.
He looked embarrassed now turning around “I’ll uh go get ya a towel” He walked to the other side of the room and returned hooking the towel over the door.
“Should probably get one myself now ya’ve covered me in blood” He let out a small chuckle looking at you through his eyelashes, Looking for some kind of response.
Closing the door behind you, You turned away from him and turned the shower on letting it run over your still clothed body.
Daryl took the hint and walked to the other side of the block of showers stripping off and standing under the water himself.
When you heard his clothes hitting the side wall where he hung them you felt yourself blush.
You started burning up thinking about him only feet away from you full naked. What you wouldn’t have given to have x ray vision right about now.
Trying to concentrate on the task at hand you squeezed the water out of your clothes taking them off and letting them slap to the floor fully naked now. You thought you heard his breathing change, The room was silent except for the running water. His breathing was definitely deeper and sharper.
Without meaning to you let out a small whimper when the water hit your scalp soaking through the bandage and making it burn all over again. You heard the stall door behind you open.
“Y/N? Are ya ok?”
“Fuck… Daryl get out I’m Naked!”
You felt his hands on your shoulders, Your arms covering what you could of your body you turned to face him.
He was staring into your eyes looking for any more signs of pain “Are Ya ok woman?”
You nodded blushing when you saw that he was fully naked too. Averting your eyes picking a spot on the wall to stare at.
“Told ya i was fine, What do you care? You can leave now”
He froze for a second with his hands still on your shoulders. You could almost hear his mind turning. He was so close you could feel the water droplets reflecting from your skin to his, His warm breath on your face.
Your mind started going fuzzy while you were fighting with your eyes not to look at him.
One of his hands moved to your cheek, turning your head to face him. “I miss ya Y/N” he whispered as your eyes finally met.
You could feel your eyes going blurry with tears trying to stop them from slipping over, Daryl noticed this putting his thumb to the side of your eye wiping away a tear.
“I wanted to do this when i got back, But well ya know what happened”
He pushed his lips to yours gently, It was your turn to freeze. Putting your hands on his chest you pushed him away from you.
“You need to leave, Your girl will be looking for you” Trying to hide the hurt in your voice.
He scoffed pulling you close again “Kat? She aint my girl. Ya are Y/N” he said confidently.
When you didn’t reply he mumbled “Well i thought ya would be….Thought it were obvious”
You looked at him nervously remembering how naked you both were again.
“Can we have this conversation when were not soo…..”
“Nah we can have it now Y/N. Did i read this wrong? Do ya not want me back?”
“I do Daryl, But i can’t compete with her..”
He chuckled slightly “There ain’t no competition Darlin, I couldn’t give a shit who was here, Ya would be the only one i’d see, Ya are the most amazing woman in the world”
You resolve crashed around you at his words, Pushing your face back to him and kissing him back finally!. Letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you close.
You let your arms fall from your chest pulling them up around his neck pulling him to you desperately now.
After a few minutes you broke away gasping for air. “You’re the only one for me too, From the second we met”
“I’m falling for you Dixon” You admitted nervously. He grinned at you widely before pushing his lips back to your mouth, He let his hands wander now he pushed them slowly from your face down your back to your waist.
You felt his cock growing harder the longer your embrace lasted. Soon it had sprung upwards and was resting on your stomach.
He looked embarrassed now, “I want ya Y/N That ok?”
“I want you too, I want to feel you everywhere, Touch me Daryl” You purred before kissing him hungrily.
After your permission he was like a man possessed, His fingers must have run over every inch of your skin, his lips following not far behind. He had left a few possessive marks down your skin on your neck.
You didn’t care, you wanted them all to see that you were his now. Fucking Finally!
Feeling his lips back at your neck with his hands on your ass he had turned you into a mewling mess. He moved his hands under your ass now pulling you upwards, By instinct you wrapped your legs around his hips feeling him throbbing now between you.
He pushed you gently against the divider between your stall and the next, You found yourself grinding onto him.
Loving the feeling of his arousal against your throbbing clit. You moaned into his mouth, you’re tongue desperately fighting with his.
He moved your hips away panting again “Ya sure Y/N? Ya need ta tell me now if not, I can’t fight this much longer”
“Mmm I’m sure. Stop fighting Daryl. I’ve waited too long, Take me…Pleasee… ”
He let a deep growl escape his throat as he positioned you over him sinking into you with one hit.
“Oh fuck!” You cried out feeling him slowly retreating out of you before slamming back in again.
He chuckled slightly “Shh Ya don’t want them to hear us”
Your head fell to his shoulder biting down to try and stifle the next moan ripping through your body as his pace increased.
Your hands in your hair gripping onto him tightly as you felt yourself unwinding with him, Pushing your head off his shoulder you arched your chest into his loving the sensation his huge cock was having on your tight pussy.
It only took a few more hurried thrusts before you both came undone in each other’s arms. Your lips met his again kissing him deeply while you rode out your high, He let out an animalistic growl as he came deep in you.
You stayed in each other’s arms for a few more minutes panting not wanting this moment to end. Tapping his shoulders and laughing “I think we should finish showering now there going to wonder what’s going on”
He groaned, putting you back on your feet, Grabbing the soap from the side.
He pushed his lips close to your ear, his gravelly voice sending more shivers down your spine.
“I was just double checking for walker bites…..” He started washing you in small circles before handing you the soap and letting you wash him.
Once you were both fully clean you looked around in panic “Shit… Don’t suppose you grabbed any extra clothes?”
He shook his head “Wait here” Drying himself quickly you watched sadly as he went and grabbed his pants pulling them on quickly throwing his shirt into the basket for washing and left.
When he returned he was wearing a shirt again and passed you a bundle of clothes.
“Really?” You asked looking at his button up shirt and boxers.
He grinned nodding eagerly “Yea, Really I’ve always imagined you in that shirt” He winked.
“Oh well if i’m making a dream come true Mr Dixon how could i say no” You winked back.
“Hurry up Carol and Hershel are lookin for ya” You sighed wishing you could stay here for the rest of the day with him wrapped in your own little naked bubble. Pulling the shirt on first. You slowly buttoned it up keeping your eyes trained on him as you swayed your hips slightly.
“Fuck girl, If ya don’t hurry up we aint gonna be leaving here” You giggled picking up his boxers bending over deeply pulling them over your feet. He was behind you now. He knelt down and kissed your still wet folds pushing his tongue inside for a second making you gasp with pleasure before pulling away grabbing the boxers at your feet and pulling them up.
“I needed ta taste ya… Mmm i’ll be havin that later” He growled in your ear before giving your ass a harsh slap. “C’mon the sooner we get this over with the sooner i can have that sweet pussy again”
You picked up your soaking clothes hoping you got most of the blood out of them earlier putting them in the basket with his. You would come back and grab both of your laundry later and do it yourself. You didn’t want Carol or one of the others to have to deal with it.
“Ready?” you asked, stopping at the door.
He pushed his lips to you once more, swirling his tongue lovingly in your mouth before letting you go, grasping the door handle and pulling you both out of your bubble.
As you both walked back onto the block you felt her eyes on you instantly glaring at your attire.
“Darrrryylll?” She whined running up to you both and slinging her arms around his neck ignoring you completely.
Fucking really! You gave him a look and continued walking through the middle of the block all eyes were now on Daryl and Kat behind you. Some looked at you sadly as you walked away clearly upset.
“Fuck sake, Gerrof Kat!”
“Why baby…Thought you’d want to take me somewhere….private now you’ve finished babysitting her..”
He called your name pushing her off you and running back to your side. Grabbing you by the hips he span you around into his arms.
Forgetting about the people watching he pressed his lips to yours “I’m yours Y/N, Ya said ya were fallin….Well i already fell, I fuckin love ya”
Grinning at him “Oh Daryl… I Love you too” He kissed you hungrily lifting you slightly off your feet in excitement.
Once you broke from the kiss Kat was glaring daggers at you, You gave her a smug smile. “You wanna take me somewhere private…Baby” You winked teasingly at him.
“Fuck yeah i do” Picking you back up bridal style again you passed Carol on the stairs.
“About time” She commented with a raised eyebrow and a knowing grin.
Giggling you let him pull you back into your Cell again putting you on the bed he turned taping the blanket back up.
“C’mere honey”
He made love to you again, Making sure from that day on wards that you would never question his love for you again.
Request:Just wanted to ask a fluffy Daryl!! It’s New Year and reader wants to kiss Daryl (who she started dating only some days ago) at midnight. He thinks it’s a silly tradition but she convinces him!! Please and thank you!!
Daryl was not the man who was a big fan of traditions, especially not with the way the world was right now.
He couldn’t care less about any traditions, holidays like Christmas for New Year’s Eve.
In Alexandria Rick wanted to at least have a little Christmas of their own, he invited everyone to his house and they even exchanged small presents, Daryl went along with everything that happened but he knew better than to get too comfortable.
He only went because of you, Because he knew you would be there he wanted to be there as well, and he did not regret that.
He wasn’t sure how you found such a dress, but he was not about to ask questions as you looked like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life.
After a couple of short conversations with you, he just knew you were the one for him, and he was also shared that his friends had a certain plan to get the two of you together. But he didn’t care about that he forgot about everything even the walkers outside as soon as you walked in with that beautiful red dress of yours.
He needed some fresh air after dinner so he went out to the porch and there he found you sitting in a chair drinking but you can only assume was wine. Out there on that porch is where everything happened, it’s where he was finally able to confess his feelings to you and the two of you became a couple. Of course, everyone was watching you from the windows and when you pulled him close to kiss him under the mistletoe everyone cheered inside.
And now came New Year’s Eve.
Another year went by in this hell, and Daryl didn’t see the point to celebrate that.
If you weren’t so excited, he wouldn’t even go to the party that the people were throwing around the neighbourhood.
You sold him that you wanted him to kiss you exactly at midnight but he wasn’t really fond of the idea. Although you definitely understood why he was behaving like this, you understood that there was nothing to celebrate about a new year coming but it was something that you always wanted to try and now that you finally had someone, someone you loved, you really wanted to.
Daryl didn’t have a choice, he just didn’t know about it yet.
You ended up not going to the others, you just headed over to Daryl’s so the two of you could have a quiet night. And that you did.
Maybe too quiet.
You were a bit bored but you didn’t tell that to Daryl. He did give you some nice alcohol which certainly helped your courage.
But you were still set on that kiss at midnight.
You were not about to force or trick him, you wouldn’t do that. So, you decided to talk to him and ask him why was he so against a little kiss. Not like during the last couple days you two didn’t kiss.
“I just think it’s stupid.” he said and you tilted your head at his answer.
“Why? Does it have to do with your past? Were you rejected or heartbroken? I don’t care if you were I’m o-“
“No, that’s not it. I’m just not a big fan of traditions like that in a world that is burning.”
“I know that but… if we forget holidays, traditions, what will be left? We won’t have anything just pain and misery.” Daryl never thought about it that way, you were completely right he was at a loss for words.
“I never-“ he didn’t know what to say you got him there.
You smiled at him, it was such a sweet smile. That smile always made his worries disappear, that’s why he fell in love with you in the first place, you had something that no one else had.
Then Daryl heard the others counting back.
10
9
8
He pulled you closer, looking you in the eyes, he didn’t speak, he didn’t have to.
7
6
5
You moved your arms around his neck as he moved his hands up your back.
4
3
2
He leaned down as you moved up, letting your lips meet.
1
Happy New Year!
The sweetest kiss, exactly at midnight.
Maybe this year will be better, maybe things will finally change for the better. And with you by his side, Daryl was sure they will.
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Requests are open! (I’ll be away this weekend but I’ll be able to post next week).
At the beginning of your relationship, Daryl wasn’t very physically affectionate.
Not because he didn’t want to touch you, but because he was rather inexperienced and didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.
He had never experienced being loved or loving someone else in that way, so it was nerve-wracking for him - he didn’t want to mess it up.
So you took things slow for the first couple of months - reserving hand-holding and kisses for when you were alone.
When Daryl became more comfortable in your relationship, he quickly came to realize that he loved being intimate with you.
The highlights of his day would be when you shared kisses or secret touches.
Since Daryl wasn’t really into PDA, he made sure to make it up to you when you were alone.
In private he was one of the most affectionate people you had come across (though he would completely deny it).
He loved to wake up before you, so that he could just hold your sleeping form in his arms.
Hereally loved hugging you.
He would sneak up on you in the morning when you were making breakfast and hug you from behind.
When you were reunited after being separated by long missions, he would scoop you up in his arms and spin you around in the air.
Daryl also loved your lips.
He loved how warm and soft they felt against his.
He loved the way moans would fall from them whilst he was deep inside you.
He loved how your lips looked around him when you sucked him off.
And most of all, he loved the way your lips would stretch into the most beautiful smile he had ever laid eyes on.
He liked to leave dark love-bites trailing along your neck for everybody to see. Despite not being into PDA, he still liked people to know you were his.
Kissing - lots of it.
He loved to share slow kisses as he made love to you first thing in the morning.
He loved the small pecks on the lips when you were in a rush.
He loved the heated, sloppy kisses you shared when he thrust deep inside of you late at night.
He loved to trail hot kisses along your trembling thighs.
He loved forehead kisses, cheek kisses and jawline kisses.
When it came to sex, it all depended on his mood.
He enjoyed slow, gentle love-making after a long day.
He also enjoyed fucking you, hard and fast in the middle of the night.
He made it a personal goal to get you to cum at least once a day, if not more.
Daryl also loved cuddling.
He liked to make sure you felt protected, so each night you would fall asleep wrapped in his strong arms.
He was usually the big spoon, but on particularly difficult days, he would be the small spoon.
Daryl was also really into acts of service and he was always there to help you.
He enjoyed going out hunting to make sure you ate well every day.
If you ever needed help fixing your car, he was there to help.
If you needed something specific on a run, Daryl would go to the damn ends of the earth to find it for you.
Though he would never tell you this, he would purposely place objects in high up places or tighten the lids on jars, just so you would ask him for help.
Overall, he would go to no end to make sure you were happy and safe.
