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hi. this is my first time requesting and i was wondering if you could do something along the lines of reader doing something risky around walkers and how daryl would react to you almost getting bit like he shows more emotion than hes ever shown before
Reader splits off in the tunnels with Daryl on their way to Meridian.
- Claustrophobia warning -
“Daryl.” You whisper loudly to catch his attention. He whistles at Dog before walking over to you, “Find somethin’?”
You nod, shining your flashlight into the opening, “I can get it, I just need you to hold my ankles.” He scoffs at your words, “C’mon, leave it. Probably ain’t worth anythin’ anyway.”
You were stubborn.
You took off your backpack, “Fine. Go. I’ll catch up.”
He stands there debating for a few seconds before letting out a sigh, “Jesus Christ.” He walks over, “Y’better make it quick.”
“I’ll do my best.” You smirk up at him, getting down on your knees. He gets down behind you, hands laying on your calves. You hold your flashlight between your teeth and lean into the small space, and his grip tightens, “See it?”
“Mhm.” You mumble as loud as you can. You stretch more, reaching out as far as you can. There wasn’t anymore than an inch on either side of your shoulders, your knees were at the edge of a drop off.
You take a deep breath, sighing as you slowly bend your arm up and head down, removing the flashlight from your mouth, “I need t’go a little further.”
“I don’know how much more I can get ya.” He replies, his fingers digging into your calves, “Jus’forget it, a’right. We gotta move.”
You slowly bring your arm up, turning your body as you press your back against the wall. You use that as leverage to your best ability.
As you’re swatting at the box, trying to get it closer, a walker comes out of no where, grabbing onto your arm.
You let out a scream, dropping your flashlight. Your body blocks any light of Daryl’s light resting on the ground, which leaves you in total darkness.
You try and rip your arm away, but the dead wouldn’t let go, “Daryl! Daryl!” He attempts to pull you back in, swearing up and down as he presses his boot against the wall and leans in, “C’mon, c’mon. I got ya. Fuck.”
He loses his grip on your belt, huffing as he searches in the darkness for another gripping point. Your hand slips from the wall and you gasp, “No, no.” You were frantic, “Get- fuck! Get off of me!” You scream, “Fuck! Daryl!”
“Hold on, I’m tryin’!” He finally gets a grip of you, pulling you back towards him.
You fall into his body, your hand frantically trying to pull up your sleeve. Daryl grabs your wrist, his hand also working to push up your sleeve.
No bite.
You let out a sigh, along with Daryl and he pulls you in, kissing your lips a few times before pulling you into a hug, his arms wrapping as tight as they can go, “Don’t be doin’ no dumb shit like that again, ya hear me?” He takes a deep breath, hand sliding to hold the back of your head, “Fuck. I could’a lost ya.” He presses his lips to your forehead, “Had me worried like hell.”
“M’sorry.” You sniffle, “I-I thought-“
“Hey.” Daryl leans back, sliding his hands to lift your face towards him, “It’s a’right. This time. Happens again, m’gonna be pissed at’cha.”
You sniffle, nodding as he uses his thumbs to wipe away the stay tears. He wraps his arms around you, “Whatever that was, wasn’t worth the risk’a losin’ you.”
You hold onto him tighter, “Won’t happen again.”
“Ya promise?” He looks tilts his head down and you nod, “Yes, I promise.”
The growling of the walker grows closer. You feel something grabbing at your boot and dog starts barking. You step back as Daryl draws his knife, bending down to plunge it into the walkers head.
He pulls it out, kicking it backwards before turning to you. He bends down, picking up your bag and handing it to you, “Y’gonna have t’stick w’me since ya lost yer’only flashlight.”
“I have another one.” You pull it from the side pocket of your pack and turn it on, “See.”
He shakes his head, walking over to give you one last hug, “Still want’cha w’me. A’right?” You nod with your cheek pressed against his chest, you can’t help but laugh, “Is this your way of telling me that you like me?”
You hear him chuckle and he sighs, “Somethin’ like that.” He kisses your head, “yer’a pain in my ass, but I love you.”
That was the first time he’s ever said that to you.
You look up at him and he shakes his head, “Nah, don’be givin’ me that look. Not one word, we gotta move.” He motions as he grabs his bow and you smirk, “fine, how about four?” You take his hand, “I love you, too.”
He gives your hand a squeeze as you start walking, “Yeah, those four are a’right.” He glances over at you with a smirk. Both of hour heads snap down the tunnel as gunshots echo through it.
“C’mon.” Daryl whistles for Dog as he drops your hand, and all three of you take off running.
Yallllll I’m in the shower and I had to pause because I thought of this and HAD to write it -
Reader surprises Daryl for his birthday (I know we never got to know his actual birthday so I’m just saying that it is for the sake of this fic)
You’ve been up for a few hours, the sun was nearly on the verge of rising and you snuck your way over to Daryl’s house.
Thankfully to Carol, and people who have actually kept track about what day it was, you knew that today was a day that Daryl didn’t want announced to everyone around him.
You pushed the door open, quietly shutting it.
You heard the sound of paws moving quickly down the steps and you turned around to see dog running to you. You dropped down, letting him greet you before motioning, “C’mon.”
You made your way up the steps, coming to a stop as you reached Daryl’s bedroom.
You watched as dog jumped up on the bed, lying down on Daryl’s chest, “mornin.” Daryl mumbles as his hands run through dogs fur, “What’re ya doin’ here? What time is it?”
“It’s early.” You step in, “How’d you know it was me?”
“He didn’t bark. He never barks for you.”
You smile, “Dog. Down.” He immediately gets up and comes over to you. You turn, shooing him out of the room and closing the door. You turn around and see Daryl giving you a look. You walk over and climb onto the bed, leaning down to kiss him, “He don’t need to be in the room for this.”
“For what?” Daryl asks as you straddle him, a smirk playing on his lips.
Your fingers work to undo each of the button up that you had covering up a surprise. You give him a shrug, “For this, maybe?” You pull open the shirt, revealing a Lacey lingerie top, “Happy birthday, Daryl Dixon.”
“M’gonna kill Carol.” He chuckles, eyes scanning over your body, “But not until I get t’unwrap the best gift of all.”
If you want a full fic out of this with more detail added all around, please let me know - I’m probably going to do it anyway lmao - here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’
The closer you got, the more interested in learning about it you got. You would ask him questions about it, and he would answer, sometimes give you a smart remark, “Can y’handle somethin’ like this?”
You’d laugh if off, “I handle you, don’t I? How much harder can it be?” He’d scoff, shake his head, and you’d go back to talking about the bow.
He would show you how to use his, position you in the correct stance, making sure your fingers are in the safe zone, and would majorly downplay it sarcastically when you got three bullseyes in a row, “Yeah, uh huh. Look at that.”
He wouldn’t say anything about looking for one for you, he wouldn’t say anything to anyone. Maybe, Carol? But that’s about it. Once he did fine one, he would fix it up, make sure that it was up to his standards before actually giving it to you.
Once he did, he couldn’t hold back the smile on his face as he watched your face light up with excitement.
“Daryl, fuckin’ Dixon.” You look up from the bow, hand laying over your mouth, “I could kiss you right now.” You walk up to him, arm wrapping around his neck. He wraps his arms around your waist, “Y’can do it layer. Right now, m’takin ya out. Go kill some things.”
“It’s a date.”
He shrugs, “If that’s what y’wanna call it.” He smiles and nods, “C’mon.”
Aaron brought in some new people, and you were assigned to show them around, give them the rules, etc.
“Alright, welcome to Alexandria. Any and all weapons will be put in this cart.” You motion, “You can check them out in a few days once you are settled.”
You watched as they put in their weapons and stepped back into their original spots, “I believe Aaron has you guys assigned to be in two of the houses down on the corner, so if you’ll just-“
Daryl walks up, “Hey, m’goin’ on’a run w’Rick.” His hand slides around your waist, “Catch up later?”
You nod, giving him a smile, “Yeah, stay safe.”
He gives you a slight smirk, “Yes ma’am.”
You turn back to the group, “That was Daryl Dixon and Rick Grimes. They practically run this show. We’ll meet them later.” You sigh, “Alright. Follow me.” As you walk down the road, you point out what things are, making some stops to introduce them to others, “This is Carol. If you need any cookies made, she’s your gal.”
Carol smiles, “Oh stop it.” She looks back at the group, “she ain’t lying though.”
The group laughs and you smile at them, “I’ll take ya down here to get settled, shower, relax for a little bit. Come tomorrow, you’re officially one of us, so it’ll be time for you guys to pull your weight of the work.”
“Excuse me.” One guy raises his hand, “Do we get dinner?”
You nod, “‘Course you get dinner. It’s usually made around six, so you can go to the house that I showed you prior and that’s where you get it.”
You walk backwards, motioning to the houses, “Welcome home.”
It’s been a few hours now, and you’ve helped some of the newbies with things, made sure they were settling in alright and what not, and Aaron walks up to you, “Hey.”
“Hey.” You smile, “They seem to be adjusting really well.”
“Thanks for doing this, y/n. I really appreciate it.” He looks at the people sitting on their porches and back to you, “I couldn’t think of anyone better.” You smile, “I appreciate that.”
“Hey, y/n, right?” The same guy that asks about dinner walks up. You nod, “Correct. What can I do for you?”
“I’ll leave you to it.” Aaron pats your shoulder and you nod, looking back at the guy, “Your name was Clay, right?” He nods, “Yes. You guys brought me and my sister in.”
“How are you adjusting?” You cross your arms, “I know seeing all of this after being out there isn’t easy by any means.”
“Yeah, that’s what I came to talk to you about, a lot of my people trust you. So I was wondering if maybe you can be the one to assign their jobs and talk to them if things need done.”
“Oh absolutely.” You nod, “I’ll go let Aaron know right now.” As you turn, you see Daryl walking towards you. You smile and walk up to him, “How was the run?”
“Who’s that?” He nods and you glance back, “That’s clay, one of the new guys.” Your smile slowly fades as you see Daryl’s daggered stare staying on him. You reach up, “Daryl, babe. How was the run?”
“Fine.” He looks down at you, “what did he want?”
You smirk, “He told me that I’m the only one his group trusts, and he doesn’t want big scary people like you talking to them just yet.”
His straight lips crack into a smirk and you pat his chest, “There we go. Come on, I gotta go talk to Aaron.”
Over the next few days, you noticed Daryl being more touchy than he normally is. Before he goes anywhere away from you, whether it’s on a run or within the community, he’ll come up and kiss your cheek, or your lips. He’ll wrap his arm around you while you talk, just standing there.
“Y’gon be a’right if I go for a’run with Maggie?” His fingers drag over your hip, “Shouldn’t be gone too long.”
You look up at him, “I’ll be fine.” You turn towards him, “What’s with you lately?” He shakes his head as he shrugs, “M’not sure what’cha’ mean, darlin’.” He smirks, leaning in to kiss you, “Gotta go. Maggie’s waitin’.”
He walks away and you squint, “Uh huh. Be safe.”
He raises his hand, “Yes, ma’am.”
Later on, you hear the gates open and you’re standing there laughing with the group that came in a few days ago, clay standing right next to you.
“Yeah, so when I stood up, my foot slipped and all you heard was me yell out, “Help!” But it was the way I said it that cracks me up, it was like something you’d find in a cartoon.” You cover your mouth as you laugh and suddenly you feel a hand on your wrist.
You turn, walking with Daryl as he leads you away from the group.
“Daryl.”
He doesn’t say a word, just leads you back to your shared house and takes you inside. His bow wasn’t even off his back before he slams you against the wall, lips roughly kissing yours.
You don’t fight back, you teach up, gripping the edge of his vest to pull him closer.
“Yer’mine.” He mumbles, “People need t’know that
“I know, baby.” You look up at him, “M’yours.”
He steps back, pulling you with him towards the steps, and as you reach the top, he pulls you to him. Lips on yours as he walks you back towards the room.
“I know people wan’you. See it all day, every fuckin’ day.”
“I don’t want any’a them.” You assure with a nod, “You’re all I want, all I need.” You gasp as he pushes you backwards onto the bed, staring up at him as up as you watch him pull his bow from his body and setting it down.
His hands move to pull his vest down over his broad shoulders and you let out a whimper, you knew what was coming.
“Wan’you naked, darlin’.” He nods, “Now.”
You comply, stripping your clothes from your body as fast as you could. His eyes never leave you as he chewed on his lip, tilting his head as you lay back, legs spreading open for him.
He pushes off his shirt, moving down to crawl up towards you, “So fuckin’ pretty.” He pressed his lips to yours, “Don’know how I got’cha.” He shakes his head, “But I ain’t lettin’ y’go.”
You pull him back in, lips moving with him in a heated passion.
You gasp against his lips as his fingers circle your clit. He kisses back your jaw, whispering low in your ear, “M’gonna put a baby in ya, really show people who you belong to, huh?”
Your whine at his words turns into moans as she shoves two of his fingers into your cunt, “F-fuck, yes.”
“Yes what, darlin’?” He mumbles as he works his fingers into and out, “Talk t’me. M’listenin’.”
Your back lifts from the bed, “Feels so good.” You lift your head, eyes opening as you look up at him, “Want you so bad.”
“How bad?” He asks, lips planting along your chest, “Need t’know, baby.”
“So bad, so fucking bad.” You whine, walls closing on his pointer and middle, “Daryl, please.” He kisses down your chest, stopping to take your nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicking over and his teeth biting down send you into a dizzy state, “Y-yes.” You breathe out, “Oh.. oh my god.”
He lifts his head, fingers still curling as he treats your untouched nipple to the same treatment as the other.
Your heavy breathing and moans fill the room. Your hand lays on his head, dragging his hair into your grasp, “F-fuck. So fuckin’ close, baby.” You gasp, “Fuck, fuck.”
He kisses up your neck, “love makin’ y’sound like this.” He whispers, “tell me who makes ya’feel this good, baby.”
“Y-you.” You gasp, “Fuck, fuck. You. Always you.” You drag your nails down his arms, moaning loudly as you come around his fingers. He nods, “Thas’right.” He bites his lip, watching as you come down from your high.
He pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his lips and you watch in awe how he groans around them as he tastes the one thing he loves most.
You.
Your eyes bounce down to his jeans, watching as he undoes them and pushes them down. He leans forward, one hand by your head as he uses the other to guide himself in to you.
He groans, reaching up to cup your cheek as he thrusts into you fully, “always so fuckin’ tight ‘round me.” He presses his lips against yours, “M’gonna fill you full.”
He pulls out, and you barely have any time to register before he thrusts into you, hard.
You gasp, moaning out loudly as you cling to him, “F-fuck!”
His thrusts stay rough, jolting your body each time his body meets yours, “wanna fuckin’ take out anyone who looks at ya.” You nod, “I- yes, yes.”
“You’d look so beautiful pregnant with my baby.”
His words urge you closer and closer into letting that happen, “Keep going.” You pant, “S’hot when you talk like that.”
A smirk spreads onto his lips, “M’gonna fuck ya till everyone knows yer’mine, darlin’.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, “Fill ya full, have ya walk ‘round with me for days inside’ya.”
“Please, please.” You whine, “Need you, all’a you.” You pull him back in, roughly moving your lips with his, “M’fuck.” You throw your head back, whining loudly as he pushes you over the edge once more, “D-don’t st-“
Your words are cut short by his hand squeezing your neck. A small squeak sounds as he squeezes tighter, “Don’t worry, baby. Promise m’not stoppin’.”
Your eyes roll back as pleasure takes over your whole body. Your thighs twitching around his hips as he keeps his promise, groaning loudly, “Hate seein’ people touch ya.” He leans in, pressing kisses to your face, “Lookin’ at ya. Fuck, even talkin’ to ya.”
You cling to him tighter, whimpering out as his grip on your throat releases, “I- oh fuck!” You whine, “Yours, m’yours, baby.” You connect your lips to his, “I love you.”
“I love you.” He grunts, “Fuck. Almost done, baby. Jus’ little bit more.” He rests his forehead against yours, his hand sliding down to grip onto your thigh, “Feels so fuckin’ good..” he crashes his lips onto yours, moaning against them lowly as his cock twitches inside of you, filling you - just like he said he was going to.
Your legs relax, falling outward as he slowly pulls out.
He lays next to you, stretching his arm out and you roll over to lay with him, “You do know that I only have my eyes on you, right?” You tilt your head back to look up at him and he nods, “Yeah, I know.” He brushes hair from his face, “Seein’ y’laugh with him jus’made me all..”
“Jealous?”
He laughs, “Yeah, we can go w’that.” He presses his lips to your forehead, “was serious about the whole puttin’ a baby in ya, too.”
You smirk, “Yeah, kinda caught onto that.” You lay your arm over him, your thumb gently stroking his side, “I think you’d be a very good dad.”
It’s been one thing after another today, and you were in no mood for any of it. Stuff keeps breaking. People keep coming up to talk, and the worst part of it all, was that you were on your period and your cramps were killing you.
After working for a few hours or trying to repair the one wall, you finally had time to just sit down.
As you’re sat on the steps, you see Spencer walking up to you, but you don’t acknowledge him. He got on your nerves, thinking he was better than anyone.
“Hey, y/n.”
You pay no attention, continuing to clean and sharpen the knives that are sitting beside you.
He clears his throat, “Y/n.”
“What do you want?” You mumble, not looking up. He takes a deep breath, “Do you mind if I sit?”
“I do, actually.” You lay the freshly sharpened knife on the step next to you, “What do you want?”
He furrows his brows, “I came to see if you were okay, and clearly, you’re not.” He steps forward, “Care to talk about what bothering you?” You stare at him, taking a deep breath. Your eyes move to Daryl who’s watching the interaction unfold across the way.
You shake your head slightly and he nods, not taking his eyes off of you.
“I’m fine.” You look down, grabbing another dirty knife, “just not in the mood for anyone’s company.”
“Thought maybe I could change that.”
“No.” You snap, “Look, Spencer. I’m trying to be nice.” You look up, “I don’t want you to stand here and keep talking to me. I’ve had enough of that already today.”
“Why do you do that?”
You scoff, your irritation growing more by the second, “I don’t do anything, so stop trying to make me out to be someone that I’m not. I’m just not in the mood for anyone or anything else to go wrong today.”
“Who said that we’ll go wrong?” He chuckles, “I think you’re too pretty to be stressed out like this.”
You clench your jaw, tilting your head back, “I’m going to give you three seconds to just walk away.” You look at him, “One.”
“I’m not a toddler, y/n. You can’t just-“
“Two.”
“Seriously?” He tilts his head, “C’mon, just tryin to make sure that you’re okay. On your game.”
“One.” You stand up, “go away.” You see Daryl move to walk down the steps, slowly making his way towards you. Spencer looks around, scoffing when he sees Daryl coming over, “You’re really going to have your guard dog come and scare me off?”
He looks back over at you, “I’m not afraid of him.”
You shrug, “No one said you had to be.”
Spencer takes another step towards you, “Look all I’m trying to do is make sure you’re okay.” He laughs, “There isn’t any reason you need to be a bitch to me.”
You clench your jaw, “What did you just call me?”
“I said there wasn’t any reason for you to be a bitch-“
You cut him off with a punch, “Stay the hell away from me, Spencer.” You turn around, grabbing the knives, “And learn to take a fucking hint.” You walk into your house, slamming the door behind you.
You walk over to the kitchen, setting the knives on the counter. You stare at them for a few seconds before deciding to go upstairs. You had a little bit yet before you had to take another shift at the wall, so you decided to lay down.
As you crawl into bed after taking your boots off, you hear your front door click shut.
You already knew who it was, so you didn’t bother getting back out of bed. There’s a soft knock on your bedroom door and it slowly opens, “Y’okay?”
“Yeah, is he?” You look over at Daryl and he smirks, “Think y’might a’broke his nose.”
“Good.” You go to roll back over and Daryl pushes the door open more, “What’s goin’ on? You’ve been pissy all day.”
You laugh slightly, “It’s nothing, Daryl.”
“It’s somethin’.”
You take a deep breath and look over at him, “I’m in no mood for anything today. I’m on my period, and my cramps, I swear, are slowly trying to kill me, and Spencer just pushed me over the edge.”
He nods, “Ah, a’right.” He looks around, tapping the wall with his fingers, “Y’need anythin’?”
You shake your head, “M’fine. Just need to rest before I go back out and work on the wall.” He nods, “If ya do, just gimme a holler.” As he goes to leave, you sit up, “Wait. There is one thing.”
“Was’that, darlin’?” He turns to look at you and you purse your lips, “Can you lay with me for a little bit?”
He stares at you before nodding, “Yeah, yeah, I can do that.” He walks in, closing the door behind him. You watch as he takes off his bow, leaning it up against the wall. He walks over, sitting down to lay back. He extends his arm out, allowing you to snuggle up into his side.
He rests his chin on your head, taking a deep breath as his fingers gently drag over your shoulder, “Think Spencer will take’a hint from now on?” He chuckles and you laugh, “I doubt it.”
After laying with him for a little bit, you go to get up and he stops you, “Where ya goin’?”
You look at him, “I have to go back and help with the wall.”
He shakes his head, “Nah, I got it covered for you.” He nods to the bed, “You jus’stay here, I’ll be back over later.”
“You don’t have to do that, Daryl.” You shake your head, “I can manage.” He nods, “I know that, but y’looked like you’ve been in pain all day. Jus’stay here.”
You knew there wasn’t a point in arguing, so you obliged with a smirk, “Yes, sir.” You lay back down as he stands up. He leans back down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll be back later, a’right.”
The way carol’s words rolled off her tongue made you stifle back a giggle. Daryl glances over at you, “Wha’so funny?”
You shake your head, “Nothing, I wasn’t laughing.”
He scoffs, shaking his head as he continues working on his crossbow. Carol looks at you and you nod. She walks away and you stand up, “Hey.”
Daryl continues to ignore you.
“Daryl.”
Nothing.
“Daryl Dixon.” You lay your hand over where he’s working and he sighs, looking up at you, “What?” You nod towards the house, “C’mon.” He stares at you, “Y’can’t be serious, gonna treat me like a dog now?”
He tries to push your hand off, but you hold onto it, “Please.” You tilt your head, batting your lashes at him and he chuckles, “Y’think jus’cause you bat those eyelashes at me, I’ll do whatever y’want?”
“Hasn’t not worked before.” You smirk, “m’not treating you like a dog.” You lean in, whispering in his ear, “wanna shower with you.”
He turns his head, “Why?“
“Do you want to play twenty questions, Dixon? Or do you want to see me naked, and clean?”
He tilts his head, his brows flicking upward, “Can I do this first?” He nods to his bow and you furrow your brows, “Can it wait? Because I can’t.”
He licks his lips, “A’right.” He stands up, following you into the house. You make your way upstairs, looking around for the bathroom. Once you find it, you go in, turning around to make sure Daryl comes in after you.
He pushes the door closed and flips the lock. His eyes scan around the brand new looking bathroom, “Huh, never thought I’d see one’a these again.”
You pull your shirt up over your head, dropping it to the floor and Daryl’s eyes fixate on your chest.
“Lots more where that came from.” You tease as you turn around, reaching in to turn the shower on. You keep your hand under the water, feeling it go from cold to hot, “oh my god, Daryl. Hot water.”
You reach out for his hand but all he can focus on is that you’re topless in front of him. He’ll let you do anything.
He nods, “Yeah, hot water.”
You smirk, shaking your head as you kick off your shoes, bending down to take off your socks before removing your bottoms. You step in, leaning out to motion for Daryl, “C’mon, before there isn’t any left.”
He nods, slowly moving his hands up to pull off his shirt. Your eyes scan up his torso, smiling as your eyes meet his. You close the door, submerging yourself within the stream of a blessing.
You slide your hands down over your hair, stepping back when you hear the door slide open. You give him a small smile, reaching out for him. He takes your hand, pushing the door closed with his other.
He pulls you to him, and his lips were on yours.
Water runs down over the both of you as your lips move in sync. You slide hour hands up, pushing his wet hair out of his face. You reach around, grabbing some shampoo and squeezing it into your hand.
You lather it into his hair, watching as his eyes close as you work your fingers against his scalp, “See, relaxing, right?”
He nods, “Yeah, sure.”
You laugh slightly, reaching around to grab soap. You work the soap over his shoulders, then his chest. You motion for him to turn around, and he complies. You work it all over his back, leaning in to wrap your arms around his waist. He lays his hands on yours, spinning around to rinse off his back. He tilts his head back, rinsing out the shampoo and then he starts to wash your hair.
The longer he’s in there with you, the more a smile on his face builds up.
He works his hands down over your shoulders, glancing up at you before he gets to your chest. You give him a nod, biting your lip as his hands work over your boobs.
You move into the water, looking up at him as you rinse off. He watches as you close your eyes, hands working through your hair to get all the shampoo out. He couldn’t help but slide his hands over your hips and moving closer to you, “I want you.”
You move out from under the water, your hands sliding up to his shoulders, “I want you.” You lean up, pulling him down into a kiss. He bends down, lifting you up and he presses your back to the shower wall.
You let out a slight gasp as you feel him slip into you. He lowers you down a little, groaning deep as you take in more of him, “Fuck.”
You tilt your head back, resting it against the wall as you gasp out, moans flowing from your lips as his thrusts start slow.
“Y’sound so pretty.” Daryl whispers, his hand moving to press against the wall, “Feel so good, too.”
You nod, “Makin’ me feel good.” You look down at him, leaning in to kiss him. He slides a hand up to your cheek, groaning against your lips. You whimper as your hand slides up to tangle his hair around your fingers, “You always make me feel so good.”
You tighten your legs around his waist, back arching away from the wall as his thrusts pick up. He slides his hand down to your ass, gripping as he kisses down your neck, “Yer’so beautiful.” He makes his way back up to your lips, “My beautiful girl.”
You smile, “Yours, baby.” Your lips part, allowing moans to flow through. Your walls tighten around him, “Fuck. Fuck, yes.” You crash your lips onto his, “Fuck, I’m almost there.”
It’s rare that you and Daryl get alone time. When you do, it’s when you’re both so tired and you end up falling asleep before anyone can make a move. It didn’t take much to get you to the edge of full bodied pleasure.
“C’mon, darlin’.. you can do it.” He urges gently, groans slipping from his lips as he feels you squeeze his cock again. Your thighs twitch around his waist, moan after moan leaving your lips as he guides you through your high.
He buries his face into your neck, moaning lowly, “Fuck, that’s it.” He presses a few open mouthed kisses across your skin, “M’right there with ya, baby.”
“Come for me.” You whisper, “Fuck, baby. I need it.”
His thrusts pick up more, causing your moans and begs to grow louder, “Fuck, yes. Yes. Don’t stop.” You slide your hand to his cheek, pressing your lips to his as you feel him twitch inside of you, “I love you.”
He rests his forehead against yours, “I love you.” He lifts you up more, pulling out before setting you down on your feet, “Think we been in here long enough?” He asks with a slight chuckle, and you nod, “Yeah, m’sure someone else needs to go.”
You rinse off, along with him, and shut the water off.
He hands you a towel and you wrap it around your body. You watch as he wraps it around his waist and you tilt your head, “if Carol asks, I’m tellin’ her I took you out back and hosed you off with the garden hose.”
He gives you a funny look, like why are you my space, kinda look. You ignore it, “I don’t think we should be here.” He looks at you more, “What do y’mean?”
You shrug, “I don’t- this place doesn’t feel safe. There’s something off about that Dr. Jenner dude.”
“Wait n’see what Rick says.” He mumbles, looking back towards Rick, “M’sure he’ll be a’right.” You shake your head, wrapping your arms around yourself, the eerie feeling growing harder to get rid of.
Your eyes focus on the screen, watching the lights flicker within the brain of the scan. You feel like you could puke. After a little bit, a loud alarm starts buzzing.
Everyone starts questioning what it is.
You look at Daryl and he tilts his head, “Maybe y’were right.” He reaches out, pulling you to him. The screen lights up with a red box and numbers, a voice counting down booms through the room, “thirty minutes ‘til decontamination.”
Everyone starts panicking. You hold onto Daryl’s arm and he looks at the doctor.
“What’s going on here doc?”
“Yall heard Rick, get yer’stuff and let’s go. Go now!” Shane yells. Daryl pulls you with him towards the exit, his hand tightening on yours. The door closes and you stop, spinning around to look for another way out.
“Did you just lock us in?” Glenn asks scared.
You start to breathe faster, but Daryl shakes his head, “Don’do that, calm down. We’ll get outta here, just- hold on.”
He gets more agitated, letting you go to go after the doctor, “You son of a bitch. You locked us in here!”
You and Shane go after Daryl, keeping him away from the doctor. You grab his arm, “No, no, no.” Shane pulls him back, and you step in front of him, “Stop, stop. That’s not gonna help.”
He looks down at you, huffing as he glances up at the doctor.
After a little bit of freaking out and the doctor losing his shit, Shane cocks a gun, aiming it at Jenner. You stand closer to Daryl and he wraps his arm around you.
Shane fires the gun repeatedly and you grip onto Daryl’s shirt, “Oh my god, I want out.”
He nods, “I know, we all do. Jus’relax, okay.”
Jenner moves to a key pad, and as soon as the door is open, Daryl pulls you to where the weapons are, and you book it with him.
He glances back every so often to make sure you’re still with him, “C’mon, girl. We gotta go.” You huff, following him ho the steps, “I’m goin’ as fast as I can, Daryl.”
You make your way to the doors, and nothing is working. He runs over, hacking at the windows with Rick. Nothing works until Carol pulls out a grenade.
Daryl grabs you, pulling you with him. He gets you down onto the floor, his arm around you as you use your hands to cover your ear, “Fuck, fuck.”
As it goes off, he holds you tighter, looking up as the glass shatters and he nudges you, “C’mon. C’mon.” You stand up, running out of the now broken window. Your heart was racing, you’ve never been this scared before. Even though Daryl wasn’t really a comfort kind of person, you somehow managed to feel safer with him by your side, at least.. a little bit.
You run out over the yard towards the vehicles. Shane, Rick, and, Daryl taking out walkers as you all hustle.
He reaches back for your hand, pulling you up to him, “c’mon.” He opens the truck door, pushing you in, “In, in, in.” You climb in, Daryl following you in and he lays his body on yours, “Stay down.”
You listen to the explosion of the building, closing your eyes as you try to control your breathing.
He sits up slowly, eyes on the building, “Y’okay?”
You nod, sitting up, “Mhm.” You mumble, “Thank you.”
“Yeah, don’t mention it.” He clears his throat, “Don’t expect it again.” You roll your eyes, “Asshole.” You look over at him and he gives you a slight smirk, shaking his head as he looks back at the burning building, “Fuck.”
You move away from him as he starts to drive, following the other vehicles. After a while, you come to a stop. Daryl ditches his truck and gets his bike from the back, “Get on and hang on.”
You swing your leg over the bike, adjusting your sitting position. You slide your arms around his torso and rest your chin on his shoulder, and that was a very scary, yet beautiful start to yours and Daryl’s relationship.
You show up to Daryl’s house after getting hurt on a run
You limped your way through the gate, shooting down everyone asks about you being alright.
“Yeah I just hurt my knee, gotta go rest it.”
“Rolled my ankle, I’m fine.”
It was always something different, but never the actual reason. You made your way to Daryl’s front door, knocking on it. Dogs bark alerts from inside and a few seconds later, the door swings open.
“Hey.”
“I need your help.”
He moves aside, allowing you to come in. Dog jumps up, earning a whimper from your lips and Daryl snaps, “Dog. Down.”
You turn around and Daryl’s eyes are moving up and down your body, “Please tell me that ain’t yer’blood.”
You force a small smile, laughing slightly as you raise your shirt, “I took a tumble, dealing with some walkers..” you turn and Daryl moves closer to you, “Looks like ya did more than that. Ya ain’t bit are ya?” His hand moves your shirt up more, slow and gentle.
You shake your head, “No, I’m not. I just fell on some rocks after taking down two of them.”
“Goddamn. A’right, hold on.”
You move to sit on the couch, wincing and groaning lowly as you do. Dog comes and sits between your knees, tilting his head back indicating he wants scratches. You laugh slightly, “Hi, boy.”
“A’right.” Daryl walks around and sits down behind you, “Can ya take that off?”
You nod, sliding your bag off of your shoulder and reaching for your shirt. You gasp, pausing as you tilt your head, “Shit.”
Daryl lays his hand on your not injured side, “Here. I’ll just cut it. Y’don’t like this shirt do ya?”
“Don’t make me laugh.” You sigh, “It hurts.”
“M’serious.” He mumbles, “M’gonna cut it.”
You hold still as he pushes the blade through the thin fabric, his knives were always sharp so it cut through easy, “There.” He pushes the split fabric open, “This is gonna hurt, M’sorry.”
You take a deep breath, trying to brace yourself, but that didn’t work. You grip the back of the couch, pushing your forehead against your bicep as you breathe through the pain, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“I know. I know.” He grips your shoulder with his free hand, dabbing off the blood with the cloth, “M’sorry, darlin’.” He rubs his thumb over your shoulder, “Almost done. Are ya hurt anywhere else?”
“My hip, but I think that’s just bruised.”
“Let me see.” He leans back, tossing the dirty cloth onto the coffee table. He helps you stand up and you undo your belt and jeans, pushing them down slightly, “How bad is it?”
“It ain’t good.” He shakes his head, “But jus’as y’said. It’s bruised.” He helps you sit back down, “I need t’clean that one more time, then I’ll bandage it up.”
You nod, “Go for it.” You grip the back of the couch, your other hand gripping your knee. The stinging pain returns and you let out a whine, arching your back away from him, “Sorry. Sorry.”
“I know it hurts. S’okay.” He holds your shoulder with his hand, “M’gonna patch ya up now.” He grabs gauze and the roll of medical tape, ripping some off with his teeth, “I’ll go get ya a shirt, you can sleep here t’night. Wanna make sure yer’good.”
You nod, biting your lip as he gently rubs his fingers over the tape, “A’right. Good?”
“I think so.” You nod, smiling as Dog comes back over.
“Be right back.” Daryl gets up and makes his way upstairs. You pat the couch for dog to come up and he jumps up, resting his head in your lap. Your fingers gently drag over his fur.
Daryl comes back down and stops when he sees the scene in front of him, “That dog loves you.”
“You seem jealous.” You tease and Daryl scoffs, “Nah, I ain’t jealous over no dog.” Dog perks his head up and looks at Daryl. You laugh, pointing at the animal, “He thinks different.”
“Fine, you can sleep down here with him then.”
“Now wait a minute.” You hold a finger up and Daryl tosses the shirt at you, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He smirks and reaches down to scratch Dog’s head. You go to stand up and Daryl moves around, helping you, “easy.”
“I’m good.” You nod, “Can you cut this the rest of the way, please?”
He nods, pulling out his knife. He grips the fabric and slices through it, “I’ll.. be upstairs.” He turns walking towards the steps, whistling, “Dog. Come on.”
You smirk as dog jumps down, running up the steps.
You pull the fabric of your shirt down, dropping it to the floor by your bag. You slip on Daryl’s shirt and kick off your shoes as you undo your jeans. They join the pile of your stuff and you walk over to the kitchen, washing up quick before making your way upstairs.
You walk into Daryl’s room, smirking as you see him lying there shirtless in bed, dog’s head resting on his chest, “Hey. Buddy. Make room.” Dog perks up, moving to the end of the bed and you crawl into bed, laying next to Daryl.
“C’mere boy.” You make a kissing sound with your lips and dog comes and lays next to you, Daryl on your other side.
“You and that damn Dog.” Daryl grumbles with a laugh, “I think you like him more than ya like me.”
“Not possible. He couldn’t have helped me like you did tonight, speaking of.” You turn your head, “Thank you for that, by the way.” He nods, “Not a problem.” He leans in pressing a kiss to your head, “just means ya owe me one.”
Daryl - *shakes his head* “Nah. I said m’not doin’ that.”
Sebastian - “Don’t you want to be able to support that fiancé of yours?”
Daryl - *stops and looks at him* “What’d y’jus say?”
Sebastian - “Yeah, yeah, uh, y/n, right? That’s her name?”
Daryl - *reaches down and pulls his knife out, grabbing and pressing it to Sebastian’s neck*
Sebastian - *grabbing Daryl’s arm* “Whoa, whoa, okay. Easy. Easy.”
Daryl - “Don’t you say her fuckin’ name, don’even look at her. If you as ever so much as breathe the same air ‘round her, I’ll fuckin’ kill ya. We clear?”
⭒ Things I can literally picture Daryl doing [with the scenario(s) to prove my reasoning] - set in Alexandria
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⭒ Daryl would always make sure you are okay first
Once the dusts of the fight settled, Daryl looked for you, getting to you a quick as he can, “Y’okay? Hey, look at me.” He lifts your face to him, his hands running down checking for any bullet wounds.” You grab his hands, “Daryl, Daryl. I’m fine. I’m good.” You nod, “I’m good.” His eyes search your face, nodding as he reaches out to gently pinch your chin, “A’right.”
⭒ Pinching your chin would be something that Daryl would do all the time
When you first wake up and roll over, his fingers find their way to your chin. He gives you a gruff, “Mornin’” before planting his lips on yours. When you get ready to go out on a run without him, he’ll pinch your chin, thumb rubbing over it gently, “good luck, be safe.” He nods, “Y’hear me?” When you nod, he smirks, “A’right. Give’em hell.” He’d do it even if you’re just sitting around, hanging out. He would admire how someone like you could love someone like him. Oh, and he would always do it when he kisses your forehead.
⭒ Daryl would fully allow all hell to break loose if something happened to you
If word got out that you got hurt, he would be the first one to you, asking you what happened. Who did this to you. He would blame everyone for not keeping you safe. He would get in their faces, yelling and bitching. If word got out that you were captured, Daryl would leave right then and there, with or without anyone, and he wouldn’t stop until he found you. If someone wouldn’t tell him anything, he’d didn’t care about their life. He only cared about yours in that moment.
⭒ Daryl would always make a comment about Dog potentially liking you more than him
Dog took a liking to you right away, and ever since then, it seemed like Daryl had some sort of jealousy towards it, but he covered it up with humor, mumbling something along the lines of, “The hell, m’the one who rescued ya, not her” or “yeah, I like her better than you, too” you would always laugh, joking back by telling him to “be nice” and he would scoff with a half smirk while shaking his head, silently loving how you shower Dog in love.
⭒ Daryl would let you handle your own battles within the community, but the minute someone turns disrespectful towards you, that’s when he steps in
He would keep a fair enough distance while still listening in. He would smirk when you would bring out the attitude, glancing over to watch you stand your ground. He loved when you put people in their place, he found it attractive that you could hold your own, “I don’t give a fuck what Rick said, if he has a problem with it, he can come talk to me like a big boy..“ the guy speaks up, “Rick has bigger things to deal with right now, and your bitchy ass isn’t at the top of his list.” Daryl immediately stands up and starts walking over. You watch the guys face change as he steps back. Daryl walks up, “Don’t talk t’her like that.” He nods, “Go get Rick, tell’em I need to talk to him.”
⭒ Daryl would absolutely stay awake after you’ve fallen asleep, just holding you and taking in the moment
As you’re asleep, cuddled up against Daryl’s chest, he was awake. His hand gently running up and down your back as his other rests on your shoulder. He would listen to your breathing, taking in the smell of your shampoo, because it was a rare smell to have nowadays. He would just take it all in, enjoy every minute of you being there with him. Every time you moved or made a noise, he would look down, making sure you were alright. He was partly scared to have someone so close to him, knowing that it could all disappear in a split second, but that makes him even more grateful. Out of everyone, you picked him. He didn’t know why, but what he did know, is that he would do anything for you.
⭒ When he’s out on a run, if he sees something that he thinks you’d like, he’ll pick it up for you
You made your way towards the gate as you heard it being opened. You smile as you heard the rev of his motorcycle growing louder the closer it got. As soon as he stops and turns off his bike, he gets off, walking up to you. He would try to be nonchalant about it, but once he seen how much you light up when he gives you gifts, he can’t help but turn into a bashful idiot himself. He was already fighting back a smile as he handed you the necklace, “S’not much, but.. here y’go, darlin’.” You smirked as you took it, examining the small jewel in your hand before looking up at him, “God, I love you more and more, Daryl Dixon.” You lean in, pecking his lips and he bats the air, “Yeah, well. I love you, too.”
⭒ Daryl would definitely check your weapons and make sure they’re good before you even thought about going out
You would come downstairs to see Daryl sitting on the couch, your knife in his hand. You would walk up to him, leaning over, “Whatcha doin’?” He would shake his head slightly, “Jus’checkin’ out your weapons, makin’ sure they’re good.” He would spin the blade, “Ya sharpen these recently?” He looks over as you sit down and you nod, “Last night.” He smirks, nodding as he leans forward to set the knife on the table, “That’s good.” You lean over to him, informing him that he doesn’t always need to worry about you, but he brushes it off, “Can’t help it, jus’love ya, too much.”
I can’t think of anymore but if I do, I’ll make a new post.
It was a hot day, so you cut your jeans into shorts
“Aw fuck.” You huffed as you tossed the knife down onto the bunk. Beth peaks her head in, “You alright, y/n?” You look up her, “what? Oh.. yeah.” You slap your hand down onto the jeans in your lap as you look down, “I think I cut my jeans too short.”
You look back up at Beth, “Y’don’t happen to have a sewing kit on ya, do ya?” You laugh slightly as she shakes her head, a smile on her lips, “If I did, I’d help.”
“S’okay.” You stand up, “Wouldn’t have time to sew them anyway. Group’ll be back any minute. I gotta go on a run.”
She nods, turning to walk away and you kick off your sweated jeans before pulling the cut ones up your legs. Your eyes close as you feel the cooler breeze on your legs, it was instant relief. It was a little too much, but not being restrained felt so good.
Beth walks by again, stopping when she sees you, “Whoa.” She raises her brows, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in shorts before.”
“I can’t remember the last time I did wear shorts.” You laugh, turning to pack your jeans into your backpack, “Are they back yet?”
She nods, her eyes moving down to your knees.
“Girl, are you judging my hairy legs? It’s not easy to find a razor around here.” You fight back laughter as she shakes her head, “Hairy or not, you have nice legs. I’m sure Daryl’s eyes will pop out of his head when he sees you all daisy duke, lookin’.”
“Are they really that short?” You look down and she sighs, “Not at all, if you’re asking me, which.. you are.. I’d say they’re just the right length, not too short, not too long. Just right.”
“Well, that’s good.” You laugh, “Alright, I’ll be back. I’m going to check that old infirmary building to see if they have any left over medical supplies.”
You make your way outside and Michonne is the first to whistle, Maggie following.
“Look at that. She has legs.” Michonne jokes, “And nice ones at that.” She walks up to you, “Mm, mm. Who knew.” You jokingly push her away, “Bye.” She laughs as she walks away and you head the familiar rev of the motorcycle growing closer.
You turn around, watching as a smirk grows big on Daryl’s lips. You walk up to him, stopping as he stops his bike.
“Hell, girl. Look at them legs.” He leans over, eyes trailing up and down with a whistle, “What made y’do that?” You point, “The sun. It’s fuckin’ hot, Daryl.” You look over at Maggie and she nods, “Ready?”
Daryl looks from her to you, “Where ya goin’?”
You motion to the gate, “Just to the infirmary building.” He shakes his head, “Nah, m’comin’ with if y’dressed like that.”
Just thinking about Daryl going feral when you get taken by an enemy group
“Where is she?” He growls as he sees everyone but you walking through the gate, “m’not gonna ask ya again.”
Rick lets out a defeated sigh, “They-they took her, but if we can-“ Daryl shoves past him, walking towards the closing gate, “Open it.”
“Daryl. We can’t just-“
Daryl shoves Rick backwards, “Nah, don’t tell me there ain’t shit we can do, m’goin’ after’er.” He turns, walking out of the gate. Rick and a small group follow behind him, guiding him to where you were picked up at. He tracks you, all the way to an abandoned house.
Him and the group, mostly him, work to take down each asshole within the flimsy walls. He doesn’t make it easy, he hurts them enough to make them die a slow, painful death.
“Where’s the girl?!” He yells, slamming the body up against the wall, “Huh? Tell me where the fuck she is, right now!” He pushes his knife into his neck, “Ain’t gonna ask y’again.”
“S-she’s in-“ he swallows, “She’s in the basement.”
He plunges the knife into the guy’s neck, quickly making his way downstairs. One guy draws his gun while the other comes at him. Daryl takes him down with ease, using the guys gun to shoot the other.
He rushes over to you, “I got’cha, hmm. I got ya.” He unties your wrist and you fall into him, sniffling as your hands grab onto his vest. His holds you tight, running his hand over your hair, “S’alright, darlin’, m’here.”
Rick comes down the steps as Daryl brings you to your feet. He leads you towards the stairs, stopping at Rick, “Don’t ever tell me there ain’t shit we can’t do.”
Just thinking about Daryl would react after not seeing you for more than a week.
You were at Oceanside, helping train a few of the new and upcoming fighters. Daryl was back home at Alexandria, and it’s been almost a week since you’ve seen each other.
“That’s right, step back, find your footing, and stab.” You say before demonstrating, “Now sometimes, you’re not going to have that time to get your footing, so another key thing to remember is to always, always have as good of a grip on your knife as you can.”
You hold out your hand, “You’re going to want to place it into your hand like so, the longer you use it, the more comfort you’ll find in it.”
“Hey, y/n.” One of the girls point, “Isn’t that Daryl?”
You turn your head, a smile spreading over your face as you see him walking across the beach, lifting his hand to wave to you, “Perfect, everyone take a break, we’ll get back to it in a little bit.”
You tuck your knife back into the holder before starting your trek down over the bank.
You run towards him, and he holds his arm out, “C’mere.” He groans as you jump into his arms, “There’s my girl.” He wraps his arms around you as tight as yours are around him, “You missed me that bad, huh?”
“Six days is far, too long.” You lean back, pressing your lips to his, “I thought you were coming tomorrow or whatever?” He shrugs, still holding you in his arms, “We got done early, figured I’d come by and watch you in action.”
You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Fuck, I’ve never been so happy to see anyone in my life.”
“Yeah, tell me’bout it.” He rubs your back, “Dog misses you too. Slept in your spot every damn night.”
“Awe.” You pout, “I miss him.”
“We’ll get’cha back home soon enough.” He leans in to kiss your head, “What are ya teachin’em today?” You look up at him, “Knife skills.”
“You’re good with a knife.” He flicks his brows up and you laugh, “Saved your ass a few times with one didn’t I?” He sighs, “Hey now, no need to bring that up, alright, I just got here.” He slides his hand down, tucking it into your back pocket and squeezing, “Now get your ass back to work.”
You walk up to Daryl who’s sitting on his porch, lit cigarette between his lips, “Same shit, different year, right?” Daryl lets out a chuckle, nodding his head as he looks away from you, “Sounds about right.”
You walk forward, turning to face him as you lean on the banister, “Do you think things will ever get better?”
Daryl scoffs, pulling the stick from between his lips, “Nah, there’s always some dumb asshole who gets bit and turns.” You laugh slightly, “Yeah, you’re right.” You let out a sigh, looking around, “Carol is having a dinner tonight to celebrate another year of surviving, I guess. Are you going?”
He shakes his head, “Probably not.”
“Oh.” You purse your lips, “Yeah, me either.”
He looks up at you, “Do you want to go?” You shrug, “Not sure.” He nods, “Mm, okay. Sounds like y’do.” You roll your eyes, “The only reason I was gonna go is if you were going.”
He smirks, shaking his head, “really?” You nod, “Really.” He stands up, “Tell ya what, you sneak some food and meet me back here, we can have our own little survival celebration.” He places his unfinished cigarette between your lips, “Deal?”
You take a drag, nodding as you blow out the smoke, “Yes, Mr. Dixon, we have a deal.”
