Daryl Dixon x Reader | Pt.2
Requested by anon. Delete this if it doesn't do anything for ya, but what about (were!??)Daryl coming to terms with the way he feels about a reader who's too soft and sweet? Walkers or no, he's head over heels but feels bad about it because damn if it doesn't feel like he'll get you dirty just by touching you. (But then he sees that you're stronger than he gave you credit for--or maybe you're even the same kind of "monster" that he is?!)
Ever since the prison you and Carol had been close friends. You were a Woodbury resident the group had saved and instantly became friends with her as you claimed your place in the makeshift kitchen.
Being there with her had you meeting Daryl fairly soon, and oftentimes more than once a day.
Seeing him reminded you of the time before you had arrived at Woodbury. Your group living in the woods, surviving off hunted down animals and other food stolen from anywhere you could get it.
It wasn’t until you were safe behind the walls you had become the proper citizen you were seen as today, in your neat outfits that even though they were made up of patched up and old pieces, still looked like they used to come from an expensive boutique.
Daryl noticed this about you. First thinking lowly of you, thinking you had never even seen a walker up close and managed to be walled off since day one.
The way you made sure to put your hair up in a nice do and seemed to always be clean made you an easy target to focus on so he was almost always staring at you when you were around. But after a while the reasoning for the stares changed. The way you walked, talked and even the way your scent seemed to make his inner beast howl.
Your interactions with the others never went unnoticed either. The way you handled the younger children with the sweetest smiles and softest touches. The delicacy of your medical practices or the focus with which you prepared the food he hunts and brings you. His hunts went from providing food for the community to hunting for animals to skin and gut so he has meat to bring to you. Often using his animalistic side to bring back a larger amount in the hopes of impressing you.
He'd usually retreat to get some rest after his trips, but ever since you joined Carol's side in your makeshift kitchen he'd been sticking around to watch you cook and smoke his cigarettes. And then of course make sure to not smoke anywhere too close to you because you probably disliked his dirty habits.
It wasn't long until Carol picked up on her best friend's actions and told him to quit worrying and shoot his shot.
He obviously didn't listen and scoffed at her assumption. "Yer crazy, woman." He'd said. "Tha' soft 'n sweet thing aint' fer me."
Where Carol heard it as Daryl not being interested in such a neat lady, he had really meant it in a much different way.
He'd kill to spend the day with you out in his bike, riding and scavenging. Showing you his entire self. That same self that had Carol deathly afraid of him for over a week before she finally dared to speak to him gain..
But also, you'd never be even remotely interested in his dirty old bike and his always wounded hands, his messy clothes and looks. He almost wanted to clean up and change himself for you but then he'd be lying to not only you but also himself.
He kept eyeing you from the sidelines when you weren't looking, and with that never noticing you were doing the exact same thing to him. He loved bringing you the hunted ingredients as Carol collected home grown foods from Rick down in the field. Assisting in heavy lifting whenever he was near. He spent his time around you mirroring your kindness since he realized it made him feel good as well to help beyond just using his skills for hunting.
But of course everything had to go to shit again.
The prison fell, everyone split and you founds yourself in the surrounding woods with Beth and Daryl.
When the search for booze finally ended in an old shoddy place stacked with moonshine, Daryl learned you had a fairly high tolerance for the stuff as you happily kept playing round after round of Beth's dumb game well after Daryl had quit. He wasn't in the mood to show you he couldn't get drunk at all off this homemade booze no matter how much he'd chug and make you think he used to be a drunk in the old world.
He also learned you weren't too bothered by getting dirty in the woods.
And of course as soon as he thought those specific words he pictured a different kind of 'getting dirty' in the woods. Specifically getting dirty with his other half, who was big and strong enough to protect her while he made her feel good.
But no, you were friends and survival partners, in search of other surviving members of your group. Plus you were a soft human lady who would probably pass out if you saw him for the gross redneck monster he really was.
You ended up living in a surprisingly well-kept funeral home for a couple of days, getting scared by a dog once, and then twice as walkers suddenly roamed the house. You went to grab a weapon as you shouted for Beth to escape and soon following with Daryl right behind you.
But you weren't quick enough as you both watched the car that took Beth drive off.
Daryl took a full sprint following after it as you grabbed the bag and barely made it out of the street as you had lost track of not only the car but also Daryl.
And no way of turning back to the house as it was now filled with Walkers..
So you traveled alone for a while, being thankful for Beth's dropped bag that held mostly food.
You traveled along the tracks for a while, hoping others had the same idea but never finding anyone until you eventually after god knows how many days you ran into Rick, Michonne and Carl when you all responded to the same cry for help.
Seeing their familiar faces, together and alive had you cry out in happiness, crashing your entire body into Michonne's and holding on for as long as you could.
Rick immediately went back into cop-mode, seeing you all alone.
"Beth, taken.." a deep breath between words was needed to make yourself understandable. "Daryl ran after her.. couldn't keep up.."
Michonne rubbed your back as Carl came go hug you as well.
You traveled with them and settled on an abandoned car as your place to rest for the night. But rest wouldn't come tonight as a group of men surrounded you and quickly overpowered you all.
You and Carl were tucked away in the car as you awoke to a man's loud voice.
Surrounding you were multiple armed men, their leader counting down as he held a gun to Rick's head but stopping as a familiar voice rang through the midnight air.
'Daryl!' You recognized him in a second but didn't dare to call out for him as one of the men stood outside your window with a knife on display, waiting to strike.
You watched the scene in front of you, not clearly hearing due to you being inside of the closed off car.
Your daggers still rested uncomfortably against your hips, just like Daryl showed you how to wear them as he gave you and Beth quick hunting lessons.
You watched as they spoke, moving as undetected as possible to ready your daggers any time the man at your window looked away and opening the snaps that held them inside their holsters.
Daryl was now right in your view, dropping his crossbow and widening his stance and opening his arms.
You just stared though the window, confused with the whole ordeal as everyone was now very focused on the two men in the centre of the group.
Then a gun was moved from the side of Rick's head to now hold Daryl as its target..
Without a single second to rethink your plan you had your daggers unsheathed and stuck in the head of the filthy looking man you knocked out with the car door when he wasn't paying attention.
Hiding behind the car gave you just enough time of the men being distracted to sneak around and get the jump on the man who held Daryl at gunpoint only a second ago. As soon as he turned his head towards his men and bark a new command you had caught up to him, coming up from behind Daryl and stabbed the man in the arm and gut. As he dropped to the ground you kicked the gun and stomped on his chest, digging both daggers into his chest. A brutal snarl left you as you chose your next target, seeing most them either got taken care of by your friends or had ran off.
A low, gurgling noise came from the man beneath you, who you had now fully straddled and who's blood covered most of your front. With a gruff noise you spat in his face and roughly twisted one dagger in his chest cavity while you pulled the other out with a scrape against bone and shoved it down his throat.
Daryl watched you heaving, almost growling form as he held his crossbow at half attention in case the surviving members of the group came back. He knew it was highly unlikely seeing you just took out their leader with the most feral anger he had seen in a very long time.
Huffing you turned around, yanking the daggers from your victim and wiping them on your trousers before placing them back in their sheaths.
Looking up at Daryl, standing there with his jaw slack in awe staring at you covered in blood, bright glowing eyes and fangs out trying to calm your breathing.
You saw yourself in the reflection of Daryl's blue eyes and panic set in. Your hands flying up to cover your mouth and averting your gaze and closing your eyes, begging yourself to just calm the hell down and hide away again.
The others stood at a distance now, offering the two of you at least a little bit of privacy.
The tears you tried to hold back threatened to spill as your breathing just would not even out. Not until a clattering sound caught your attention and in your turn to look behind you a pair of strong arms wrapped around you and your tears were softly kissed until you were breathing okay again and the tears had stopped.
"Yer okay, pup. Yer more than okay." He softly hushed you, making sure you were looking at him as he showed you his own hidden self. A pair of bright blue eyes accompanied by sets of fangs that made yours look like baby teeth. The tips of his ears poked out of his hair even more now as they had grown into a slight point. With a smile you raised your hand and brushed your fingers along the edge as he pulled you closer to him. He made a point of having you feel the claws at his fingertips as he pressed you against him before pulling you into a kiss.
"Don' think I've ever seen a girl go so feral over me."
A/N: Thankyou for this request, Anon!! I had fun writing this one when I finally figured out how to do the plot twist ♡♡
