#daryl fics
warnings: allusions to past child abuse and abuse
Daryl could see something deep in your eyes, some recollection of something that was woven into the fabric of who you are as a person, and it made his chest ache. He ducked his head and pulled in slow breaths for a long moment, trying to find the right thing to say, how to thank you for something that so clearly had now sunk you back into unpleasant memories of your own.
The bloody gauze and leftover herbs you’d used on the wound on his back were scattered beside you still.
”Hey,” he drawled softly. You looked up at him, pulled from your dark reverie by the sound of his southern drawl. “Thanks fer—fer patchin’ me up. I know seein’—” he gulped, unable to even mention his scars aloud, “—it probably brings stuff back for ya…”
You gave him a sad smile. “Nothing to thank me for.”
”Look—we ain’t there anymore. We ain’t there…” he trailed off.
You nodded. “Yeah. I know. And hey—sometimes people with the worst past end up creating the best future. We’re working on that. Right?”
He nodded. “Right.” He tilted his head back toward the path. “C’mon. Let’s get home.”
Prompt: “Sometimes people with the worst past end up creating the best future.”
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Words:8,347
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Reader pronouns:she/her
Era: the Greene farm
Warnings: Language, violence, gore, attempted sexual assault, discussions of trauma, typical TWD
A/N: This is Part 1 of the new miniseries! This should be 2 or 3 parts total, and it’s kind of intense and a bit dark at certain points so heed the warnings ya’ll.
Summary: Y/N is considered quiet, standoffish, and even a bit odd by the group, but Daryl knows how much she does around camp to care for everyone. After a traumatic incident while searching for Sophia, Daryl starts to discover why Y/N is the way she is.Your name: What is this?
The group was all sitting around the low campfire, eating some breakfast. The two Greene girls came out with baskets in hand. Beth approached Rick and held hers out. “We have some more eggs for you all. Our hens lay more than we can eat,” she said.
Rick gratefully accepted them with an earnest look and a nod. “Thank you. That’s very kind.”
“And some potatoes,” Maggie offered. Lori grabbed her basket.
“Really, you all are being so kind. If there’s anything we can do to help around the place just let us know,” she said.
Beth was looking off into the distance at you sitting alone, away from the group, your back to the farmstead. “What’s wrong with her?” she asked, without really thinking.
“Beth!” Maggie scolded her.
“Well, I—I just mean she never eats with ya’ll. She seems like she’s always off on her own,” Beth explained, a little sheepish from her sister’s scolding.
The rest of the group was looking your direction now too, many of them asking the same questions in their minds.
“C’mon, now. That’s enough,” Maggie said. “Daddy needs help with the laundry.”
The group watched them head back to the farmhouse and Shane was the next one to break the silence. “It’s a fair question,” he said, chuckling to himself wryly, glancing back over his shoulder at you before leaning in to grab another helping of breakfast. “She hasn’t exactly meshed into the fabric of the group, has she?”
“Shane, give it a rest,” Lori said sternly.
Read the first three paragraphs and already an instant reblog. I’m a sucker for a quiet reader that gets Daryl to override his own introversion. Thank you so much for posting!
Ahhh!@amputated-spirit thank you so much! I’m so glad you like it! You can find the other parts of this miniseries and much more on my Master List !
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