Heyyyy everybody, so I decided to make a side blog, rn it as an Eddie Glunskin series which is ongoing, but if you wish to see darker and longer fics/series, my side blog is linked on my pinned post and here! @toxicology-exe!
I’m torn between these two fics and which to start first but I can promise you that a decent amount has been written but I wanna know what you guys like first. Hehehe.
You Oughta Know
You weren’t from Miguel’s dimension, you weren’t his… Yet he can’t help peeking into your dimension and feel bitterness with some white knight.
Self Love
You were suddenly pulled from your New York and landed in New York… Maybe? But after getting Nueva York’s Spider-Man’s help, you can’t stop thinking about what you both might’ve had. Even when he pays a visit. (Inspired by Miles’ and Gwen’s relationship)
Tear in My Heart
Out of all the people, you make him feel alive the most. Even when it frustrates him.
Summary ➳ Miguel attempts to fix a dimension where a canon event failed to happen again, and takes matter into his own hands.
(A/n) ➳ A day later than I expected but I am proud of what I got. It’s been awhile since I wrote something. I will try to be consistent but make no promises!!
Word Count ➳ 4k
Content Warnings ➳ Female reader/Spider-Woman, mentions of death, description of violence, alternate timeline Miguel, reader kinda absent mother, not knowing how the canon works, divorce/separation/custody…
Now let’s start this from the beginning.
My name is (Y/n) O’Hara, I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for the past ten years, I’ve been the one and only Spider-Woman. I will admit, being Spider-Woman isn’t always so fun. Add being the breadwinner of the family and you got an absent mother. I know I’m not always there for my darling Gabriella. My husband’s and I marriage was already on the rocks, and I guess after my uncle died, it was clear what was going to happen.
But that doesn’t stop me from doing my job as Spider-Woman. If I cannot be there for my daughter, then the least I could do is give her a safe city where she can grow without fear.
You stood in your bathroom, panning your phone’s flashlight over a fresh black eye a villain gave you. Of course, you covered it with makeup, but you were testing other lighting. Your husband Miguel always knew something was up, or ex husband. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes, the old left overs in your kitchen, laundry piling up… He believed work was getting to you. And that’s what you wanted him to believe.
Maybe you shouldn’t call him your ex husband yet. It was only a trial separation, to see how things go. He didn’t want to divorce, he wanted to get you help but how could you tell him all of this? For some random reason, villains were getting stronger and gaining in numbers. You wouldn’t come home for days, usually lying on a rooftop in pain.
You were lucky it was winter, a perfect excuse to cover yourself up. Head to tone. If Miguel caught a simple glance, you knew your cover would be blown.
You never liked hiding your other half. There were countless times where Miguel knew you were hiding something, he always encouraged you to speak your mind but you always held back. Making it into a joke or simply saying nothing.
You sighed and left the bathroom, you glanced at the time. Miguel should be arriving any minute. You knocked a couple times on Gabi’s door. “Got your bags ready?” You said, but you didn’t stay. You were getting ready for work at the same time, not realizing how long you spent in the bathroom.
“Yeah mamá!” Gabi giggled. Oh your little girl, somehow she never hated you for not coming around so much. Maybe the new schedule is working for her. Maybe… It was better this way.
“Mamá!” She shouted again. “Have you seen my sneakers?”
“I thought you left them by the door!” You replied, unable to help her look as you were putting on your earrings. “Think they might be in your closet?!”
“No, I checked.”
You rushed out your bedroom door, snatching your coat and messenger bag from your bed. “Your dad just brought those.” You began to panic. God, you were already a mess.
“I know it’s around here mamá!”
“Dammit.” You cursed, you wanted to pull out your hair. One moment everything is going as planned the next everything is just fucked. You began looking under couches, bathrooms, hallways until you heard the door bell ring.
Miguel was here.
“Gabi, keep looking please.” You whispered to her.
The girl gave a nod and a thumbs up before rushing back to her room. God she was adorable.
You took a deep breath and smoothed out your appearance, hoping not to look like you were just panicking and then, you opened the door. “Hey.” Miguel smiled. “Is Gabi ready?”
“Yes, she’s just grabbing the rest of her things.”
Miguel chuckled, the kind that made your heart skip. “Have some coffee to spare?”
“Uh yeah.” You stepped to the side to let him in.
You could feel it with your senses somehow. Though the house was in both your names, he was the one who decided to rent, not too far. You could feel him looking around the house, you knew he was trying not to snoop, a bad habit he gained when you continuously came home late or not at all.
You still weren’t sure how he didn’t divorce you earlier.
“How are you feeling?” Miguel suddenly said, his back was turned to you but you saw he was already in the kitchen, pouring himself coffee leftover.
“I’ve been fine Miguel.” You spoke, having a rather annoyed tone in your voice. He always questioned how you felt whenever he came around. “You know that better-”
“Better than anyone.” He finished before you. “I know you (Y/n).” He huffed, not angry or annoyed like you were, he sounded tired.
“I know you do.”
“Do you?” He questioned. “Your clothes don’t seem to fit you anymore. The house is rather warm but you’re wearing a jacket, and I keep finding bandages… If someone is hurting you-”
“No! It’s not like that!” You raised your hands, your heart began to race. You liked and hated how good he was at noticing things. You always forgot that.
“Then tell me.” He set his coffee down, he quickly stood in front of you, his hands on your shoulders. He gave them a light squeeze, his eyes observing you closely. “Mi amor, I don’t want to see you like this, we promised never to keep secrets.”
“Miguel-”
“And you know I don’t like giving you ultimatums.”
“But-”
“I found them!” Gabi suddenly popped in front of your both, holding her shoes in her hands and proudly showing them off. Her smile was wide and pure, full of joy. “They were under my bed.”
Miguel laughed, taking the shoes from her hands. “And that will be the last time I let you take new shoes.” He smoothed out her crazy hair and looked at you. “I’ll text you.”
“Yeah.” And tried to smile and looked at Gabi. “Behave would you?” You jokingly asked her.
Gabi snickered, nodding obediently. “Yes, mama!” Miguel then picked her up, she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. “I always do.”
“Sure, mija. Just like your mother remembers to eat.” He teased, shooting you a look, though for once, you’re unable to read his expressions. “Speaking off, you got food in the fridge?”
“Papá says regret tastes like that green juice you made him!”
“Dios mio, kid, you’re never letting me live that down, are you?” He met your eyes once more. “I meant what I said.”
“I know, anyways, you should get going. Don’t want to keep you here long… And I got work.”
This time, you could see his expression flicker. But he just exhaled through his nose, and adjusted Gabi in his arms. “Right. Work.”
Gabi, oblivious, she waved excitedly at you. “Bye mama! I love you from the moon and back!” She threw her arms back for emphasis, nearly smacking Miguel in the face, luckily he dodged just in time.
“Ten cuidado, hija.” He muttered, he began walking away, he opened the door but stopped, looking back. “Please, just call me.”
And then he turned. Gabi was already chatting about a zoo you all went to once, hoping to go again but not before catching the way his shoulder tensed, like he was stopping himself from looking back.
“Just stay still!” You shouted at the newest villain, a rather large scorpion mutant.
From what bystanders and scientists said, it was an experiment gone wrong. The scorpion suddenly was growing in size for the past month and went out of control, breaking out of its cell which had its own floor. The scientists had begged you to not kill the project, hoping that they could prove to the world about something, something…
They totally pissed you off, not caring about the thing purposely striking people running or destroying everything in your path. But you took a deep breath when you landed on another rooftop. You felt like you were losing it already, everything happening all at once.
Normally you were good at blocking sound out, especially with your spider senses but now, everything was heard. People screaming and crying out for help, car alarms going off or honking, a helicopter on a news channel… Everything was getting to you.
“Okay, okay.” You murmured, looking at your surroundings to come up with a plan. Then you jumped, and with a flick of your wrist, your web attached to another building to catch up with the mutant.
You noticed the cops blocking roads and attempting to get people off the streets, and luckily, the road ahead was completely empty.
You grinned under your mask and used both of your web shots to launch yourself further in the air and while in the air, you began attaching webs in between in the buildings.
The mutant seemed to have terrible vision or something, and it quickly fell in your webs, but it began thrashing around. And when the cops began pulling away, and some in cars, people took that as their sign to drive right by and into danger.
The mutant was still in place though, giving you the chance to roughly crash into a cop’s car. You groaned but shouted. “Get these people off the streets! I’ll keep this thing still.” You huffed. Luckily, it was a cop you somewhat knew and although hated taking orders from a masked vigilante, followed.
You went back into the air, circling the mutant with your webs that tied its limbs together, but its tail slipped past your webbing, thrashing all around, making it difficult to get around.
And that’s when you felt it.
The sensation throughout your head, making your head snap right around. You found Miguel’s car among those stuck. You could see him reach over to Gabi, trying to sooth her cries.
But your distraction cost you, its tail landed a hit on you, and threw you onto the ground. You took a couple of rolls before hitting your back against a torn wall. The breast screeched, its talons began ripping away the webbing and slowly made its way towards the crowd of cars.
“Get out of the road!” You cried out, attempting to stand but your last fight weakened one of your legs. Though you hissed and cried, you still gathered strength to get back up. Without thinking, you attached your webs to a loose piece of a building and pulled with your strength.
It toppled over and landed right on the beast. Its screeching stopped and twitched a couple times before coming to a complete halt. You didn’t care about those stupid scientists anymore, you’d deal with the effect later.
You took a moment to catch your breath before walking out of the dust to see the sight in front of you.
Your husband’s car flipped over.
“No, no, no, no.” You ran right over, Gabi’s cries were loud, crying for her dad, for you. Miguel was unconscious though, blood was trickling from a cut from his forehead. You reached over to check for a pulse, you felt it but it didn’t soothe your own pain.
You stood up and put your hands on the car, though it was never recommended, you flipped the car over and waved down an ambulance. You raced over to Gabi’s side and ripped the door open. “It’s okay.” You whispered, concealing your voice. “It’s going to be okay.”
A pan sizzled on the stove, sending up little curls of steam that blurred the kitchen light. Miguel… The Miguel, who had been in the hospital two days before, who had walked out with a steady walk and an apologetic smile, stood at the counter with an apron tied around his waist and a concentration that made you want to laugh and then punch something.
You had noticed something was wrong. He looked the same. Same broad shoulders, same tired eyes, same posture that carried too many responsibilities that he shouldn’t have too. The doctors had released him a few days after with a concussion, cracked ribs, and strict instructions to rest.
You replayed the moment Gabi finally got to hug her father, she launched herself at him and he caught her with ease. You had frozen during that moment. When Miguel first woke up, he had struggled to lift his arm and the nurse said he took the brunt of the force on that side, it would be a couple weeks before the pain and soreness went away.
Now he was able to lift Gabi with that same arm… Like she was nothing. She didn’t notice, she was laughing, arms around his neck and Miguel was holding her like he may never see him again.
They spoke, sounding like any other father and daughter, his voice was the same but the way he just seemed to be wasn’t.
Gabi was on the floor by the coffee table, building a tower out of plastic dinosaurs, stopping only to poke your ankle and asking. “Mamá, do you want to build another one with me?” You crouched, took a dinosaur and offered it to her.
“If you finish your dinner and homework-” Gabi groaned which made you snicker. “We’ll build as many as you like.” She then beamed for a second, snatching the dinosaur and continued on.
You sat back on the couch and looked at Miguel. “You shouldn’t be-” You started, but he cut you off with the shake of his head.
“I want to.” He said. His voice had the same calmness, the same low warmth you’d memorized over the years but there was a hint in it. He plated the vegetables with efficiency.
“You shouldn’t be the one doing everything.” You replied but still let him.
You let Gabi drape herself over him like a blanket, let Miguel laugh and chase her hands away when she tried to hide some of his utensils to get his attention. And you took a couple photos as well, and felt like it was normal.
You should’ve felt relieved. Instead, it was like a pit in your stomach. You kept thinking of the way the air had tasted that day the car flipped, like rusted pennies and ozone. How you had Gabi and Miguel’s names in your mouth when you ran towards Gabi’s screams. The memory made your hands go cold.
When Miguel set two plates at the table, he didn’t sit. He leaned against the counter and watched you like a scientist cataloguing an experiment. “You look like you’re going to faint.” He said, not unkindly. “Come. Sit.”
“I’m fine.” You lied. You took the chair, and folded your hands under the table to stop them from trembling. Gabi passed her a plastic dinosaur and you accepted it with a smile.
Miguel watched you. He watched the way you ate. Almost ravenous, not because you hadn’t eaten, but because you’ve been surviving on adrenaline for months. He also watched the way your sleeve clung to the wrist where your costume’s fabric pressed under your clothes. Noticing the faint seam at your collarbone. You couldn’t see it, but the corner of his mouth twitched.
“Take it off.” He said suddenly.
You froze, a fork halfway to your mouth. “I’m sorry?”
“You’ve got…” He pointed with the pronged end of his fork, like he was indicating an injury to Gabi’s eyes. “You can’t let it go untreated. Let me help you.”
You laughed nervously. “Miguel, no. I can-”
For a moment, he looked like he wanted to question further, to reach for the hem of her shirt and find the answer. His hands remained close around his fork. “Let me help.”
You’d meant to tell him, the moment he woke up. You rehearsed it in the grocery store lines and red lights and on the rooftop between jumps.
“I’m Spider-Woman. I’m the one leaving everything to you because I thought I could keep us safe.”
You opened your mouth but suddenly slammed it back shut. Her skin prickled like static. The room’s edges sharpened. A high, distant ringing threaded through the air. You swallowed your words instead.
Miguel watched the change cross your face, he moved before you could. “You’re tense.” He sounded softer. He set his fork down. “You don’t have to-” His eyes flickered to her collar and then lifted, as if to check something. “You should change out of that before you sleep.”
“Yeah.” You whispered. “I’ll remember that.”
“Talk to me, (Y/n).”
You could’ve told him you were Spider-Woman and wanted to stop, or that you couldn’t stop, or that you didn’t know how to be or do both. But your senses were a leash, continuously tugging your mind, making you hear everything.
“Now’s not the best time.”
Miguel’s jaw tightened, he set his mouth in a hard line and exhaled through his nose. “Eat, then.” He said. “You’re not going to get anywhere if you faint at the table.”
You then scooped up your plate, all of it, and walked out of the dining room. Gabi peeked up from her plate. “Mamá?”
“I’m okay, bug.” You said too bright, too fast. She meant it for her daughter but aimed it at Miguel too. You didn’t want the answers he was trying to pry from you. You never intended to leave in the middle of dinner, especially not in front of her daughter. But you had rules.
Always listen to your spider senses.
You tried to work. You told yourself it would take your mind off of things. You clicked through a file and the police scanner that was thrown under some clothes chirped to life in a voice she knew by heart.
“-All units responding, possible enhanced individual, report of a structural collapse at Fourth and Harrow. Multiple civilian injuries.”
An argument with Miguel could wait, playing with Gabi could wait, the city needed her. It always needed her.
You slipped out of your clothing that hid your costume and jumped out the window. You swung past, harder than you needed to, tension burning in your muscles. The route was burned into your hands from muscle memory, swing, release, catch.
The sight of the city passed beneath you in a blur until you dropped three blocks from the scene. Cop cars ringed the block in a circle, blue and red gleamed off of glasses. A half collapsed storefront leaned into the street like a bleeding animal.
People were held back by the tape, faces lit with cameras and phones. You dropped to the fire escape, and kept low, away from the lights the cops were flashing.
What pulled at you immediately wasn’t the crowd but some of the rubble away from prying eyes glitched. It wouldn’t be the first time seeing it but you forgot about it when you couldn’t explain it.
You slipped over the edge, using the rooftops and shadows as cover, and snuck between two squad cards. You swung inside, ready to strike only to see a villain shaped figure slam into the far wall, and yanked backward by red, laser like webs that pinned them there like a bug in a display case.
“What the-?”
You dropped to the ground and leaned up against a boulder, watching the villain struggling against the restraints as a blue and red suit approached. His suit seemed to be digital by the way it glowed. You didn’t think that was possible.
He seemed to be unaware of your presence, too busy talking to the air until he addressed it personally. “LYLA.” The man said. “Reduce inflow at grid node six.”
LYLA had appeared from his wrist with her own screens. “Rerouting additional vectors. Probability stabilization at forty two percent.”
He moved in large strides, two steps and he was beside the pinned attacker. He grabbed them off the wall and dropped them with annoyance. When he clicked a couple of things on his wrist, for a beat, you saw the face beneath the mask.
Miguel. Miguel O’Hara.
Part of you refused to believe it was him when you heard his voice. But you were enraged because you were not only right when you saw him leave the hospital, you knew that wasn’t your Miguel.
“You’re causing this.” You said before you could top yourself, the sound of your voice echoed as well.
Miguel had turned towards her and closed all his open tabs. “Hello (Y/n).”
“What did you do?”
Miguel glanced at LYLA as if he expected her to explain everything. LYLA hummed. “External interference detected. Estimating cause: artificial insertion of cross variant entities.”
“What?”
He lifted a hand to stop her. “I thought I could fix it from afar. Your dimension had to be corrected, your Miguel was supposed to die at a canonical point. It was a problem when he didn’t, and your dimension compensated by getting messy.”
You took a step back but began circling him like prey. “I presume your solution was to throw monsters into New York in hopes of getting it back on its path?”
He let out a breath that might’ve been a laugh or sob. “I started this to fix an inconsistency. You’re the first universe to have this happen. I tried the obvious, I pushed more anomalies through, thinking your world would demand the event to happen. It didn’t. I had to escalate.”
Silence grew… Your world tilted when he was taken. And it was worse when you were right all along. The man that sat across from you hours ago was the man in front of you, not your husband.
“And you thought murdering my husband was going to fix it all?”
“I did what I assessed that would bring back stability.” Miguel sounded disturbingly calm. “I didn’t like it. But it was necessary.”
“You didn’t?” You felt the scream build in your chest, rage and grief woven together. “You don’t get to say you didn’t like it! You made him die!”
“I didn’t like watching you.” He interrupted. “I didn’t like that watching the screens, watching you and her, and the way you adored him. It was the only time I allowed myself to feel whole. I… I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the way you made a real family.”
It came out like an apology and a confession tangled together, like a man who watched from the sidelines and decided he deserved a piece.
“You watched my family. And you-!”
“And grew attached.” He finished for you. “I did it for stabilization. But I didn’t calculate stepping in after his death. And then I watched you. I didn’t mean to feel the way I did, but I did. I loved the way you moved through chaos. I loved your stubborn, stupid care for everyone. I loved the way you glared at him across the kitchen. Loving you isn’t my excuse. It doesn’t absolve me.”
Miguel folded his arms. “I don’t want your forgiveness.”
You let out a sharp laugh with an edge. “Then what do you want?”
“I believe your universe will go back to normal if you retire. Step away from being Spider-Woman. You’ve been breaking yourself for a decade and your universe is unwinding because of anomalies. You could live a normal life, be there or Gabi, have Miguel.”
“He was my Miguel.” You countered.
“He’s not dead in the way that matters to me. I can keep him alive, figuratively, if you let me. If you step away from being the cause, the canon is reacting to. I can at least stabilize it.”
“Then who’s going to be Spider-Woman?”
“I have a couple possibilities. But that doesn’t need to be talked about. The math is simple.”
Sounds of radios and flashlights come into view. LYLA’s voice chimed low. “Miguel, two units are closing in.” She warned.
“...And you expect me to trust you? How will I keep Gabi safe?”
“Harm will not come towards any of you. All I can offer is truth and an admission. I did what I did. I will do what I say. Choose.”
Your mouth went dry. The voices were louder, orders and commands were heard. He was offering a silent life, you could finally be there for your little girl but your reminder will always have a hand on your shoulder.
Summary ➳ Miguel decides to take another chance at another life, this time, he’ll be sure everything stays together. (Summary will change)
(A/n) ➳ The full part is coming sometime tomorrow, technically today whenever you guys read this. But it’s good to be back. Currently taking requests again and looking at my older ones too!! Depending how this goes, Miguel, may be obsessive or I make him ima yandere.
Word Count ➳ 1.2k
Content Warnings ➳ Female reader/Spider-Woman, mentions of death, description of violence, alternate timeline Miguel, reader kinda absent mother…
FULL PART
Now let’s start this from the beginning.
My name is (Y/n) O’Hara, I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for the past ten years, I’ve been the one and only Spider-Woman. I will admit, being Spider-Woman isn’t always so fun. Add being the breadwinner of the family and you got an absent mother.
I know I’m not always there for my darling Gabriella. My husband’s and I marriage was already on the rocks, and I guess after my uncle died, it was clear what was going to happen.
But that doesn’t stop me from doing my job as Spider-Woman. If I cannot be there for my daughter, then the least I could do is give her a safe city where she can grow without fear.
You stood in your bathroom, panning your phone’s flashlight over a fresh black eye a villain gave you. Of course, you covered it with makeup, but you were testing other lighting. Your husband Miguel always knew something was up, or ex husband. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes, the old left overs in your kitchen, laundry piling up… He believed work was getting to you. And that’s what you wanted him to believe.
Maybe you shouldn’t call him your ex husband yet. It was only a trial separation, to see how things go. He didn’t want to divorce, he wanted to get you help but how could you tell him all of this? For some random reason, villains were getting stronger and gaining in numbers. You wouldn’t come home for days, usually lying on a rooftop in pain.
You were lucky it was winter, a perfect excuse to cover yourself up. Head to tone. If Miguel caught a simple glance, you knew your cover would be blown.
You never liked hiding your other half. There were countless times where Miguel knew you were hiding something, he always encouraged you to speak your mind but you always held back. Making it into a joke or simply saying nothing.
You sighed and left the bathroom, you glanced at the time. Miguel should be arriving any minute. You knocked a couple times on Gabi’s door. “Got your bags ready?” You said, but you didn’t stay. You were getting ready for work at the same time, not realizing how long you spent in the bathroom.
“Yeah mama!” Gabi giggled. Oh your little girl, somehow she never hated you for not coming around so much. Maybe the new schedule is working for her. Maybe… It was better this way.
“Mama!” She shouted again. “Have you seen my sneakers?”
“I thought you left them by the door!” You replied, unable to help her look as you were putting on your earrings. “Think they might be in your closet?!”
“No, I checked.”
You rushed out your bedroom door, snatching your coat and messenger bag from your bed. “Your dad just brought those.” You began to panic. God, you were already a mess.
“I know it’s around here mama!”
“Dammit.” You cursed, you wanted to pull out your hair. One moment everything is going as planned the next everything is just fucked. You began looking under couches, bathrooms, hallways until you heard the door bell ring.
Miguel was here.
“Gabi, keep looking please.” You whispered to her.
The girl gave a nod and a thumbs up before rushing back to her room. God she was adorable.
You took a deep breath and smoothed out your appearance, hoping not to look like you were just panicking and then, you opened the door. “Hey.” Miguel smiled. “Is Gabi ready?”
“Yes, she’s just grabbing the rest of her things.”
Miguel chuckled, the kind that made your heart skip. “Have some coffee to spare?”
“Uh yeah.” You stepped to the side to let him in.
You could feel it with your senses somehow. Though the house was in both your names, he was the one who decided to rent, not too far. You could feel him looking around the house, you knew he was trying not to snoop, a bad habit he gained when you continuously came home late or not at all.
You still weren’t sure how he didn’t divorce you earlier.
“How are you feeling?” Miguel suddenly said, his back was turned to you but you saw he was already in the kitchen, pouring himself coffee leftover.
“I’ve been fine Miguel.” You spoke, having a rather annoyed tone in your voice. He always questioned how you felt whenever he came around. “You know that better-”
“Better than anyone.” He finished before you. “I know you (Y/n).” He huffed, not angry or annoyed like you were, he sounded tired.
“I know you do.”
“Do you?” He questioned. “Your clothes don’t seem to fit you anymore. The house is rather warm but you’re wearing a jacket, and I keep finding bandages… If someone is hurting you-”
“No! It’s not like that!” You raised your hands, your heart began to race. You liked and hated how good he was at noticing things. You always forgot that.
“Then tell me.” He set his coffee down, he quickly stood in front of you, his hands on your shoulders. He gave them a light squeeze, his eyes observing you closely. “Mi amor, I don’t want to see you like this, we promised never to keep secrets.”
“Miguel-”
“And you know I don’t like giving you ultimatums.”
“But-”
“I found them!” Gabi suddenly popped in front of your both, holding her shoes in her hands and proudly showing them off. Her smile was wide and pure, full of joy. “They were under my bed.”
Miguel laughed, taking the shoes from her hands. “And that will be the last time I let you take new shoes.” He smoothed out her crazy hair and looked at you. “I’ll text you.”
“Yeah.” And tried to smile and looked at Gabi. “Behave would you?” You jokingly asked her.
Gabi snickered, nodding obediently. “Yes, mama!” Miguel then picked her up, she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. “I always do.”
“Sure, mija. Just like your mother remembers to eat.” He teased, shooting you a look, though for once, you’re unable to read his expressions. “Speaking off, you got food in the fridge?”
“Papa says regret tastes like that green juice you made him!”
“Dios mio, kid, you’re never letting me live that down, are you?” He met your eyes once more. “I meant what I said.”
“I know, anyways, you should get going. Don’t want to keep you here long… And I got work.”
This time, you could see his expression flicker. But he just exhaled through his nose, and adjusted Gabi in his arms. “Right. Work.”
Gabi, oblivious, she waved excitedly at you. “Bye mama! I love you from the moon and back!” She threw her arms back for emphasis, nearly smacking Miguel in the face, luckily he dodged just in time.
“Ten cuidado, hija.” He muttered, he began walking away, he opened the door but stopped, looking back. “Please, just call me.”
And then he turned. Gabi was already chatting about a zoo you all went to once, hoping to go again but not before catching the way his shoulder tensed, like he was stopping himself from looking back.
Guys I promise I’m almost done! Almost 3k. I just hope it doesn’t flop 🥲 but be prepared! I might release it Tuesday afternoon, I can’t tomorrow as I work. But be prepared but my Miguel fic!!!!
Anyways, I bored and found it suspicious. I ended up blocking them. I know it sounds means but if there was something serious, a comment would’ve been enough.
Has anyone noticed something up with my account? Just got a comment about it saying they need me to message them but they can’t message me. Probably cause I have that turned off but any ideas??
I did message them recently but haven’t heard back. Probably shouldn’t have but now I’m curious.
CW ➳ female reader/no use of (Y/n), smoking/alcohol use, oral (M), face fucking, mentions of photo taking…
Wine and cigarettes. A combination Daryl never thought of, but he was the one taking sips of your drink while you were distracted. But he happily filled your glass back up while he listened to your gossip or your bad day. Your legs would then rest on his hand as he used his free hand to rub them and his other to smoke. The two of you once got carried away, his favorite part was getting to pour wine all over your chest and then getting to lick it up. Your favorite was getting to give Daryl oral while he smoked, you wanted to take care of him and he later forgot the cigarettes and grabbed the back of your head. He should’ve taken photos, probably keep them somewhere.
Daryl slipped his fingers underneath your underwear, immediately slipping two fingers inside while rubbing her clip with his thumb. You began to moan softly, first you threw your arm over your face to avoid him staring at you but he grabbed your wrist, pinning it beside your head. You didn’t bother to use your other arm as you knew it would mean he would stop, even for a second. So you threw your head back into the pillow.
Two fingers became three and the pressure inside of you continued to build as he moved his fingers faster. You couldn’t form a single thought but you knew what you wanted, and it was more of Daryl, all of him. His hands, mouth, or cock, doesn’t matter, toys or not, him or not… You just needed Daryl.
But Daryl pulled his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty and a whine left your mouth. You lifted your head to complain but your eyes locked with his, but you could see him bring his wet fingers to his mouth, slowly licking his fingers one by one before bringing them to his lips to give them a suck.
You wanted to look away, out of embarrassment and to hide your burning face but how could you tear your eyes away from him?
A satisfied smirk crept onto Daryl’s face before he leaned in and kissed you, both of you shut your eyes, your hand coming to his face, dragging your nails over his stubble. He then began kissing down your stomach, holding your hips down. Daryl laid on his stomach and put your legs over his shoulders, his placed a kiss against your clit, making you shudder.
It took everything to not buck your hips into his face. Daryl pressed another kiss on your folds before nuzzling his nose against your clit. You moaned louder, music to Daryl’s ears.
He flicked his tongue along your wet slit, a low guttural groan was from Daryl when he got a taste of you. He began working your cunt with his tongue and lips, his groaning making your body tremble and driving you crazy with desire.
Feeling closer to release, Daryl sucked on your clit, eliciting a cry of pleasure from your mouth. Your thighs clasped around his head, pulling him closer and began to thrust your hips against his lower face. His mouth didn’t leave your weeping cunt, letting him absorb your beauty.
Your back arched, pushing your covered chest in the air. Daryl started hungrily at you as he sucks again. He watched as your hands came over your chest, squeezing and twisting your chest before coming down your stomach and interlocking your hands with his.
“C’mon.” He spoke into your pussy.
You jerked under him and he continued to lick every last drop. You pulled with whatever strength you had to grab for him, needing him to be close. He crawled back up to you, lips swollen and breathless, sweat glinting on his forehead.
A fucked out look in his eyes paired with a lazy smile… You wished you had a phone on you.
You embraced Daryl for a couple of moments, still recovering, breathing heavily into the crook of his neck. He turned you both over, laying on his chest as he pushed himself up against the headboard of the bed. You leaned back to kiss him, tasting yourself on him.
“‘M all yers.” Daryl suddenly said without hesitation. He kissed you even harder, he never was good with words, which was why he was a master of speaking his emotions through his actions. “Ya get three minutes.”
CW ➳ gender neutral reader/no use of (Y/n), before TWD Daryl, smoking use, angst, aftermath of a break up, Merle…
It was always on stormy nights that brought you back to your memory Daryl Dixon, you thought about him and you silently hoped if he even thought of you. You knew for your own sanity, you had to go. You changed your phone number, moved father and found a place in Virginia. It was quiet, and it bought you back. Was he thinking about you?
Daryl never liked silence, he always cleared his mind with cigarettes but ever since you left, his emotions keep coming and he too keeps trying to let you go. Merle couldn’t care less, another girl in Daryl’s book, there were a bunch more out there, even laughed at Daryl’s state. But Daryl knew it was over when you weren’t home, or your number was someone else’s.
You walked away, and he knew it was time to let you go.
Summary ➳ Daryl doesn’t need much to keep him whole, but the only thing that keeps him going, even during the darkest moments of his life, it’s you.
(A/n) ➳ Inspired by “Cupid Kills” by Falling Blind. I haven’t finished the Walking Dead and so I don’t really know what goes on. So this is basically if Daryl didn’t go off to find Rick and stayed in Georgia. No taglist because I am sleep deprived 😭😭😭
Word Count ➳ 1k
Content Warnings ➳ Female reader, slight mention of torture, mention of Negan, slight smoking use, HEAVY OOC Daryl, straying away from the plot of TWD, talk of having children…
Daryl awoke in his shared bed, he first groaned as he was woken abruptly but the cause was unknown. The house was silent, save for the radio softly playing in the back, he remembered he turned it on for you when you couldn’t sleep without sound.
But his first thought was that it was a nightmare that his brain pushed into the back of his head. It was only four years since he broke out of Negan’s prison but he was able to remember every detail of his time there.
He grumbled to himself, he doesn’t affect him as it did years ago but the scars still linger. The paranoia was always watching, eyes to his back with no owner in sight. The sounds, taste, smell, feeling…
Daryl suddenly sat up, his composure seemed calm but he couldn’t tear his eyes from what was in front of him. A dresser that was a mess, clothes stuck out of his, empty bullets, cigarette buds, wrappers of midnight snacks, and other items. The only thing that stood out to him was the photo of you and him, or rather drawing someone did of you and him.
Though it was rushed, he could tell every detail, of course, it was his favorite day. The first time he properly took you out on a date. It was when you arrived after a run on his bike, it was an easy run, no walkers just trading supplies from another nearby group and resting in an isolated cabin he found.
When you both arrived, he let everyone else look over the supplies while he took you to a nearby bench to just watch everything. A teenager caught sight of you too and once they were finished, they brought their masterpiece to you both.
Though that was the last time Daryl truly let his guard down and finally dream.
And when Daryl came back, you knew there was something gnawing at him. He truly never let himself be the way he was before.
Your ideas of a happy home were sometimes brought down with Daryl’s realistic comment.
“Not with the damn walkers out there. Forget ‘bout a home to yerself.”
“Don’tcha get it? It ain’t ever gonna happen.”
You knew he was trying his best to be himself, but sometimes it made you rethink about you both. Maybe he had changed his mind… But it was all explained when you found him on the porch late at night, he wasn’t crying but you could tell he was.
You brought him a blanket as winter was approaching, and the two of you sat in silence. You thought tonight was the last moment you were going to spend with your darling Dixon but you were prepared. He had gone through the unthinkable and came out of it alive, you couldn’t put blame on his trauma.
But-
“Don’ I make ya sick?”
You jumped.
“What?”
“I ain’t a good man for ya. Wantin’ a home, a farm with kids an’ animals, enjoyin’ the good in life. But y’know… I dreamed of it to but ma scars, they will always be ‘ere, it ain’t ever gonna go away. An’ ma hands-”
“The same hands that protect me.” You interrupted him, which you didn’t like to do but you couldn’t listen to the man you love tear himself down. You grabbed his hands and brought them to your face. “The same hands that provided food and shelter, gave me peace and eased my fears, made me the happiest woman.”
“Ya sure ya wanna be with me?”
“If I’m gonna be lost out there, I wanna be lost with you. I ain’t afraid of dyin’ if I got you with me.”
It was you that kept him going in that cell.
The promise of a future for him and you.
Daryl snickered. As cheesy as your words sounded to him, it always lit a fire under him, kept him smiling and pushing. Which brought him back to you-
Wait…
He had just noticed your place beside him empty, it was clear you were in bed before but left. Surely you would’ve been back by now.
He got out of bed, ignoring the whining of dog, probably begging him to return and be his heater. Winter had come and he put on more comfortable clothes to head into the kitchen. The house was smaller than Alexandria’s, but it was safer in his opinion. He always preferred space and away from larger crowds.
But you guys had a sizable river, perfect to fish and woods behind, there was a settlement just a ten minute walk, so in case of an emergency, there was always an option.
And it was home.
Daryl had entered the kitchen to find you sitting on the couch that was right by the window with a mug in hand which he presumed to be tea. But his hands come onto your shoulders, giving it a squeeze before speaking.
“See walkers out there?”
You shook your head. “Nothin’ yet.” You sighed.
“Deer?”
“Just a mom and her baby.”
“Enemies?”
“The patrols chased them off, won’t come around for a couple of days.”
“Then come back to bed.” But you kept your place on the couch, sipping on your tea. “What’s got ya awake? Had a nightmare yerself?”
“...You didn’t make it that time.”
Daryl took his hands off you and sat next to you, cupping your face to look at him. “Y’know I ain’t goin’ nowhere without ya.”
You then giggled a bit before drinking the rest of your tea and sighed. “You’re such a sap, Dixon.”
He grumbled again, taking your mug to put it on the ground and brought you into his arms. “Bed.” He told you, bringing you back into the room with Dog was waiting.
You were put on top of him as he laid down, he brought the covers close and Dog took his place. “The house is quiet.” You whispered.
“Wan’ the radio louder?” He murmured in response.
But you shook your head. “I mean…” You bit your lip and sat on his lap, looking down at him.
“Ya sure?”
You nodded with a smile. “I’m ready, and I want our baby to grow up here.”
Daryl used his finger to motion you to come down, you listened and placed a kiss on his lips. “We can start tryin’ tomorrow.” He told you with a grin. “Righ’ now, I jus’ wanna feel ya next to me.”
(A/n) ➳ I will admit, this may be the longest post that I ever wrote. This was an original idea for Judas but I scrapped it. But I may turn this into another series, obviously when JUDAS is finished. THIS CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE.
Word Count ➳ 4.7k
Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader (Reader has hair long enough to use a clip/likes sandwiches), alcohol/smoking use, light sexual themes, religious themes if you squint, stalkerish Daryl, mentions of violence…
JUDAS Masterlist
THE SIGN TO THE DINER HAD JUST TURNED ON.
Your manager had spent his own buck getting the sign back up and running, only to announce that the diner would now be open 24/7, all day, all night. You found it hilarious that he was now waiting outside with the rest of you, taking a cigarette from Mandy as he pouted.
“You’d think everyone would be runnin’ to come and eat here.” He mumbled, flicking the unfinished cigarette into the puddle, much to Mandy’s displeasure. He got back up and looked around the street. No cars in sight, no civilians in sight either.
“Maybe if you had just advertised it-”
“I was strapped for cash.” He replied hastily. He perked up with joy when he saw a car but realized it was one of the cooks scheduled for the night.
“Why pour your heart and soul into a place that doesn’t even pay you better than us?”
He shrugged his shoulders, coming back to sit down on the sidewalk. “Figured it’ll get us more of a cash flow. Hey Jack.” He waved at his cook coming by with a bag.
“Hey, boss.” Jack replied back, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw the sign. “When did we go 24/7?”
“Tonight!” He proudly stated. “You like it?”
“...No offense boss, it looks like bullshit.”
Mandy began to snicker, probably just to stick it to your manager after he tossed her cigarette. In response, he began to grumble. “But it’s summer!” He whined, throwing his hands in the air. “Teens should be wandering the streets, going to clubs, stopping by for a drink, maybe a snack!”
“We don’t have a liquor license.” You commented.
If your manager didn’t slump now, he totally was. Sure, the owner treated you all like crap, your manager was the opposite. He seemed to have the drive to turn a shitty diner into something better, and if you heard him correctly, then he had a dream to open his own diner.
Key word. Had.
You weren’t sure if the information you heard about him was correct, but it was likely he had his own diner, but his family was trash in which they demanded he support all of them, who were all unemployed. He tried his best to keep his family separate from his business but it was clear it didn’t work and he was forced to close its doors.
You felt for your manager, but it wasn’t your place to say anything. So whatever crazy plan your manager had, you always went along with it. So when he asked if you were available to work nights, you jumped at the opportunity even though you found it strange since you weren’t aware of the 24/7 change.
But you’re too busy munching on your sandwich to notice your manager rushing back inside, it’s the sound of bikes in the distance. It sounded like it was a group of them.
“Get in!” He said, happily, his smile wide as he ushered everyone in. “Get back to the stand Annie!”
“I’m goin’, I’m goin’.” Her host stand was more like a desk. It showed how much your manager cared for everyone. It was a comfortable place for everyone, unlike other managers, he didn’t mind everyone congregating at the host stand.
He actually liked it.
You were chilling at the booth, catching up with Luke who was getting a new pot of coffee for everyone. Once you finished your sandwich Annie was guiding a group of bikers to the largest table the diner had, probably was pushed together. You didn’t know.
You were eating your sandwich.
Each of them dressed differently, the only similar thing they had was a black leather jacket that had names on the back of them.
Peter, Thomas, Matthew, Phillip… The list continued.
But a pair walked in front of the rest, a man and a woman.
She was beautiful. God, she was fucking beautiful. She had her own jacket and walked side by side with her presumed man. And you knew she was treated like a goddess.
You waved down Luke, keeping your eyes on her. You only know you grabbed his attention when he hands you a cup of coffee. “Have you seen them around?”
“Why ask me?” He cocked an eyebrow, though you didn’t see, it was a habit of his… Okay you wouldn’t say it was a habit, more like he liked doing it too much that it was expected of him.
“You know bikes, you know your way around bikes… So?”
“...Time to time I did. Mainly at shows, it seems like she hosted them.”
If she couldn’t get any hotter…
“You gotta get me into one.”
“Like hell I will.” James then left the booth to assist Mandy with the table. It was slow, so they could afford having help for once.
Your manager was around the corner, a clipboard in hand. Most likely reviewed the stats of the diner or placing another order, but he took glances to the table. It made you smile that your manager was smiling.
You just sat at the booth and waited for someone to come in and be in your section. You sipped your coffee, and hummed. Luke remembered how you liked it, though you didn’t need coffee.
It wasn’t everyday you get the chance to work night shifts, oftentimes you’d go home after work and lie awake. You remember every mark on your ceiling, able to count sheep into the thousands, and tire yourself out without sleeping.
You hated it.
You always craved sleep.
You envied those who were able to do so.
Though you could be out with friends, you preferred being on your feet and at work. Maybe it was weird of you to enjoy being at work rather than being with friends, maybe… Maybe you didn’t know what to do or think of yourself anymore.
“Think I could grab a coffee?”
“Your server will be out with the drinks soon.” You said.
When did he sit next to you? Why did it have to be next to you? There were plenty of open seats at the booth.
You turned to your right and saw him. One of the bikers. You looked back at the table and they didn’t notice his missing presence. You weren’t surprised, you didn’t miss him either.
He shook his head. “I like how ya make ‘em.”
“That was years ago.” You commented, about to take another sip of your coffee only to have to pull it away from his reaching hand. “Back off, Daryl.”
Right… You didn’t explain.
You knew Daryl back when you started college, an all paid experience by your parents who wanted you to get something at least. You, for some reason, didn’t have a drive for something. You were fine working a simple job. Your father wanted you to join the navy or join a field where you could explore the world while your mother wanted you to join a fashion related field, become a designer like her.
But it just didn’t interest you. Nothing did.
Yet you cared for your parents and they were worried, they wanted you to finish college at least, coming to the agreement that you’d study anything as long as you went.
And they paid, as well as a college dorm with a couple of girls. It was a party that they pushed you and then left you alone at where you met Daryl. You just bumped into him but he didn’t go away after that.
He was always around somehow, but never liked by the other students.
He was too rude, too brash, aggressive, silent, quiet, nervous, cold, quick…
You weren’t sure what he was, he was just Daryl to you.
It was your third year when Daryl stopped coming around, you didn’t question it, and you didn’t think twice.
But now here he was, older, his hair was darker and noticeably longer. Though he looked a bit rougher, there was a glint in his eyes that let you know that he was content… Happy.
“Missed me, (Y/n)?”
“No. I didn’t have to worry about someone stealin’ my crackers.”
“Ne’er did tell me where ya got ‘em.”
“And never plan to.”
Daryl turned his back to the booth so he could lean against it. “Strange findin’ ya still ‘ere. Figured ya would be off at Florida or some shit.”
You snickered at that. Another thing that didn’t interest you, leaving Georgia. It was enough for you, friends, your job, and or home.
“No, I jus’ finished college and went job hopping until I came here.” You answered.
Daryl nodded a couple times before you both sat in silence. He clicked his tongue after a while. “...You ain’t up to much?” You shook your head. “C’mon.”
“I’m not, Daryl. Haven’t been for a long time.”
“Why not?”
“It’s not me.”
Before Daryl could say anything, he was called back to the table. But not by his name, but on the name of his jacket-
“Judas! Get over here.”
Daryl cleared his throat and stood up, fixing his jacket. “I’ll… Catch ya ‘round-”
“Here.” You held out your mug to him. “Have it, I don’t need it.”
Daryl looked at the mug and then at you. He gave you a slight smile and took it, his hand touching yours for a second. “See ya soon.”
“Right.” You got as he walked back to his table. You stretched your arms and legs, in which Annie came up to you, notifying you about another table. A tipsy one but a couple were sober.
It was six in the morning Lydia showed up to her shift, relieving you. You clocked out and went into the back and to your locker. Though small, it was one of the few things you took pride in. It had stickers of your interests, photos of your family and friends, even old pets that you will forever miss.
You unclipped your hair, setting it down in the locker and undid your waist apron to only throw it in there with the rest of your stuff.
You threw your bag over your shoulder and left, on your way out, you made sure to say your goodbyes to everyone before heading out the door. The walk home was a fifteen minute walk, it’s quiet even with the same bike passing by every couple of minutes.
You gain suspicion until you notice it was the group from before, not all of them and they looked to be in different clothing.
You approached your door and stood as you searched for your keys in your bag, after fumbling you opened your door and shut it, making sure it was locked. You hung your keys by the coat rack and dropped your bag.
You beelined straight to your bathroom, wanting to scrub off the scent of food off you. You moaned when the hot water touched your skin, you stayed in longer than you should, even turning the water hotter whenever it became cold.
Once finished, you walked around in your towel for a bit, looking for food before changing into a top and shorts to relax on your couch while looking for something to watch.
But someone knocking made you groan, you debated if you should answer but then the knocking again made you choose. You grumbled and mumbled and opened the door, swinging it open.
You were caught off guard as it was early in the morning, and Daryl was standing there. His hands were in the pockets of his jacket.
“What’s got you here now?” You questioned him. “And how?”
Daryl pulled out a clip, yours, from his pocket. “Left on the table, yer gettin’ forgetful.”
You raised your eyebrows as you took it from his hands. “I ain’t, it was in my locker.” You threw it over your shoulder as you kept eye contact. “But keep talkin’.” You giggled.
Daryl knew he was caught but kept his composure, even smiled a bit. “Passed by you walkin’. Saw a couple apartments for rent, then remembered ya liked smaller places.”
Studio apartments.
Large houses with many rooms made you uncomfortable, paranoid, not even cameras would put you to ease.
“So, you’ve come all the way here just to leave my hair clip?”
“I’ve come to see a friend. Maybe she’ll let me in.”
“You have five hours.”
“I thought I had eight?”
“You had, you lost it when my roommate found you lurking in the fridge.”
“I was hungry!”
“So you stole her pot of pasta?”
“...Her shitty boyfriend was a damn good cook.”
You stepped aside and motioned him to come in. “You then happened to give a right hook to the jaw.”
“He insulted ya.” Daryl countered but walked right in.
You were outside like before with another sandwich in hand but this time, you were on break and the diner had a couple more tables than before. After convincing your manager to finally advertise the new time.
You were on break, enjoying the company of Daryl who just happened to be free. But you knew him, he was always home with his brother or out doing something, you weren’t sure what but something.
You both sat a couple feet away from the door, in silence but comfortable. Daryl was smoking while you happily enjoyed your sandwich.
“So…” You started, your voice muffled as you were still chewing but you swallowed quickly. “Who’s that pretty woman from the night before?”
“Who’s askin’?”
“Me.” You snickered. “But seriously, who is she? She seems like a big deal.”
“She’s the boss’s woman, so yeah, she’s a big deal.”
“You think there’s a room for a trio?”
Daryl choked on his smoke, making him drop his cigarette as he used to hand to hit his chest. “The hell ya mean?!”
“The woman is drop dead gorgeous.” You commented, taking the final bite of your sandwich.
He managed to catch his breath, but panted. “I didn’t hear that.” He mumbled, standing to his feet.
You chuckled and did the same, wiping your hands on your apron. “Get lost, Dixon. My break’s done.”
“C’mon-”
“Get.” You gave him a push, “Go on. Ride or break the law. I’ll see you later tonight or whenever.”
You returned inside with Annie smiling at you. You smiled back at her, heading to the backrooms to clock back in and return to work. One table after the other, there was a party going down the street, and your manager was around.
To you, it looked like he was enjoying a party he hosted.
You brought drinks to a table, food to the other, checked in on the rest before Annie came to your side, walking by you.
“I sat you another, one guy.” Annie told you, rubbing your shoulder before running off. She knew when it came to sitting too many people, but you were next and you told her you needed cash.
You couldn’t exactly blame her.
You grabbed the menu from the pile and headed over to the table, but you perked up a little, seeing Daryl sitting there, looking all over made you laugh a bit.
You sat the menu down for him to look at. “Are introductions needed?”
“I’ve come for the service.” He smiled, leaning back.
“I’m (Y/n) and I’ll be your server.” You pulled out your notepad and pen. “What can I get started for you?”
“Yer coffee, how ya like it.” He answered. “And I’ll get fries.”
“Anythin’ else? We have spaghetti.”
“Ya ain’t ever gonna let it go.” Daryl groaned.
“You almost got me booted from the dorms.”
“But ya didn’t.”
You laughed. “My specialty coffee and fries.” You wrote it down. “It’s coming right out, just give us a few.”
You walked behind the booth, grabbing the mug and the pitcher of coffee. Cream and sugar, mainly sugar, a bit of cream… You were unsure what was so special about it, you taught it to him before.
“Just some fries please.” You said, adding the ticket to the rest of them.
“You gonna put a rush on it?” Jack sneered from the kitchen. “A little present for your man?”
“Focus on cookin’ the food please, and don’t burn it please.”
“It wasn’t me.”
“You’re tellin’ me that the man who made the speciality meal didn’t burn said meal?”
“I was jus’ excited.”
“Make the damn fries please.”
“You didn’t have to drive all this way.” You unbuckled the helmet off your head, handing it to Daryl.
“It’s dangerous to walk home.” He followed behind you, entering and he closed the door himself.
“It’s six in the mornin’.” You kicked off his shoes. “You went home and then came back. And you ain’t goin’ home now.”
Daryl shrugged. “Wanted to see yer place.” He commented, looking around.
“You saw it yesterday.”
“Liked it.”
You hummed. “In which, you ain’t layin’ in my bed or couch unless you shower.”
Daryl snapped around, hastily slipping off his jacket to toss on said couch. “Does the shower include ya?” He whispered as he leaned in, feeling his hot breath against your ear.
His hands come to cup your face and lift it, pulling back slightly to place his lips onto yours but he’s met with the palm of your hand.
“Go and shower Dixon. I can smell the beer and smoke off you.”
He pulled back but his hands didn’t move. “...Yes ma’am.”
Daryl came out of the shower twenty minutes later, you made him shower an extra five minutes. You took his advice on what channel to watch for a good soap opera, you sat him down on a pillow while you dried his hair.
“Ya ain’t gotta do that.” Daryl chuckled, brushing his hair out of face only for you to push back.
“Just wanna make sure your hair is done.”
“Or yer havin’ too much fun.”
“...It’s softer than mine.”
After a couple more minutes, you let him lay down next to you, his arm coming over your waist while on his side. He reeked of your body wash, but you had no problem about it.
The soap opera was more interesting than you thought, adult children fighting with their father, then his wife, then their mother, then another wife. And there were problems right after another but it kept everything entertaining.
Daryl’s thumb rubbed your side, slowly sliding closer to you until he laid on your chest. He could hear your heart beat, it was slow and relaxed, in turn made him relax.
He closed his eyes but looked up after a moment. Your eyes were on the ceiling. “Hey.” He softly nudged you. “Still have trouble sleepin’?”
“It’s the mornin’.”
“Ya worked all night.” He countered, sitting up to switch positions so you laid on his chest this time. “Don’ gotta sleep, jus’ relax.”
You snorted, staring at the TV. “Kinda hard when all you want to do is sleep.”
It became the norm for Daryl to come lurk around the diner around your break and for him to grab a table in your section. And then when you would get off, he would take you home, staying exactly five hours before heading out.
You knew he practically changed his sleep schedule just for you, you could see it whenever you passed by his table, his eyes fluttered shut but kept them open, he struggled to stay awake.
But you were nervous. Not from Daryl, no, never, he makes you feel relaxed. You were nervous cause Daryl thought of the idea of bringing you to a club he and his group of bikers frequent.
You first rejected the idea, crowded places were another you didn’t like. But when Daryl mentioned the woman, multiple outfits came to mind. Obviously you were joking, you’d get to hang out with Daryl outside of your home.
So with another server, James, covering your night shift, you dressed for the club with Daryl. You rode with him obviously, and still not used to the power of his motorcycle.
You were certain that your grip was going to leave marks, bruises even. But the wiping wind felt exciting, you even threw your head back and put an arm in the air as he passed by cars, his speed quickening. Sadly the ride came to an end when he pulled into the parking lot, parking his bike with the rest of his group who were already inside.
Daryl threw his arm over your shoulder as you both passed the long line, giving a nod to the bouncer who let you pass without looking twice.
Totally not illegal… Maybe.
You were immediately hit by the bass of electronic beats, hard liquor and flashing lights. You wondered what it would be like coming in high off your mind. But you kept close to Daryl as you led you upstairs where another bouncer was waiting by the door.
“Judas.” The bouncer nodded to him. “And she?”
“Ma guest.” Daryl answered for you. “Everybody ‘ere?”
“Still waitin’ on Simon and Peter. Bartholomew ran off with a stranger-”
“Stripper?”
“Yep, but everyone else is ‘ere.” He opened the door for you both to enter. “Enjoy yerselves.”
Daryl grinned ear to ear. “C’mon.”
The layout of the club was weird to you. Upstairs was a bar, but more crowded, like any other bar. But underneath was a club…
“Why were you askin’ about them?”
“It’s mora check in thing.” He explained, taking you to a table where you can sit. “We tend to wander off fer days. Some of us can go months.”
“Do you?”
Daryl shrugged. “Depends what ‘m up to.”
You noted that guys of his group were scattered around the bar, enjoying themselves in the company of friends or women. But the woman was chatting with her man, they both looked displeased about something, probably Bartholomew going off with a stranger.
Judging from everything you’ve seen. They were all close, probably knew each other for years or maybe their whole lives.
Which was why you didn’t question the strange looks when some of the patrons walked past you. Just you.
Daryl caught onto it, grabbing a cigarette to smoke. “Don’ worry, they’ll like ya soon.” He lit up the cigarette and brought it to his lips to inhale and smoke it out. “Need somethin’ to drink?”
“I can get it myself. Want somrethin’?”
“Whiskey and coke.”
You headed towards the bar where it wasn’t as crowded as much. But you took a seat until it was your turn to order. “Can I get a shot of tequila and a whiskey and coke?” The bartender was a silent woman but she wrote it down and got to work. “Thank you.”
“Excuse me, my dear.” The woman sat beside you. “I don’ believe we’ve met.”
She dressed exquisitely. Yes, you used the word exquisitely because that’s how she looked, what she gave.
Her hair was done, knowing it was smooth and silky to the touch. A black bandana was wrapped around her head accompanied with black eyeliner that went under her eyes and bold red lipstick.
Heeled boots, fishnets, shorts, tube top with her own jacket… This woman was amazingly gorgeous.
“I’m (Y/n), Daryl’s friend.”
She grinned. “Judas finally brought a woman. I’m Mary.” She stuck out her hand for you to shake, which you happily did. “I do hope yer enjoyin’ yerself.”
“I never seen anythin’ like this before.”
Mary chuckled. “We try to keep it a low profile, but friends brin’ friends. We jus’ ask ‘em to forget everythin’ after.” She patted your back lightly. “Enjoy yerself with ‘im. Drinks on the house.”
Mary left you to join her man while you were giggling on the inside. You turned to the drinks waiting for you, you grabbed them and took them back to the table.
“So…” You started as you handed him his drink. “I met Mary.”
Daryl froze for a moment before collecting himself, he took a sip. “Did ya now?”
“She said the drinks were on the house.”
He hummed. “She’s a generous woman.” You sat back down, tapping your finger on your glass a couple of times. “Ya ain’t gonna drink?”
“I am.” You countered, quickly downing your tequila. You coughed and cleared your throat, patting your chest.
“Easy now.”
“I’m fine.”
“Liar.”
“...It just makes me wonder what you’ve been up to after graduation.”
Daryl sighed, putting out his barely touched cigarette. “I never graduated.”
“What? Why?”
“Dropped out, had to deal with Merle.”
Right… His brother.
“I’m sorry.”
He shrugged. “Wasn’t gonna do much.”
“Daryl-”
“It don’ matter, (Y/n). ‘M okay.”
“If you say.”
You hoped that you didn’t offend him. You figured he went to study in another college, refusing to believe what the other students would say about him. But it made you feel guilty too, like you said before, you didn’t think twice when he left, you honestly forgot about him.
Daryl sighed again before grabbing your hand. “Join me, will ya.” He took you away from the table and to the floor where others joined together, seemed like a slow song started to play-
“Don’ think ‘bout the past. Jus’ lose yerself in the moment.” He told you, placing one of his hands on your waist while guiding yours to wrap around his neck, having you both sway to the music. “I really missed ya.”
“You missed the girl who took care of you.”
“Yeah, but ya seemed to be the only one.”
“You need better standards, Dixon.”
He snorted. “Like yer’s were better.”
“Change of topic-”
“Go righ’ ahead.”
“It is nice seein’ you Daryl.”
He cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “Do keep talkin’.”
“I ain’t goin’ too if you keep lookin’ at me like that.”
“Like what?” He murmured as he began to lean in. “I wanna hear ya.”
You slipped from his grasp, doing a spin behind him with a grin. He turned to meet you, his smirk still on his lips. But you grabbed his arm, bringing him in again.
“I wanna hear you say it first.”
“Playin’ that game?”
“Dance with me Dixon.”
It was almost four in the morning when you arrived at your apartment, you were a bit tipsy unlike Daryl who had that one drink. You could walk but you did enjoy using him to help you walk, he reached into your purse for your keys and helped you inside your apartment.
“Sit down.” He told you while going through your drawers for a shirt but when he lazily searched, he decided to take off his and give it to you, having an undershirt underneath.
“Need help?” He asked you.
“No.” You replied.
You stood up to take off your shirt and unclip your bra, you tossed it a random corner of your room and turned to Daryl with a hand out.
Daryl did his best to keep eye contact without taking a single glance at your chest. But he took off his shirt and watched you put it on him.
You sat back down on your bed and laid back, moaning as your back hit the mattress. But Daryl grabbed the towel he decided was his and headed to the bathroom.
“Where are you goin’?” You questioned him.
“You don’ like it when I’m in yer bed without showerin’.”
“Doesn’t matter anymore.” You snickered, patting the open space next to you. “Come.”
You kept your eyes glued on him, and kept his on you. He dropped his towel and did his belt to slip off his jeans, slowly he walked to your bed, laying right next to you.
“Wanna watch a movie?” He whispered.
“You can choose.”
He grunted but grabbed the remote from your bedside table, he turned to the TV, going through channels. You carefully trailed your hands over his shirt, you even felt him shiver once.
He laid back down on your bed, not wasting time to lay back on your chest, your hands coming to massage his scalp. His arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close.
“Can you stay the night?” You asked out of the blue.
“Five hours to overnight?”
You tugged at his hair, making him look at you. “Don’t push it Dixon.”
