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: 2.4 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N:I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
×
Another Ray of Sunshine
As if this whole problem with Hilltop wasn’t enough, Daryl can’t ignore how (Y/N) has been feeling unwell. Mostly in the mornings. She says it’s just nervousness, as they try to set a plan. But everything Rick comes up with, she points out the flaws. How Negan could thrive. So after three weeks, we’re still clueless. And she’s been taking it as her personal failure, something Daryl can’t seem to convince her otherwise.
“D?” She calls, soft footsteps on the stairs. “Please, don’t make scrambled eggs.”
Chuckling, he puts the eggs down, and then back in the fridge. “What’s yer the problem with eggs? Ya like eggs.” When he turns around, he finds her sitting on the table, seemingly tired.
“I don’t know. Every time I eat eggs I throw up.” She complains, and when she’s done saying it, (Y/N) clears her throat, shaking her head. “I mean–”
“You’ve been throwin’ up?” Daryl inquires, crossing his arms. That he didn’t know, and he’s quite mad she didn’t tell him. How is he supposed to look after her when she keeps things from him.
“Just once… Twice.” She quickly adds. “Look, I’m probably getting allergic to it.”
“Ya weren’t allergic before. How can ya be allergic now?” Making his way over her, Daryl touches her cheek, caressing her. Her bright eyes look into his, and a smile lights up her features.
“I don’t know.” She says, getting up and hugging his midsection. “I’m just anxious, that’s all. Time is running short and we still have no idea what to do.”
“We’ll figure it out. But ya have ta’ tell me when ya feel sick. So I can take care of ya.”
“D, I’m perfectly fine, I promise. It’s just some headaches and my stomach feels funny whenever I think too much about Hilltop. But I’m fine, I promise.” Batting her eyelashes, (Y/N) kisses him, just the way that makes him forget everything. “I promise I’ll tell you when I feel sick next time, alright?” She mutters when she pulls away.
Nodding, he looks down at there. “Alright.”
“Alright.” She repeats, smiling. “Now sit down and let me make you something for breakfast.” Pecking his lips, (Y/N) moves to the countertop.
There’s something in Daryl’s head, but he doesn’t want to think much about it. It brings up feelings he doesn’t know, way too many, and Daryl can’t understand what they mean. So he doesn’t think about it, and he won’t until he finds out if that possibility can even be considered. But he’ll ask the doctor about it because he needs to be sure.
Aaron’s small talk it’s what distracts you a little. He even gets a few giggles out of you, but you know why he’s doing it. And you’re thankful.
“What about you? What was the stupidest thing you’ve done in school?”
School. You barely think about it now. It feels like a different lifetime. “I had a huge fight with a teacher because she called one of my classmates dumb. He wasn’t dumb, he was just a bit slower than the rest but he was smart.” The memory makes you smile. “I ended up at the principal’s office, of course, and got suspended for three days. Father was quite surprised and laughed it out but mother was angry.”
“You barely speak about your mother.”
“I know. Negan’s heart breaks every time so I learned not to talk about her, only miss her.”
“Well, if you ever need to actually talk about her, I’m all ears.” He touches your arm, with that usual smile on his face. “I like hearing stories as much as I love telling them.”
“(Y/N). Aaron.” Someone calls and you both turn around, finding the doctor by the infirmary’s door. “How are you doing?”
“Great.” Aaron answers and you repeat.
“Good. But can I talk to you for a second, (Y/N)?”
“Sure.” Exchanging a stare with Aaron, you gesture for him to go inside with you. The doctor paces around before closing the door behind you. “Do you need anything? We can look for it or I can ask Negan if it’s urgent.”
“No, no. I just need to ask something.” Doctor Díaz crosses his arms, eyebrows furrowed. “It’s just that Daryl has been coming here. Two-three times a day for two days now. But he never asks anything, he just gets nervous and leaves. Is everything alright with him?”
“Yeah.” Shrugging your shoulders, you try to think about anything unusual about Daryl. If he was sick or wounded to the point of needing a doctor, you’d know. “I have no idea what it could be but–”
“I think he’s coming here again,” Aaron says suddenly, and you follow his gaze, seeing Daryl through the window, walking fast this way.
“Alright.” Grabbing Díaz’s arms, you look at him. “I’ll hide in the back. Try to make him say it, whatever it is.”
“I’ll try.”
“Ok. Come.” Grabbing Aaron’s arm, you pull him with you, hiding behind some shelves near the back door.
It doesn’t take much until you hear the door opening. “Hey, doc,” Daryl says, and Díaz mutters a response. “How’s everythin’?”
“Daryl, you’ve been coming here for two days, making the same question and then leaving. If there’s something wrong with you or (Y/N), just tell me so I can help.” Well, doc can’t be subtle, that’s clear.
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong. We’re fine. We’re both fine.” He says, but you know there’s something else. Something he’s not saying. “Jus’… I jus’ need ta’ know what are the… The symptoms of early pregnancy.”
There’s a buzz in your ears, as you look at the white wall across from you.
“The first thing women usually notice is the missed period. Then nausea, mostly in the morning, with or without vomiting.” You feel Aaron’s eyes on you, but you ignore it, crossing your arms. “Tender breasts. Some women start complaining about how their bra is compressing them. Fatigue, aversion to the food she once liked… The list goes on but those are the most common.”
“What if someone is feeling all those things?” Daryl asks, his voice filled with… Worry? Surprise? Fear? You can’t quite place.
“Well, there will be a new baby running around Alexandria in about nine months. Maybe even less.”
“Alright… Jus’ needed ta’ know.” You listen as he walks, heavy footsteps on the floor. “Don’t tell anyone anythin’.”
“I won’t, Daryl.” He assures, and when the door closes, you release a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.
“Whoa.”
“Shut up.” You burst out at Aaron, moving out of your hiding spot. “It could be anyone. Michonne, Carol, Rosita. Anyone.”
“I doubt he’d know about Michonne’s late period or Carol’s morning sickness or Rosita’s tender breasts.” The doc says, and when you turn to look at him, he’s handing you a pregnancy test. “I know it may be scary, but ignoring it won’t help.”
“I’m not pregnant, ok?”
“Then do it. Won’t do any harm.” Díaz says and takes the box from his hands, shoving it in your pocket and rushing out through the back door, taking a different path from Daryl.
“Wait up!” Aaron calls, but you don’t listen, keeping the fast pace.
“I’m not pregnant!” You repeat, running a hand through your hair. “It’s just not possible.”
“Are you two being careful?” He asks, making you blush. “There are ways you know? And we even have some con–”
“No, we weren’t being careful because…” Stopping, you look at Aaron, trying to control the tears that want to roll down. “When I was a kid, I had an accident on the playground. This metal thing impaled me, right above my womb and the doctor said it would be difficult for me to have kids. Not impossible, not risky, just very difficult.”
“Difficult is completely different from impossible.” Crossing his arms, he jerks his head left. “Why don’t you come to my place? Make the test and then you can work with what you get.”
After a while of silence, you nod, leading the way yourself.
•••
You never had trouble peeing. But peeing on that stick was a challenge. But once it was done, you stood before the mirror, waiting for the results. And now, looking at a plus sign, the tears come out, almost involuntary.
The next thing you do is throw the test out, leave the bathroom, and slam the door close.
“I don’t think I need to ask,” Aaron says, and before you can say anything, he embraces you. “Congratulations, (Y/N).”
You don’t even know what to say. There are questions in your head, thoughts rushing through it. You never considered this. You never thought this would happen.
And you don’t even know how Daryl will feel about it.
“This can’t be happening.” Pushing him away, you pace around. “This morning I wasn’t pregnant and now I am?”
“…That’s not how it works…”
“I know how it works, I just…” Taking a deep breath, you sit down on the edge of his bed. “How am I going to do this? We still need to find a way to keep Negan from taking more than Hilltop can give. We still have to find a way to stop him. And that means… That probably means killing him and… How am I going to raise a child in this world? I don’t even know if Daryl wants a baby. And the man already knows!” Lying back down, you cover your eyes with both hands. “Why does he has to be so attentive?”
“Let’s take it piece by piece.” Aaron lies down next to you, and you both start staring at the ceiling. “I think Rick is making this way harder than it has to be, that’s one thing. And you’re not going to raise the kid alone. You’ll have Daryl, who loves you. And haven’t you seen how he takes care of Judith? Don’t you think he might want a Little Ass Kicker of himself?”
“I don’t know…” Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. “What am I supposed to say to him? We weren’t trying. And he knows about the accident, so I’m sure he wasn’t expecting that.”
“(Y/N), you go home to your husband and tell him you’re carrying the very image of your love.”
Furrowing your eyebrows, you look at Aaron. “Damn it, that was poetic.”
He giggles, playfully punching your arm. “It’s true though.”
“Yeah…” Sitting up, you kick his leg. “Thanks, A. For everything. You’ve been an amazing friend.”
“I hope that grants me the title of Uncle.”
Rolling your eyes, you giggle. “Of course, A. I’ll go face my archer now.”
“Great.” Standing up from the bed, Aaron walks you to the door.
As you walk home, a lot of things go through your head. A lot of ways to say this. But nothing is good enough, and when you walk inside, you have no idea what to say.
When you hear a noise coming from your bedroom, you make your way upstairs. Daryl is seated on the bed when you get there, back resting against the headboard. Taking a deep breath, you lean against the door frame, and it takes no time until those blue eyes find you.
“Ya have headaches.” He starts, and you know exactly where he’s going. “Mornin’ sickness, yer period is very late and yer been complainin’ about–”
“About how my breasts are tender.” You finish off for him, looking down. “I was in the infirmary, Daryl. Hiding behind the shelves with Aaron and I heard everything. Doc gave me a test and I ran to Aaron’s place to do it before coming to speak with you.”
“…And?” He asks, hair hiding one of his eyes. It reminds you of the day you met him, naked and imprisoned. You never thought you’d fall in love with him, even though something lit up inside you at the sight of those eyes.
And you certainly never thought you’d carry his baby. “It’s positive.” You whisper, clearing your throat before repeating it louder. “It’s positive.”
Then, silence. Dead, cold silence until Daryl moves. Fast and abruptly, coming to the door. Your heartbreaks, but you find it in your to just move out of the way. But when you do, he changes direction too, and instead of leaving, as you were expecting, he embraces you tightly against his chest. You finally breathe, allowing the tears to roll down.
“I’m sorry. I never thought–”
“I promised I’d take care of ya. And I will.” Daryl says, pulling away just enough to look down at you. “And I’ll extend that promise to… Our baby.” His voice breaks a little, and you caress his cheek.
You know what he’s thinking. “Wanna know why I’m sure you’re not going to be like your asshole father?”
“Why?”
“Because you’re nothing like your asshole father, Daryl Dixon.” Smiling, you push his hair away, just to have a better look at his eyes. “I know it’ll be hard. It’s new for both of us but I’m one hundred per cent sure you’ll be an amazing dad. Because you’re an amazing man and an awesome husband.” Taking his hand, you place it on your stomach. “This baby is the very image of our love. A piece of both of us. It’ll be a crazy child, we gotta be ready for it.” Giggling, you sigh. “But it’ll be strong like you. And caring, and loyal, and–”
“And gentle, like you. Fierce and brave. Another ray of sunshine.” He bends over, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “We’ll make it work. You and I.”
“You and I.” You repeat, smiling. “…And all the uncles and aunts this kid will have.”
Pairing:Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.3 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!!
×
Hilltop
She didn’t know they were friends with Hilltop. Daryl did mention another community at some top, but (Y/N) never made the link. And, knowing his wife well, he knows she’s nervous.
Maggie is there, the person who lost the most.
Daryl tried to ease her heart. Maggie is fierce, but she’s fair. She’ll come around once she sees who (Y/N) really is. The whole group is warming up to her, day after day, and soon enough they’ll be her family, completely. They’ll love her, as he does.
“Yer alright?” He asks for the third time, as she comes to stand next to him. (Y/N) left Alexandria on Daryl’s bike, but she was so nervous that she had to stop and go to one of the cars.
“I will be.” She mumbles, holding Daryl’s hand.
The gates are pulled open and the small group walks inside. It’s just the two of them, Rick, Carol, and Rosita. The others stayed to look after Alexandria. “I’ll get ya something ta’ eat.” She didn’t have breakfast, and despite knowing people can skip a meal without dropping dead, Daryl worries.
“I’m fine, Daryl, I promise. I just deal better with this situation with an empty stomach.”
“I’ll take ya ta’ Maggie soon. Ta’ end the tension once and for all.” He wishes he could make her skip this whole thing, but it’s impossible. Whenever (Y/N) suffers, he suffers too. But if he can’t free her from the confrontation, he’ll be there with her, doing whatever he can to make it easier. “Ya will see that–”
“Jesus!” She suddenly says, giving Daryl a happy look before running forward, and much to his surprise, she jumps in Jesus’s arms, who happily hugs her back. “It’s been so long!”
“Hello again, little (Y/N).” He says, putting her down. “I could barely believe when Rick told me you’d be coming here.”
“I know, right? Daryl here kept talking about some community at some top but I didn’t make the connection.” Daryl walks over them, nodding at Jesus.
“Hey, man.”
“Hello, Daryl. How have you been?”
“Fine.” He mutters, eyeing (Y/N) down. It’s not that he’s jealous, he just can’t help the thoughts that run through his head. (Y/N) chose him, but even so, he knows she could do better. Jim would certainly be a better match, all easygoing and stuff. And so would Jesus, he knows now. But when he feels her hand on his again, these thoughts start to vanish.
“Wanted to make you a surprise, D. Jesus and I are somehow friends.” She explains, those bright eyes set on him. “We met one day when I found him sneaking into the Sanctuary a few years ago.”
“This chick got me scared as hell.” He laughs. “But ever since she has been helping us.”
“Is that so?” (Y/N) still impresses him, every day. When he thinks he knows everything about her, something new comes. He never thought she helped Hilltop as well, and that makes him proud. Indeed, she is a ray of sun in the darkness that has fallen on the world.
“Yup. Mostly medication when they need it. Just small stuff.”
“The small stuff saved people’s lives in here.” He nods, looking at something behind them. “Rick, my friend. It’s good to see you.”
“Jesus. How is Hilltop doing?”
“Surviving, as always.” Jesus raises his eyebrows, gesturing at both Daryl and (Y/N). “I was going to ask, but I see that what Rick told me is true. You two got together to keep Negan off Alexandria.”
“We did. The city is off-limits to him and all of his minions.” She says, and they all start following Jesus to Gregory’s mansion.
“Wait.” He says, holding (Y/N) back. “Rick, why don’t ya update Jesus and hear what the problem is. I’ll show (Y/N) around.” Daryl says, and when Rick nods, he starts pulling the girl with him.
“Daryl, wait.” She says when they’re far enough, making him stop. “I’m not ready. I-I don’t want to face her. Can’t I just avoid her?” Her voice is weak, and Daryl sees as she caresses her thighs before crossing her arms. It’s as if she’s tying herself up not to go back there. Not to hurt herself again.
“Ya can’t run away from this. I know it’s hard I jus’ want ya ta’ get over with this ‘cause I know that if ya don’t, it’ll keep haunting ya.” He knows her. He knows she needs to get things done. To clear her name with people. “Trust me. Maggie will come around with time.”
(Y/N) pulls Daryl close, resting her head on his chest. “My father killed her husband. Orphaned her baby. How can I–”
“So this is her.” A voice says, and he can feel as (Y/N) gets tense. Placing a kiss on top of her head, he wraps an arm around her waist, to make her feel secure. Turning to look at Maggie, he offers her a small, quick smile.
“Yeah. Maggie, this is (Y/N), Negan’s daughter. (Y/N), this is Maggie.”
Your stomach feels weird as you stare at the woman. You can’t read her face, so you have no idea what she’s thinking. “Hi.” You whisper, barely hearing your own voice.
“Is it true?” She says, walking closer. When the wind blows, you notice that her belly is already a little swollen. “That you and Daryl got together to keep Alexandria off Negan’s hand?”
“Yes.” You nod, and if it wasn’t for Daryl’s arm, you feel like you’d fall. “It started as a fake relationship. Then I asked Negan to make me the head of Alexandria, so nobody could take anything from there, and, Mmm… Nobody raids Alexandria anymore.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah.” Biting your lip, you can’t help but remember all the things you heard about Glenn’s death. How the Saviours, your father included, laughed at how his eyeball popped out. At how his pregnant wife cried.
Your legs suddenly fail, and Daryl’s arm is what holds you up. “Hey. Yer ok?”
“Yeah…” You mumble, a hand on your stomach. “I’m just a little dizzy.”
“Ya gotta eat somethin’.”
“I’m sorry, Maggie.” You say because you can’t help it. You can’t help feeling guilty, you can’t help the tears that started filling your eyes. “If I was there, i-if I knew… I could’ve stopped it. I know I could’ve because I’d never let my father do something like that. I’m sorry he’s such a monster. I’m so, so sorry.”
“Don’t be.” She says, crossing her arms. “I’m a reasonable woman, and I won’t blame you for your father’s mistakes.”
That takes you by surprise, and you gasp, catching your breath. “Thanks…” Holding on to Daryl, you wipe a tear that escaped.
“But you must know that we’ll take him down. And I’ll kill Negan myself if I have the chance. And I won’t change my mind, no matter what.”
She’s the second person to say this, but you understand. You know Negan must be dealt with, sooner or later. And there’s no other way to end his tyranny. “I know.” You love your father, but you must agree. He can’t be stopped if not by death. “I know.”
“Come. I have half a pie you can eat.” Maggie invites, and you look at Daryl before nodding.
As you eat apple pie in Maggie’s house, or better saying, Maggie’s trailer, you can’t help but feel relieved. These people are reasonable, and despite being very careful as this world demands, they’re not like the Saviors. You’re happy Maggie doesn’t seem to hate you, despite keeping a certain distance. Time, says Daryl. With time they’ll see you’re not like your father. And since you’re not going anywhere, you have plenty of time.
When you’re done with the pie, Maggie goes with you to the mansion. By the tone of her voice talking about Gregory, it’s clear she doesn’t like him. And you know why. He’s disgusting, weak, and will step on everyone in this community to stay safe. You despise him.
“Let’s see what the hell is goin’ on,“ Daryl says, but instead of following him and Maggie inside Gregory’s office, where the group is, you stop.
It’s quite obvious what’s happening. You noticed how people out there are working hard, walking fast, looking anxious. It’s obvious. “I know what’s going on.” You say, looking at Daryl. “The Saviors want more, don’t they?”
“Yes.” Maggie answers. “And we’ll starve if we give then the percentage they’re asking for.”
“You two go. I have to think.” Tiptoeing to kiss Daryl’s lips, you give him a reassuring look.
As they get to the office, you decide to explore the house, going upstairs. This is huge, a lot of people could live here, but of course, Gregory has it all to himself.
On the second floor, you find a library, with a couch set before a door that leads to a balcony. Going for the door, you open it, breathing in the fresh air.
“Running from the meeting too?” Jesus asks, and you turn around, letting go of the doors after pulling them further open.
“No need to hear what I know.” Shrugging your shoulders, you sigh. “What I need is to think about a strategy because I can’t put on another fake relationship. First, because Negan wouldn’t believe it, and second because Daryl and I are together. Like, for real.”
“That I noticed.” Jesus drops to the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table. “They want seventy-five per cent of everything. If we give it to them, we’ll starve. We’ll die.”
“And let me guess, Gregory accepted it without thinking twice.”
“Exactly.”
“You should run Hilltop.” Walking to the couch, you sit next to him. “I already told you that.”
“Won’t make any difference if the Saviors keep taking what we have. If they keep threatening us.”
“I know…” Rubbing your temples, you sigh. “God, coming here got me sick or something.”
“Because of Maggie?”
“Mhmm.”
“I can make you some tea. To help with the headache and make you relax a bit.” He says, already standing up.
“Thanks.” You’d decline the offer, but since it could be of some help, you let him go.
When you’re alone, you go to the balcony, watching the people down there. They do look anxious, and you have to find a way to help them. And that means you have to find a way to keep Negan off this community too. But how? Asking him to give you this place too? They need the stuff they steal from this place, so there’s no way they’ll just stop. For that, the Sanctuary would need to start planting on their own. And you don’t think they’d do that.
“Here it is.” Jesus comes back after a while, handing you over a mug with hot tea. And you still have no idea what to do.
“Thank you.” You mutter, but when you bring the mug close to your mouth, the sweet smell reaches your nose and it makes you feel even sicker. “What’s that?”
“Lavender. Why?”
“Ugh.” Giving him back, you cover your mouth with a hand. “Sorry. My stomach has been weird ever since this morning.”
“All this because you were scared to face Maggie?”
“My father orphaned her child. Of course, I was nervous.” Jesus puts the mug on the coffee table before joining you on the balcony.
“You have to–”
“(Y/N).” You immediately recognize Daryl’s voice, turning around and finding him coming to the balcony. “We’ll need your help.”
“I know. I just don’t know what to do.” He comes closer, and you hug him, resting your head on his chest.
“We’re heading back home to come up with a strategy. Negan gave them a month, so that’s how long we have.” He caresses your hair, and you see through the corner of your eyes as Jesus leaves you alone with Daryl. “But we’ll need ya. Ya know him, his way of thinkin’. Yer the only one who can make somethin’ big work.”
“With something big, you mean taking him down, don’t you?” Raising your head, to look into his blue eyes.
“I do, Sunshine.” He doesn’t seem like he’s happy about it. But he should. Taking Negan down means he won’t be able to hurt anyone else or turn people’s life miserable. “M’ sorry. I know ya love him.”
“I do… But I know this can’t continue. Negan always wants to expand. So that means he’ll keep looking for communities, taking over, and making his empire of terror grow. We can’t allow that.”
Bending over, he kisses you, slow and sweet before pulling away. “We can’t.”
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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True Love
“Lower your weapons and open the gate.” You shout a little cold from the damp hair on your back and the cold morning air. Of course, they all look at you. Some wondered what the hell are you doing. But you eye Rick as you walk over him. “Trust me.” You tell him, taking the gun from his hands. He nods, and the gates are open.
On the other side are three trucks and around twenty men, heavily armed. And you do know them. They’re just another group under your father’s hand, who are allowed to keep doing their stuff if they keep giving Negan half of everything they get.
But that doesn’t matter. What matters now is that you know them. And they know you. “Hello there, Mark. You ruined a perfectly good morning.”
“P-princess?” Mark, the leader, stutters. He, like all the others, already put their guns away. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Do you really think I have to answer to that?” Stepping forward, you walk over them, outside the walls. You see the group moving with you, not only Daryl.
“No, of course not.” He mumbles.
“On your knees.” You tell him, and your order is immediately obeyed. You hate this, but you need to make them believe you’re who they think you are. For the city’s safety. “Listen up.” Raising your voice, you pace around, as the others get down as well. Stopping behind Mark, you touch both his shoulders. You know how to scare people, how to intimidate them. You’ve seen Negan doing that way too many times. “Alexandria is mine now. And that means you’ll leave it alone and spread the news to any other jerks you meet out there.”
“Negan himself told us we can raid.” Another man speaks, and you see him standing up. You don’t know that one, and by the tone, he’s using, he just joined the group. “As long as we give him half of what we get.”
“Things changed and now the Princess lives here.” Slowly, you walk around, getting closer to the man. “You can either lower your head and accept it or… Well, there’s no other way, is there? You have to do what Negan says or you die. Painfully.”
He laughs, looking at Mark. “Look, I didn’t join this shit so some slut can tell me what to do. You told me we could do it. Take what we want, pay off Negan, and enjoy what we have. I ain’t going for a shit.”
“What did ya jus’ call her?” Daryl yells, and Rick immediately goes to hold him back. “What did ya jus’ say, ya piece of shit.”
“Daryl, it’s alright.” Walking over him, you take his hand, giving him a look. He doesn’t have to do this, and this stupid guy will serve as an example.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N). Alex is new here.” Mark says and you can hear the fear in his voice.
“Don’t worry.” Turning at him, you give the other a stare. “I don’t have to recite the rules on which our world stands. You know them. And you have been serving both me and my father well. And now you’re aware that Alexandria is off-limits. So go, and tell anyone else you find who doesn’t know about it. But first…” Gesturing at Alex, Mark’s men are quick to move, grabbing both his arms as he starts fighting back. “Stop by the Sanctuary to drop him off. Negan will be waiting and I’ll let him decide what to do.”
“As you wish, princess.”
“You may go now.” With that, the caravan starts moving. Mark gives you one last look and a nod.
You stand by the gate until they’re far gone before turning around and walking into the city again. That’s when you notice that the group was standing right behind you, guns ready. “Thanks.” You tell Rick as you walk past him, handing over his gun.
“No, actually–” He follows you, and the unusual gesture makes you stop. “Thank you. They were very eager to get inside and I really thought there would be a fight.”
“There would. Those men don’t just steal, they like hurting people too. But you don’t have to thank me. I’m just playing my part here.”
“Even so, thank you.” He touches your shoulder and you give him a small smile. “Both my children live here. This place has to be safe.”
“It is, from now on, I promise.” Patting his back, you walk over Daryl, making your way back home.
There, you finish breakfast before getting your stuff to start off the day. When you’re ready, you wait for Daryl, since you’ll be heading in the same direction, but for some reason, he’s taking way too long. After twenty minutes, you call, and he mumbles something you don’t understand in response.
“Were you fixing your hair?” You joke when you see him coming downstairs. “What took you so long?”
“I…” He clears his throat, looking down at his hand. Following his gaze, you find a delicate silver chain in between his fingers. “I was supposed to give ya this yesterday but ya were in a hurry. Then this mornin’ shit happened so…” Reaching out his hand and opening it, you see a necklace with a pale pink rose flower as a pendant. “It was a pin but I turned it into a necklace for ya. Ain’t a red tulip but… Thought ya’d like it.”
Biting your lips, you take the pendant, caressing the metal petals. “Daryl, this is… This is beautiful but… A-a red tulip is–”
“A confession of true love, yeah.” He finishes off for you. “That’s my red tulip for ya. Symbolic but–”
You don’t let him finish, jumping on his arms and kissing him passionately until you’re forced to pull away to breathe. “I love you, Daryl Dixon.” Turning around, you give him the necklace and hold your hair up. “Help me put it on.” And so he does, fingers softly caressing your skin. “I don’t have anything to you but…” Turning around, you wrap your arms around his neck. “If I had a red tulip, I’d give it to you… But you already have my heart so…” Blushing, you kiss him, feeling at peace for the first time since the world broke. At home, in his arms.
•••
The days start passing, one after the other, and slowly, very slowly, some of the group start acting more comfortable around you. Aaron and Gabriel are your friends already, Carol started even hanging out with you every once in a while. Carl talks to you a lot about some new strategies he has in mind, since you’re the one to have a creative mind like him, or so he says. Rick too, with time he seems like he doesn’t absolutely hate you anymore. Michonne is different. She talks to you, but never feels too eager to do so. Eugene is more than happy when you cross paths with him. He’s quite funny you think, and very smart, and you know the world will need smart people like him. Sasha still hasn’t even looked at you yet, and the same goes for Rosita and Tara.
For the rest of the people of Alexandria, it varies. Some still hate you, others politely wave. Daryl says it’ll get better with time, when they see you’ll keep them safe. It did get a little better when you made Negan send the other doctor they found. Jack is in his fifties, but he’s strong and was acting as a doctor before, meaning he has a lot to offer. It wasn’t that hard, since they already have a doctor there, and the princess is living here. Negan would never leave his daughter unattended.
A month goes by easily. Then another one, and one more. Your father visits you around two times a month, and it’s always a little tense. But a little bit of tension is better than the terror they were in before.
Today, there isn’t much to do. The sun is shining, but there’s a cold wind blowing. Daryl is in a meeting with Rick or something, and you’re going back home after helping Aaron in the storage. Walking slowly, you hear the kids yelling. Moving to the sidewalk, you watch as they pass by, running and laughing.
“Hi, (Y/N).” A soft voice calls your name, a little mispronounced. Looking down, you find Judith. You’re around her a lot since Daryl is her chosen uncle. And by marriage, you became the aunt.
“Hi, little ass-kicker.” Kneeling down, you look at the bouquet she’s carrying, too big for her little hands. “These flowers are beautiful.”
“Thanks!” She smiles, handing you the flowers. “For you.”
“Thank you, Judy.” Taking the bouquet, you place a kiss on her cheek. “I’ll put them in a vase so you can come to check on them later, ok?”
“Mhmm. Gotta go now.”
“Sure, sweetie. Go play with your friends.” And with another smile, she goes, running to reach the other kids.
“Hey.” Someone shouts as you stand up, and looking behind, you see Anne, one of the women who look after the kids. “Those are for the kids.” She gestures at the flowers.
“Oh, sorry. Judith gave me.” You’re reaching out your hand to give Anne the bouquet when she violently pulls it from your grip. At the same moment, you feel a sting, and you yank your hand away. It starts to burn immediately, and when you look, you see a cut through your palm, already bleeding. “Wait!” You exclaim, closing your hand into a fist and feeling the blood flowing out. “There’s a thorn in it.”
Without saying anything, and with her back at you, she searches on it, finding a branch in the middle and throwing it on the floor before quickening her pace to follow the kids.
Sighing, you look at your fist, and a drop of blood escapes.
“You need to have that cleaned.” A soft voice says, and you look at the house next to you, finding Rosita on the porch. “It could be poisonous, so it’s better to check.”
“Poisonous plants aren’t Jack’s speciality. So I don’t think he’d know.”
“He doesn’t, but I do.” She states. “Come.”
Furrowing your eyebrows, you watch as she goes inside, waiting a few seconds before climbing the few steps to her balcony, walking to the side, and sitting down on one of the wooden chairs. When she comes back outside, she places a first aid kit on the table. “Let me see.” Giving her the wounded hand, you open it, hissing a little at the pain. Rosita puts some pressure on it, and you see more blood flowing out. “I only see blood, so probably not poisonous.”
“Would you even tell me if it was?”
“I’m not like your father or his minions, so yes, I would.” Opening the first aid kit, she starts cleaning the cut, then wrapping a white gauze around your hand. It takes a couple of minutes, which you spend in silence.
You don’t know why she did this, you’re thankful. It was certainly a good surprise to have her even look your way. “Gracias.” You mutter as she closes the kit.
“Hablas español?” She asks, sounding a little surprised.
“Sí.” Bringing both hands to your lap, you wonder if you should just go. “A couple of years ago I was quite bored and I found a book in Spanish. Decided to learn the language. I just never had the chance to actually try it before.”
“Si quieres puedes entrenar conmigo. No tengo a nadie con quien hablar en mi lengua materna.”
The offer takes you by surprise. Rosita never spoke a single word to you, and now she wants to talk to you in Spanish? “Eso me gustaría.” You simply say. “But first I have to ask. Why all this now? I was sure you’d never want to have anything to do with me.”
“Because I’m not a jerk.” Crossing her arms, she looks at you. “And I can’t ignore that I was wrong and you were telling the truth. You are keeping Negan away from us, and instead of taking things, he’s actually giving us things.” Shrugging her shoulders, she chuckles. “All because the princess is here.”
“No me gusta cuando la gente me llama así.” You complain, looking down at your hands. The nickname makes you feel weird as if you are superior to everyone else just because your father happened to have the upper hand. It makes you feel more like a monster than someone from royalty. “I did what I did because I don’t agree with my father’s methods. I just… Don’t know how to end it once and for all. So I just keep helping people as much as I can.”
“We’re gonna take him down. You should know that.”
“Yeah…” Nodding, you take a deep breath. “A veces, viviendo aquí, olvido lo que se pasa afuera.” Alexandria is a dream in this world, and sometimes the fairytale takes over. That is why people here, before Rick, were so weak. A good place like this can easily make you forget what’s going on outside these walls.
“Yo no.” Rosita stands up, taking the kit with her. “I have a run tomorrow so I have to pack some things.”
“Alright.” Getting up, you offer her a small smile and a nod before walking down the porch.
“One more thing.” She calls, and you turn around. “De verdad no eres como tu papá.”
Your lips break into a smile. “Gracias, Rosita.” Waving, you set in motion again. Daryl has been telling you that ever since the beginning, that you’re not Negan, but hearing it from someone else, mostly from someone who you thought would always hate you, means a lot.
When you get home, you take a quick shower and start dinner. You’re waiting for Daryl, seated in the living room with a book when the door opens. Putting the book down, you look up, finding both Daryl and Rick, looking very worried.
“…Is everything alright?”
“We’re going to need your help,” Rick says, hands on his hips.
“What happened?” Quickly you stand up, and the sudden motion makes you feel dizzy for a second.
“Hilltop.” Daryl answers. “We got a problem at Hilltop.”
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 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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Not The End
“(Y/N), you can’t be serious,” Jim says, arms crossed. You asked him to come, alone, but only now you told him why. Daryl wants only one witness for each because, unlike the fake relationship where the whole world needed to be aware of, this is real. People will know when it’s time. “This was supposed to be a–”
“I know what this was supposed to be, Jim. This was your idea and it worked. It still works but… I fell for him.” Blushing, you look down. The white dress you have on, the only one you own, is hidden by an overcoat. You thought it was too much, but Daryl had walked past the bedroom and saw you in it, and when he smiled and said you were beautiful, you knew you had to use it.
“…When did it happen?” His voice is lower now, and when you look up, you see a hint of something you don’t understand. “It’s not like I’d ever try to stop you but marriage? Isn’t it a little too fast?”
“It is.” Nodding, you smile. “You know I believe in love. Even after the world broke apart and I promise you what I feel towards Daryl is love in its purest form and… I believe he feels the same.”
Jim sighs, suddenly pulling you into a hug. “If he ever breaks your heart, I’ll break his bones.”
“Thanks, Jim.” Giggling, you pull away. “You’re the only true friend from the Sanctuary, so I wanted you to be my witness.
“And who will be his?”
“Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is.” The voice makes you turn around, finding Rick standing next to Daryl.
“Let’s get inside,” Daryl says, and you give him a shy smile before entering the church.
Your heart is beating so fast that it feels like it’ll jump off your chest. In the last week, you had doubts. Seconds thoughts even. This is huge, and you spent almost every evening talking to Daryl about it. You don’t want him to feel pressured, and he reassured you he’s not. Well, Daryl doesn’t bend, and you know he’d never do anything he didn’t want to.
“I see you’re all settled,” Gabriel says from his place by the altar, where the small group walks to.
“Daryl, brother,” Rick says, and you see through the corner of your eye when they both stop. But you keep walking until you reach Gabriel, trying not to overhear anything. But it doesn’t seem like Rick is making any effort not to make himself heard. “You don’t have to do this. We’re safe, this… You don’t have to do this for us.”
“Ain’t doin’ this for ya. ‘M doin’ this for me.” Daryl says, and you keep your eyes on the floor, arms crossed. “I love her and she loves me. And I never thought neither of those things would ever happen and…” He sighs, and you can imagine how he’s struggling to say these things. “She’s the one.”
Biting your lip, you feel heat spreading through your face. “Alright.” Rick mumbles. “But if this is real, you have to call the group. We’re a family. Everyone has to be here.”
At that, your heart skips a beat. It’s not that you want to keep Daryl away from them, but you don’t feel welcome. And you certainly don’t want to feel their hate on this occasion.
“ ‘M not sure (Y/N) will–”
“Rick’s right.” You’re quick to say. “They’re your family, Daryl. They have to be here.” Swallowing your thoughts and pains, you look at him with a small smile.
“Then Negan should be here too.”
“No.” Walking over Daryl, you shake your head. “If this is about us, and not about some plot to keep Alexandria, there’s no reason for him to be here.”
“He’ll be sad.” Jim cuts in, getting your attention. “He might be insane, but he loves you.”
Sighing, you recognize the truth in his words. “Them someday we can make some sort of ceremony there. But now… It should be just us.” Taking Daryl’s hand, you look at him.
“Well, it’ll be your family too now,” Rick says, clearly not very happy about it. “I’ll call them.”
“Okay.” You whisper, nodding as he walks away.
“Yer alright?”
“Mhmm.” Smiling, you tiptoe to kiss him. “He’s right, your people have to be here.”
“Well, well,” Gabriel says, and you both look at him. “I noticed something white under this coat. Why don’t you take that off?”
“Oh.” Giggling, you take the overcoat off, laying it on the pew next to you. “I know it’s silly but I’m being forced to wear that.”
“It’s yer wedding. Ya have ta’ wear white.” Daryl complains.
“It’s the end of the world, haven’t you heard? It doesn’t matter which color I use for my wedding.”
“The world might be endin’, but we’re both here.” He says in a low voice, only for you to hear. “Ain’t the end for us.”
Blushing, you smile, nodding. “You’re right, Daryl Dixon.” Pecking his lips, you wonder if you had anything to do with his change of heart. In the beginning, Daryl wasn’t so… Hopeful. But you like this look on him.
It doesn’t take much time until the group starts getting here. Of course, some of them surround Daryl, asking what the hell is this about. And you, standing away to give the man and his family some privacy, watch next to Jim as Daryl struggles again. He’s not good with feelings, but he’s making an effort to explain it. To explain to you.
“For the last time, are you sure about this?” Jim asks again, looking down at you.
“I am.” You’re still speaking when Gabriel steps forward, raising both his hands.
“Alright, people. Alright.” He begins. “I know how you must feel, it was a surprise for me as well. A joyful surprise. But now, shall we begin? Is anyone who should be here missing?”
“Aaron said he was coming. I have no idea why he isn’t here yet.” Rick says, and Gabriel nod.
“Well, if anyone has anything to say, please speak now.”
“I think it’s quite obvious that this is insane,” Michonne says, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I get that she’s helping us. And yes, I’m thankful. But I don’t think it’s necessary to–”
“This isn’t fake anymore,” Daryl answers, arms crossed. “Ya know why I just called Rick to be here? ‘Cause I knew you’ll think this is just some shit ta’ make Negan believe what we had was real. It isn’t like that anymore.” He looks at you, a small, quick smile taking over his lips. “So it doesn’t matter if ya believe it or not. What matters is that we do.”
“Thank you.” You whisper.
“I can’t say I didn’t see this coming,” Carol says, arms crossed as everyone moves to give her some space. “It was quite obvious to me.”
“How so?” Rosita asks a hand on her hip.
“After half a year stuck at the Sanctuary I thought we’d get a very grumpy Daryl back. Instead, he came home with a girl on the back of his bike, holding on to him as if they were together already.” She talks fast, and scanning the place, you notice as some people seem thoughtful. “Then he moved in with her and I just could notice it in his eyes whenever he spoke about her.”
“Can’t disagree with that.” Rick’s son says, shrugging his shoulders. “He makes heart eyes whenever he looks at her.”
“Alright. If ya don’t have anythin’ else ta’ say–” Daryl is interrupted but the church’s door opening up.
Everyone turns around, and a joyful Aaron comes inside. With a bouquet in his hand. “Sorry, I’m late.” He chuckles, walking fast towards you. “But since it’s a wedding I figured you’d need this.”
Taking the wildflowers from his hand, you blush again, smiling. “Thank you.” It warms your heart that Aaron didn’t even think twice. He’s probably the only one from the group who’s truly happy about it.
“Can we now proceed with the ceremony?” Gabriel asks and Daryl takes your hand, both turning to face the priest. “Good. Let’s begin.”
• • •
Not everyone came to congratulate you, but you were amazed that Carol, Rick, Carl, and Tara came to talk to you. It does feel like they may be starting to get used to you. But still, you don’t feel welcome.
But soon after the ceremony, it doesn’t matter anymore. Being with Daryl, fully for the first time, is amazing. You do feel like you’re together now, as one. And this is real. Completely, ultimately real. You had him on a whole different level, and it felt amazing. Almost too good to be true. But it is, and right now, as the morning sun comes through the window, lighting the bedroom, you feel a kind of joy you never felt before.
Daryl was right. Thanks to him, Alexandria is home.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” He says and you toss around, finding him coming from the bathroom and sitting on the bed, shirtless and hair still damp. “Gotta wake up.”
“Mhmm.” There’s something you notice again. How Daryl seems not to turn his back away from you. Yesterday night you let it go, but now it’s quite clear. “You have scars on your back, don’t you?” It’s obvious to you since you have some on your thighs that won’t heal. And you would never let anyone see.
He looks down, mumbling something you don’t understand before nodding. “Nothin’ go past ya.”
“Wanna tell me? Because you don’t have to. I won’t try to look if you’re not ready to show me, Daryl.” Sitting up, you blush when the sheets fall, exposing your body. Shyly, your cover-up. It’ll take some time to get used to it.
He sighs and, without saying anything, he moves, so his back is turned at you. You quickly take in the scars, his skin lit up by the morning sun. “It was my father.” He says in a low voice.
“I’m so sorry, Daryl.” It breaks your heart to know he went through that. Your father might be Negan, but he never did anything like that. And would never let anyone else do it. You know little about his life before, but you never thought it was that bad. Slowly, you start kissing his back, right on the scars. You can never change the past, but you’ll make sure to give him all the love he didn’t have. All the love he deserves. Moving the kisses through the scars, you go to his neck and jaw, until you’re face to face with him again, kissing his lips.
He softly caresses your thighs, and you know why. You both feel the same, that your scars are something else uniting you. “We gotta go.” He mutters when you pull away to breathe. “I know exactly where this will lead if I let ya.”
“But weren’t we supposed to have a honeymoon?”
“Maybe someday, but today we both got chores. Don’t ya have ta’ train the teenagers today?”
“Yup.” Pushing yourself up, you walk to the bathroom with the sheets wrapped around you. “I was thinking we could use one of the Saviors methods. Well, a version of it.” Stopping by the door frame, you turn to look at Daryl again. “Instead of throwing them in a death match with the walkers, we could break them into smaller groups, put them together with the most experienced on runs, and go outside. So they could know what’s like to be out there and work on their strategy.”
“Sounds like a good idea. Let’s talk ta’ Rick about it and get it done.”
“Alright.” Smiling, you nod and get inside the bathroom.
You’re dressing up when you smell breakfast, and that’s when you notice how hungry you are. So you rush downstairs, still drying your hair with the towel.
When you find Daryl making scrambled eggs, you can’t help but smile. It’s not the first time he makes you something to eat, but it’s always amazing. And you never take for granted. “Have anyone ever told you how hot you look cooking?” You say, walking over the kitchen island.
“Here we go.”
“I’m just being honest.” Laughing at the funny face he has on when he gives you your plate, you start eating. “Good as always.”
“Thanks. I–” Loud, obnoxious knocks make him shut up. Getting serious all of a sudden, you both move at the same time, opening the door to a nervous Carl.
“Hi. Sorry. There’s this group outside with guns pointed at us and demanding the gates to be open. Father is trying to deal with it but I think you could be of more help.” He gestures at you, and you simply nod.
Rick may be able to stop them from getting in. But you will make sure of it.
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!!
×
The Moment I Saw You
Seated on a chair in the middle of the living room with Daryl’s group all around makes your stomach burn. You don’t want to be here.
These people hate you.
Well, not everyone. It wouldn’t be fair to put Daryl, Gabriel, and Aaron on the same page as the others. Daryl stands next to you, like a tower, and it does make you feel better. Aaron stands on the far right, and he has a small smile on. Gabriel is at the back but has a kind expression towards you. But that’s it. The rest seems excited for this to end so they can stay as away from you as possible.
“How many walkers have you killed?” Rick asks after Michonne, the only one who was missing, gets here.
It feels like an interrogation. Because it is. “Too many to count.” You simply say, crossing your legs and trying not to look so nervous.
“How many people have you killed?” He continues, and you feel as people’s interest grows at the question.
As if they’d believe you. “Zero.”
“Don’t lie to us,” Michonne says, stepping forward. “Being with Negan, you might have blood on your hands.”
“I do have blood on my hands. From all the people I couldn’t help. From all the people I couldn’t save from my father’s insanity.” You raise your voice, hands grabbing the edges of the chair, near your thighs. “Abrahan’s blood. Glenn’s blood. Elliot. Sarah. Amanda. Matthew. The list goes on. But I’ve never taken a life with my hands.”
“That answers the next question.” A woman in the back, Tara you think, mumbles.
“Why are you helping us?” Rick inquires. “I want a direct answer. Not some long, heartwarming story to try and get our trust.”
“I’m not–” Rolling your eyes, you look down, sighing. It’s useless. They’ll never believe or trust you. This is… This is just some kind of formality. “I saw the way Daryl was being treated and I immediately knew I’d help him. Then I learned he was from that group, the one Negan hates the most. Then I knew I had to help all of them. All of you.” Taking a deep breath, you bite your lip. “That’s why I did it. Because I knew the plans Negan had for you, and I knew he had already made a widow. And a child will grow without a father because of him. So I knew I had to do something about it.”
“And what were his plans?” Carol asks, and you raise your eyes.
“Come here, take everything he wants and just throw it away because he doesn’t even need it.” Shrugging your shoulders, you shake your head. “Surround you, set up traps. Give you the ways to break off the rules just so they could have a reason to come and kill some of you. Or… Or just cut pieces off.”
“I still don’t trust her,” Michonne tells Rick, pacing away, soon followed by him.
“I vote for giving her a chance,” Gabriel says in a soft voice. “She has been here for over a week, almost two. And Negan has been off our business. She did fulfil her word.”
“A couple of days doesn’t mean anything. She could still be setting some kind of trap.” Michonne gestures at you, eyes on Gabriel.
“Ain’t no trap, I assure ya,” Daryl speaks up, and you immediately look up at him. “If ya can’t trust her, trust me.”
“Then tell us why should we even consider believing her?” A woman with dark long hair asks. She looks like she’s Latin, and has a bit of an accent too.
“I’ve been tellin’ ya that ever since she got here. What else do ya want me ta’ say?” Daryl raises his voice, and you stand up, holding his arm.
“Daryl, don’t.” You whisper to him, once again addressing the group. “Guys, I don’t blame you for feeling this way. I’d feel the same if I was in your position. Thanks to Negan and the… Empire he built I’ve never been on the road. Never experienced the hard life and dangers you have. So I get it, you can’t take chances. You don’t have to like or trust me. You just have to bear with me, because as long as I have this fake relationship with Daryl, as long as I’m living here, Negan won’t hurt you anymore. He won’t burst through your gates and take your stuff. Actually, he’ll bring the stuff I ask just because the…” Rolling your eyes, you don’t find any other way to express yourself without using that stupid word. “…Just because the princess is living here. So that’s it. I live here, and you’re safe. You don’t even have to look my way.” That said, you walk away, straight to the front door, and slam it closed behind your back.
You never thought they’d accept you. Or like you. So why are tears in your eyes?
Walking fast, you don’t even know where you’re going until you’re at the gates. “Open up!” You shout, and your order is shortly followed. Probably because they hope you’ll get eaten by some walker.
With stubborn tears now rolling down and unarmed, you go deeper into the forest. You weren’t planning on this, it was supposed to be just a meeting, so you didn’t see the need to bring any guns or knives. Big mistake.
There’s a cold wind blowing as you walk. Wiping some tears away, you feel your skin burning. It’s probably shame. Or sadness. Or whatever. You never thought you’d miss the Sanctuary. But at least you didn’t feel so… Rejected? Hated?
A rock under your feet slips you you crash down, falling on your ass. Your arms hurt to have broken your fall, as do your legs and butt. Cursing yourself, you get up, dusting your jeans, and starting to walk again.
Some minutes after, you’re not sure how much, you hear some walkers coming. Walkers… You’re already calling them by the name Daryl’s group uses. So you turn left, finding a rock, and sitting next to it, resting your back. The night will fall in a couple of hours, but you’re fine here. Better than in Alexandria.
“(Y/N)!” The voice wakes you up, and that’s when you notice you fell asleep. The shadows around you are larger now, and you know the sun is getting closer to the horizon. “(Y/N)?”
You know it’s Daryl, but you don’t want to talk to him. Pushing yourself up, you start walking away. But when you’re circling the rock, you see him. Stopping on your tracks, you feel tears pooling in your eyes all over again. “Go back home, Daryl. I’m fine here.” Muttering, you turn around, walking away.
But of course, he follows you, not minding to cover up his footsteps. “It’s yer home too now.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“(Y/N)–”
“It isn’t!” Stopping, you move to look at him. “I will keep them safe, but that place isn’t home. The Sanctuary is. With my people. Because let’s face it, I’m as much as a monster as they are!” You’re yelling, even though you shouldn’t. Not here in the woods with the night falling. “It doesn’t matter. I won’t break my promise. I’ll keep this up, I’ll keep them safe.”
“Ya gotta give them more time. They will get to know ya as I did.”
Shaking your head, you sigh. “It was different, Daryl.”
“How so?”
“I don’t know.” Shrugging your shoulders, you run both hands through your hair. “I don’t know, Daryl. I just want to stay here for tonight.”
“Here? In the middle of the woods?”
“Yeah. Leave me a gun and I’ll be fine.”
“Nah. Come.” He jerks his head somewhere, giving a step back.
Furrowing your eyebrows, you shrug your shoulders again. “I’m not going back to the city, Daryl.”
“I didn’t say anythin’ about the city. Come.” Daryl reaches out his hand, palm facing up. Looking down at it, you sigh.
Daryl has something over you. Like a power of some kind. You haven’t noticed it until now. When you move to take his hand, much bigger than yours, it’s pretty clear to you. It’s like your body moves by itself, pulled to him like a magnet. Holding his hand, you let him guide you.
The walk happens in silence, but as usual, it’s comfortable, warm, and calming. After some minutes, you’re about to ask where he’s taking you but then, you see it. A wooden cabin. It doesn’t seem like anyone lives in here, since it’s all a mess. Daryl knocks the door down and checks inside before gesturing for you to get inside. It’s pretty much the same as outside, but Daryl guides you to what seems to be the kitchen and as you sit down on the floor, you hear as he drags something against the front door.
“Both entrances are blocked.” He mutters after a while pacing around the house, joining you in the kitchen. “We’ll be fine.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Doin’ what?”
“This. I…” Looking down at your hands, you sigh. “Did you bring a flashlight?”
“No.” He settles down next to you, soo close his arm touches yours.
“It’ll be a long night then. Staring at nothing in the dark.”
“Or we can talk.”
“You’re not a talker, Daryl.”
“But I’ll talk with ya.”
Daryl can’t stand seeing her sad. If he could even call it sad. (Y/N) is devastated, broken. It breaks his heart as well.
“It’s not like I expected to have a good functional family coming here, I just… Didn’t think I’d feel this way.” (Y/N) looks away, but he sees it, glistening in the low light. Tears rolling down, that she’s quick to wipe off. “I know I have Negan and I love him but… I just… I don’t know. Whatever it is I was subconsciously expecting is stupid and I’m getting exactly what I deserve.”
“Are ya done?”
“No, I’m not done.” She takes a deep breath, both hands on her head. “You know what? I should live here. In this cabin, away from the city. It’d be better for me and for them. Negan is not here so it doesn’t matter.”
“I won’t let ya live here, (Y/N),” Daryl speaks up, holding her arm when she moves to stand up. “Alexandria is yer home now. It’s yer place.”
“Home is with people who love you.” The girl says, the dying light illuminating her angel face. The tears are there, still rolling, but he can see anger in her expression. It’s still hard for her to let go, to know she doesn’t need to pretend to be so strong. Not around Daryl. “Alexandria is your home, Daryl… Not mine.” Her voice breaks, and she sits down again. At the low whimper, Daryl pulls her into his chest. She sobs a little, as he softly rubs her back.
He thought bringing her here, to the city, would fix all her problems, but he was wrong. She still needs him, and he will help her.
He’d move a mountain for her.
“It is yer home too.” He whispers, breathing in the candy smell of her shampoo. The next words, that float around in his head, are just about to flow out his tongue. Daryl didn’t even know he had them in store, waiting to be spoken to her and to her alone. “I love ya, Sunshine.”
It echoes, it bounces on the walls. (Y/N) freezes for a while before raising her head, teary eyes finding his in the darkness. “You can’t love me.” Is everything she says, almost a plead. “Please, Daryl… I can love you because you’re… You’re amazing but I’m… I’m my father’s daughter. You’re not supposed to–You’re not even supposed to like me.”
“But here we are.” He says, feeling as if his skin is burning. “I promised I’d take care of ya, but I never thought…” His voice fades as his heart and mind get filled with way too many feelings. Feelings he never thought he’d experience.
Love was nothing but a word, a fancy sentiment he only watched from afar. Rick and Lori had it, but it was broken, fake. Then he saw Glenn and Maggie grow closer, something he thought would last just a couple of weeks if the guy was lucky, but that became a strong bond, and the proof is growing inside Maggie right now. A piece of Glenn that still lives. Some time after Michonne came along, he watched as Rick fell for her. Even though Rick didn’t want to admit it in the beginning, but Daryl knew it was happening.
Sasha and Bob, Rosita and Abraham, Beth, and that guy back at the prison. Daryl witnessed several different types of love.
Yet, he never thought he’d feelit.
But then, she opened that cell door, letting the light come in. (Y/N) herself was the light. She didn’t only open the cell door, but also his heart. Forcefully in the beginning, when he wanted more than anything to rip her off his mind, but the girl insisted on making roots inside him. And now, all those things came out, and suddenly he understands.
It doesn’t matter where she came from, he sees her. He sees (Y/N) for who she is, and not for what people made her be.
Daryl loves her.
“Daryl, what–”
“It’s ya who shouldn’t love me, (Y/N). Ya know it.” He’s thankful for the dark, creeping over every passing moment. “I’m older than ya, I’m nothin’ like easygoin’ Jim. I’m just tellin’ ya this because if home is–”
“I think I fell for you the moment I saw you in that cell.” Her voice, barely a whisper, lights up something inside him. Daryl is too old for feeling this way, too long gone for these kinds of teenager love confessions. But nobody can control the heart. It is indeed a wild creature. “Then we started talking about a relationship… And then the kisses… I tried not to because I knew you’d never feel the same way but–”
“I’m not good at this. I’ve never been with someone and I never thought I’d want ta’ be with someone. But I want ya. Like I’ve never wanted anythin’ before.” He feels kinda stupid, but there’s no other way he can express it. Daryl feels like his heart is wide open, completely exposed to her.
“Do you… Do you want to make this real, Daryl?” (Y/N)’s voice sounds like a ghost as if she’s too scared of the proposition.
“I wanna marry ya.” The words come out by themselves, a living thing. “The world already ended and we could die tomorrow. So I want ya. Completely, for as long as we live. Or as long as ya want me. I–”
“You don’t have to say anything else. I know how you struggle with words and feelings so just… I want you too.”
“Alright then.” Daryl mumbles, certain that his cheeks are burning red.
“Alright then?” She giggles, a hand softly caressing his cheek. He should call this off because she deserves more than him. So much more. She deserves Jim. Happy, smiley Jim. But yet, Daryl can’t let her go. He’d die, he thinks. And if (Y/N) wants him too, he’s willing to try. To be with her. “What next?”
Her questions drive him out of his thoughts, claiming his attention. Now, there’s only one thing to do. The final decision, something he never dreamed of but now, he knows he needs it. Daryl is not that young anymore, he doesn’t have time for dating. He loves her, and he’s sure about it.
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!!
×
The Mess We Made
You can’t help but feel lonely. Back at the Sanctuary, even though you despised some people, you knew some of them were just bound to the circumstances. So you used to hang around with them. And if everything was bad, you always had Jim. But now, even him is gone. You’ve been talking to him every day because the updates he gives are more serious than Negan’s. But it’s completely different than having him here. And Daryl has spent the last three days, ever since you got here, talking to the group, telling them the details, and trying to set their mind at ease.
So that’s why you decided to finally go out. You did take some walks around the place, but never alone. But since you’re bored, you think you can take some angry stares and gossip.
The sky is clear, but the wind is a bit cold. You’re impressed to see kids running around, playing and yelling. They don’t need to be quiet here, and that’s a good thing. This place is the absolute opposite of the Sanctuary. It’s open and cozy, and if you stop for a moment, you can pretend you’re back in the world before the dead came back to life.
You’re walking through a square when you notice the building next to you seems familiar. Moving to the front, you see it’s a church. Alexandria even has a church. This place barely seems real.
Slowly, you peek inside, just to make sure it’s empty. You wouldn’t want to disturb anyone with your monstrous presence. But when you don’t find anyone, you walk inside, going to the front and looking at the pulpit. It does feel like the world is completely normal on the outside, almost as if you crossed some kind of portal, to where everything is back the way it was before.
“A true miracle.” You mumble, sitting on the first pew.
“A miracle indeed.” Someone says, and, startled, you look at your left. A black, bald man comes walking your way. By his clothes, you know he’s the priest.
“I can go if you like.” You’re quick to say, standing up to your feet.
“No, please.” Raising a hand at you, he smiles. “This place is for all. No need to go.”
“…Okay.” Sitting back down, you run a hand through your hair.
“Were you religious before?” He asks, folding his hands together.
“No, not before, but…” Chuckling, you wonder if you should ever say it. People in the Sanctuary would laugh, but you guess that him, being a priest, wouldn’t. “But after, I… I started seeing God on things, you know?”
“That’s intriguing.” Moving slowly, as if not to scare you away, he sits next to you, three feet away. “I’ve seen people abandoning God after the world fell.”
“Guess it was the opposite to me then.” Again, you chuckle out of nervousness.
“What do you think about this… Apocalypse? Where do you think God is in all this?”
He’s lecturing you. Advising you. But you don’t mind. You could use some therapy or something like that. And you could certainly use the friendly conversation. Plus, you never had anyone to talk to about this. “I don’t think God did this. I mean… Not as a punishment, you know. I think it just happened. Like the bubonic plague or Spanish flu. It came, it killed, and one day it’ll be gone.”
He squints his eyes, smiling a little. “That’s an unusual thought these days.”
“I know.”
“So you do believe in God. And you do believe he hears and answers us.“
“I believe he still helps good people. And delivers judgment to the evil…” Looking down at your hands, you shrug your shoulders. “Like Negan.”
“Your father can still find redemption. As long as we’re alive, there’s hope for changing.”
Shaking your head, you stare at the priest. “I don’t think Negan can change. What he… What he does… He likes it. I… I love him. He’s my father, the only family I have left but sometimes I can’t find good in him. I feel like the father, the man I once knew is completely gone and it breaks my heart.” The words come out fast and low, and you never thought you’d admit it. That this hidden feeling would come out. “I remember when I was little that he used to pick me up from school. Mother took me, and he picked me up. And there was this ice cream parlor on the way home, and on this day I got an F because I studied for the wrong subject.” The memory is blurry but still vivid, and tears start pooling in your eyes. “I didn’t want to say anything because I thought he’d be mad but when I finally said it, he smiled. He said that one day I’d see that life is more than just a test I failed. He stopped by the parlor and got me chocolate ice cream.” Giggling, you wipe off the single tear that rolled down. “That man is gone.”
“Of one thing I’m sure.” He says, friendly touching your shoulder. “Your father loves you. And that didn’t change.”
“I know. I just–” He suddenly looks at something behind you, and you jump up, turning around to find Daryl. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He mutters, nodding at the priest. “Been lookin’ for ya. Got us somethin’ for lunch.”
“Alright.” Looking at the priest, you wave. “Thanks for everything, priest. It was good talking to you.”
“The name’s Gabriel. And you’re welcome whenever you need to talk.” The man says with a smile.
“Thanks.” You mutter again, already following Daryl.
“I heard what ya said. About Negan.” He speaks up when you’re outside. “And Gabriel is right. He loves ya. That’s why he agreed on leaving us alone as long as yer here.”
“I don’t doubt his love, I just…” Sighing, you put a strand of hair behind your ear, glancing at Daryl. “Miss who he was. It’s complicated, I guess.”
“Hey.” A sudden call makes you look forward, and you see a man coming your way with a smile. “Hello, (Y/N). I’m Aaron.” To your surprise, he not only introduces himself but reaches out his hand, which you shake.
“Hi.”
“Daryl told me you’d like to help on the runs, so I could show you what we have here, what we need, our priorities…”
Nodding, you look at Daryl. “I’ll go see it. Can you wait a bit for lunch?”
“Sure, go.”
“Alright.” Smiling again, you tiptoe and place a soft kiss on his lips. It’s only when you step back that you notice what you did. “Mmm… Okay, let’s go.” Stuttering, you turn around, starting to follow Aaron. There’s no reason to kiss him now since everyone here knows you and him are just a lie.
“So…” Aaron mumbles after a while of silence. “You and Daryl, huh?”
“Well, we… We’re good friends. W-we became good friends.”
“Friends, who kiss each other?”
Nervously giggling, you blush, crossing your arms. “That was an accident. I mean, we had to kiss at the Sanctuary to make things believable, so I guess I just got used to it.”
“Is Daryl a good kisser?”
“What?” A laugh escapes your mouth, and you’re sure you look like a tomato now. “H-he– Mmm… We…”
“I’ll take your stuttering as a yes.” Aaron smiles. “This is our storage, come.” He guides you to an open garage, which is wide and has two doors on the back. “We converted this whole house in your storage.”
“No wonder why Negan hates you so much. Looks at all this stuff.” Walking around, you give everything a quick look. “You have chocolate!”
Aaron giggles, coming to stand next to you. “We do. It’s quite rational but guess you can just take it if you want.”
“No, absolutely not. I’ll play by the rules.”
“Alright, but–”
“Aaron?” Someone calls and you both turn around, finding a chubby, dark-haired woman coming from inside the house. “What is she doing here?” Her voice breaks a little, and you can see the fear in her eyes.
“(Y/N), this is Olivia, she takes care of our storage. Olivia, this is (Y/N). But you probably know that already.”
As soon as he’s done speaking, you reach out your hand. “Nice to meet you, Olivia.”
She exchanges a glance with Aaron, who nods, and only then she shakes your hand. “Hello.” She stutters. “If you want the chocolate, you can have it.”
“No, no. Actually, I intend to go on runs too so if you have any kind of list of things I must keep an eye for…” Again, another look at Aaron.
“I-I actually have one.” Olivia walks away, to a square table on the corner. “Our stock of aspirin is low so there’s that. Rita asked if we can find something for her to give her son on his birthday. He’s one year old so anything colorful would do.”
“I got it covered.”
“Well, thank you.” She gives you a half-smile, crossing something in the open notebook.
“I think I should probably go now…” You mutter, already moving. “Thanks for everything and let me know when the next run will be.”
“I must go too.” Aaron touches Olivia’s shoulder. “See you around, Olivia. Don’t forget my share of that spaghetti, alright?”
They mutter something else, but you can’t hear it anymore, already making your way back home.
“Wait!” Aaron shouts, and you turn around to find him jogging until he reaches you. Furrowing your eyebrows, you start walking again. “I’m going that way too.”
“Why are you talking to me?” You suddenly ask, running a hand through your hair. “Correction. Why are you being friendly with me?”
“Because you’re not Negan.” He simply says, smiling when you give him a look. “Daryl has been talking to us about you and so far, I believe you.”
“You do?”
“Yes.” Aaron touches your shoulder, and you stop, turning your body towards him. “Look, I know this is complicated. People here, mostly from Rick’s group, have been through hell out there, so, naturally, they suspect of you. But from what I’ve seen, what you have done to come here and make sure this place is safe is wonderful. And, on behalf of all the people of Alexandria, I thank you, (Y/N).”
You don’t know what to say. You weren’t expecting anyone to thank you for this. “There’s no need. I just couldn’t let my father ruin anyone else’s life. And couldn’t let him ruin this.” Gesturing at everything around you, you sigh. “This is a sanctuary. Safe, and with enough strong and smart people to prosper. And I’ll make sure it will.”
“(Y/N)!” Daryl’s voice reaches your ears, and you turn around spotting him some meters away. “C'mon, let’s eat. I’m starvin’.”
“Coming!” You yell back, turning at Aaron again. “I gotta go. Thanks for everything.”
“I hope we can become friends, (Y/N). And about that spaghetti, I’ll make it tomorrow night. You and Daryl are invited.”
“We’ll be there.” Smiling, you wave, turning on your heels and walking fast back home.
The lunch is a lasagna Carol made, and as you eat, you can’t help but wonder if she’d like you eating something she made for Daryl. You even considered it being poisoned, but since Daryl is eating without any problems, you decided to chill. These people are not like the Saviors, they won’t play that dirty. If they want to kill you, they’ll do it in your face.
“(Y/N).” Daryl gets your attention as you get up, taking yours and his empty plates to the sink. “Tomorrow ya will speak to the group. Rick decided that if yer supposed to stay, ya have ta’ go through the same process as all the strangers.”
Freezing for a moment, you take a deep breath and sit back down, looking at Daryl sitting across from you. “Daryl, I don’t want to do that. They hate me and they know they can’t just kick me out.” Running a hand through your hair, you get up, pacing around. “I’m stuck here in a way. I’m not trying to be ungrateful because Alexandria is amazing, but… The people here look at me like I’m a monster because well… I am.”
“Hey.” You hear as he gets up as well, walking fast towards you and then a strong hand on your shoulder, making you turn around to look at him. “Gabriel didn’t seem like he hates ya. And Aaron? Yer like best friends now or somethin’.” His voice gets funny in the end, making you chuckle. “And me.”
“…You what?”
Daryl doesn’t say anything, those blue eyes looking down at you. It feels like he’s battling himself, wondering, thinking… Furrowing your eyebrows, you start wondering yourself. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything, just suck it up and do whatever they want you to. Say whatever they want to know.
“You don’t have to say anything, Daryl. You brought me here, believed me so that’s a lot more than I deserve. I–”
“Shut up for a bit.” Daryl bursts out, pinching his eyebrows together.
“Hey!” Punching his shoulder, you fake an angry face.
“Sorry, I jus’…” His voice fades, and slowly, very slowly, you feel Daryl’s hands on your arms, caressing your skin.
Then it happens, suddenly. Daryl’s lips connect to yours, and despite being taken aback by the action, you’re quick to kiss him back, parting your lips to let him deepen the kiss. Countless questions run through your head, but it doesn’t take much until everything fades away. Kissing Daryl is always amazing, breathtaking, indescribable. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you move even closer to him when you feel his arms around your waist, holding your body close to his.
After a while, the heated kiss takes the best of your lungs, and you’re forced to break apart to breathe. But you hold him, both hands grabbing the collar of his vest.
“Daryl…” You breathe out, whispering, your foreheads touching. “Why? There isn’t anyone looking.”
“Does it always have ta’ be an audience?” He asks in a low, husky voice.
“No, but… The lines are blurring Daryl…” Taking a deep breath, you peck his lips a couple of times. “I know this is just an act but I want to kiss you… Even when we don’t have to prove anything to anyone.”
“I know.” He nods, and you feel his hot breath on your face.
It’s clear to you that there’s something he’s not telling you. Daryl isn’t good with words, and you don’t want to force him into anything. “If you want to kiss me, you can because… I want to kiss you. Like… All the damn time and… And even when nobody is around.” Nervously, you chuckle, biting your lip before speaking again. “I think we might have made a mess here, Daryl Dixon.”
“A hell of a mess indeed.” And he kisses you again, warm hands around your waist pressing you against his body.
In your mind, all the rest fades away. There’s nothing but you and Daryl, his lips, his hands, his taste.
And for the first time, this feels real. This kiss is real.
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!!
×
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: 2.3 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!!
×
Taking Over
Standing outside the meeting room, you pace around. Almost everyone is here, but as usual, Negan will make them wait.
“I’m nervous.” You whisper to Daryl for the tenth time. Today, you’ll ask Negan for Alexandria. You can’t wait anymore, and neither can Daryl. He misses his family, and you want to set him free from the awful place. And you want to make it one hundred percent sure that his people are safe. But the waiting it’s killing you.
“It’ll work,” Daryl assures you, stepping closer. “Ya have ta’ be calm for this.”
“I will be. I will.” The habit makes you touch your thighs as you take a deep breath.
“Hey.” He takes both your hands, pulling them away from your body. “Don’t.”
“Sorry.” As an impulse, you wrap your arms around his neck. “Tomorrow you’ll head back home.” Smiling, you tiptoe, placing a peck on his lips.
“You too.” He mutters, only loud enough for you to hear. You grew used to this, the two of you whispering in the halls, his low, deep voice on your ear. “Both of us.”
“Are you sure about it? We can work on something through distance. Some visits here and there…”
“Yes, I’m sure about it.” He says, caressing your cheek. “We’ll make it work over there.”
“We’ll make it work over there.” You repeat, kissing him again.
“Holy shit!” The dramatic tone and the sing-song words make you roll your eyes, stepping down, and looking at your father. “Can’t you two keep your hands off each other for five minutes?” With a disgusting face, he walks past you two, stopping by the door. “Everyone keeps pissing the hell out of me about how the two little doves are going way too far with the PDA.”
“Don’t you kiss your wives in front of people?”
“Completely different.”
“I disagree.” Shrugging your shoulders, you grab Daryl’s collar and pull him down, kissing him hard and needy, not minding your father’s eyes.
“Get inside right now!” He shouts, and you break the kiss, laughing. “And enough with all this saliva exchanging before I throw up my lunch.”
And so you do.
The council gets tense to see Daryl, but you ignore it. Negan sits on one end of the table and you sit on the other, making Simon move out so Daryl can sit on your right.
“Well, well, well…” Negan starts, sighing. “People say children change your life forever and when Lucille told me she was pregnant I was so down for it.” He holds his bat, looking at it, and for a second, you notice when his stare changes. When he remembers her, your mother. “But I never thought you’d ask me to give up on my worse enemy because of a crush.”
“Daryl is not just a crush anymore. We’re in love.” Trying not to blush, you hate to say that in front of all these murderers. This was supposed to be something that belongs to you alone, but the situation forces your hand. “We’re into a serious relationship, and I won’t have any of these assholes hurting anyone he cares about.” Giving everyone a look, you smile to see them nod.
“I had a perfect plan,” Simon speaks up, chuckling, a hand covering his mouth, glancing at Negan. “It’d take Alexandria and Rick down for good. And we could easily implement it on the other communities as well if necessary.”
“Well…” Mimicking Negan’s tone, you get up, walk around the table, and stop behind Simon. “I could stay here all evening and tell you every single flaw that plan has. Flaws Rick Grimes would find out and take you down.” Touching both his shoulders, you squeeze them. Your father always does that, and you feel when Simon gets tense. He knows you can have him killed if you want. “For good.”
“Did you tell him my plan?” He asks, jerking his head towards Daryl.
“Yup.” Giggling, you walk over Negan, casually resting an arm around his shoulders. “This is only a formality so you’ll know how things will be. Dad and I have been through this already. I met Daryl by accident when he was being kept a prisoner and we got into each other. Now, we’re together and I here announce formally to you I’ll be taking over Alexandria.”
To say people are perplexed is a misunderstanding. They all look at Negan, who sighs and nods. “Yeah.” He bangs Lucille on the table twice, like a judge making a decision. “This is how things will have to be now since my beloved daughter wants to have… That.” He gestures at Daryl, and his tone makes you boil with anger. “But.” He pauses, and you can imagine the smile he has on. “When this whole thing is over we’ll be right back to business.”
“When?” Dwight asks, both his hands folded in front of him. “So we’ll sit here and wait for them to break up?”
“Absolutely, yes!” Negan exclaims, standing up to his feet. You haven’t thought about this. You did promise Daryl nothing would ever happen to his people, and the Saviours are just waiting for their chance.
So this play will have to go on forever.
It seems like Daryl has the same thought because there’s a question in his eyes. Should I prepare myself for an eventual fight?
The answer is no, so you shake your head. You don’t mind keeping this up forever if it means a bunch of good people will be spared. And you know that when you reach Alexandria and the Saviours that will accompany you leave, you won’t have to fake that much…
And that’s something else you haven’t thought about. Daryl won’t have to kiss you anymore.
“So. That’s it. (Y/N) is the head of Alexandrian now so no playing with them anymore or you’ll have to answer to my baby girl and me. ”
At the same time, you walk over to Daryl, biting your lips to hide the smile. “We did it.” You whisper, tiptoeing to kiss him.
“Ya did it.”
“Nope. We did it. You and I.” After another kiss, you follow the people out of the meeting room.
But that’s when the anxiety hits.
You and Daryl spend the rest of the day making the preparations to go to Alexandria. You gave up going half a dozen times, but Daryl keeps assuring you it’ll be alright. Jim and a dozen other Saviours will go with you but leave on the next morning. Then… You’ll be there, far from all those people that make you sick.
But you’ll also be surrounded by people who your father hurt. A hell lot. So it’s a bittersweet sensation.
“Where will I live…? I mean after the Saviours are gone?” You ask as you shyly climb on Daryl’s bed, sitting on your legs.
“Yer making a lot of questions tonight.” He says, reaching out his hand, which you take. “There’s a small house near a square. We could stay there ‘cause-”
“Because you were sharing a house with Carol and oh–She hates me.” Cutting him off, you sigh. “They’ll all hate me. As they should.”
“Yer not Negan,” Daryl states, as he always does. With a small smile on your lips, you move closer to him, lying down with your head on his chest, as usual. “They’ll come around with time. They’ll get ta’ know ya and they’ll see yer nothin’ like these assholes here.”
“I wish I had your hope.”
“Stop thinkin’ about it and get some rest. Long road tomorrow.”
“Are you happy to go home?” Stupid question, of course, he is. “Well, I know you are. I’d be too, obviously.”
“I’m not good at sayin’ stuff but… Thank you.” When you listen to those words, you raise your head, using your elbow to support your weight. “If it wasn’t for you more people could have died.”
Smiling, you lean down to kiss him, softly. “I’m just trying to do what’s right.”
“Yer succeedin’.”
“Daryl, we… What will happen to us? When the Saviors leave?” You ask in a low voice, going back to your previous position on his chest. “This fake thing won’t be necessary once we’re alone there…”
“Do you think I’ll stop takin’ care of ya?” He grunts as if you said something very stupid. “Ya ain’t gettin’ rid of me that easily.”
Giggling, you nod, closing your eyes. “Good night, Daryl.” You whisper, smiling to hear his soft reply.
Daryl was genuinely happy to be home. When he sees Alexandria’s gates, a smile crosses his lips. But he never thought he’d be taking the Saviors with him. At least this means something good. With (Y/N) as the head of Alexandria, his family will be safe. And nobody else will get hurt. Ever again.
He feels when she gets tense on the bike behind him, arms strongly encircling his midsection. Having her cross the gates on his bike will send a good signal to the group. He needs them to see in (Y/N) the same thing he sees.
In the beginning, she was a paradox to him. So beautiful and kind, with a proposition to save his group out of nowhere. For a long time, Daryl thought she was lying, that it was some kind of trap. But it wasn’t. And the angel-like girl, whose eyes caught his attention at the very first sight, stole his heart.
It was a weird sensation for Daryl, to have his heart settled on someone. But this feeling is why he’s bringing her here, for good. Here, she won’t have to hurt herself anymore, because Daryl’s heart breaks every time he thinks about what she used to do. He makes sure she’ll keep her nails short now, just in case. He knows it may come out as too controlling, but he just wants her to be fine. Happy.
Everything is new to Daryl. This is a situation he never thought he’d be into. He not only has strong, confusing feelings towards her, but she seems to feel the same. She never pushed him away, instead, she holds on to him, mostly at night. He never thought a woman like her, young, beautiful, and kind, would ever want to be near him.
But he wants to be near her. So that’s what he’ll do. Daryl decided not to overthink the chaotic feelings trapped inside him, and just do what felt right. And (Y/N) feels right. That’s why she’s here with him, entering her new home. Daryl will make sure he’s fine, healthy, and happy. If it’s up to him, she won’t ever have to see death in its worse form, imposed on good, innocent people.
When the gates open, you can’t help but hold onto Daryl a little bit tighter. But when the bike stops, you jump off, eyes on the group coming your way. There are some people ahead, and others keep a distance. You can’t ignore how amazing the place is. It looks like a town, and if it wasn’t for the circumstances, you could pretend this was the world from before. A normal neighbourhood with children playing around.
But the group ahead of you is fully alert, and those behind you need to be fooled, so they can take the right information to your father back at the Sanctuary. So you take a deep breath, clenching your hands into fists.
But before you can say anything, Daryl walks forward, hugging who could only be Rick, judging by the description Daryl gave you. “Brother.” He mumbles, patting Daryl’s back. And despite the groups’ eyes being on you and the Saviors, everyone greets Daryl, some with teary eyes.
Then, once the greetings are over, all the attention is back on you. And the Saviors.
“As much as I’m happy to see you alive and well, brother, I have to ask…” Rick jerks his chins forward, at you and the heavily armed people you brought to their home. “What’s this about?”
Daryl gives you a look and a nod. So you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for another act.
“People of Alexandria.” You start, raising your voice so everyone can hear it. “You all know this place and your asses belong to my father. But there was a change of protocol.” Shrugging your shoulders, you pace around, glancing at the Saviors. “I am now Head of Alexandria, which means your asses now belong to me, so you’ll do as I say, just like you do as Negan says.” There’s a commotion, but you ignore it, turning to face the Saviors. “And you won’t ever touch anyone from this Community unless I say so. Understood?”
“Yes, princess.” They chant, almost at the same time and you fake a smile before turning around at the group.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 1.3 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!!
×
How It Begins
Walking around is hard now. You’re way too heavy, only a month away from finally meeting your baby. The bets are going wild, and the group is divided fifty-fifty. You think it’s a boy, and Daryl thinks it’s a girl. And you have a bet of your own.
With a hand on your belly, you approach the house, on the furthest side of Alexandria, taking the keys from your pocket and unlocking the bars. The metal is fixated on the structure of the house, surrounding it completely. It was Rick’s idea, and as soon as it was ready, he was moved from his cell. He can’t leave, that’s the agreement, but at least he has some comfort, even though you’re not sure if he deserves it.
“Dad?” You ask before you hear something falling on the kitchen and making your way over there. It doesn’t take much until the smell of something burning hits your nose. “What are you doing?”
“Cooking.” He simply says, turning around and looking at you. With a dishcloth over his shoulder and a pan on his hand, Negan smiles.
“More likely trying to set the kitchen on fire.” You complain as you move to sit on the table, a hand on your swollen belly. “Quit trying to recreate mom’s recipe. You know you can’t.”
“The more you try to stop me, the harder I’ll try. My grandchild will eat those cookies.”
Giggling, you roll your eyes. “How is your day going so far?” Visiting Negan is a daily thing. He’s imprisoned for life, but he doesn’t seem too bothered by it. You do manage to get him out every once in a while to walk around the neighborhood, but always with an armed guard. Rick, Michonne, Jim, or even Daryl. The last option is always fun because he enjoys making Daryl uncomfortable with way too many questions about your life together. But even though this is his prison, Negan seems satisfied, as he said himself. He wants to be around you, and his grandchild. He wants to be part of your lives, even though he’s still paying for his crimes.
“Good. Finished another book. Quite mad I’ll never have a sequence since the author is probably a walker by now, and even if he isn’t I don’t think he’d lose his time writing it.” Putting the pan in the sink, he comes to the table and sits next to you. “And this little one? Agitated much?” He places a hand on your belly, making a funny face. “Are you letting mommy sleep? Or are you shooting crossbows in there?”
“He loves crossbowing in the nighttime when I want to sleep.” You giggle, running a hand through your hair. “This kid will be a hurricane.”
“What did you expect by mixing your genes with Dixon’s?”
“I’m a Dixon too, you know that, right?” Rolling your eyes, you smile.
“Yeah. I remember something about a marriage nobody told me about.”
“Drop the drama, dad.”
“I–”
“(Y/N)?” You hear him calling at the same time you hear the front door opening. “M’ back.”
“Seriously? You’re eight months pregnant and he’s still going on runs?” Negan asks as you stand up, quickly helping you.
“I needed some things from Hilltop.” You explain as Daryl comes to the kitchen, eyeing Negan before looking down at you. You don’t think they hate each other, but they’re certainly not friends.
“I got what ya need.” He tells you. “And I won’t be goin’ anywhere else for a long time.”
“You better not,” Negan warns.
“Alright, alright.” Touching your father’s shoulder, you sigh. “I’ll go now. Why don’t you cook something other than coal so we can have dinner together, huh?”
“Carbonara?”
“Carbonara.” You agree, kissing his cheek. “Bye, dad.”
“Take care.”
“I will.” Taking Daryl’s hand, you walk out, making sure to lock the house again.
Doing this wasn’t easy, but it works. The Saviors still obey Negan, so they left. The workers stood in the Sanctuary, and they’re rebuilding it, under Rick’s leadership. If anyone rises on Negan’s name, the man himself will tell them not to. And if they don’t give up their idea, someone will shut them up.
Alexandria is thriving, prospering, alongside the other communities. Hilltop, Oceanside, the Kingdom, and the Sanctuary working together to achieve one goal. Rebuild society. Live, instead of just survive. You’re seeing the start of everything, your baby will see it play out, and God only knows what your grandchildren will see. Whatever it is, it’ll be great.
“Yer silent,” Daryl says as you walk inside, already back home. “What are ya thinkin’ about?”
“A little bit of everything, I think.” Still pulling him with you, you guide him upstairs, where your sit on the edge of the bed. “Life, us, the baby… What this world will become and who our son will become.”
“Or daughter.”
“Or daughter.” You decide to agree, rolling your eyes. “Are you excited? Only around a month to go. Doc says maybe three weeks.”
“Ya have no idea how much.” He sits beside you, a hand on your belly. As if the baby knows, he kicks, and you fix your eyes on Daryl, admiring his smile. This smile belongs to you alone. To you and your baby, because nothing else can make him smile like this.
“Someone’s saying hi.” You sing-song.
“Hi, little ass-kicker. Cozy in there?” He talks to the bump, and you can’t help but chuckle. “Is mommy a good house for ya?” The baby kicks again, and you gasp. “I guess that’s a yes.”
“I freaking love you, Daryl.” You decide to say, just because you need to let him know that. Every day, over and over again. “So much.”
“Ya gave things I never thought I’d have. Things I don’t think I deserve. Love, a family… Yer everything ta’ me, (Y/N). My sunshine.” Leaning closer, he kisses you, slow and sweet, a hand caressing your cheek. “The two of ya are my whole world. Now and forever.”
“You saved me, you know that, right? When I saw you in that cell… I think you saved me as much as I saved you.”
“We saved each other.” He says, kissing your nose. “And because of ya I’m the happiest man alive.”
Biting your lip, you feel yourself blushing. “Than kiss me again, Dixon.” You challenge, blushing a little bit more when he does just that, kissing you with all the love he has.
People say this is how the world ends, but you disagree. This is how your life begins, and you’re in love with it. And you will live. For your husband, for your child, your father, and your family. The one you chose, and who chose you. This is not the end, it could never be. This world is still full of life, and you’re the proof.
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.
No Lone Wolves Here (Daryl Dixon x Platonic!Reader)
An Alexandrian party is too much for you after your time surviving. Thankfully, your friend Daryl understands exactly how you’re feeling.
The party was bustling with life. It felt odd, to be surrounded by so many people in such small quarters, actual clean clothes adorned on your body and the heavy sound of chatter attacking your senses. After surviving with the dead for so long, it was strange to be living with the living. That’s why you separated yourself, clinging to the quietest corner of the room. You merely watched all these people interact with one thought in your mind - how can they act so normal?
Your every instinct was telling you to run, to find a quiet place to spend the rest of your night. You wanted to ditch the bottle of beer that was cradled in your hand, the liquid still brimming the top. You couldn’t drink. No, you had to stay focused.
“Hey, Y/N.” Rick sidled up beside you, eyes raking your tense stance. It didn’t take a body language expert to sense that you were on edge. “Enjoying the party?”
“Depends on your definition of ‘enjoyment’.”
“C'mon, try to loosen up a bit.” Rick sighed, rubbing his beard. He placed a friendly hand on your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “I know it’s hard, but can you at least try? These people welcomed us into their home.”
Rick’s begging eyes broke your resolve. As much as you loved your corner of solitude, there was only so long that you could put off interacting with other people. Nodding your head, a bright smile lit up his face. The action nearly knocked you off your feet. It had been so long since you had seen him smile.
You had to do this, for your friends, your family.
“You got this.” Rick gave your shoulder a final squeeze, before disappearing back into the crowd. You wished he stayed by your side and helped you navigate the treacherous waters of normal conversation. God, you couldn’t remember the last time you made small talk.
Fighting your trembling hands and racing heart, you threw yourself into the fray. You felt eyes draw towards you as you suddenly realised you could not remember how the hell to approach a stranger for a conversation. Don’t even get you started on small talk.
Nervously, you sipped your drink. The foul tasting liquid did nothing to soothe your nerves. Maybe it would be better if you got another drink.
Weaving through the people, you managed to find the kitchen. You released a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding at the sight of the empty room. You were becoming aware that your palms were sweaty.
Drink cradled to your chest, you searched the table for anything other than beer. After a few minutes you came up short, disappointment shooting through you like a bullet.
“Looking for a drink?” A voice behind you questioned.
Your heart jumped out of your chest as you spun around, already thinking ten steps ahead as to how you could incapacitate the threat. You froze when you saw a man standing there, no older than early twenties, looking at you with a raised brow.
“Someone’s jumpy.” His remark dug under your skin. He had no idea what you had been through to get to this paradise. Ignorant prick. Still, you promised Rick you would try to be friendly. You huffed a laugh, hoping it would hide your annoyance.
“You’re with the new group, right?” You nodded your head, really wishing he would stop looking at you. There was nothing sinister in his gaze, just a glint of curiosity that you weren’t sure how to respond to. “I’m Jake, nice to meet you.”
His open hand hung between the two of you. You stared at it, not entirely sure what to do. If you shook his hand, that would give him the advantage to exploit your weaknesses. You settled for nodding at him, forcing a small quirk to your lips. “I’m Y/N.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
Suddenly you didn’t get a good vibe. You wanted to tell this man to mind his own business but all you could think of was how brightly Rick smiled. He wanted to make this place a home; you had to try to make this work. Reluctantly, you shook your head up and down.
Jake moved closer, skirting around you to grab another drink. He took the lid off with the edge of the table, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “It’s so boring here. It’s wild to think the world is… gone when everything here is so normal. I bet you have some stories.”
Your mouth ran off without consulting your brain. “None of which I’m sharing with you.”
Jake immediately backed away, raising his hands in surrender. You wanted to do nothing more than yank the drink from his hand and smash it over his head. He was still smiling. “I wasn’t trying to pry, just making friendly conversation.”
“Feels more like an interrogation to me.”
“Is it? Because to me it seems like you have a difficulty opening up.”
“To me it sounds like you’ve never heard that curiosity kills the cat.”
He smiled playfully. “But satisfaction brought it back.”
“Not to be rude, but I’m not going to tell someone I’ve just met my life story.” All thoughts of grabbing another drink forgotten, you moved past him to leave the kitchen. His hand shot out and grabbed your arm. Before you could process what was happening, you had his arm pinned to his back, him whimpering.
“Don’t touch me.” You warned, releasing his arm and leaving the kitchen. Rick’s wish be damned, you tried, maybe you could try another day. All you knew was this house was suffocating and it felt as if your lungs were going to explode.
You saw glimpses of your group as you tried to find a way out. They were laughing, smiling, drinking, and acting like the perfect citizens. The thought of doing the same made you feel sick. At this point you had evolved into a survivor and the white picket fence lifestyle didn’t suit you.
Aaron appeared in your vision, stepping out in front of you. You stopped in your tracks, legs itching to start moving again. “Y/N? Are you okay?”
The concern in his eyes made you want to run further. Desperately, you managed to squeak out a request. “Can I leave?”
“Sure, sure.” Aaron smiled at you sympathetically. “I’ll show you the way.”
With Aaron as your guide you escape your prison, breathing in a large lungful of clean air. As soon as you stepped outside you felt your shoulders loosen and your heart calm.
Aaron closed the door behind you. “Want me to walk you home?”
Home? Did you really have a home here? You declined his offer, shoving the bottle of beer towards Aaron and practically running down the stairs and out into the street. The steady rhythm of your feet hitting the ground brought a strange sense of calm over yourself, until finally you could rid yourself of the anxieties the Alexandrian welcome party had brought you. Jogging to a stop outside the group’s shared house, you weren’t all that surprised to see Daryl sat on the steps, taking a deep drag of his cigarette.
Slightly out of breath, you nodded to the seat next to him. Daryl shuffled over wordlessly, and with a deep sigh you sagged into the space. The acidic stench of smoke hit your nostrils.
“Thought ya were at the party.” Daryl puffed out a plume of smoke. You watched it curl into the air and fade away.
“I’m not really the party type.”
“Me neither.”
“Now that does surprise me.” Daryl eyed you up from the corner of his eye. You smirked, knocking your shoulder against his. “Look at us, a pair of socialites.”
Daryl chuckled. “I’d rather not play pretend when I know the shit that’s goin’ on out there.”
You looked at the walls, at what they were keeping out, but what they were also keeping in. “These people know nothing of suffering.”
“You were like tha’ once.” Daryl stubbed his cigarette on the floor, grinding the ashes into the wood, leaving a burn mark.
“Yeah but I wasn’t a blind idiot.”
“Yeah, 'cause you still are.”
You mocked a gasp, pushing him playfully with your hand. “Remind me why we’re friends.”
“Bold of ya to assume we’re friends.”
“Right, because we’re family.”
“Damn straight.” Daryl leaned backwards, his hands supporting him. “Why’d ya leave?”
You sighed, looking down at your hands. When you lived outside the walls they were always caked in some kind of dirt or blood. Now they were so clean you could make out the creases in your skin. “They wanted entertainment and I ain’t no performing monkey.”
“Amen.” He shuffled across, so the space between you was smaller. His body heat warmed your chilled bones.
Minutes of comfortable silence passed between the two of you. It had always been this way, you could happily chat for hours or say nothing at all. It was the company that mattered. Having once been renowned for being a lone wolf, Daryl had broken free from his shell and embraced the relationships he formed with others. It was hard to believe that when you first met him, he was the loner everyone was intimidated by.
“This place feels like a fairytale.” Daryl mused, looking out at the picture perfect scene. Even the moan of walkers could barely be heard.
“All stories end.”
Daryl grunted in agreement. “I just hope it’s a long fucking story.”
“Are we normal, Daryl? For not fitting in here?”
“Were we ever normal?”
You hummed.
“I don’t think bein’ different is a bad thing.”
“No, I guess you’re right.”
Daryl smiled at you cheekily. “Aren’t I always?”
You laughed, grateful that while everything else was changing, you would still have your friend by your side.
For the people that’s accusing me of stealing pics….REALLY!?
I find pictures in different places such as Pinterest, Google and other websites. I work very hard at making these edits for people to enjoy and it pisses me off when someone accuses me of something I DIDN’T DO.
A/N - Hey guys! here’s a teaser of something I’ve been working on not sure if i should continue with this, It hasn’t got any smut yet but will do if i continue on it. Please please please leave me a comment and let me know what you think! Apologies for any mistakes i haven’t edited this or read it over!
Love Jen :)
He was the most incredible looking man you had ever seen, Walking through the gates with that possum in his hand, He was definitely a little disheveled, Looked like he was in serious need of a shower but gorgeous nonetheless. Your mouth going dry the moment you saw him, Feeling the now unfamiliar fluttering in your stomach as he walked by you, Not sparing a second glance in your direction.
His eyes alert and suspiciously taking in his surroundings, You watched as he handed his crossbow over, Fingers twitching as it was moved further away from him. Aaron leading them to Deana’s house. Where they will no doubt be being interviewed on camera, Just like all the newcomers were. Just like you had been three months before, Looking over the others in the group seeing their wary eyes the exhaustion showing through the cracks in their demeanor.
Letting out the breath you weren’t aware you had been holding you watched them disappear around the corner. As you were turning to go back into the house you were stopped by Olivia. Rushing from the direction the strangers had gone, a huge basket full of linens in her arms.
“Hey Y/N Are you busy? Any chance you can give me a hand? Deana has asked me to set up the two houses down the street for the new guys” Looking at you with those hopeful puppy dog eyes, She knew there was no way you could say no to her.
“Fineeee, But Jessie’s helping too!” You groaned turning back towards her and down the front steps.
“Thank you Y/N! Jessie’s already there loading some supplies into the cupboards” Her pace was getting faster now, Half running to keep up with her frantic walk you let her continue.
“Could you please start on the beds, That would be a HUGE help. Here take this” Offloading the basket to you she turned back towards the garage that held all of the town’s supplies.
“I’m going to grab some more linen, I’ll be back in a few!”
Groaning again at the weight of the basket you walked up the steps of the house Olivia had specified. Spotting Jessie in the kitchen immediately.
She laughed at your sour expression “She roped you into this too?” You nodded in reply carrying the basket up the stairs and starting in the first room you came too.
Picking up the first bundle of sheets, Finding a little note attached ‘Single’ Pushing them to one side you picked up the next ‘Double’ Taking the note off and putting it back in the basket you made your way to the bed. Pulling the sheets on and making the bed easily you continued into the other three bedrooms upstairs, Finding one set of double sheets remaining.
Walking down the stairs you passed Jessie again in the Kitchen, Stopping for a moment you took a glass of water from her mumbling your thanks, “Just the basement left! Has she come back yet?”
“Mhmm She left that for you” pointing to a basket of towels. “And she said she’s left the next bunch of sheets and towels in the next house ready”
“And what pray tell is olivia doing while she’s got me sweating like a Whore in Church”
Jessie choked a little on her water trying to suppress her giggle at your words. “Beats me! Tried to ask her, She ran off looking very important” She giggled again.
“Best get on before she finds more jobs for me!” Jessie agreed to grab the towels and put them into each bathroom, Snagging two from her you took it down to the basement with you.
This place was lucky really, There had been a hotel nearby that was just about to open as all hell broke loose that had stacks of linens, Plates and silverware. Enough to fully stock this place for a long time.
It seemed silly to you at first for this to be a huge concern but the longer you stayed here and the more you got used to the little comforting things like the Clean bedding and actual utensils the more important it had started to feel. It made you feel normal, Civilised. Like the world hadn’t just thrown a tantrum. Sure it never lasted very long but the comfort you got from these little things was priceless.
Once you had finished the bed down stairs you and Jessie made your way over to the second house repeating the jobs, Smiling as you left. Hopefully the comfort the little things had on you would also reassure and comfort the new guys. If only just a little. Being out there for so long yourself you knew how hard it would be for them to adapt.
When Aaron had first brought you through the gates you thought you must have died. Everything was so….Normal, The houses all pristine. All happy smiling faces welcoming you to the neighbourhood. It had taken you a week to speak, Sometimes you still weren’t sure if it was real at all, Maybe this is where your consciousness goes when you were walking around as one of those dead but not dead freaks.
Walking back home you spotted Olivia, Saluting her “All done El capitan!” She laughed as you walked by purposely not slowing in case she thought of another job for you.
Sinking back into your couch and grabbing the book you had discarded earlier when the commotion at the gate started, You had been out hunting the day before, Which meant today you could take the next few days easy.
Reading the Hobbit for the millionth time, You easily slipped back into that familiar world, Only stopping when it got too dark to see the words on the page. The next day was much the same head straight back into your book escaping the real world as long as you could. Not realising how long you had been sat there, The sun was low on the horizon when you were pulled from your favourite book.
Opening the door you were greeted by a smiling Aaron. “Hey Y/N I can’t stay gotta get back to Eric, Deana is throwing a welcome party for the new guys, Since you’re our newest person besides them, She is pretty insistent you attend!”
Rolling your eyes “Insistent hm? I think I’ll give it a miss..But thanks for the invite!” Trying to shut the door hoping this conversation was over when the door was stopped on his foot.
“C’mon Y/N a little more socialising won’t kill you! You’ve managed to come out of your shell to me Jessie and now Olivia! A few more wouldn’t hurt right?”
The puppy dog eyes. How did every fucker in here know that was your weak spot.
“Ughhhhh Finee! Only if you’re going to be there?” He nodded happily turning and stopping on the steps “See you at 8 wear something pretty” He winked, Taking off before you could change your mind.
Pretty? You weren’t even sure you owned anything that could be classed as pretty. Storming upstairs like a toddler having a tantrum you stripped quickly showering the sweat from yourself before stepping out wrapping the fluffy towel around you.
Walking over to your closet you pulled at the pile of dresses you had haphazardly thrown to the bottom of the closet when you had moved in, Never thinking in this new world there would be a place for pretty dresses.
Separating the sizes you pulled the few that would fit you to one side throwing the rest back in a heap again. Holding them up to your chest you decided on a black figure hugging one with a slit up one side. You guessed this would be kind of functional too. The slit certainly gave you enough room to move if you needed to. Picking up a pair of almost matching wedges you threw them both on the bed. Turning your attention to your hair as you tried to tame it.
It was a shame this new world didn’t include bloody straighteners. Groaning at yourself you couldn’t believe that had just crossed your mind. There were more important things to worry about besides your hair!
Running the brush through it once more, It would do. Your mother certainly would be happy. She loved your naturally wavy curls. You felt the twang in your heart as you remembered her, She had lasted 6 months after the fall before one wrong step sent her into the arms of a walker taking her from you. Rubbing your eyes gently. No you wouldn’t cry, If she was here now she’d be giving you an earful about it, Demanding you enjoy your night and your freedom.
Looking over at the tiny clock on the side 8:15 shit you were late. Pulling the dress over your head and heels on your feet you spared your reflection one last look smoothing the dress down on your stomach nervously. You can do this. It’s only people right?
Slowly descending the stairs and making your way out the door, Your feet dragging as you headed closer to the party. Stopping outside the door, Hearing the laughter from the other side.
Before you knew what you were doing you were spinning back around back up the street when a light fell over you.
“Sneaking away before they can see you huh Y/N?” Giving him a guilty look.
“I tried… Tried and failed. Oh well maybe next time!” You chuckled.
“Oh hey, Daryl right?” Turning and following Aaron’s gase you spotted him again. So the possum guy’s name was Daryl.
Giving him a small smile “I guess those kinda things aren’t for you either?”
Not quite looking at you he gave a non committal grunt.
Deciding to take Aaron’s earlier advice, Taking a deep breath.
“You eaten? I’m making spaghetti if you’re hungry?” He shrugged again.
“C’mon, She makes some pretty serious spaghetti” Aaron teased, raising his eyebrow at you.
“Guess I could eat” He mumbled, still looking more at his feet than you. Aaron gave you a wink as he went back inside giving you both a wave before shutting the door.
“C’mon it’s this way. Just down from your house. I guess you could say we’re neighbours” He fell into step with you still staying quiet the entire way. As you opened the front door you looked backwards seeing Daryl looking between your open door and his own house.
“Come in, Food won’t be long!” Holding the door open Daryl finally made his decision, his feet carrying him swiftly up the stairs and inside. Flicking the lights on as you followed him.
“Kitchen’s that way, I’ll get you a drink. Whiskey ok?” He finally looked at you.
“You guys have Whiskey?” A shocked expression crossing his face. “Yeah i found it out there still unopened a while back, I was saving it for a special occasion, But shh don’t tell olivia or she’ll add it to that list of hers!” He gave you a small smile as you poured a glass for each of you passing it to him.
“Make yourself at home! I’ll get this started” He took a seat at the breakfast bar rolling the glass around in his hands whilst you busied yourself in the kitchen pulling out everything you would need and quickly getting it started.
Turning back to the breakfast bar you grabbed the loaf of bread slicing a few pieces and covering them in some oil and wild garlic you had found on your hunt yesterday. Popping them into the oven. He spoke again “Why’s it a special occasion?” He mumbled.
Grinning at him and taking a sip of your whiskey. “It’s not everyday I get to cook my serious spaghetti for just anyone!”
You could see the blush rising in his cheeks as he took a long swig of his whiskey. You leant over to top his glass off, Before turning to the cupboards and grabbing placemats, Plates and cutlery.
“Here let me do that” He tried as he moved towards you.
“Absolutely not! My mother would roll over in her grave if she knew i put a guest to work” Smiling sadly as your mother popped into your head again. Setting the table.
Turning your attention back to your meal you strained the pasta, Popping it into a dish before dishing up the sauce too. Taking them back to the table and returning to the oven to fish the garlic bread out.
Once everything was on the table you both took a seat. Reaching over you served him a large portion popping a few pieces of garlic bread on his plate before serving yourself.
“Dig in” You insisted before turning back to your plate. He watched you take the first few mouthfuls before reaching for his own fork.
After a few minutes of silence you spoke up again “So what do you think of Alexandria?”
“I think it ain’t real”
“I thought that for a long time, Hell I’m still not convinced and I’ve been here 3 months”
“So your not…uh…Not from here. Like the others”
“I’m from out there I guess. Asheville Georgia originally”
His eyes went wide at this “Me too, Sorta. Lived up near the mountains in Georgia”
A huge grin crossing your face “So we’ve always been neighbours then! How strange that we would meet here in DC! We must have been in the same places a thousand times! I used to go hunting in the mountains with my daddy”
He shrugged “Alotta my group from near there, We met in Atlanta……” he trailed off mumbling “Ya wouldn’t have noticed someone like me anyway”
Trying to get him to meet your eyes over the table, “Oh i most definitely would have noticed YOU Daryl”
He cleared his throat awkwardly, the tops of his ears peeking through his shaggy hair going beet red, his face lowered, he turned his attention back to his food.
Realising you had probably gone too far, Afterall you didn’t really know anything about this man, You had only seen him once yesterday morning before tonight, You weren’t even sure if he was single. Or straight for that matter. Trying to ease the awkwardness that had now descended in the room you tried a quick change of conversation.
“How are your group feeling about being here? Did you and your partner manage to sleep okay?” Hoping your not so subtle way of asking him if he were single wouldn’t be too obvious.
“Partner? Rick’s the Cop not me” He grumbled. Okay maybe not as obvious as you first thought.
You shook your head slightly, his obliviousness was strangely endearing, “Sorry no i meant your girlfriend, Wife” When he didn’t reply straight away you figured you must have missed the mark. “Boyfriend?” You questioned.
He snorted at this “I ain’t gay, Aint got no woman either” Not able to contain the gleeful smile on your face. Not that it would matter his eyes were fully trained on his meal as he started devouring it quicker, Reaching for his glass he drained the remaining dregs of the whiskey.
“Oh really? I thought for sure you’d have been snapped up by now!”
The blush returning to his face again he gave you a noncommittal grunt, Waiting a moment you realised he wasn’t going to answer. Not much of a talker. You were probably being too pushy, Small talk was hard to do after seeing the things he no doubt had seen out there, The things that man had probably had to do just as you had, Suppressing the shudder that threatened to run through you as your mind conjured up the images.
Standing quickly you walked back to the kitchen grabbing the bottle and refilling his glass and in turn your own.
Taking a deep gulp of the whiskey and then quickly finishing your own meal in silence, Both finishing your meal at the same time, Daryl raises the plate to his mouth to scrape the last bits of pasta into his mouth.
“Still hungry? There’s plenty more if you would like some more?”
Shaking his head no “ ‘M good.” He grunted. Taking his plate from him and collecting your own you took them into the kitchen dropping them in the sink you turned to retrieve the serving bowls, Almost crashing straight into Daryl, Your hands flinching up and landing on his chest steadying yourself.
He caught the bowl just in time surprisingly before any of the remaining food managed to spill on the floor.
Feeling the blush on your cheeks now as your hands lingered a moment longer than they should have done, Enjoying the firmness of his muscular chest under your fingers.
Dropping your arms to your sides. “I’m sorry! Thank you, Let me take that” Taking the bowl and turning your beetroot red face away from him you found a tupperware box in the cupboard filling it with the leftovers before turning to the sink and washing the dishes.
When you turned back to him he was watching you silently, Studying you it seemed.
Picking your glass back up you motioned to him “Should we finish the bottle or do you have somewhere to be?”
When he made no move to leave you picked up the bottle and motioned towards the living room letting him follow behind you, Taking a seat you finally kicked your uncomfortable heels off, Your feet instantly throbbing grateful to be out of their confines.
Propping your feet up on the coffee table in front of you, You sank back into the plush cushions behind you with a happy groan, Daryl stood awkwardly next to the couch glass hanging from his fingertips gasing at you with a softness in his eyes, The redness rising again in cheeks once he realised you had caught him gazing at you.
Smiling at his warmly “No need to stand on ceremony, Take a seat” Patting the chair next to you from emphasis. “More?” You asked, shaking the bottle at him. Taking it from you he filled his own glass before turning to yours and topping yours up also.
Clearing his throat awkwardly. “So…Are ya people here too?”
Dropping your eyes from him you shook your head sadly “Just me…They’re all gone….” The alcohol was taking over your words as you mumbled “Shouldn’t have been me…” Feeling a tear escape your eye as you thought about the countless lives you had watched taken before their time. People who would have been the greatest asset in this new world…Gone, Some died saving you. For what.. They should have let you die.
Pulling your mind from those thoughts, It didn’t do anyone any good to dwell! Wiping the tear quickly from your cheek grabbing your drink and gulping it down in one.
Turning back to Daryl you shifted a non convincing smile back to your face.
“How about you? Your group seems very close almost like a…”
Finishing your sentence for you “A family……Ya know i look around and i think about the people that are gone, And the people that are still here and it aint right…Aint fair..But yer gotta keep goin for em”
Smiling at Aaron’s name “Yeah i wouldn’t be here either if it wasn’t for him and Eric, They’re good people. Most of the people here are good people. Too innocent to the world as it is yes, But good people..”
After sitting in silence for a few moments when Daryl broke the silence. “Well i should…I should go….They’ll be wonderin where i am”
Standing with him you walked him to the door.
“Thanks. Thanks for the-”
“Your welcome Daryl….Maybe you could come again? It was nice to have company” Smiling you opened the door for him letting him linger on the threshold.
He let out another noncommittal grunt as his eyes lingered on you. Leaning against the doorway you followed his eye line down your body, smirking slightly you swayed your hips watching as his eyes followed your movements.
Darting forward you swiftly kissed his cheek. “Goodnight Daryl” The blush on his face matched yours as he turned and stomped down the steps rushing towards his own house.
Daryl
Holy shit she was perfect.
Good food, Great Whiskey, Perfect body. That dress…. He had never met anyone like her before, She hunted too. But a woman like that would never look twice at a man like him.
A dirty good for nothing redneck asshole, He didn’t even know why she had been so…so nice to him tonight.
Carol was waiting for him at the door. Puckering her lips at him she made a lip smacking noise “Kiss Pookie” She giggled.
“Shut up” He mumbled, heading straight for the stairs to the basement. He needed to be alone for a little while as he processed these thoughts. Locking the door behind him he took a few strides over to the bed and flopped down on it.
In the dark of the room the thoughts became more obvious. Throwing an arm over his face he groaned. From the second he had first seen her standing so beautifully in front of Aaron’s house he had a tightening in his stomach. He couldn’t have said no to her invitation if he tried.
If Merle had seen him tonight, Blushing like a love sick little girl, He would have had a right laugh, It was like he could hear his voice. “Oh Princess, Got a crush? Man up Baby bro, Go get that cooch”
Did she mean it when she asked if he could come again? He shook his head. She couldn’t have, she was just being nice. His mind couldn’t stop thinking of the way she smiled at him, The way her hair fell in front of her eyes when she laughed, The curves of her as she swayed in the doorway…. His pants were tightening at the thought. He would have to take care of that before he could fall asleep.
Imagining his hands were roaming her body he pulled his throbbing member free, He wouldn’t last long as he thought about her hands on him, While his hands roamed up those beautiful milky thighs. That beautiful mouth gasping for him.
God that did it, Groaning he let himself spill into his hand, Grabbing a rag at the side of him he wiped it from himself, Ashamed he turned over throwing an arm over his face before drifting into an undisturbed sleep at the thought of her.
Over the next few weeks he saw a lot more of Y/N, As they were the two best hunters in Alexandria they were often thrown together to head out of the walls.
Even in her half ruined Jeans and Walker splattered Shirt she was still gorgeous. On days like today when they’re outside the walls he noticed how her face changed from the strained smile to a relaxed free look in her eyes.
She was scanning the underbrush now checking the traps they had left the week before. He felt the blush on his cheeks when he realised he had been caught staring again.
“Everything okay?” She asked spinning around in a circle, her body tensing looking for the Danger.
He cleared his throat, “Yeah all good. Anythin in the trap?” Blush rising in his cheeks at being caught staring. After that they headed back to the town in comfortable silence, Walking side by side both carrying the day’s hunt, Y/N stopping every few minutes to forage things on the way.
Once back inside the walls, She came with him to his house as they always did now Only stopping to share the hunt with Olivia to share around the town, Y/N spent a lot more time around him and his group. Seeming to slot seamless into their messed up dynamic.
Just like every night she helped Carol prepare the dinner while he retreated to the porch, Cleaning his bow and bolts, The door open letting her musical laugh wash over him as he worked.
He could have listened to her all day, Before long he forgot what he was meant to be doing and just closed his eyes, Head leaning back against the house, Fully relaxed for the first time being in Alexandria.
He groaned inwardly opening his eyes to see who was disturbing his peace.
“Hey…” Rick took a seat next to Daryl on the porch nudging his knee and pointing towards the house.
“Y/N been spending a lot of time here…What’s going on with that?” He asked, giving you a knowing look.
“Why yer asking me?” Daryl huffed. “Shouldn’ yer be askin her”
Rick sighed before giving him another knowing look. “I seen the way you look at her, You sweet on her?”
Daryl wasn’t sure how to respond because of course he was ‘sweet’ on her but there was no changing who he was, A beautiful woman like that could never be interested in him, So there was just no point admitting his feelings to his friend as he knew you would never reciprocate those feelings.
Just as he opened his mouth to reply your beautiful song filled voice broke interrupted at just the right moment. His heart pounding, blush spreading across his face as you smiled at him, He was grateful for the darkness to hide this from you.
As he stood he felt her fingers brush his arm as she gave him an inquisitive look.
Y/N
You felt the electricity hum between you as your fingers found his arm, You had both been taking as many opportunities as possible to get closer to each other, So grateful when you were partnered together to hunt.
Sorry its been awhile since i have posted! I have two different one shots in the works at the moment that i’m wondering if i should finish or give up on and try something else.
I’m thinking about posting what i have written so far on here and get some feedback from you guys?
Let me know in the comments if that’s something you guys would be willing to do!
