hiii i have been trying to find a fic of t4t draco x male reader, so they'd both be ftm. would love to see that! ty 🙏
YES I love this. Gonna take some creative liberties w it. Maybe they're rivals and Draco develops a softspot once he realises that they struggle with the same thing or something hehehehe. If anyone has more ideas for this plot then lmk:)))) will be working on it today and tomorrow
Personally I like to read past tense second person, but prefer to write present tense third person!
Idk, writing second person feels weird and direct for some reason haha
This fic was requested by anon! My requests are still open.
Summary: (gender neutral!)reader has told themselves they wouldn't get attached to people again after they've lost their loved ones so often. But they couldn't stop other people from getting attached to them.... Or: Daryl gets worried when reader gets shot.
Word count: ~1.5K
Side note: still getting used to Tumblr formatting! Help is appreciated!
This was also posted on my AO3, under the same username
If there’s one thing that y/n had gotten used to ever since everything went to shit, it’s that the only person they could count on were they themselves. Groups of fellow survivors did come and go, periodically. The ones that y/n could tolerate, they would travel with. Some accompanied them longer than others, but in the end they all wound up the same; dead.
When y/n came across these folks, there was no reason to suspect that this would end up any different.
It’s difficult to tell exactly how long ago it was when they first stumbled across this group, but judging by the change of the seasons it must have been half a year. It all happened in a blur when y/n first moved into Alexandria.Â
In a matter of days, they went from being a dirt-covered survivor, biting and clawing their way through every single day, to being a citizen. A citizen with a fresh haircut, their own shower and the ability to let their guard down – which they rarely did.
The people of Alexandria were trying very hard to fit y/n into their community. Y/n tried very hard to be appreciative, but after so many years out there, alone, it’s hard to believe that anything might be permanent again. Just because this safe haven exists today, does not mean that it will exist tomorrow.
It’s better to be a loner, better to not get too attached. You can’t lose friends that you don’t make to begin with, after all.Â
Of course, there’s the occasional missions. Mostly patrols. Whenever those come to pass, there’s a bit of obligatory chatting. Y/n does more listening than talking and only shares anecdotes from their past if it’s strictly necessary. Â
When today, for the first time, they were assigned to go hunting, y/n was extremely pleased, because of whom they got to go hunting with.Â
One of the men at Alexandria responsible for making sure there’d be game to eat is a fellow outsider; Daryl Dixon. He’s been with the people who run Alexandria since the start of everything, but for most other Alexandrians he does not have a lot of patience.
Perhaps that’s why the two of them got along so well. Not because there’s much conversation to be had, but because there wasn’t any need for conversation in the first place. Going hunting with him was relaxing because of that.Â
It’s a cast over sort of day. Rain clouds loom overhead, promising nasty weather in an hour or two. Daryl walks ahead as he always does, analyzing the ground and the low-growing plants. It all just looks like dirt and leaves to y/n, but Daryl clearly sees more than that, and thanks to that they’ve been able to track a deer for the better part of an hour and are starting to close in on it.
Y/n, completely lost in thought, startles when Daryl holds his hand up and abruptly stops walking. Y/n stops as well, barely able to stop themselves from bumping into the other. They know better than to speak, so they just give Daryl a questioning look.
He points his middle and index finger at his eyes, then at an opening ahead of them. Following where he points, y/n spots the deer. It lays limply on the ground in a pool of its own blood. Once majestic antlers are half stuck in the ground, and make its head lay at an odd, unnatural angle.Â
A man with a rifle stands beside it with a cigarette between his lips. He’s just standing there, idly, perhaps waiting for someone to help him transport it. Y/n doesn’t recognize him at all, and judging by the fact that Daryl doesn’t either, y/n assumes it must be someone from the rivalling survivor group who have been up Alexandria’s ass for the past couple of months.
It infuriated y/n. “That should have been ours,” they whisper, barely audible. “We can threaten him and take off with it.”
Daryl half considers it, then shakes his head. “Nah.”
As much as y/n appreciates Daryl’s company, the man’s stubbornness could seriously test their patience. If he doesn’t want to go after this deer, that’s fine. But y/n is getting their hands on it one way or another. It’s two against one, after all.Â
Daryl picks up on what they’re about to do and blocks their path towards the deer. “It’s not worth it,” He grumbles. “Don’t bother.”
Right when y/n opens their mouth to protest, they hear the familiar click of a rifle reloading.Â
They have been spotted.
Y/n drops down to hide behind a shrub and grabs their pistol right as Daryl reaches for the crossbow on his back. He signals for y/n to stay put and adjusts his position to get a clear shot.Â
However, y/n already has a clear shot. Right through the shrubs there’s a tiny opening allowing them to aim right at the man’s left bicep. They take it.Â
From one moment to the next, the man drops both his rifle and his cigarette and curses loudly, reaching for the place where he had been shot.
“Nice aim,” mutters Daryl with an earnest that y/n doesn’t hear very often.Â
Together they get out of their hiding spot and approach the stranger who quickly picks up his weapon which then dangles from the hand attached to his good arm, essentially useless. He spits at the ground in front of them. “Negan will hear about this.”
“Don’t doubt it.” Daryl approaches the dead deer while y/n holds their revolver still aimed at the stranger. “What’re you waiting for? Piss on off.”
The stranger grins, and at the very same time a truck approaches them. All of a sudden, the minor scuffle turns into a full-blown conflict. Two more Saviors arrive on the scene. Shots are being fired. It’s kill or be killed, and y/n refuses to end up the same way all of their friends have.
Y/n gets one of them, Daryl the other two. Still, in the kerfuffle, one of the bullets hit the right side of y/n abdomen and they sink to the ground, panting.
Daryl is thoroughly pissed. He yanks the arrows from the heads of his victims, muttering something to himself about Saviors and trouble. Not until all his arrows are back in their quiver does he circle back to y/n.
“Get up,” he snaps, punctuating the sentence by firmly grabbing the collar of y/n’s shirt and yanking them off the ground.Â
Stabbing pain once again flares up in y/n’s abdomen, an involuntary yelp escapes them and their legs give out beneath them at once. In a flash, Daryl puts his hands on y/n’s upper arms to hold them upright and then gingerly helps them onto the ground. His expression is infinitely softer as he looks them up and down. He curses under his breath and positions himself in a way that allows y/n to lean against him. “You should’ve listened to me,” he mutters. “Told you that the deer wasn’t worth it.”
Y/n winces and slightly adjusts their position so they could sit without the pain becoming overwhelming. “I see that now,” they hiss. How could they have been so stupid? For a moment, they remove their hand from their wound, only for it to come back a deep, scarlet red. Their stomach sinks. This is it, isn’t it?
“Hey.” Daryl pushes y/n’s hand back onto their wound, pressing hard. “You’ll bleed out if you don’t keep that there.”
Most infuriatingly of all; even if they live, there’s no way they can get the deer back to Alexandria like this. Going back later is no use either, as walkers are likely to come across the carcass before they have the chance to take it with them. All of this for nothing, then. Y/n forces themselves to stand up, clutching at their wound. At the very least, they’d get themselves home.
Daryl, without a word, slings y/n’s arm over his shoulders so he can properly hold them up. Both of them are well aware that there’s no use doing anything else. Y/n needs medical care as soon as possible. “This ok?” Asks Daryl.
Y/n nods vaguely in reply. Their abdomen is on fire, and every step makes it flare up more, but there’s nothing to do but bear it.Â
“I could carry you,” he says, half-joking.
This makes them laugh a little. “Don’t you dare, Dixon, I can handle this.”
“If you say so.”
Y/n winces once more, setting their mind on just putting one foot in front of the other. All the while they grapple with the realization that, despite their best efforts, they’ve ended up having someone care for them again.
Would you be able to write something gender neutral for Daryl Dixon? Just platonic worry about them because they got shot including Daryl snapping and seeing how they react and immediately calms and says “you should’ve listened to me”
Currently working on this ! Will be posted today or tomorrow at the latest
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I intend to write REQUESTS specifically for trans ppl.
Are you, a trans person, sick of never being able to project on the reader in "character X reader" stories? Never find one for trans readers? Let me write it for you!!!!!
I can, in theory, do any fandoms. I'm particularly well-versed in Harry Potter and The Walking Dead, but I know tons more media. I also don't mind researching a character to write something.
Send me a DM and let me know what you'd want to see. Platonic, familial, romantic or sexual encounters? I got you. Being trans doesn't have to be a central theme in the story, either.
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