#imagine daryl dixon
When I Found You (Pt. 17 of 19)
Pairing:Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.7 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
Next part (18) ->
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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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.
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When I Found You (Pt. 16 of 19)
Pairing:Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.4 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N:I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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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.”
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When I Found You (Pt. 15 of 19)
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!!
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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.”
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When I Found You (Pt. 13 of 19)
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.”
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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.
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When I Found You (Pt. 12 of 19)
Pairing:Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.5 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N:I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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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.
“Now we get a priest and two witnesses.”
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When I Found You (Pt. 11 of 19)
Pairing:Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.7 K
Summary: You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N:I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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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.
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When I Found You (Pt. 10 of 19)
Pairing:Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.2 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N:I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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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.”
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When I Found You (Pt. 09 of 19)
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!!
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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.
“Understood?”
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When I Found You (Pt. 19 of 19)
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!!
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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.
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When I Found You (Pt. 18 off 19)
Pairing:Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.7 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N:I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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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.
“So…? Is he dead or what?”
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When I Found You (Pt. 08 of 19)
Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.5 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N: I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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On His Lips
“I’m telling you, Gregory won’t be ruling Hilltop for too long. The man is a prick. He sides with the Saviors and–” Colorful flying things get your attention, and when you look to your right, you see a bunch of balloons. “What is that?” Giving Daryl a look, you rush down the stairs into the open area, walking to where a small group of people stands. “Hey. What are you doing?”
“Hey, princess,” Laura says, and everyone quickly kneels. “We found some Helium and decided to make a competition.”
“What kind of competition?”
A silenced shot gets your attention and a balloon exploded midair. “We have to shoot the balloons. The higher we let them get before trying, the more points we get. I have thirty-five.”
“Doesn’t sound like your thing Laura.”
“Winner gets a peanut jar.”
“Mmm.” Looking at Daryl, who stopped some feet away, you smile. “Do you like a peanut?”
“Yeah.” He nods, glancing at the others.
“Then I’m in.” Smiling, you take the gun they’re using and tell Jared, the guy near the ballons to let one of them go. He releases a blue one, and you let it float away, the wind moving it a bit too far. You let it go as much as you can before shooting and successfully hitting it. “Bang!”
“And that makes… Twelve points.” Julian says from his place by the fence. There aren’t many walkers here, so there’s no problem.
“My turn,” Jared says and Anne takes his place.
The silly game goes on for a while, and you and Laura are the ones with the highest points. You do ask if Daryl wants to join, but he just said he trusts you to get that peanut jar. You understand him. Why would he even consider doing that with the people who wouldn’t think twice before killing his family? But you have to participate. You have to laugh and make heart eyes at Daryl… But the thing is the heart eyes aren’t even fake anymore.
“Oh, shit.” The exclamation gets your attention, and you almost miss the ballon.
Looking at Jim, you shrug your shoulders. “What? The game wasn’t my idea. Go piss off whoever invented it.”
“So defensive.” He chuckles, nodding at Daryl when he walks past him. “But that’s not what I meant.” Jim gestures at your legs, and you look down, taking in the simple dark jeans.
“Your statement will require further explanation.” Giving Anne the gun, you cross your arms. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing. It’s just that… Uhm… It’s tight. You never wear anything that tight.”
“Oh…” Giving Daryl a look, you get a small, quick smile that crosses his lips. It’s been around a month since the last time you hurt yourself, and the wounds are finally closing. Once and for all, said Daryl, and wearing your jeans doesn’t hurt anymore. “I decided to change a bit. And they’re super comfortable so…”
“Hey,” Daryl calls, and everyone looks at him at the same time. “Stop lookin’.” He says in a lower voice and for some reason, your cheeks warm up.
“Sorry…” Jim whispers, and you don’t think you were supposed to hear it. “Anyways. I wanna try that. Tell me how it works.”
And after this embarrassing episode, Jim joins the small party and you shoot balloons until they’re over. Laura won because Jim distracted you a couple of times, but she wanted to give you the jar. You didn’t accept though. She won it fairly, and you’re not Negan.
You’ve been keeping it in your mind, repeating it to yourself. You’re not Negan.
After the morning walk and having lunch with your father, you have nothing else to do. So you have to talk to Daryl about the thing. The thing. You’ve been avoiding it because you’re getting confused towards him. And you kinda have the feeling he’s getting confused too. Not everything feels like a game anymore. And more than once you caught yourself holding his hand even when walking through empty halls.
But you need to see past all that because a lot depends on it. So, taking a deep breath and trying to keep it professional, you knock on his door. You still wear the key around your neck, but you decided to knock first. Daryl is not a prisoner anymore.
“Hey.” You mutter, stepping inside. “Hope you’re not busy. We need to talk about our plan.”
“Ain’t ever busy when it’s about keepin’ Alexandria safe,” Daryl says, following you to the couch. “Did somethin’ happen?”
“Nope. We just need to work on the next levels…”
“As in gettin’ the hell out of this hellhole?” He asks and you giggle. Daryl did keep the promise. He intends on taking you to live in Alexandria, and as much as you think this won’t work easily, you have this fantasy of having a good, calm life away from the Saviours.
“Not yet…”
“What then?”
“Negan has been… Accepting the fact that we’re together. It doesn’t mean he’s not angry about it and it doesn’t mean he won’t crush Alexandria the moment we break apart. But we need to be more… Public about our relationship before I can ask him to give me Alexandria.” Making way too many pauses, you try not to blush. But you’re certain you’re failing.
“I don’t get it. We walk around, holding hands, huggin’. How can it be more public than that?” Furrowing his eyebrows, Daryl tilts his head to the side.
You were expecting him to get it, so you wouldn’t have to say it. “I know but… I know Negan, and he has to be one hundred percent convinced, so… We should…” Damn it. Getting up to your feet, you pace around. You’re an adult with a good plan. Just spit it out. “We need to be seen kissing. And not just a peck in the lips. A real kiss. And we have to make sure the word will get to Negan and we have to do it in front of Negan.”
Then, silence. Of course, there would be silence. You’re growing to know Daryl and you know he’s not all that comfortable with certain proximities.
“Fine.” He simply says after almost a whole minute.
“Fine?”
“Yeah. I told ya I’d do anythin’ ta’ keep my family safe. Kissin’ ya won’t even be a great sacrifice. Just tell me when and we’ll do it.”
“No, no. If you act weird, it can be misunderstood. We need to… We need to act as if we’ve been doing it for quite a while so…”
“I don’t get it.”
Sighing, you clear your throat. “We need to train.”
“Train?”
“Mhmm.” Nodding, you sit down next to him again. “It has to look natural, mostly in front of Negan. He’s great at reading people and if he finds anything odd, he’ll push me against the wall and it’ll only force us to remain here longer.” Looking down at your hands, you shrug your shoulders. “I’m sorry you have to do this. I’m just trying to make it right so we can leave.”
“Fine.” He repeats, in a much lower and softer voice.
“Fine…” You mutter, slowly raising your eyes to look at Daryl. “I-I was thinking we could start now… I-if that’s alright with you.”
Daryl nods, blue eyes looking intensely at you.
“So… When was the last time you kissed someone?” The question only comes because you don’t know what to do. So talking will at least fill the silence.
“Two years before the outbreak, I think. Some hooker Merle set me up with.” Daryl looks down, a sad chuckle leaving his lips. “The asshole paid her to pretend she liked me.”
“I’m sorry your brother was a jerk.” You say, touching his forearm.
“How about ya? Have ya ever kissed Jimmy-boy?”
“No, never.” Smiling, you fold a leg under yourself. “For me, it was a high school crush. But after that nobody seemed worth kissing.”
“Sorry, yer being forced to kiss me. I’m not worth kissing either.”
“From all the men I met after the world went to shit, you’re the only one who really deserves to be kissed, Daryl Dixon.” Saying this changes things. It makes them complicated and turns this into more than just a meaningless kiss. But that’s something you need him to know. “Mmm… Let’s just do it then.”
“Alright.”
“Alright…” You repeat, hoping he can’t notice how your cheeks are probably as red as a tomato now. But knowing Daryl, you know nothing goes past him. “Let’s do this and see how we feel.” Clearing your throat, you move closer to him, hands on his shoulders. “Okay…” Your heart is beating so fast you wonder if he can actually hear it.
Kissing Daryl shouldn’t be this hard. If this is just something you have to do, like a job, to keep people safe, it shouldn’t be this hard. But right now, being so close, looking into his eyes, you can’t have this as only a plan.
Daryl was the first one you allowed in. The first one to understand how you feel about this place… The one who knows about your self-harm and who’s helping you not to do that anymore.
So he’s a lot more than just a plan.
Daryl is a good man. A handsome, amazing man, and you just noticed you want to kiss him. And not just because you’ll have to act up before Negan.
“Are we goin’ to do this or have ya changed yer mind?” Daryl speaks suddenly, and you notice you’ve been frozen for a while.
“Yeah, I just… Don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable. So we should just start slow and… See how it goes.”
“Alright.” He reluctantly nods, and you know that he won’t make the first move.
So you decide to just do it.
Ending the small distance between you, eyes closed, you finally connect your lips to his on a simple kiss. It doesn’t really feel like a kiss since he didn’t do anything. But you gotta make it work, it doesn’t matter how you feel, or how he feels. This is bigger than both of you.
Taking his hands, you place one on your waist and the other on your cheek, but he barely touches you. It’s a beginning though. And you kiss him again, a little harder, moving to sit on his lap for better proximity. Then, he finally moves. Slowly, his lips start moving with yours, and you swear to God you feel a little dizzy, like the world stopped spinning.
This is good, you think. It’s working and that’s definitely something you can get used to. But then, unexpectedly, both of Daryl’s hands come to your waist, holding and pulling you closer, until your body collapses to his chest. Neither of you breaks the kiss, instead, it only grows, more intense, with more need. You don’t know what’s going on, but you don’t care. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you part your lips more, allowing him in, deepening the kiss. All other thoughts are gone, there’s nothing else than Daryl’s lips. And he tastes amazing, he feels amazing, holding you like that.
But eventually, you’re out of breath, so you have no choice but to break the kiss. But even when you’re apart, neither of you move away. You just stay there, catching your breaths.
“Good… That’s good… If we recreate this in front of Negan he won’t ever doubt us.” You whisper, your forehead on his. “We just have to… Keep doing this until it becomes natural…”
“I agree,” Daryl mutters right before kissing you again. But this time, he moves differently, and when you notice he’s pushing you, lying you down on the couch, you don’t even resist.
The next thing you know is that Daryl is on top of you, and you’ve been making out as if this was real. As if you were truly in love.
The whole world is silent as Daryl stares at the ceiling. His mind, unlike everything else, is very loud. What was supposed to be some kind of preparation for Negan to see, became a habit. It’s been a little more than a week since Daryl kissed the angel-like girl for the first time, and he doesn’t think he can go a day without doing that.
She tastes like heaven, like candy, and things he never thought he’d taste again. And he has become addicted to it, to her, because there isn’t a moment he’s not thinking about her.
And it seems like she enjoys his presence too, or else she wouldn’t be sleeping on his bed right now, curled up to his chest.
(Y/N) doesn’t know, but he likes to watch her sleep. Her beauty is captivating as always, and she looks peaceful. She barely moves now, unlike before, since she told Daryl her sleep was restless. But it changed, along with many things. She doesn’t hurt herself anymore, and the wounds are closed, never to be reopened. Because he’ll never let her do that again.
“Daryl…” She mutters, voice barely a whisper, getting his attention.
“Huh?” He grunts, a hand softly caressing her cheek.
“You’re warm.” (Y/N) says, fingers blindly finding his chin and a small, tired smile forming on her lips.
Daryl is a loss of words when it comes to (Y/N). A loss of feelings, a loss of thoughts. But he decided not to think too much. Daryl has always been a thinker, and he goes through things over and over again. But with her, he decided to just act. The future is still a big question mark, but somehow, he doesn’t know how yet, he found something good here. In this shitty place, filled with evil people. He found a ray of sunshine. A light inside the warm girl lying next to him.
Daryl never thought he knew what love is. And maybe he doesn’t know yet, but he’s sure the feelings (Y/N) provokes are part of it. So he’ll keep her close, he’ll protect her, and, when this is over, if she’s fine and wants a distance, he’ll stay away.
But right now, he can hold her. And so he will.
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When I Found You (Pt. 07 of 19)
Pairing:Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.6 K
Summary: You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N:I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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A Little Piece of the Sun
“It’s nothing. Let go!” If you managed to keep it together, to keep a straight face, maybe you could fool him. Make him leave. But you’re breaking down, crying, yelling, pushing him. “Get out, Daryl!”
“Who hurt ya?” He asks, voice raised to match yours.
“Nobody! Get out.” In your crying, you don’t have enough strength to push Daryl. And even if you had, he’s bigger, taller, stronger. So it doesn’t take much until you’re pushed back to the living room, bitter tears clouding your sight.
“(Y/N), what–” He suddenly pulls your robe up, and your thighs get exposed. “What the hell is that?” He yells, but his expression softens, and when Daryl looks down at your vulnerable, broken figure, he’s not angry. Or mad.
He’s broken too.
“Why?” He asks in a lower voice, letting go of your robe.
A silence falls as you stand there, way too close in a place nobody can see you, crying, sobbing. Closing your eyes shut, you grab his vest, the one with angel wings, because you feel like you’re just about to fall. And if you do, you’ll break into a thousand pieces.
“I-I…” Stuttering, you shake your head. “Just leave me. Just leave me.” You plead, barely hearing your voice. “Please. Nobody can see that. Nobody can know.”
Silently and gently, Daryl pushes you down, and you sit on the couch. He then disappears into your bedroom, and you don’t even want to know why. Looking down at your hands, you see all the blood stuck under your nails. You didn’t have time to clean it.
When you hear him coming back, you look up, quickly noticing the first aid kit he’s carrying.
“Ya left it in yer bed.” He mumbles, settling down next to you. “Ya planned this.”
You don’t answer, you just keep looking at your hands. Daryl doesn’t say anything either. He moves to sit on the wooden coffee table, and slowly lifts your robe and gives you a look as if asking for permission. But you don’t mind. Your mind is too far away.
Daryl’s hands are soft, and as he cleans the wounds, that go from the top of your thighs to your knees, you flinch a little. But he’s fast, and soon enough he’s done, wrapping gauze around your thighs. Then, he puts the small box next to him and stares at you.
“I knew somethin’ was off.” He mutters, but still, you can’t bring yourself to look at him. “Ya always wear pants a little too baggy for ya. And ya grab yer legs when yer nervous or uncomfortable… I thought it was just a habit.”
Staring at Daryl’s blue eyes, you still can’t say anything. And what could you say anyway? Should you tell him how those people had fun killing his family?
A sob escapes your mouth and you hide your face with both hands. Nobody was ever supposed to see you this way. Nobody was supposed to know what you do to relieve the pain… Or payback for the pain you caused.
Daryl felt his heart breaking. Because hers is broken. Seeing (Y/N) like this, terribly, inconsolably sad… Seeing her hurt herself…
The tears glisten, reflecting the living room light, and Daryl knows he can’t stay still. He can’t just do nothing when she’s like that. So he gets up, without saying anything, and carefully bends over, picking (Y/N) Up in his arms. Of course, he expects her to push him, to give him an angry look, to ask him to let go of her. But instead, she silently, shyly even, wraps her arms around his neck, allowing him to lift her. Daryl takes carries the angel-like girl to her bedroom, setting her down on the bed.
She immediately curls up, the soft, pink fabric of her robe lifted, exposing the white gauze. But the image of the wounds, clearly made by fingernails, burns in his head. Long and slim, open, with blood still coming out of them. There are many, some brand new, others, older, were reopened. There are also scars, meaning she’s been doing that for a long time. She puts more strength on her index and middle finger, but the others do some damage too.
Daryl wonders what drives her to do this. To pierce and slice her skin. His eyes move through her body, taking in the sweet details he can’t stop thinking about. Her face is stained by many tears, which keep coming, but it doesn’t change how beautiful she is. Her little hands, clenched into fists, hide her mouth from him. When his eyes travel down, he feels his cheeks burning.
(Y/N) is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, he can’t ignore it anymore. But she’s more than that. She was put in this life, surrounded by the worst people this world could create, she has been offered a position people would die for. She could rule this place, she could be just like her father. But she’s the far opposite.
By everything Daryl has seen of her, (Y/N) is honest, kind, and she’s trying to help people. He has seen her taking food and medicine, giving them to those who don’t have enough points to buy them. She’s different. A light in this dark place.
“Why are you staring…” She asks in a soft, low voice, teary eyes now open and set on him.
And it breaks his heart to see her this way. Daryl has to know why. He has to help her somehow.
“Why, (Y/N)?” Daryl asks, his voice, always a bit raspy, sounds soft. “Why would ya do this ta’ yourself?”
“You should be happy about it.” You burst out, sitting up, staring at him. “My father killed your friends. Your group, your family. You should be happy I’m getting hurt!”
“I–”
“This is what I deserve for all the people we’ve hurt. For those, we killed, for those we crippled, and for those who were left alive, suffering. I-I…” Your voice fades, and you look down, hands involuntary going to your thighs, squeezing them.
“Hey. Don’t!” Daryl is quick to grab both your wrists and you don’t even try to fight against his grip. He sits on the bed next to you, but you don’t dare to look into his eyes. “It’s not yer fault, hear me? What Negan does, that’s on him. Yer tryin’ ta’ help people, the best ya can, and this is who you are.”
It comes to you like a wrecking ball, crashing your ribs, destroying you inside out. You’ve seen what this world turned your father into. The monster it created. You know some people deserve to die because the world will be a better place without them. But a shot in the head is enough. What they do here is torture, madness… And they do it with innocent people, just because they can, or because they want to. “Daryl, I…” Stuttering, you feel yourself breaking down. But you can’t. Not in front of him. Or anyone. “Please, go… You’re not supposed to see me like this. N-nobody should see me like this.”
“Want me ta’ call Jim?”
“No!” You’re quick to answer. “No. He doesn’t know… He doesn’t… Not about all this… I-I’m all alone in this.”
“Not anymore.”
The moment he says it, you raise your head to look at him. “Y-you don’t have to… Really, I’m ok.” Your voice breaks in the end, because that’s a lie you’re tired to say.
Daryl is silent for a while, those bright blue eyes, beautiful and calming, set on yours. His presence makes you feel at ease, safe, and protected, something you haven’t felt in so long. “Come here.” He whispers, letting go of your wrists and arms opening to you.
For a moment, you’re frozen, tears never stopping to roll down, and you look at him.
You never thought you’d be in this situation with Daryl. Or that he’d even want to do that. But you don’t even try to fight it. You just collapse against him, head on his chest as more sobs run through your body.
“Shh. ‘S alright, Sunshine. ‘S alright.” Daryl mumbles, softly caressing your hair. It doesn’t take much until you both lie down, not letting go of each other.
You spend some time in silence, holding onto his vest, making sure he won’t go anywhere. After a while, your tears are dry, and the only thing getting your attention is the light headache and the familiar pain on your thighs. But besides that, everything feels peaceful.
“It’s getting late,” Daryl whispers, and you only nod. “I can leave ya to sleep if ya want.”
Yeah, you should probably let him go. But still, the thought of being alone again, with your thoughts and memories makes you shake your head. “C-couldn’t you stay? Just… Please.”
“Only if we talk about it. Do ya think ya can?”
No. “Okay.”
Then, more silence. “Wanna stay like this?” You quickly nod, not wanting to be away from him. This is an awkward position to be in. Lying on the bed, Daryl’s arms around you as you hide your face on his chest. But you need this. You need this man with you right now or else you’re sure you’ll break all over again. “Tell me why. No excuses, no justifications. Just plain and simple. Why do ya hurt yourself?”
“Because I’m part of this. And this… This gets people hurt. And killed.” Struggling not to cry all over again, you say it. The truth, all of it. For the very first time. “So I deserve this. Just a little bit of pain for all the agony I cause.”
“Yer not the one to do this. Ya don’t pull the trigger, ya don’t manage the knife.”
“Rob was eaten alive because he pushed me.”
“Rob was a rapist and a murderer.” He’s quick to add. “Heard the man talkin’. He deserved ta’ be dead.”
“But what about all the others?” Raising your head, you look at him. “What about Glenn and Abraham? What about all the sick games Negan played with your family? With Hilltop? All those good, innocent people just trying to survive.”
“Yer not Negan.” As he speaks, Daryl brings a hand to your cheek, fingers softly caressing your skin. “And I mean both because he’s yer dad and because of this whole ‘I am Negan’ thing goin’ on here. Yer not him, yer so much better.”
“D-do you really believe that?”
“Yeah.” He nods, eyes never leaving yours. “I hated ya in the beginning. Blamed ya for this too, for what happened to me, but now I see yer nothin’ like that. Yer nothin’ like them.”
“Daryl–”
“If this plan we have goin’ on works, ya could come live in Alexandria.” The words come out fast, and it looks like he’s still thinking about it as he speaks. But then, he nods, taking a deep breath. “Ya don’t need ta’ run away, stay alone. Ya could stay with us.”
“No, Daryl… They’ll hate me and they’ll be right to do so… And at least from here I can somehow help people.”
“We can find a way to keep helpin’ them, I know we can and…” His voice fades, and his face gets an expression you can’t read. “Once they know ya, they’ll like ya. I’ll tell them what ya did, what yer still doin’. They’re good people, they’ll see yer good too.”
Moving even closer, you close your eyes, your forehead touching his. “Would you really do that for me…?”
“I will. This is no place for ya, Sunshine”
“… Sunshine?” You ask, a low chuckle escaping your lips.
“Because yer a little piece of the sun in this dark, sick place.” He whispers after some seconds of silence. “The only good thing in here.”
“Two things then… Me and you.” You decide to add, despite your cheeks getting hot and red.
“Mmm.” He mumbles, moving his hand from your cheek to encircle your waist again. “Now get some sleep. Ya need it.”
“Will you stay… Until morning?”
“I will.”
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You peacefully wake up, slowly and lazily, taking a deep breath. You’re quick to notice you’re not alone, and yesterday’s happenings come back to your head.
Daryl’s chest moves as he breathes, and for some reason you smile, snuggling closer to him, welcoming his warmth.
“Mornin’.” He suddenly says, startling you a little.
“Hi…” You mutter, rubbing your eyes. “Didn’t know you were awake.”
“Woke up a couple of minutes ago.”
“Mhmm.” You fall into a comfortable silence again until you notice something. “Did I move a lot? My sleep is restless so I’m always…” Your voice fades as you try to understand how you’re pretty much in the same position as yesterday night. “…I’m always moving.”
“Yer didn’t move at all,” Daryl says, and you sit up, looking down at him.
“Really?”
“Yeah…” He nods, sitting up as well. “I’m gonna make ya something to eat.”
“Daryl, wait.” You grab his hand before he stands up, making him sit down again. “What… What you said last night… Did you really mean it?” You didn’t want to just spit it out, but you need to know.
“I did.” He nods, eyes hidden by his hair. “All of it.” The fear that you felt disappears. The look on his face is the same as before, soft and kind. And when he takes your hand on his, you can’t help but smile. “Yer not alone. I know ya don’t like ta’ feel vulnerable but ya don’t have to hide it. Not from me, alright?”
“Alright.” You say, voice barely a whisper.
“C'mon, ya need ta’ eat.” He stands up and so do you, heading to the kitchen.
This time you help him make the sandwiches and eat in silence before organizing the kitchen. You’re finishing when a loud knock on the door gets your attention. And by the way, the person knocks, you know it’s Negan. Putting the dishcloth down, you look at Daryl.
“I’ll stay in the bathroom until he leaves.”
“No, no.” Taking a deep breath, you fix your hair the best you can. “We’re still playing. It’ll be good for us if he sees you here.” Walking to the door, you straighten your robe before noticing the bandages can be seen. “Shit.” Stepping back, you sigh. “Daryl. Open the door and let him in. Don’t say anything stupid, I need to change.”
“What do ya mean by don’t say anythin’ stupid?”
“Just open the door please. Trust me, he’s not going to hurt you.” Rushing to the bedroom, you take off the robe and put on the first clothes you find, ears paying attention to what’s going on in the living room. But you don’t hear anything after the door is open.
Putting some pants on and one of the old shirts you use to sleep you walk out, making sure to smile when you see Negan. “Hi, dad. What are you doing here so early?” Both men stand side by side. Daryl is tense, angry, as he always is when Negan is close by. And your father is beyond pissed off.
“I’m more interested in what he’s doing here so early.” Negan gestures at Daryl, walking over the couch and letting himself fall on it.
“He spent the night here.”
“What?!” Negan shouts, giving Daryl a hard glance.
“He just slept here.” You explain yourself, sighing, crossing your arms. “We were talking, it got late and I invited him to crash here.”
Shrugging your shoulders, you stare at Negan, who looks… Perplexed. Like he just realized something new. “Is it just me or are you and this piece of shit over there getting real?”
“First of all, Daryl is not a piece of shit.” Walking over him, you hold his hand, fingers intertwining. “And second, yes, we’re… We’re getting real.” Squeezing his hand, you give him a look.
“We’re datin’,” Daryl says, and you have to control yourself not to look surprised. You weren’t expecting that.
“You and your damn group are so lucky I love my daughter,” Negan says, the voice suddenly dark. He bends forward, elbows resting on his knees. “But I must tell you now when this is over, it’s over. I’ll hunt Rick down, and get my plans from where I left them.” He stands up, sighing. “I’ll annihilate you and your people from the face of Earth. I promise you that, Daryl. And if you ever hurt my baby, your death will take weeks.”
With another sigh and a nod, Negan moves to the door, but not before placing a kiss on your forehead.
“That was a threat,” Daryl mutters when your father is gone.
“I’m not gonna let him fulfil it. That’s my promise.”
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@riverscyberwife@spenciepoo338@beatitlikeabongodrum@amberritonicole@totheonethatloveshernext@the-artistic-animal@shatteredlovesick@cole22ann@thecraziestcrayon
When I Found You (Pt. 06 of 19)
Pairing:Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.7 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
Next part (07) ->
A/N:I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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Bloody Secrets
Daryl was impressed that what (Y/N) promised was happening. Negan ceased to bug Alexandria, but he knew it was only a pause. He knew this act had to go on, for the sake of the people he cares about. His family.
He missed them, every single one of them. Rick, Carol, Maggie. God, he needs to know how she and the baby are. Little Ass Kicker, Carl, and Michonne. Sasha, Rosita, Denise. As he lies down on the couch, he thinks about them. He never felt welcome before, not even by his blood relatives as he feels by this random bunch of people he stumbled upon when the world went to shit.
But the truth is that he thought doing this would be harder. Daryl started despising the angel-like girl the moment he saw her. She was one of them, a Savior. And when she proposed all this, he knew he had to suck it and get on with this stupidity. But now things are different.
Daryl is seeing (Y/N), the girl behind the Savior mask. The vulnerable human being. He had a special sight of it when she was hurt, two weeks ago. He never felt so protective of someone before, and certainly not someone like her. A girl, still a stranger in many ways. And now there are feelings inside him that he just can’t understand, it doesn’t matter how hard he tries.
What does it mean when you close your eyes and someone’s face pop right up? And what does it mean when your heart starts beating faster when this someone walks into the room?
Too many questions Daryl can’t answer. And he hates not having the answer.
Good thing he doesn’t have to. Not now.
When he looks at the clock, he sets it in motion, leaving the apartment and going to the place she told him to.
Today, Rob will be made an example of.
He finds a crowd on the Northside of the compound, near the fences where a lot of walkers are tied up to. Making his way through the people, getting some angry looks and rude words, Daryl finds her, standing right on the front line, next to her bodyguard. (Y/N)’s eyes find him quickly, and there’s a look he can’t understand.
“Daryl.” She mumbles as he walks over to her. She wants to say something, but she can’t. Not here, where people could hear it. It’s insane how easily Daryl learned to read her.
He’s about to say something when voices make him look to his left. It doesn’t take much for him to spot Negan, and half a dozen people coming out, opening the gate, and walking around the walkers to stand right in front of the crowd. They drag a badly hurt Rob with a bag over his head.
“Well, well, well.” Negan chants, and immediately, people start kneeling. He hates it. But it’s not the first time he’s forced to degrade himself in such a way.
Daryl stands his ground for a while, but when he sees near him kneeling down, he knows he has to. Everything to keep up the act. To keep his family safe.
He’s just about to bend the knee when he feels (Y/N)’s hand grabbing his. For a moment he freezes, unsure of what to do. Looking up at her, he finds a silent sentence, written all over her face.
We do not kneel. It burns through his brain as her fingers intertwine with his. A sensation he never felt before.
Looking ahead again, he sees a very annoyed Negan staring right at him, eyes falling on their connected hands.
“Rise up.” He commands, and so it happens. “We’re here today for a special occasion.” In a fast move, a man pulls the bag off Rob’s head. “This fella over here stepped way beyond the line.” He hisses, swinging his bat in the air. “He hurt my baby girl.”
“I-I’m so sorry.” Rob bags, blood coming off his mouth.
“Just kill him already.” (Y/N) mutters in a low voice, so low he’s not sure if he was supposed to hear it.
“Shut up!” Negan shouts. “And we all know that nobody. Touches. My. Baby. Girl.” He hits Rob, but not on the head as Daryl was expecting, on both his legs. And everyone here heard bones breaking. “This is an example of what happens to those who disobey my orders or hurt my daughter!” He shouts again, yelling at the crowd. “It will not be tolerated! Simon! Mark!” He calls, and both men step ahead, already grabbing Rob and pulling him up. “Show people what we do to those who can’t follow simple rules.”
And so it begins. Rob is pushed forward to a spot where a walker can reach. And it does. Simon makes sure Rob’s legs are reached first, and as he screams in agony and tries to crawl away, they push back, over and over, until the walker finally gets his hands and teeth on Rob’s guts. Then, it’s dead silence. All that can be heard is the screaming, and after a while, incomprehensible moaning and the sound of flesh being torn apart.
Daryl doesn’t know how he feels about it. Rob’s death is probably for the better, but dying like this… Nobody deserves it.
“(Y/N)?” Jim suddenly calls, and at the same moment, he feels her grip on his hand getting loose as she collapses on the floor. “(Y/N)!”
Jim is quick to move, ready to pick her up. But it happens almost at the same time, without Daryl even noticing. (Y/N) reaches for him instead, and he’s fast to lift her up.
“What the hell is going on?” Negan asks, but Daryl doesn’t give a shit. The girl in his arms feels like she’s passing out anytime soon, and he has to take her away from this gruesome scene.
The crowd moves out of his way, as (Y/N) hides her face in the crook of his neck.
You’re glad when Negan and the doctor finally leave. You didn’t want all this attention, so you’re relieved when it’s just Jim and Daryl. From your place seated on the bed, you sigh, looking down at your hands.
“Jim, can you spread up that I didn’t have breakfast? That I wasn’t feeling well for a couple of days?”
“Sure.” He nods.
“Can you go and do it, please? They know we’re close, they’ll believe you.” Reaching out your hand, you smile when Jim grabs it.
“You don’t have to say please, (Y/N).” With a playful shake, Jim stands up and walks out.
Daryl only moves when the door closes, taking Jim’s place at the armchair near the bed. Taking a deep breath, you pull your legs, hugging your knees. “Thank you for–"
“Why did ya faint that way?”
“I didn’t faint.”
“Ya almost did.”
“Daryl, I–”
“Don’t lie to me.” He cuts you off, and you close your eyes for a while, just to gather your thoughts.
“Nobody deserves to die like that.” You speak up, raising your voice at the frustration. “Nobody! I wanted him dead, yes, but not like that. Not like that.” Your hands go to your thighs, squeezing it a little and shooting pain through your skin. You take a deep breath, taking it in. The long, bloody scratch marks are here, and you can’t wait until you’re alone to draw some more. It makes you smile a bit, knowing you have this to relieve you. A little bit of pain for all the unbearable pain you cause.
“What the hell are ya doin’?”
“Nothing.” You mutter, running your hands through your hair. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, so it’s good you’re here.”
“Was it true?” He suddenly asks.
“What?”
“That ya didn’t have breakfast.”
“Oh… Yeah.” Confused, you furrow your eyebrows. You didn’t know Daryl got that part. “I didn’t sleep well so I woke up late for the thing and just… Just didn’t eat.” Without saying anything, Daryl nods and gets up, leaving the bedroom. “Hey, where are you going?” Stumbling off the bed, you follow the man… Who’s not going out, just to the kitchen. “What are you doing?”
“Makin’ ya somethin’ ta’ eat.”
Furrowing your eyebrows again, you lean against the door frame. “Just make enough for both of us.” Daryl is a mystery, one you’ve been trying to discover. Biting your lip, you walk to the kitchen, sitting on the table and watching Daryl move around. He gives you a few glances whenever he takes something as if waiting for you to tell him not to.
“So… Do you usually cook for people you hate or am I just lucky?” Breaking the ice, you take in the amazing scent of bacon.
“I don’t hate ya.”
“Mmm… My father killed Abraham. And Glenn, whose wife is pregnant…” Drawing figures on the wooden table, you sigh. “He psychologically abused your group. How can you not hate his daughter?”
“‘Cause yer not Negan.” As he speaks, Daryl puts a plate in front of you. Scrambled eggs with basil and bacon, and it was only now you noticed how your stomach hurts.
“…Can I tell you something?” Whispering, you have your eyes on Daryl as he serves himself and sits across from you.
“Yeah. But eat.” Jerking his chin at you, he only starts eating when you do.
You eat in silence for a while until your stomach stops complaining. “I… I wanted to run away a while ago.” You finally say, keeping a low voice. “Couldn’t take it anymore so I just… Just wanted to go. Find a place, be by myself but… I’m not a survivor, you know? I can fight, I can hunt and everything but… The truth is that there are a lot of evil people out there. And eventually, I would have ended up with them. And I don’t want to get hurt or… raped… I’m safe from those things here.”
“I don’t blame ya for that. I’ve been around for quite a long time and I’ve seen a lot of evil men.” Daryl’s eyes burn on you, and there’s something in them, anger, sudden and unexpected. “And a pretty girl like you would drive them mad.”
Blushing and looking down, you giggle. “Save that up for when we’re around people. It’s of no use here.”
“I ain’t lyin’.”
“Yeah, I–” You’re cut off when you hear the door being open, and when you hear Negan’s laugh, you roll your eyes.
“(Y/N), come–” He stops the moment he gets in the kitchen, and despite having your back at him, you know he’s staring at Daryl. “Can we have lunch? Like a normal family?” He says in an annoyed voice.
“Only if Daryl can come.”
“Nope. Just you and me. Family only, c'mon.” He stands next to you, and you look up at him. “We need some father and daughter moments… And we need to talk about this whole thing going on here.” He gestures at you and then at Daryl.
“Fine, Dad…” Sighing, you give Daryl an apologetic look. “I’ll just finish here then I’ll go. Can we cook some of mom’s recipe?”
“Great!” He exclaims. “Now get over with whatever this shit is.” And he leaves, but not before giving Daryl an angry stare.
Taking a deep breath, you continue eating.
“If ya need me, ya know where ta’ find me,” Daryl says and you nod, raising your head to look at him.
Some time after you’re both done eating, he helps you with the dishes. You’d like to lie down for a while, but since Negan wants an update on your love life, you go straight to him.
You make one of your favorite recipes, and you chat as it cooks. You reassure Negan over and over again that you and Daryl are becoming a thing. That the interest is mutual.
Once you both eat, you decide to stay a little longer. You were feeling dizzy, so you crashed on the couch for some hours, and that’s when the childhood memories started being brought up. You miss those times. You miss your mother, Lucille, and you miss the man your father was. The man who didn’t enjoy killing or hurting people.
You were lost in that sweet time when some of the Saviors got here. Being Negan’s favorites, they were invited to stay and have drinks. You immediately felt uncomfortable, but for the sake of appearances, you stayed, chatted, and laughed.
Until they started talking about the people they killed.
Until they started talking about Daryl’s family.
With an excuse, you left, but on the way to your apartment, their voices echo through your head.
“That one was tough.” Simon said, in between laughs. “Skull cracked open and still standing.”
“There was some of his brain on my boots.” Mark mocked.
“And the Chinese guy?” Simon basically yelled, laughing too hard.
“God, that one was fun. Eye popped out and still talking.” Your father added, and all the others joined the laughter.
“And his super hot pregnant widow? I’d totally bang her.” It was the last thing you heard before going out.
You’re a crying mess when you get to your apartment, closing the door behind your back and safely locking it.
All the pain Negan caused is too great. A child will grow without their father. A wife was left alone. Friends lost a dear one.
Before you can even notice, you’re already in the bathroom, pants taken off, and fingernails scratching the outside of both your thighs. The pain makes you cry even more, but that’s nothing compared to all the pain the Saviors cause.
That you cause, because you’re one of them.
Sobbing, you only stop when your fingertips are covered in blood, and it drips down your legs.
You move straight into the shower because you need to make sure the wounds are clean. After a while, you hear a knock on the door, which makes you close the water. Rolling your eyes, you quickly dry yourself and put on your panties, and the light pink robe before heading to the door to dismiss whoever came. Walking makes you feel dizzy, and your head is full of images of death.
This is what you are. Death.
“What the hell do you want?” You say as you open the door, half hiding behind it. But when you see Daryl, you freeze, your heartbeat increasing. Or maybe stopping.
“Came ta’ check on…” His voice fades when his eyes fall on your hand, resting on the door near your head. Confused, you follow his gaze, and it takes no time for you to notice what he just saw.
You didn’t have time to clean the blood under your nails.
“What’s that?” He asks, and you immediately push the door close. But Daryl is faster, pushing it open and stepping inside, grabbing your hand and taking a better look at what you can’t hide anymore. “What is this?”
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@riverscyberwife@spenciepoo338@beatitlikeabongodrum@amberritonicole@totheonethatloveshernext@the-artistic-animal@shatteredlovesick
When I Found You (Pt. 05 of 19)
Pairing:Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.6 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N: I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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Priorities
Daryl couldn’t do much but follow the commotion. Jim carries a passed out (Y/N) in his arms, but when he was about to follow him into her apartment, a sea of men, led by Negan himself pushed him away. Among the yells, someone told him to leave, and so he did.
On the way to his apartment, there was this thing that wouldn’t stop bugging him.
Daryl tried hard to understand what it was, and when it finally clicked, he fought hard to ignore it.
He couldn’t be actually worried about her. (Y/N) is just a tool, a method for him to keep those he cares about safe. But for some reason, which he doesn’t understand, there’s this feeling inside him. Pacing around the living room, he tries to think and not to think at the same time.
That asshole threw her off the railing, and she hit the ground hard, on her back. It wasn’t too high, but she passed out immediately. The image of her tiny body collapsing keeps playing over and over in his head. It doesn’t take long until he realizes he wants that man dead. Part of him wants to go out there and do it himself. But there’s a process here, that he’s sure about, and that asshole will pay a high price for his audacity.
Nobody touches the princess.
But Daryl is failing to see her as the stupid title people forced on her. All he sees is a girl, strong, but somehow fragile. There’s strength in her, bright and solid, but also something he still can’t understand. (Y/N) breaks sometimes. She fakes it, she turns away, but it’s there. The reason is still a mystery to him, but with time, he’ll learn it.
The afternoon passes slowly, and by the clock in the living room, he can see as the night approaches. And yet, not a word from anyone.
Daryl knows what his priority is. If (Y/N) dies, nothing will stop Negan from doing whatever he pleases with his group. And he sure is worried about that. But there’s a tiny part, deep inside, that is truly worried about her. There was blood, he saw it, but he couldn’t place where it was coming from.
“Damn it.” He grunts, pushing himself up from the couch. He’s sick and tired of thinking about her. If she lives, that’s good. But if she dies, he’ll find a way out of here. And that’s it.
Daryl is about to make himself something to eat when a knock on the door gets him on full alert. Taking a knife, he slowly makes his way to the door. Whoever it is, they could be bringing the news Daryl doesn’t even want to think about. Can someone die falling from that height? He really hopes not.
“Open up, Dixon. I don’t have all night.” It’s Jim, and the knocking gets louder. Sighing, Daryl rushes this time, pulling the door open with the knife ready. Jim quickly finds the weapon, but he just rolls his eyes. “Finally.” Way too abruptly for his taste, the man enters the apartment, pushing the door close. “Listen, (Y/N) is awake and for some reason, she wants you there. I don’t know if this is part of the pretending or not but…” His voice fades, and he steps back. To Daryl is crystal clear that Jim has feelings for (Y/N). He just doesn’t know why he hasn’t told her yet. “Look, she’s bad. I mean, she’ll survive, of course, but she has a concussion and some piece of metal cut her back. The thing is she’s calling for you. Negan yelled, she yelled back but the Princess wants what she wants and right now, she wants you.”
“Alright.” It’s the only thing he says to Jim’s long speech. But the last part, the last three words, echoes through his head.
Daryl Dixon never thought he’d ever heard anything like that. That a woman would want him. He had some back in the day, but it never meant anything. And in a situation like this, hurt and with a concussion, why in the hell would (Y/N) want to keep up with the act. That shouldn’t be her priority. Pushing these thoughts away, Daryl follows Jim, trying hard o ignore his heartbeats, increasing with every step that takes him closer to her.
You’re laying on your stomach, still feeling your left arm and back numb from the anaesthesia. Seven stitches and a hell of a headache. All thanks to the asshole.
“I’m getting creative over here,” Negan says from his place in the armchair, near your dresser. He’s been going on with what he’ll do to Rob, but honestly, you don’t care. He will be dead, it doesn’t matter how. “What do you think about–” He’s interrupted by voices, and you soon recognize Jim. And that means Daryl is here. “Sweetheart does he really–”
“Daryl!” You call, not bothering with your father’s complaint. “Dad, if you plan on being a jerk, please leave.”
“As if I’d leave you when you’re like that.”
“It’s just a cut and a little concussion.” You’re still speaking when Jim comes in. Daryl stays in the door frame, eyes flying from you and to Negan. “And I’ll need to eat so get your ass off here and cook me dinner.”
“I hate when you’re right.” He gets up, all angry eyes at Daryl. “Are you going to stay here alone with… Him?”
“Yes.” You’re quick to answer, rolling your eyes. “Jim, leave too please.”
Resting your head on your forearm, you listen as the men move around. “And dad, make sure to cook enough for Daryl too. We’ll eat together.”
“Holy shit.” He mumbles on his way out. “Get someone to make me dinner because I rather die than cook for that piece of shit.”
You patiently wait until the front door closes before turning your head to the side. Daryl is still standing by the door. “Sorry, you had to listen to that bullshit.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He grunts, shrugging his shoulders. “Why did ya call me here? There’s no point if Negan isn’t around.”
“I know, I just…” You weren’t thinking about the act. You weren’t thinking about anything else other than a crazy, unexplainable need to see him. It came suddenly, and in your pain and desperation, you called for him. “Nevermind. This isn’t for the fake relationship thing so you can go if you want.” Turning your head to the other side, you stare at the wall.
There’s silence until you hear him moving. But instead of away, he moves further inside the bedroom, until you hear him sitting down. “They’ll kill him, right?”
Sighing, you nod before turning to look at him again. “No doubt.”
“Ya don’t seem happy about it.”
“I’m not. He did hurt me but I don’t find joy in killing him. Guess I just don’t have it in me.” A humorless laugh escapes your lips, and you run a hand through your hair. “As if you’d believe it. As if you’d believe me, the daughter of a monster.” There’s beauty in saying these things. In saying the truth. It doesn’t matter how ugly it is.
“Yer not him.”
“Save that up for when we’re around people. You can say what you really mean when we’re alone.” Trying to move a little, you turn on your side, careful not to let the blankets move too far away since you had to take your top off. “If you want to curse me, do it. You’re the only one here who’s one hundred percent real.”
“What about Jim?”
Daryl got you there. “Jim is different, but still… I don’t know. I’m kinda messed up from the concussion I think.” That’s a stupid excuse, but what else could you say? You don’t even know why you want Daryl here instead of Jim, your long-term friend. “You can go if you want.”
There’s no answer for a while, but he doesn’t move. “Was it bad?” He asks, jerking his chin forward at you.
“Well, the doc was stitching me up when I woke up. My head was spinning around and there were like over ten people here and my father freaking out…” You start, taking a deep breath. “They said I blacked out, and there was some metal thing on the ground. I don’t remember anything. The last thing I remember is you and I talking.”
“That’s the concussion. That guy, Rob, threw you off.”
“Yeah, Jim told me.”
“Don’t feel too bad about him dying. I know men like Rob. They’re murderers, rapists. They’re better off dead.” He mutters, and you look at your hands, nodding.
“Do you think I’m a hypocrite?” You suddenly ask, furrowing your eyebrows. “It does look like I’m playing on both sides but–”
“Yer confused. It’s the–”
“No, I’m not.” Holding the blankets, you sit up, grunting a little. “It’s just that… I get the feeling that you hate me. A-and that’s alright if you do because I’m Negan’s daughter but…” Daryl is right, you are confused. It feels a little foggy in your head. “I don’t want you to hate me I guess.” Sighing, you lie on your back, letting yourself fall on the bed. You immediately regret it. “Oh.”
“Ya gotta be careful.” Daryl is suddenly by your side, hesitating a little before touching your arm. “I’ll help ya turn around.”
“Alright.” You move slowly, biting your lip when the pain starts creeping over. The anaesthesia effect must be wearing off.
“There ya go.” He says when you’re on your stomach again.
“Thank you.”
“The bruise on your shoulder.” He bursts out, standing by the bed. “It wasn’t Rob, was it?”
“No.” Giving your shoulder a quick look, you raise your eyes at Daryl. You still have it vivid in your mind how his fingers dig in your skin, but the purple marks look a lot better now. “It was you, but don’t worry. I’ve done the same if I were you.” Some hair falls on your face, and you push it away. “I was careful to keep it covered, but now that people saw it, they think it was Rob so…”
“Sorry.” He mumbles, looking down. “Didn’t mean ta’ hurt ya this much.”
“It’s alright.” There’s an expression on Daryl’s face you just can’t understand. “A penny for your thoughts?” Daryl just sighs, looking down at his hands. Huge hands, you suddenly realize. Shaking these thoughts away, you giggle to yourself. “Sorry. You’re oddly quiet and I’m… I’m a bit dizzy and I’m a talker, I think. They gave me something or it’s just the concussion, I’m not sure.”
“Talk if ya want.”
“Not if you don’t want to hear it.”
“I’ll hear if ya talk.”
Taking a deep breath, you smile. Maybe it’s your cracked head doing the trick, but you’re really happy Daryl is here. That he doesn’t have those high, thick walls keeping you away. You want to get closer to Daryl because it’d be a lot better when you’re forced to get more… Intimate with him.
But also, because you’re mesmerized by him. And this feeling has only been growing.
“Did you know that tulips used to be worth more than gold back in the 17th century? They were considered a symbol of wealth in Europe.” You start, once again lying on your side, just so you have a better sight of Daryl.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” The whole room spins around again, and you close your eyes tight. Grabbing the pillow, you take deep breaths. “Is this normal?”
“Yeah.” Daryl grunts and you suddenly feel the mattress moving and you open your eyes. Your heart skips a beat when you see Daryl seated on the edge, eyes, half-hidden by his hair, looking down at you. There’s something in his expression you can’t quite understand. Your first thought is to put some distance between the two of you, but for some reason, you don’t move. If Daryl feels ok being this close to the daughter of a monster, you’re not the one who’ll push him away.
Not when you feel sick, dizzy, and with your head hurting like being hit by a hammer.
You always felt fragile when sick or hurt, but ever since the world broke, you’ve always kept the act, it doesn’t matter how bad you feel. But now, alone in your bedroom with a stranger, you feel yourself sinking. Letting go. And it feels good.
“C-can I hold your hand?” It comes out suddenly, and you curse yourself for asking something so stupid of him. “I-it just would feel nice to have something solid to hold on to. But nevermind, I–” You lose your train of thought when you feel his hand on yours. His touch is hesitant and soft at first, and you were right. His hand is much bigger than yours. But you think you like it.
“What were ya sayin’? About the tulips?” He asks in a low voice.
It takes you by surprise that he’s actually interested. Even if it’s just to make you feel better. It’s very kind of him. “They come in every color, except blue. They look almost blue, but not really. There’s this one that people call ‘Queen of the Night’ because it’s so purple it’s almost black.” Slowly you relax more and more, eyes threatening to close. “Since they’re colorful, people naturally gave them some meanings, so to confess true love, people used to give their significant other a red tulip.”
“Have you ever given anyone a red tulip?”
Chuckling, you shake your head no. “I never loved someone enough, Daryl Dixon. And I don’t have any red tulips so… It’d have to be a metaphor.”
“Huh.”
“Thank you, Daryl.” You decide to say, opening your eyes to look at him again.
“Jus’ holdin’ yer hand. Not a big deal.”
“It is to me. I’m the daughter of the man who killed two people in your family. The same who psychologically tortured them, the same who wants to kill all of them.” Your voice is weak, barely a whisper. The very thought of it makes you feel even sicker. “I’m so sorry, Daryl. I swear I’m trying to do something good. You don’t believe me, but I am.” It turned into a plead because you suddenly need him to believe in you. As if it’s a matter of life and death. Squeezing his hand, you try to hold back the tears, but some roll down anyway. “Please, I–”
“I believe ya.” He bursts out, nodding. “I believe ya, now get some rest and don’t think about yer father’s shit.”
“Alright.” Nodding, you take a deep breath, holding tight on Daryl’s hand.
Slowly, you feel sleep overcoming you. And for the first time in so long, you feel safe. And less lonely.
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@riverscyberwife@spenciepoo338@beatitlikeabongodrum@amberritonicole@totheonethatloveshernext@the-artistic-animal
When I Found You (Pt. 04 of 19)
Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.7 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings: Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N:I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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Tulips
“We need to take it slow.” It’s the first thing you say when you get into his apartment, putting the necklace you made with his key around your neck. “We have two months. That’s how long Negan is willing to wait, and that’s the same amount of time he first gave Rick so… We’ll have time.”
“What’s yer plan?”
“My father is out since yesterday, at Hilltop. God help them.” Stopping by the coffee table, you look down at the man, seated on the couch. “So we can take this chance to go out there, walk around the compound and let people see us together.”
“If Negan isn’t here what’s the point?”
“That’s the point. People will tell him about his daughter hanging around with the prisoner. And it’ll prove we’re not doing it just to play a trick on him.” Taking a deep breath, you look down, crossing your arms. “And I’m taking a risk here. Because if you try to run… Negan will not only hunt you down, but he’ll also hit Alexandria and God only knows what he’ll do.”
“I ain’t gonna run.”
“Alright…” Nervously running a hand through your hair, you gesture at the door. “Let’s get going then. I’ll give you a tour through the compound.”
Daryl only grunts in response, and your hands are shaking a little when you unlock the door, sliding the self-made necklace around your neck once you’re out. “So let’s just… Walk side by side. Remember they have to notice you being… Somehow interested in me, so don’t act so distant.” Keeping your voice low, you start walking slowly.
“What ya want me to do?”
“Stay close. And make sure to touch me a little when people are around. Like on the arm, or the back. I’ll do the same.” Once you turn the corner, you bring your index finger to your mouth, signalling that the acting needs to start, and this talking has to be over.
It doesn’t take much until you’re walking past some people. They all kneel, waiting until you walk by. And of course, most of them stare with wide eyes at your company.
“One of these assholes will try ta’ shoot me,” Daryl complains when you reach the open area on the back, where some seeds are being planted.
“They won’t. Trust me.” A bigger group gets in your way, and they immediately get down.
“Princess.” Some of them mutter, but you ignore it.
“Princess?” Daryl asks when you’re far enough. There’s a hint of a laugh in his voice.
“Ever since Negan found out Ezekiel calls himself king, he took the title. So, I became the princess.” Shrugging your shoulders, you keep walking until you reach the garden on the back, where the workers plant some things. “Come see my tulips.” You exclaim, loud enough for the others to hear. Giving Daryl a look, you grab his forearm softly, making sure to smile.
You guide Daryl to a huge greenhouse on the Westside, pushing the door open. There are always people here, taking care of the flowers. The tulips are your favorites, and you come to take care of them whenever you can. “Someone found the seeds and gave them to me.” There are eyes on you already, and, after greeting some of the workers, you finally reach the tulips. “They remind me that this world still has beauty… And hope.” You decide to say it because despite this whole thing being nothing more than some acting, you don’t see a problem with sharing some stuff. And Daryl is from the outside, someone who doesn’t love these rules. He’s… Someone else entirely. And he’s a lot braver than anyone here, anyone who kneeled. Because he didn’t, and you know he won’t.
“Huh. Ya got all that from flowers?” He asks, voice a little harsh.
“I know it’s silly, but… Yeah. At least we can agree they’re pretty, c'mon.” Some people pass by, only stopping to quickly kneel before going on with their routine.
“Jus’ like ya.” He says, loud enough to be heard.
Biting back a smile, you give him a little nod before turning your attention back at the flowers. That was a good move, and you even noticed some heads turning. “You’re not very good at this, are you?”
“At what?”
“Relationships.”
“Not really.” He gets restless suddenly, and when you turn around to look at him, he’s scanning the place.
“You’re a weirdo, Daryl Dixon.” You tell him, smiling because it’s true. When he looks at you again, he has an irritated look on his face. You know why. He doesn’t know if this is part of the act or not. “I like it.” And this time, it’s not. “Come, there’s a lot more to see.” Tilting your head, you start walking, leaving the greenhouse, and crossing the garden.
“Hey,” Daryl calls, and when you turn around, he has an arm reaching out, and in his hand, a small white flower. “They were cutting it off, said it was sick. Ain’t no tulip, but…”
Daryl is a player. That much is clear by now. You won’t have to carry this whole thing on your back alone. He’ll make sure it’s believable, so his group will be safe.
So the smile that comes to your lips feels different. As you take the flower, you feel your cheeks heating up, and you look down, bringing the flower to your nose and breathing in the soft scent. “Thank you.” You mutter, clearing your throat. It clicks suddenly that Daryl might have someone out there, and that’s something you have to know.
Not because it would change your plans, since this is just a big fat lie to trick your father, but because you just feel like you need to know. “Let’s go.”
You take Daryl to the front of the compound, and then to the very East, which is empty at the moment. The walkers attached to the metal fence make you roll your eyes. You’ve killed some of them, and some days you’re just so furious you go around putting a knife through their skulls. But there are always more on the next day to replace those you put down.
“Ain’t nobody here.”
“I know. I just need a break.” Speaking low, you sit on the bottom of the stairs after going all the way up to check if there isn’t anybody there. “My father went to Hilltop.”
“What for?”
“Some shit Gregory did.” Playing with the tips of your hair, you sigh. “He wanted to break the gates open and push a car inside, playing a loud music to draw the walkers in.” It’s funny how you’re already using Daryl’s word for the dead, but you hope he won’t notice. “But I managed to stop him. I had to say Hilltop gives us food and risking that would be stupid.”
“Do ya think Negan is better than some walkers?”
A humorless laugh escapes your lips. “No. Walkers are nothing compared to Negan.” There’s the old, familiar lump in your throat. It doesn’t matter what you do, people still get hurt. But you can’t cry, not here. So you bite your lip, hands coming to lay on the outside of your thighs, giving it a little squeeze. The pain is quick to flow through your system, reminding you of yesterday’s night events. “I need to ask you something.” Trying to push it all back, you change the subject. “Do you have anyone out there? Girlfriend or wife?”
“Nah, I don’t. Why?”
“Just needed to know.” Pushing yourself up to your feet, you hold on to the railing. “Anyone before?”
Daryl shakes his head no, looking at his feet. “Not really the type of guy women want to be associated with.”
Squinting your eyes a little, you chuckle. You don’t get what he means. “Their loss then. You seem like a nice man so far.” Smiling a little, you gesture for him to follow you again. “Let’s go. We still need to walk around a lot.”
You both fall into a comfortable silence. Daryl still gets some looks and gives you some looks whenever people kneel and call you princess. It makes you smile a little, and you bring your tiny white flower to the nose every now and then, admiring its small petals. Maybe someday someone will give you a flower and actually mean it.
It’ll be real.
“What the hell.” A voice says, and you’ve pulled out of your daydream.
“Hi, Dwight.” You mutter, and it takes a few seconds until he kneels, eyes on the floor. “Why didn’t you go with Negan?”
“He wanted me to stay.” He stands up, angry eyes set on Daryl. “What are you doing with him?”
“Mmm… I’ll tell you as soon as you tell me since when this is your business?” Shrugging your shoulders, you cross your arms. “I’m the one who’ll be looking after Daryl, so you don’t have to worry.”
“He’s a prisoner and he’s dangerous. You don’t know how much, he could easily–”
“I will take my chances, Dwight. And I have a father to look after, thank you very much.” And you start walking away again. But Daryl doesn’t move, so you stop.
“That’s mine,” Daryl says, stepping forward and gesturing at Dwight.
“What is yours?”
“The vest. It’s mine. It has wings on the back.” He looks at you, with a stare you can’t understand. Is he asking you to take it back?
“Take it off.” You command, eyes slowly moving to Dwight. “Don’t make me wait.” Without saying anything, he takes it off quickly, throwing it at Daryl. But you won’t have it. Nobody here can disrespect Daryl. If he’s with you, it means he has to be treated the same way you are, and it’s up to you to make that clear.
Taking the vest from Daryl, you throw it back to Dwight. “Give it to him respectfully.”
The blond scoffs, giving a quick look around, checking if there’s anyone else watching this. After sighing, he hands it back to Daryl, who yanks it out of his hand.
“Good.” Without any other ceremony, you start walking, leaving Dwight behind. You’re immersed in silence until you turn the corner. “Let me wash it for you. I bet it stinks like that asshole.”
When you reach out your hand, Daryl hesitates a bit before passing it to you.
“Thanks.” He mutters, almost a whisper.
“You don’t have to thank me.” Looking down, you shrug your shoulders. “I’m just trying to help. And don’t worry, I noticed this is important to you and I’ll take care of it myself.”
“Alright.” He messily nods, his hair covering both his eyes. It clicks again how handsome Daryl is.
You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone as handsome.
“Alright.” You repeat, lowering your voice and moving closer. “I have to do some stuff so… We should meet every day. I’ll go to your apartment, spend some time there before walking around the complex.”
“Alright.”
Nodding, you give him the key, and turn away to go back with him and then back to your apartment.
The next days go by pretty much the same.
Negan is back three days later, which means you started bumping into him on your routine walks. Once or twice you managed to grab Daryl’s hand before Negan got into your sight, only to blush and let it go as if a teenager being busted.
But everything is planned. Negan isn’t stupid, and it takes a brain to trick him. So you know things have to progress with Daryl, or else he’ll call your bluff. And that means you need to sit and discuss the next moves with Daryl. You’ll do it today, and you’re still thinking what exactly you must say. The good part is that Daryl is committed, and he trusts you a bit more since the constant assault on his group has stopped.
“Jim’s birthday is coming and I’m thinking about what I should get.” Walking side by side with Daryl, you keep the small talk, keeping the voice loud enough so anyone who walks by listens. “I’ve been through what we have here and I want something different so I was thinking about scavenging.”
“Ya wanna go out there?”
“Mhmm.” You nod, giving him a look. “I do that sometimes. Mostly with some people or at least with Jim, but only because Negan is a pussy when it comes to me being in any kind of danger ever.” You’re still speaking when some voices come from down the hall, near the open space they use for the meals. “Audience.” You mutter, walking over there.
“I’m telling you, those were the best chicken wings ever. The only thing I miss from the old world.” An unfamiliar male voice says, a little too loud for your taste, and some laughs follow.
“You say that because you didn’t have a family.” Jim, as soft as always, says.
“Jimothy, my pal, drop it. You can have any chick you want. This world is ours too–” The man stops talking when you reach the metal staircase, slowly getting down the steps until you stop on the same level as Jim. He hates being called that name, and you don’t understand why this guy is calling him that.
“Hello.” You say, giving Jim a look. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
“I’m Rob.” He says, lips breaking into a smile as he reaches out his hand.
You’re polite, as polite as you can be, but you know what’s behind this smile. You’ve met a lot of men like him, you can recognize one. “We don’t shake hands, Rob. You kneel down to me.”
Rob laughs, too loud, exchanging a glance with a very serious Jim. “You’re that bitch. The daughter, aren’t you?”
Jim immediately gets tense at the name Rob calls you. There’s a punishment for those who call you by any other thing than your name or the stupid titles. They get hurt. Badly. “Apologize.” He says, and you simply nod.
“I rather die than apologise to a woman.” He keeps his head up, tall and proud.
Gesturing at Jim to stand down, you step closer to Rob, raising your head to look at him. “So you think you’re the superior being? Between you and me?” You ask, voice as sweet as honey.
“Well, when you put it like that, baby, I can’t agree more.” He replies, raising an eyebrow.
“There are only two kinds of people here. Those to hold the iron and those who sit down while it melts their faces.” You continue, giving him the best Negan smile you can.
Rob smiles too, and it doesn’t seem like he believes it. “Alright, princess slut. Let me just–” You’re suddenly picked up, your feet leaving the ground as you feel yourself being lifted. There’s a yell and some pulling, and your brain has little time to process what’s happening before you feel your body falling.
And then, you hit something hard, all air leaves your lungs. That’s when you shut down, the voices, the shouts, and everything else is overcome by pure darkness.
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@riverscyberwife@spenciepoo338@beatitlikeabongodrum@amberritonicole
When I Found You (Pt. 03 of 19)
Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.2 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N:I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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A Good Plan
“I need to speak with you.” Bursting into Negan’s apartment, you raise your voice, following the humming noise and finding him in the kitchen, eating a fresh potato salad.
“Good morning to you too.” He sing-songs, a smile on his lips. “Sit down and eat, for goodness sake.”
“Urgent matter, Dad.” Rolling your eyes, you take a plate and serve yourself some of the salad. It’s better if you look as casual as you can, despite the anxiety that didn’t leave you alone all night. Make it believable, you tell yourself.
“I have something to ask too.” Cleaning his mouth with a napkin, Negan stares at you as you sit down across from him. “My men told me you took Daryl Dixon out of his cell.”
Of course, he knows. Negan knows everything. “Yes, I did.”
“And why in the hell would you do that?”
“Because I find Daryl very attractive.” It’s not even a lie, but you have to start somewhere. You can’t pull off a relationship out of the blue. Things need to escalate there.
Negan looks at you dead in the eye for a few seconds before bursting into a laugh. You patiently wait until he’s done, arms crossed and food forgotten. Then, he stares at you, waiting for you to call it off. “Holy shit! You gotta be kidding me.”
“Well, I’m not.”
“(Y/N), I have bad blood with him and his whole group.” He says, leaning forward, elbows on the table. “I’m going to kill every single one of them.”
“I like Daryl, alright? So you won’t do anything until I see how this will turn out.” Trying not to let him notice how nervous you are, you start eating. “I like him, I really do.”
“You can have anyone you want, and you want the only man who will mess with my plans?” Negan stands up, taking his empty plate and leaving it in the sink. “Why don’t you have Jim instead?” He raises his voice as if he just had the greatest idea ever. “He’s handsome. He seems to like you a lot. Go on, get it on with Jimmy!” Throwing his fist in the air, he leans against the countertop.
“Father, I don’t want Jim.” Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. “I met Daryl by accident and… I don’t know when I looked into his eyes something happened…” Your voice fades for a different reason this time. It clicks suddenly that you’re not even trying to lie. You weren’t plotting, you just said how you felt.
“Daryl is too old for you.”
“You have wives my age.” You’re quick to answer, drumming your fingers on the table. “Actually, you have wives who are younger than me so you don’t get a say in the age thing.”
“They’re all of age, I’m not a monster.” No, of course not. He just kills and tortures people. “And everything is consensual, so–”
“Dad, I don’t ask much, do I?” Pushing the plate away, you stand up, arms crossed. “You told me the world is ours. That I can have anything I want.”
“And I meant it.”
“Then let me have it.” Put your heart in the matter. “You know I’m the romantic type, so what if this is meant to be? What if this… First sight… The feeling is right? What if this is what I’ve been looking for? You can’t take that away from me just because you hate some people.” You feel vulnerable saying these things because as the words leave your mouth, you realize they’re all true. Even though you never gave much thought to such things, it doesn’t change the facts.
“But Jim–”
“Dad, I want Daryl!” Raising your voice a little, you pace around.
“Do you really think there’s any chance Daryl will want to have anything to do with you?”
“Well, he said I was pretty.” Finally, you get to follow the plan you and Jim made. What to say, how to answer the questions you knew Negan would ask. It’s easier to follow the instructions than to explore the dark places of your heart.
“He did?”
“He did.”
“Holy hell.” Giggling, Negan turns around and starts doing the dishes himself. “Daryl is more animal than man, (Y/N). I wouldn’t fall for him if I were you.”
The insult almost makes you snap at him, but you bite your tongue. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Just give me some time to see what happens with me and Daryl.”
Negan sighs, and you can tell he’s a little angry. “Fine. But the moment it ends you tell me.”
Controlling yourself not to give a little jump, you move to hug his back. “Thanks, dad.”
“I can’t believe you’re just hugging me because of Daryl.” He complains, giving your arm a little pat. “Oh, I’ll be going to the Hilltop in an hour. Keep an eye here for me.”
“I will.” Moving to his side, you tiptoe to kiss his cheek before leaving the apartment.
Jim is outside, and the first thing you do when you see him, you jump into his arms. “It worked!”
He’s quick to hug you back lifting you up a little. “I told you it would.”
“Now…” Jim puts you back down, and you straighten your clothes. “I’ll give Daryl the good news.” Smiling, you gesture at the hall. “Come with me?”
“Sorry, I have to get Negan’s truck ready. But as soon as he leaves I’ll meet you up there.”
“God help Hilltop. I hope nobody gets hurt.” Sighing, the happiness you felt just some seconds ago fades, as you imagine the terror that will overcome that community.
“Hey.” Jim touches your shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. “You can’t save everyone, (Y/N).” Silently, you nod. “Now, go. Because you’re on the right path to take this group off Negan’s hands.”
Daryl didn’t do much since he woke up at four in the morning. He showered again, making sure to spend as much hot water as he could, checked his wounds, and ate a bowl of cereal.
Despite this being a normal apartment and not the dark cell, he can’t help but feel caged. And alone. Daryl felt alone for the most part of his life, but it changed with time. He found a family in Rick’s group.
Now, here he is, separated from them, held captive. The only good thing, at least he hopes it’s good, is this insane plan Negan’s daughter came up with. He still thinks it’s some kind of trap, a sick game they’re playing, but given his position, the only thing he could do is try.
And if it backfires, he’ll just kill her.
Seated on the couch, Daryl thinks about this possibility.
(Y/N) is little. He can overcome her easily, take her gun and run. Shoot his way out. Or even better, he can drag her with him with the gun pointed at her head, until he’s out of this place.
This was a good plan. This will work. Daryl would only have to count on himself to make it work, and it would.
It took only a couple of minutes until he makes up his mind. The safety of Alexandria can’t be in the hands of someone who has Negan’s blood. There’s too much at stake to trust it on some stranger.
Mind already settled on the plan, he waits, muscles tensing up when he hears footsteps coming closer and closer until they stop at his door.
Daryl is ready, and he stands up to his feet, fists clenched as a wave of anger takes over him.
But the moment he sees her, the same feeling comes flooding back. The angel-like girl walks into the living room. Clean face delicately framed by her hair, dark clothes that he swears smell like flowers. Like rose maybe, he can smell it even with the distance.
Her eyes are quick to find him, but despite his tall figure, so much bigger than her in this predator-like instinct, ready to take her down, she doesn’t seem like she’ll run away. I’m fact, (Y/N) looks happy.
“It worked.” She says, her voice a little too low. “It worked.” Repeating soon after, louder this time, she walks over the armchair, letting herself fall on it, elbows on her knees. “I told Negan I find you attractive and that you said you find me pretty. So he gave us the chance to see what happens.”
“So, what now?” He grunts, a bit too rudely, walking back to the couch and taking a seat.
And just like that, at the sight of her, Daryl changed his mind.
“Now it’s up to us. You and I, because I’ll need you to be convincing, Daryl.”
“I will.” He nods, eyes on her. “Won’t let ya dad hurt anyone else.”
(Y/N) tales a deep breath, running a hand through her hair. “I’m so sorry for–”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” Daryl speaks up, pointing a finger at her face in a quick, harsh gesture. “It doesn’t bring them back.”
“I know, I… I heard of it. The two men my father killed–”
“Abraham and Gleen.” He raises his voice again, back to his feet, pacing around that stupid living room. “The names are Abraham and Gleen. Gleen’s wife is pregnant.”
Daryl is expecting her to lash out at him, tell him to shut the hell up, end the deal. Punch him, try to hurt him, anything that gives him a reason to carry out his plan. Because he sees her as nothing else than Negan’s daughter. So, she must be as cruel as he is, maybe even worse.
But instead of anger, hate, or anything of that nature, Daryl sees sadness. Her lower lip shakes a little, so she bites it, a hand moving to wipe something off her eye as she looks away, letting her hair fall and hide her face.
“If I was there, I could’ve tried. I don’t always succeed, but I try.”
“Ya gotta try harder.” He’s still speaking when he notices. (Y/N) has both her hands on the outside of her thighs, fingers brushing on the fabric of her pants, from her knees up, as if she’s shy. But the movement is slow.
“I will.” She bursts out, jumping to her feet. “I gotta go now. See you tomorrow so we can talk about our next move.”
As fast as a lightning bolt, she leaves, banging the door shut before locking it.
Daryl can’t help but wonder if he caused the outburst. He only spoke the truth, a truth she knows very well, even better than him. And being who she is, here, the girl must be a lot stronger than that.
Shaking his head to push these thoughts away, Daryl lies down on the couch, eyes on the ceiling. He’s been thinking about her way too much. It’s time to stop. So from now on, Daryl decides, he will only think of her when she’s around. Once she leaves, she’s gone.
Once you’re safe inside your apartment, the tears roll down. They’re a living thing, bitter and hot, soaking your cheeks.
You can’t deal with this. You can’t deal with what your father does. He was kind, gentle. A normal person before. Now, he’s a murderer. A tyrant. A monster.
And so are you.
You’re his daughter, after all, his only child. And he built this world for you as well. So you won’t ever be hurt or starve. ‘The world is yours now’, he once said. But you don’t want it.
Things won’t ever be like they were before, but there’s gotta be a way to live without killing. Without being a barbarian.
Moving from your place leaning on the door, you rush to the bedroom, taking off your pants. The wounds are still quite fresh. They don’t really have time to heal.
You’re not the one to deal with pain very well. But this… You deserve this. For everyone who died at the hands of your people. And for those left behind, in agony, forever separated from a loved one.
You don’t need blades. You can use your nails, always kept just long enough to allow you this relief, and not to get in the way of anything you do around here.
Closing your eyes shut, you place both your hands on your thighs, near the knees, on the outside. Taking a deep breath, you sink the nails into the soft flesh, and you begin.
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When I Found You (Pt. 02 of 19)
Pairing:Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2.4 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N: I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!
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“Are you sure this will work?” You ask Jim for the hundredth time.
His idea is good. You can make it work, you can make it believable. But it doesn’t depend on you alone. Daryl has to accept it and put some effort into it as well.
“It will.”
“How long do we have?” Walking fast through the halls, you try not to overthink. This can’t backfire, because you have no idea what to do if it fails.
“Eight weeks until Negan goes to Alexandria. But you know him, he could go anytime he wants, but since he’s eager to torture them psychologically, he may give it some time. Make them think they can come up with some kind of plan.”
Daryl’s group is smart. And strong. You and Jim are getting all the pieces of information about them, and about Negan’s plans. For you, it’s easy, you just have to ask Negan. But Jim’s job is to go around the men and get their ideas because sometimes some of them have an interesting addition to the plan that Negan is eager to follow.
So what you have is this: The leader, Rick, is a survivor. It means he had to get his hands dirty before, and will again. And your father knows how to break a man like Rick. He hates men like Rick. It doesn’t help that the Alexandrians killed several Saviours, and tricked Negan a couple of times before.
Your father wants to unleash hell upon them. And Jim was right, you’ve never seen Negan so furious about a group before.
He won’t just take their things and leave, no Negan will break them, slowly, painfully. He will strip them off of everything they care about, everyone they love, one by one, until he gets to Rick.
But you won’t let that happen.
“Ok.” Taking a deep breath, you stop by the apartment door. “If he doesn’t play along…”
“If he doesn’t play along, his group dies. Just tell him that.”
As if it was so simple.
Nodding, you unlock the door and walk in. Jim quickly pushes it close, gun already in hand. This could be dangerous. You wouldn’t blame Daryl for trying to attack you.
“Hello?” You mutter, moving to the living room and peaking into the kitchen. “We’re just here to talk.” Keeping your voice as soft as you can, you move towards the hall, as Jim does the same, walking ahead of you and pushing the first door open.
When he comes out, he simply shakes his head no before moving to the other room. “Where the hell is he?”
“Take it easy, Jim. I–” You’re cut short suddenly, a strong arm pulling you backwards, knocking all air out of your lungs. There’s something sharp and cold against your neck, as a giant hand grabs your shoulder, keeping you tight against the body behind you, painfully tight.
“Damn it!” Jim exclaims, gun pointing at whoever is holding you. But it doesn’t take much until your mind solves the mystery. “Let go of her. Now!”
“Drop the gun.” The voice, raspy and angry, comes right to your ear. “Or I’ll kill her.”
“Jim put it down.” You tell him, both hands coming to hold on the man’s arm as you struggle to breathe.
“I have a clean shot from here, asshole. She’s tiny, I can shoot you right in the head.” Jim cocks the gun, and the knife is pressed against your skin.
“Shoot me and she dies. I’ll draw this damn knife right through her throat.”
“Stop it, both of you!” Shouting, you suck in a sharp breath when Daryl moves, pulling you further away from Jim. “James, you do as I freaking say. Put the gun down now.” Using the strongest voice you can, you give him a stare. You hate ordering him around, but it’s necessary now. Your eyes are saying ‘trust me, I know what I’m doing’, and that’s what makes him reluctantly move, slowly lowering the gun until it’s on the ground, kicking it to the wall behind him. Way out of Daryl’s reach.
“Daryl, listen to me.” You start, keeping your voice soft. “We’re here to help you.”
“How? Gonna throw me in another goddamn cell!” He squeezes your shoulder, making you wince.
Jim steps forward, ready to fight, but you raise a hand at him, making him stop. “I know about your group. About Alexandria, everything. And I know Negan’s plans. I swear, I just want to help.”
“She was the one to bring you here, man, trust me,” Jim speaks up, both hands raised. “We spent all night trying to find a way of helping you and your group. You kill her, you’re doomed. You and everyone you care about.”
You feel Daryl’s grip get a bit loose, just a little bit, but enough for you to get what he’s thinking. Taking in the information. “What the hell does he plan to do with us?”
“The same, as a start.” You explain the pain on your shoulder bringing a few tears to your eyes. “He’ll take whatever he wants, and go back every once in a while. But he hates Rick, your leader, so he’ll put traps in the way, looking for a reason to torture them.”
“Huh.” He grunts.
“I was in the meeting. He wants to kill the Alexandrians one by one, make them chop off pieces.” Going graphic was never the idea, and it makes you feel sick. “H-he said he will make Rick go all the way next time. Cut his own son’s hand off.” Tears start rolling down as the emotions overwhelm you.
The image is in your head now, a father being forced to do such a thing. The axe, the blood, the severed hand… You need your cell. You need to let things out. You never wanted to be part of this. You never wanted to be here. But you can’t lose it, not now.
Blinking to push the stubborn tears away, you put yourself back together the best you can. This isn’t the place to be weak.
“How do ya know all that?”
“Negan is my father.” This makes the grip gets tighter than before, as the knife is now placed on your throat. “It doesn’t mean I agree with his methods!” You’re quick to add. “I have a plan to keep him away from your people. From Alexandria.”
“C'mon, man, you’re hurting her,” Jim begs.
“Keep yer damn mouth shut!”
“These are your options, Daryl Dixon!” You yell again, trying to make your voice heard despite everything. Despite his grip, the knife, and the situation. “You can kill me, kill Jim, take the gun and run. But you won’t get too far. They’ll take you, and as soon as they find out you killed Negan’s daughter, the man himself will make you watch as he feeds your people to the dead.” This wasn’t supposed to be this way, you didn’t want to threaten him. But you’ll say anything for him to let go of you. “Or you can at least hear me out. Because with or without your help, I’ll find a way to keep Negan away from this group because I’m not my damn father!” Voice cracking in the end, you close your eyes, letting the darkness surround you. This isn’t enough, but it has to suffice.
You’re becoming so weak. After so many years, being in this nightmare since the very beginning, you’re breaking. And you can’t break. You won’t know what to do if you break.
“Just listen to her, man,” Jim mutters, and when Daryl finally let go, you run straight into Jim’s arms, releasing a breath. “Damn it, (Y/N).” He whispers in your ear, softly rubbing your back. This hug isn’t about you being hurt by Daryl, it’s about you being hurt by everything else. Jim has developed a way of knowing when you’re about to collapse, exactly when you need some time to recover. “Can you do it? Because if not we can–”
“I’m alright.” Pulling away, you wipe the tears away before turning to face Daryl.
He’s wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, and now you get why his hand felt so big. The man is huge, and it’s clear now he didn’t hurt you as much as he could if he wanted to. His dark hair partly covers his eyes, but you can see the bright blue colour, set on you. He’s clean, and now you can see the purple bruise on his left cheek. Daryl still holds the knife, ready to act if you or Jim try anything.
“Can we sit?” Gesturing at the couch, you just make your way there, taking a sit. Jim does the same, taking the armchair. But Daryl just stands, those predator-looking eyes, following your every move. “You don’t have to look at me like I’m some kind of threat. Look at me. I couldn’t take you.”
“But yer boyfriend here could try.” Eyes locked on you, Daryl jerks his chin towards Jim.
“Jim is not my boyfriend. He’s… My personal bodyguard.” You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Jim’s wife was dying. He was working for points so he couldn’t have the medicine. He stole it and got caught. His wife passed and he was going to die too for what he did, but I stepped in.” Exchanging a glance with him, you take in the small smile he has on, and also the sadness in his eyes. Jim is still in love with Mariam. “I told Negan I wanted someone by my side, at all times. And Jim was strong and well-built even before, so I had my will done. And here he is now, not only to protect me but as a faithful friend. As I am his.”
“It’s true. (Y/N) saved me.”
“So ya want me ta’ believe Negan does everythin’ ya want?” Daryl is sceptical, but anyone in his position would be. You’re still one of his captors, and you could be setting some kind of trap.
“(Y/N) is everything Negan has left. Say whatever you want from him, it’ll probably be the truth, but he loves his daughter.” With both elbows on his knees, Jim looks up at Daryl. “She’s the princess around here. And the king will do whatever she says. If she wanted to tear you to pieces just for her pleasure, he would clap.” Jim’s voice gets darker because he stands where you stand. He does what he has to do to survive, but he doesn’t enjoy it. “But instead, she puts on a show out there, just so she can act behind his back helping people. She could be a tyrant, the very image of her father but she isn’t. So if (Y/N) can help you and your people to make out of this mess alive, take the freaking chance or get the hell out of her way.”
Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to understand where it came from. Jim never said anything like this.
“We came up with a plan to make Negan give up on your community.” You say, taking a deep breath. “Of course we’d have to say Alexandria would be mine to rule and shit like that, but I promise you if we manage to make this work, he’ll leave your people alone.”
“And what is this miraculous plan?”
This is the hard part. Biting your lip, you exchange a long stare with Jim, who raises both his eyebrows at you.
“We’ll have to pretend to be dating.” Saying it as slow as you can, you feel a heat spreading through your cheeks.
“What the hell?”
“I know how it sounds.” Standing up to your feet, you raise both hands at him. “But all the other options weren’t good enough. Negan hates your group like he never hated anyone before, and Jim and I came to the conclusion that the only way he’ll step back is if I put my heart on the matter.” Shrugging your shoulders, you sigh. “If we convince them we’re falling for each other, he will let me have Alexandria. And if he places the city under my care, nobody will come to take anything. Nobody will be killed.”
Daryl weakly nods, his hair all over his face. “Fine. But if ya lie ta’ me, I kill ya.”
“You–”
“We have a deal.” You speak before Jim does, reaching out your hand. Daryl looks at it before looking up at you again, not taking your hand, so you let it fall. “Well, you’ll stay here now. There’s food and… Pretty much everything you may need. I’ll talk to Negan and let you know the next step.” That said, you nod, mostly to yourself, gesturing for Jim to follow as you leave.
Right before you push the door close, you take one last look at Daryl. Then, the wood separates the two of you, and you lock the door, sliding the key into your pocket.
“It’ll work,” Jim says, a hand on your shoulder.
“It has too.”
When Daryl is left alone, the silence, now very familiar, surrounds him again. In a jolt of adrenaline, he has an impulse of checking if what she said was true. Everything he had done ever since the Saviors dragged him into this apartment was to shower, clean the blood from his wounds, put on some clothes, and sleep.
So, he’s quickly moving through the kitchen, opening the cabinets and fridge, finding more food than he has seen since the world broke.
To say he’s confused is a misunderstanding. When he first saw her, from the darkness of his cell, he wondered if he was seeing an angel. Her smooth skin, clean and shining, as if she didn’t belong to this world anymore. Her hair, rolling down her shoulders, reaching all the way to her waist. And he swears he could smell her hair conditioner, candy-like. It took a while for him to believe she was real.
But she’s Negan’s daughter.
And Daryl has to be careful, smart. He will do anything if it means his group will be safe. But still, he has to be alert. In case this is a trap. In case she’s not as good as she shows.
There are no angels, not in this world. Not living among these people.
And she certainly isn’t one of them.
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When I Found You (Pt. 01 of 18)
Pairing:Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader
Word count: 2 K
Summary:You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you’ll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love… But how long until the lie becomes the truth?
Warnings:Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don’t worry about graphic descriptions.)
A/N:I wanna special thanks (and give a lot of credit) to my absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final review of the text. Love you, girl!!
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Blue Eyes
You’re not the type of person who uses the end of the word as an excuse to have your way with things. To take what isn’t yours, claim and keep it, just because you happen to have the upper hand. You never had it in you, the evilness, the darkness to fall into such position.
But here you are, surrounded by those who think otherwise.
Walking fast through the halls, your mind plays back everything you heard. You had to sit there, smile and nod, as Negan spoke about what he did. And what he plans to do. It makes you sick, almost to the point of throwing up what you had for lunch, only a couple of hours ago. Their description was graphic.
Negan told you all about how the guy’s eyeball popped out, and how he was still standing.
You can deal with the dead, their falling skin, and disgusting, rotting corpses… But the living… Maybe it makes you a pussy, but you don’t care. There’s still humanity in you, and as stupid as it may be, you hope there’s still a way of life that doesn’t suck other people dry. A way to survive without having to steal, cheat or kill.
With a hand on your stomach, tears started to fill your eyes, you’re relieved when you reach the hall, a breath flowing out as your fingers struggle with the locker.
This cell is the only place you feel alone. Where you allow yourself to cry. The only place you allow yourself to be weak.
Of course, it doesn’t always work. Sometimes you break down in your apartment too, but still, you can’t set yourself free from these cold, dark walls.
When the locker clicks, you sigh, sliding the metal door open. But the wave of relief is taken back as you freeze, your attention falling on the figure in the darkness, dirty and naked. His eyes, unbelievably blue, reflecting the light coming from the hall behind you, are quick to find yours.
For a moment, you wonder if this is real. With a hand holding the metal and the other flat next to your body, all words and thoughts seem to have left you. Whoever this man is, he’s not only being held a prisoner. Nobody here is just a prisoner. They’re always here for a reason, and they’re treated like animals until they break.
You never saw anyone in this position, but your heart breaks for him. There’s strength in his eyes, anger… But there’s also pain.
“What are you doing here?” The voice snaps you out of your state, and you blink a few times, stepping back and turning to find Dwight.
Shaking your head lightly, you quickly remember to put on the act. It’s better this way. “Excuse me?”
“Oh.” He exclaims before falling on one knee. “Forgive me.”
“What are you doing here?” You repeat his question, very aware of the man in the cell, feeling his eyes on you.
“I came to feed him.” Dwight stands back up, showing you the tray he’s holding with a single sandwich that looks disgusting.
“What the hell is that?”
“Dog food.” He quickly answers, not seeming to be bothered by it. “Your father’s orders.”
Your father’s orders indeed.
Clenching your hand into fists, you take a deep breath. “Go and make me one of your sandwiches. The real thing.” Keeping your voice nice and soft, you take the tray from his hands. “Double that, actually. Let’s have a nice meal together, you and I.”
Dwight furrows his eyebrows before nodding, leaving at a fast pace to follow your command. Of course, he finds it weird, you never spoke to him. But you don’t care about what he thinks. Your instructions are to be followed, without questioning. As are Negan’s.
Leaving the tray on a small wooden table near the wall, you turn back to the man. He didn’t move, but his eyes are set on you.
You helped a lot of people here without Negan knowing about it because they were under his radar. But you get the feeling this man isn’t. But still, you can’t see yourself walking away, leaving him in this dark cell, eating that shit, and going through whatever your father has in store for him.
Quickly walking over to the cell, you stop by the door, unsure if you should step any closer. Crouching down, you wonder why he hasn’t broken eye contact yet. There’s a gun with you, secure in the holster attached to your thigh. But you hope you won’t have to use it. “Hey.” You whisper, wondering what else could you say. “I’m sorry they’re doing this to you.” They? You’re part of this too, whether you want it or not. “I’ll try to help–”
“(Y/N)?” The voice, familiar this time, makes you stand up. “What… The hell is going on?” Jim is quick to approach you, peaking inside the cell.
Sighing, you pull the door close, but only halfway. “Dwight, he…” Running a hand through your hair, you feel a little dizzy. But you must get it together. This is not the place to break down, someone else might come. “I came to the cell and found this man. Dwight is giving him dog food.”
“Alright, breath.” Jim holds both your arms, and you do as he says. He’s the only one who knows how you feel. At least some of it. But he does know you come to this cell every once in a while, and he knows it makes you mad to see how some people are treated here. “What do you want to do about this?” He glances at the man, and you do the same. He seems… Interested in this conversation. And why wouldn’t he be? This must sound like some kind of trap to him, coming from his captors.
“I don’t know.” You start listening to footsteps, so you stand up straighter, as you feel like you’re falling into character. It doesn’t take much until Dwight comes to your sight, a small plastic Tupperware in his hand. “Good. Took you long enough.”
“I’m sorry for the delay. James.” He mutters, handing you the plastic box.
Taking a look at both sandwiches, you smile. They’re delicious, you bet. “Well, let’s eat.” Without any ceremony, you step inside the cell, reaching out your arm and giving that man the Tupperware.
“Wait.”
“Shut up.” You bark, as the man basically rips the thing from your hand after some seconds of hesitation, and starts devouring it. “You’ll eat too, Dwight.” You say as you move back to the wooden table, leaning on it, both hands resting on each side of the tray.
Dwight scoffs, exchanging a glance with Jim. “I–”
“You know I never ask twice.” With a warning tone, you push the tray forward. “Eat.”
Your voice echoes a little as you raise it, growing impatient. You were deprived of a moment you needed so much, stomach feeling weird and head spinning. Push it back, you tell yourself. Keep it locked up. This isn’t your cell, you can’t break down now.
When Dwight takes the sandwich and bites it, you wish you could show off a bright smile, as Negan would. Happy to see your command followed, delighted to humiliate someone. But that’s not how you feel at all.
Dwight chokes a little but swallows his bite, eyes on you, wondering if that was it. “How long has this man been here?”
“Some days. Three or four, I think.”
“And I believe you have been feeding him with this shit since the beginning, am I right?” Crossing your arms, you pace around. Dwight nods, and by the look on his face, you can tell he’s waiting. Waiting for the next move, or some sort of torture. You could easily get it done. Negan backs you up about everything. You can throw Dwight into this very cell, feed him dog good for a week, burn him, cut off a finger or two… Anything you want.
This world belongs to you too, says Negan, and your desires must be attended to.
“Then finish your sandwich.” You simply say because you might have Negan’s blood, but you don’t share his principles.
Dwight is fast to obey, probably thinking it’s best to just get done with it. And you watch, occasionally glancing at the man. He’s cold, it suddenly gets to you. The nights are terrible, and the thought of him there, completely naked, shivering all night long makes you clench your hands into fists.
“I want you to stay here until my men come.” You start, a hard stare set on the blond. “They will carry out my orders, and if Negan happens to come here before they do, you’ll find me immediately. Did I make myself clear?”
“Absolutely.” He sounds confused, and you can see the gears moving in his head as he tries to understand what you’re doing.
But he doesn’t have to know. “Great. Jim, c'mon.”
“Right away.” He mutters before following you.
•••
It does look like you have everything under control from the outside because inside your head, you’re walking in the dark. Pacing around your living room, a hand playing with your lower lip, you try to come up with the next move.
A low knock on your door gets you moving, unlocking and pulling it open before allowing Jim to come inside.
“It’s done.” He says, looking down at you as he takes something from his pocket. “He was set in the apartment and this is the key.”
Taking the small piece of metal, you hold it in your hand, bring the fist to your heart. “What do I do, James?” This was settled in a rush, and you don’t know what your father wants with that man. You do feel better to know he’s in a good place now, where he won’t be cold or hungry. But the rest… You’re clueless.
“I have bad news, (Y/N).” Jim starts, making his way over the couch. You follow but chose to stand on your feet. “I went around, listened to some people, and put the pieces together. That man’s name is Daryl, and he’s part of that group from Alexandria.”
“Shit.” You mutter, biting your index finger.
“Yeah, shit. Negan’s hate for that group reaches a whole new level.”
“I know.”
“Alexandria is promising. And we know they’re making alliances with different communities, so it means they won’t only survive, they’ll prosper. And have a hell of a good life as we have here. Maybe even better.”
“I know.” You repeat, eyes on the floor.
“Negan doesn’t want to just take their stuff, he wants them to give him a reason so he can punish them.”
“I know.” Dropping to the couch beside him, you sigh. You had to listen, for hours, Negan talking about that group. How they fooled him, killed many of his men. And your father developed a fury towards Rick, their leader, that you never saw before. “I don’t care, Jim. I’ll tell father to leave them alone.”
“And what will you say when he asks why?”
“I’ll say Daryl and I are friends.”
“(Y/N), you can’t possibly think Negan will give up on a whole community over someone you befriend overnight.”
What would you do without Jim? He’s the one to do the thinking when you’re overwhelmed, unable to put things together. “I’ll make him believe.”
“Your father does everything you ask, but without a believable reason, he’ll think you’re joking around and laugh at your face. You know it. You know him.”
Closing your eyes, you run a hand through your hair. “What should I do then?”
“Why do you want to help this man so much? You don’t know him, he could be evil.” Jim touches your back, rubbing it softly.
“I know evil. I’m surrounded by evil men. He isn’t. I saw it in his eyes…” You have no idea how to explain it, you just feel it. You just know it, somehow. “He’s a good man, Jim. Trust me.”
“I do. And I might have an idea, but I’m damn sure this Daryl won’t go with it.” Jim is suddenly thoughtful, that blank expression he makes when he’s putting some sort of plan together. “It’s quite crazy, but it might work. I can see Negan buying it if you work well.”
“I’m in. What is it?”
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