✧ summary: In which the son of sparda carved his way through infinite timelines, willing to break the very fabric of reality just to feel your warmth in his arms again.
The golden rays of the sunlight drooped down through the sheer curtains, illuminating your skin as it glowed under the warm touch. But just then, heavy footsteps erupted from behind you, successfully stealing your attention as you tore your eyes from the calming view before you.
"My love, what brings you here?" You gasped in a cheerful tone after noticing your lover walking up to you from a distance. He was silent as he walked; his eyebrows were furrowed and his lips quivered—painting his face with sorrow and guilt.
What had happened?
"Dear, are you alright?" You stood up on your feet, hurriedly running towards his with a concerned look.
"Vergil?" You asked once again.
Instead of responding, he gently placed his palm on the side of your face; caressing you as if you were a fragile art. The touch was indeed gentle, yet filled with uncertainty and doubt. Vergil hesitated for a moment, but after letting out a long exhale—he slowly raised his gaze to meet yours.
His eyes were bloodshot red, it looked sore and puffy. He looked exhausted.
"What happ-" before you could finish your sentence, he immediately pulled you in a warm embrace, filling in the gap with longing and a hint of relief.
"I- please I'm so sorry my love" he breathed out, repeating his words of apology like a chant.
You were indeed baffled by this sudden action, clearly not having a single clue behind his unusual behavior. He was never a man who would shed a tear at any situation, let alone let out a single expression of submission.
"I was wrong, I- it's all my fault" Vergil kept ranting out, he pressed his forehead on your shoulders and he spoke, warm droplets of tears began staining your clothes, seeping through the material and onto your skin.
"I lost you, and I couldn't live up to it-- I... I lo-" he was shaking uncontrollably in your embrace, you had no other option than to calm him down with soft and steady pats while shushing away his apologies.
"hey, hey.. calm down" you softly whispered against his ear, "I'm here, I'm right here" you continued, reassuring him that everything is going to be okay. But through your efforts, it seemed like it only further fueled his guilt.
Your free hand began to reach out to his great-sword, The Yamato. But In this exact moment your fingertips touched the tilt, you finally felt it; His despair, his sorrow and his madness, flowing through him as it delivered the most terrifying image right up your mind—striking your vision as it blurred through your pupils.
It was a vision with none other than you, your body laying limp in the hands of the demon king—Mundus. You witnessed your own body withering in its touch, leaving back a trail of sharp and thorny vine as it grew into a gruesome root of destruction.
"I-i, what?" You gasped out, terrified from what you saw.
it just doesn't make any sense, none of this does. Vergil was supposed to be away at the moment. But here he was, shedding tears of remorse as he held on to you dearly.
"please don't go, please." He begged, his voice cracking at each word, his arms clinging to you harder—not daring to let you go. "I tried everything- I promise.. I did" he sobbed harder, deeply submerged into the feeling of madness.
".. just a little longer.." Vergil gazed at you with his puffy and stained eyes as if it were begging for you to stay in this position with him. "Shh shh, it's okay. I'm right here" you whispered. "I'm not going anywhere" you continued, pouring every last drop of your soul to comfort your saddened lover.
But merely seconds later, you felt a piece of yourself beginning to wither away; just like what you saw in the vision. Your lips quivered in fear, clinging harder in the embrace.
"Please not now, I beg you-- please stay with me" he begged harder, refusing to let go of the tight hold he had on you. He panicked as he rummaged around your figure, only for you to remain by his side.
Then you felt it, a sharp and striking pain surging on your chest, you immediately glanced down—just to be met with a crimson red stain seeping through your top. You winced in pain, the feeling was unbearable the more you inhaled.
"Vergil, take care of yourself for me.. okay?" seconds before you faded away under the bright light of the sun, you accepted your fate. "N-no, I beg you. NO!" he screamed out. You gently wiped away his tears with your thumb, spending your last moments whispering apologies for leaving him behind in this cruel world.
By the time he managed to part his lips to speak, you had fully withered away. The spot where you last placed your fingers were wildly throbbing against him, still carrying your lingering and soft touch as he exhaled deeply.
Tearing his eyelids awake, he felt a trail of tears flowing down his cheeks. He was back in the demon realm, tucked away in his own chamber, surrounded by towers of ancient and forgotten books in an attempt to travel through endless timelines and across the multiverse of madness.
In other words, he was abusing both his own power and the power of the Yamato. It was forbidden and nearly impossible to cut through the fabric of time, the consequences were far beyond imagination and the sacrifice it requires was sickening than hell itself.
But of course, he'd do it for you—the love of his life.
But in the previous universe, it marked the 679th time he had failed his attempt to get you back. Every single time he travelled in a different verse, he had to first get rid of his other version inside that verse. But at the time he finally sees you, you begin slipping away further from him.
There was no denying it, there was nothing he could do to get you back. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how many worlds he travelled, how many timelines he altered. You were destined to wither away, just like in the forsaken vision mundus had created.
Clutching his chest in rage, the last remaining strain of sanity stripped even thinner; his mind pieced the last remnants of you, your smile, your laugh, your scent. Every single thing about you.
You were the only one who can make him feel like so.. seen. A mere mortal who successfully captivated a half-bred's heart in just a touch. It was you who he needed, you and no one else.
His tears flowed freely as it glided down his face. Every sob he let out was yet another wish the Gods would cruelly decline. Now all he has left was himself and the haunting memories of the only person who believed in him.
He collapsed hard on the ground beneath him, gasping desperately for air as he felt his body ache in silent cries of protest. He had used up all his energy in order to unlock the previous portal, but again in the end—he failed to get you back.
Time and space became nothing more than a labyrinth of echoes, and yet he traversed every corner of it for you. He bled through alternate realities and fractured timelines, braving the endless dark, all to close his eyes against the void and hold you in his arms once more.
A journey across eternity, just to steal one more second of your breath against his soul.
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🍪 => miix's café n bakery [master-list]
a/n: this was definitely a tough one, I wasn't able to express my words well and this was pretty much disappointing and.. well shit 😔
pairings | Minho x fem!reader | "I'll pull out" ;)
Genre/warnings ⚠️ | fluff n' crack | mentions about sex n pregnancy | freaky minho [confession...?]| Newt wanting to be an uncle | Chuck being dragged in it as well...
Synopsis: dragged inside a small hut, Newt kept bombarding you with questions regarding on sex for two whole hours. Being tired of his extreme imaginative thoughts, Minho decided to join in the debate, as well as helping you answer all his flooding thoughts.
"okay, newt. I don't think we should be talking about this anymore" you sighed, letting out a small chuckle as you shook your head.
"what? why is that so" he asked, his accent spilling out with a look of confusion painting his face.
you couldn't help but to chuckle even harder at his innocent question, truth to be told is that the both of you had spent nearly two whole hours discussing things about pregnancy. Well in a sense, you were barely twenty-years old and not planning to have descendants yet. But here he was blabbering and bombarding you questions about the cause and effects on sex, which was funny to say the least.
"well, are you trying to get someone pregnant?" You tilted your head, watching as his eyes widened in disbelief.
"absolutely not! come to think of it, how could i? you're the only female in this whole glade and there is absolutely no way do I want you to get pregnant" Newt explained with a firm tone, while also furrowing his eyebrows.
"not that having sex here is a good idea" he added, making you nod with agreement.
just before you could open your mouth to speak, the door of the hut swung open, revealing a chuck and the famous runner next to him
"what's sex?" Chuck spoke up cheerfully, making you choke on your saliva by his sudden question.
"hey chuck, what doings do you have here?" Newt stood up from his seat, trying to change the topic immediately as he inched closer to greet him.
"oh hey there Minho" he smiled, leaning his arm on the doorway, blocking you from the runner's view. Minho raised his eyebrows in suspicion before clearing his throat to speak.
"was wondering if Frypan's with you guys" he traced out, his eyes still locked on your figure on the chair drinking warm tea. You felt his eyes burning holes into your hand, so the first thing you did was to ask him, "wanna join?" You smiled offering him a new cup of tea whilst patting the empty seat next to you.
"sure, I'll join" he accepted almost immediately, making his way past newt to pull the seat beside you for him to rest.
"hey chuck, i want you to ask Alby if he saw frypan anywhere Kay?" Minho called for chuck, earning a fast nod from the boy before running off to find Alby.
Once he disappears, Newt headed back to where the both of you were sitting, eager to continue his previous topic about sex education which was somewhat not useful in the glade in this while.
Before he could continue his embarrassing question, you were fast to ask minho about his mission to find frypan, completely shutting Newt's chance to terror Minho with his question.
"well, it's nothing big, i just kinda owe him something yesterday" Minho smiled
"oh great, I thought you were finally going to complain to him about how horrid his stew was last night" you rolled your eyes playfully, earning a snicker from the runner beside you.
"that's not very nice of you" Newt joined in the laugh, speaking up about the mysterious floating ingredients in the stew they all had.
To be fair you weren't that insensitive, living in this kind of environment, necessities surely had a limit, especially when it comes to seasoning. Frypan was already trying his best to pick out what seemed like "natural seasoning" from the wild, even when they were either just leaves or flower petals.
After the laughter died down, Minho was the first to speak out about the previous topic which you tried so hard to change.
"So, what's it about sex?" He asked, raising his left eyebrows in need of explanation
"oh god, not you too" you cringed, covering your face in embarrassment as you held in a laugh. Newt on the other hand looked more like interested than embarrassed, wanting to know more on what he could know from Minho.
"so that's the thing here" Newt put his serious face mode on, "basically the day before, i have heard others talk about this some sort of phenomenon where women went through pregnancy" Newt traced, making sure Minho follows
"uh, huh" Minho looked amused, he didn't know where the conversation was going but it sure looked like Newt was fully invested in it.
"so it occurred to him, what if there was a scenario where someone here in the glade could get pregnant" you continued, summarizing the words newt was about to say.
"yes! exactly" newt exclaimed, nodding his head as he darted his eyes back to Minho.
Minho looked puzzled at the thought, taking his time to picture the image of literal babies being born inside the Glade, the thought of the cries of one sent shivers tickling his spine in disgust, "Hell no, you want babies in the glade?" Minho snorted
"Well why not? We could maybe build a larger community here by having kids continuing the generation" Newt looked too pure about this whole scenario and it was straight up laughable from how he's saying it.
"huh, never thought about that" Minho squinted his eyes with a puff, "but you know what we should be focusing right now?" He traced, earning a curious look from your face, "it's to get out of here Newt. I don't want to waste my old age in a scape surrounded by tall walls and dangerous machinery walking at night to have gladers for dinner" Minho continued, also giving him a long explanation about why having babies are not ideal in a place like this one.
"True, he got a point" you sipped on your tea, ears opened to follow their never-ending debate on sex and pregnancy. As embarrassing as it was, you were pretty much entertained by each and one of their comebacks, until Newt decided to speak up.
"okay how about the both of you try making one, with one baby I'm sure it wouldn't be much of the burden around here, besides i would love to be an uncle" The tea from your mouth came splurting like a waterfall, soon coughing out as you choked with both the tea and the saliva
Minho couldn't process anything, after noticing you were in need of help, he was quick to pat your back; still trying to process his words from earlier
On the other hand Newt gave both of you a cheerful grin, satisfied at his own saying. "Look the only advice I could give to you is tha-"
"shut it you slint-head" you spoke in between coughs.
"look I'm telling you, this just isn't the place for babies Newt" Minho explained, clearly frustrated at Newt's crazy imaginations of having to be an uncle. "We have chuck already, you could try and be his uncle"
Newt looked as if he was sulking, his arms crossed Infront of his chest, becoming silent from the words that spilled out of Minho's mouth.
"okay then, go ahead and picture this" Newt started again, earning a sigh from you continued with a laugh from the Asian beside you. "Let's just say that the both of you are having sex"
"wait wHaT?" your voice cracked as you stared hard at Newt, your head empty—letting the words flow past your head. Minho on the other hand looked intrigued, he was dead silent. Hands In front of him, hearing every word that came out of the boy before him
"see, how will you NOT get pregnant if you guys have sex?" Newt continued his question, slowly getting impatient, watching Minho taking his time to think
"okay hold on, this is going too far. I am not having sex and i am not going to be a mother yet" you laughed nervously, attempted to kill down the topic.
"it's almost time for dinner let's--"
"I'll pull out" Minho spoke with a straight-face, answering Newt's question while also looking at him dead in the eye.
"interesting" Newt nodded, hands on his chin; looking as if he's about to ask another foul and extreme question about the dangerous topic and it felt Illegal.
"guys come onnnnn" you began to be irritated at their behavior, not only were they talking about a sensitive topic, they straight up ignored your presence in the room as if you didn't exist. Looks like Newt has got Minho attached on the hook as well.
"so you want to have sex with her?" Newt pointed at Minho, then to you. His eyebrows still furrowed, waiting for Minho to answer his question. Your mouth opened in disbelief, soon scoffing at his question then proceeded to await Minho's answer.
It took him a while to think it out, but by the time he was done, he looked pretty smug. "Well sure, why not? As long as she doesn't get pregnant" Minho smirked, giving you a wink.
"MINHO YOU SHANK, YOU-"
Before you could finish your sentence, the door busted open for the second time; revealing the same Chuck from earlier with Frypan right beside him.
"what's a pregnant?" Chuck asked innocently as he blinked away.
"Guess all of you owed him an explanation, he'd been bombarding me with questions about what sex was" Frypan snorted, scratching the back of his head.
"Oh, shuck" you cursed under your breath, lowering your gaze in defeat.
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🍪 => miix's café n bakery [master-list]
a/n=> it's been a while since I posted.. and ofcourse I had to write yet another maze runner fanfic, was working on a Daryl fic but decided to give a quick post of this one first!
(gif not mine!) ~ don't forget to send love and support ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
Summary : In which the keeper of the runners finds himself getting jealous of the new greenie for stealing his "girl's" attention.
Being the keeper of the runners, Minho had thought how the words "falling in love" doesn't seem to fit right inside the Glade.
On a particular day, having to watch a female rather than a male popping up in the metal box, he had come to a conclusion that the creators were indeed messing with them. After that sudden change, he swore to himself that he'd never engage an approach to the female greenie.
It felt unreal to him. He just couldn't get it straight.
Being a runner was already too much for a normal person in the glade, but Minho, he was literally a keeper of the runners. That alone was enough to get him up on his feet at 6 in the morning, heading out inside the maze for a daily observation as usual.
But after you came, things were different; the other runners seemed to have become quite distracted by having you around (including him). Unlatching himself from the hammock, he prepped himself in new clothing for a short run with Ben, but before he could reach down to tie his shoelaces, he saw a familiar figure—you.
You were making your way towards Ben who was beside him with two bottles in your hands, offering the components to Ben, a gentle smile crept up your face. He was awe-struck. Watching you as you turned your back, he exhaled a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding.
"hey, you good?" Ben asked, his eyes filled with concerned, soon tossing one of the bottles towards him.
"Yea, m'fine" Minho grumbled, catching the bottle with his eyes still locked on your figure that was slowly disappearing from his view.
That morning, he ran with his mind circling on you. He had just discovered the news of Alby appointing you as a new member of the med-jacks from Ben, it was pretty handy to say the least. From the amount of accidents that fell upon the gladers, Clint and Jeff would surely love an extra hand.
If there was one thing he'd know about you, that'll be on how extreme the affects you had on him; that smile on your face whenever you caught him staring and that mesmerizing scent of yours that indicates you were there— a few feet away from him. But what he didn't know was that how things between the both of you could make a drastic change in just a small amount of time.
It all started from Newt's unbearable teasing at dinner, claiming on how he saw the you peeking around corners to stare at him from time to time, like a girl who was too afraid to speak with her crush.
But no matter how hard Newt tried to break his shell, he shrugged it off; thinking that Newt was probably just making things up to shove it in his face for what he did last week (he accidentally ate Newt's portion for lunch). However, things then got to a larger scale when Frypan decided to pitch in the already dreadful teasing, And soon Alby.
"tell me, until when are you going to keep that stoic face of yours around the greenie?" Alby laughed softly, gulping down a spoonful of Frypan's diabolic looking stew.
"could you guys stop?" Minho's voice was firm, clearly annoyed by their constant rambling. They had been throwing compliments to you since God knows when, all in an effort to to get him to agree.
"man, just talk to her" frypan nudged his elbow, a shit eating grin crept up his face. "unless you want to be a shy little shank" he added, his tone mocking.
"oh come on Minho, we all know you have a small crush on her" newt snickered, receiving a furious glare from the Asian.
Feeling his senses overlapped with irritation, he stood up; stomping away from the group, hearing playful laughs emerged from behind him. With the small tray in his hands, he ventured off—spotting a quiet spot near one of the trees next to his hammock.
With Newt's sentence engraved deep inside his mind, he sat down, sighing to himself as he recalled his actions for the past week. What Newt said was entirely true, there was this foreign feeling stirring inside and it scared the shit out of him. He didn't know what it was, but it felt like he was drawn to you as if you were a magnet.
Just before he could gobble up the rest of his meal, a shadowy figure followed by a tender voice suddenly emerged from beside him. It was your voice. you were there a few feet away from him, staring at him innocently, fidgeting your fingers.
What the hell?
"uhm hi" you waved awkwardly, staring at the boy who had himself frozen in his spot. "do you mind?" You asked softly, pointing at the unoccupied space beside him.
There was an uncomfortable silence for a while, shrugging the weight on his mind, he decided to let you over schooch over next to him. Settling yourself down to the thick pile of grass, He cringed at himself, feeling your figure dangerously close next to his.
He never had such an interaction with you, it all felt mortifying. Heck maybe even scarier than encountering a griever on a morning run in the maze.
Noticing his movements becoming stiff, you attempted to start a conversation with him to cut the thick air. You wanted to get to know him even more without pressuring either Newt or Alby with your bombarding questions about the boy. Truth to be told, ever since your arrival at the glade, it was only normal for the gladers to keep a distance from you. You were a girl after all, and it felt as if you were an anomaly there.
However now, with you sitting beside the keeper of the runners, waves of blood started to surge up your cheeks, painting it with a deep color of red, you were a blushing mess. Just a few weeks of staying here, you had realized that you might develop quite the liking towards the runner.
For you, it all started from the lingering glances of his whenever you're near, and how the air around enriched with unspoken words between the both of you. You were only interested at first, but as time goes by, it bloomed into something else you couldn't point out.
"so, I've heard a lot about you" you spoke, your hands slinged on your knees which were pressed against your chest.
Minho raised his left eyebrow, turning his face to meet your displayed side profile. "What?" He asked, clearly curious about your sudden remark.
Your head slowly turned to meet his gaze, your signature smile forming on your face. "I heard that you've been secretly watching over me for a while now, always quietly staring at me from afar"
He blinked furiously, taken aback by your words. How did you know?
"I-uh.." Minho was at lost for words, not knowing what he should do to stop this unbearable feeling grow inside him. Should he just get up and run?
"you know, what made it funny is that how hard you're trying to avoid me" you giggled, a faint pink color rushed into his cheeks as he blinked.
Minho looked dumbfounded by your words, his head spiralling on the thought of you catching him creep around the corners like a stalker.
"what? No?" He sounded more like questioing than denying, soon after he sighed; unable to form a sentence with his brain being a pathetic mess.
"hey, what's the matter?" You laughed, hands rubbing the back of your neck as you darted your eyes back to the view in front of you
"it's all good, just wanna say i like you too" you continued, voice getting quieter on every words. The confidence came out of nowhere, you were pretty sure he liked you. Well at least that was what Newt said a few nights before.
Minho still had himself frozen, processing the words that spilled form your pink lips. It had just been a three weeks since you came, so why would he catch those stupid feelings easily. What had gotten into you that night?
"what do you mean?" Minho furrowed his eyebrows, his voice deeper with concern.
"uh..? You like me, don't you?" You tilted your head, surprised at his reaction.
Minho scoffed at your question, you must've had too much of gally's secret drink that night judging from all the nonsense you spoke. "Have you lost your mind?" That sounded like a mock.
Your heart began to hammer against your chest, had Newt been wrong all this time?
An overwhelming silence fell upon the both of you, the cold air blew against your skin in the dead silence, the strands of hair on the sides of your face danced freely with the wind.
"I..." You didn't know what to say, you felt humiliation crept up your exposed skin; your face now red with embarrassment. "look what i meant was-"
"no, i don't like you" Lies. He was in a state of denial, just because he ought to think that he wasn't ready. You were perfect, just too perfect for him.
"Just forget about it"
Those were his last words before he began dusting himself off the ground, gripping hard on the tray of empty bowl as he stormed away to join the others again. He felt his heart swelled; pounding harder with each step he took, his breath heavy and chills came trickling down his spine. He was going insane.
Meanwhile, you were motionless as you sat on the ground, you watched as he disappear from a distance. Feeling a hard pang of rejection hit your fragile heart, beads of tears trickled down your cheeks and dripped down the grass.
Guess this was the only way on proving how wrong Newt had been wrong all this time.
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A full week after that incident, you had been busying yourself in the med-shack, working harder than both Clint and Jeff. These past few days was hectic, the gladers kept flooding in with either blood-soaked fabric hanging down their waist or claiming they didn't feel well that day.
You hadn't gather up the courage to talk to Minho after that day, there was nothing else to talk about anyway. For the whole week, the both of you acted like nothing happened, you choose to forget about it by sinking the stupid feelings you had for him down your stomach.
But every time you see him from a distance, that aching feeling in your heart resurfaced, leaving you to sit and just watch like a hopeless romantic. With the others taking notice of how quiet you've been about Minho, they've also been silent; the teasing had stopped and was replaced by laughable motivations coming from Newt's mouth.
"okay newt, just forget about it" you sighed, hands busy on bandaging the wounded glader beneath you.
Newt looked at you with concern, he felt bad—really bad. If only he didn't force you to confess that time, he thought Minho would definitely accept your confession, but turned out things turn out for the worst.
"I apologize if I came out unhelpful" he fidgeted his fingers, his eyes darting around the place to avoid the heavy stare of yours.
You sighed heavily, discarding the previous bandages to the bin then proceeded to wipe your hands clean. You bent down to newt's eye level as he sat down; with your hands on your knees, you patted his shoulder with your right hand.
"I'm fine newt, it's not your fault" you reassured him, giving him your signature smile. He felt his body tense for a second, but then eased up after hearing your words.
Before he could open his mouth to speak, a few shouts from outside the hut could be heard. You wide your eyes at newt, then began running out through the entrance to have a look at the commotion.
Gliding your feet, you heard the sound of a loud buzzer. From a distance you could see the gladers surrounding the metal cage where you used to appear.
Was it time for the new greenie to appear?
Waiting for the device to come to a stop, you looked around you; squinting your eyes, you saw Minho and Ben running out of the maze and headed towards the crowd, you scoffed. You didn't want to be caught staring at him, so you turned your head back—focusing on the new greenie.
You felt newt's hands resting on your shoulder, you glanced at him, he had a big smile on his face. "Congrats, you have been promoted" he said
You felt overwhelmed yet happy, frypan and newt could no longer mock you in being a greenie, so in that way you felt relief. But this time with your hands clasped Infront of your chest, you hoped for the new greenie to be a girl.
'please please please' your head chanted like a prayer.
After a few seconds, the sound of the buzzer stopped. The platform then began to open, the sunlight peaked in, giving a good view for the gladers to see.
Pushing through the crowd, you could see a glimpse of the greenie from the sinked platform, you blinked in defeat. Too bad it wasn't a girl.
A rustling came beside you, Minho and Ben also came to take a good look at the new arrival, you wouldn't care less about them, but you could feel Minho's burning lasers through your skin the longer he stared at you.
The greenie slowly turned his back to meet your eyes, you observed him quietly, once he turned fully for you to get a whole image of him, you gasped.
"it's you..." You whispered loud enough for the others to hear.
The crowd went silent, they all turned their heads towards you in unison before exchanging questioning stares to each other. Minho stared at you, raising his left eyebrow. What the hell were you talking about?
Alby then jumped down to greet the greenie who looked scared and nervous with the uneasy stares he's been getting, after regaining your movement, you remembered the day you appeared in that same box.
That time your head was clouded with chunks of uncompleted sentence, like a blurred out memory from what happened before you were thrown in the glade, waking up to the shrieking noise of the machine, you could only remember one person.
Thomas.
You didn't know who he was or what your relationship was with him before, but it seemed like he had an important role to all of this, to WCKD.
Shrugging off the memories, you followed Alby by jumping down, earning quiet whispers from the boys surrounding you from above. Alby turned his head to look at you as you slowly observed the greenie.
"Thomas.." you traced out, small gasps could he heard from around you. The crowd was shook, have you two met before?
The greenie shuddered and Alby looked at you with widen eyes, "I saw you before" you continued, stepping forward to get a closer look at his features.
"who are you? And where am I?" Thomas trembled, backing away until he his body made contact the metal cage.
"relax, you're okay" you reassured him, giving him a small smile on your face.
From above Minho flickered his eyes from the greenie to you, an unknown feeling began building up in his chest, making the air around him thicker. He observed as you offered Thomas a hand, giving Alby a small nod.
You looked certain that you knew the new guy, so Alby decided for you to do what you just and show the greenie around.
Minho scoffed under his breath, then turned away to leave the crowd. With a questioning look, Ben followed him from behind, catching up to him and patted his back as they both sprinted away.
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The chilly breeze of the night came, torches were lit surrounding the large fire as music started playing. The atmosphere around was lively and by this time the large doors of the maze were fully shut, preventing the gladers to enter the maze.
You were sat next to Thomas under the large bark tree, exchanging laughter with him as he gulped in a generous amount of gally's secret drink.
"ugh, what is this?" Thomas spat, you chuckled from beside him as you watched. "That's something only gally the creator knows" you said.
"it taste weird" Thomas commented, earning another giggle from you. "Well yea, it took me time to get used to it" you smiled
Without the both of you noticing, a pair of eyes made its way burning through the back of your head. It was Minho, munching down a spoonful of meat Frypan had cook that night.
"Minho, you doing all right?" Hank asked, noticing Minho's unusual behavior. "Yea I'm fine" Minho shrugged it off as usual, preventing anyone to discover his true feelings.
The sound of your laughter could be heard from a distance, creating a tight knot to form inside his chest. His mind went to haze and other than that he felt... Anger?
If he didn't like you, then what was this dreadful feeling inside that kept screaming at him to snatch you away from the new greenie. It was unfair, he knew you first.
"hey man, slow down" Ben nudged him, looking at Hank who had concern painting all over his face.
Chugging the last remaining gulps of gally's drink, he wiped his mouth clean with his sleeve. He stood up with the bowl gripped hard in his grasp then proceeds to throw it at Hank as he leaped forward to approach the both of you.
Still deep in your conversation, you felt a presence engulfing your figure from behind. Thomas was the first to turn his head, just to be met with a pair of burning eyes staring back at him.
"Minho right? Can we uh help you?" Thomas asked, feeling himself shiver at the fiery stare the Asian gave him, he looked dangerously furious. You blinked at the view, what the hell was he planning?
Before Minho could form a single word, you gripped hard on Thomas' shoulder. "Let's go take some food, I'm famished" your tone was cold.
Minho scoffed, his eyes still on you as you dragged Thomas to follow your steps. He felt this painful feeling slamming against his chest, making him drown in the sea of thoughts. Was this what you felt back then after he rejected your harshly?
Sighing heavily to himself, he decided to put all his efforts in getting things straight with you. Following you from behind, he saw how Thomas ruffled your hair in such gentle manner.
That's it. This is going too far.
Minho stomped his way towards you, perhaps 'jealousy' clouded his vision as he locked his gaze on you. Just when you were about to speak another word to the greenie, Minho snatched you away, earning a shout from Thomas behind him.
"Minho, you shank! What the hell are you doing" you tried to break free from his hold, but it was too tight. Before you could open your mouth to land another protest, you saw the look in his eyes.
Anger and fury.
You gulped, signalling Thomas to wait there as you deal with whatever this was. Minho dragged you, leading to someplace quiet, under a large tree not far from for the lively crowd.
You gasped at the feeling of your back being pressed onto the tree behind. "Minho are you out of your mind?!" You shouted, attempting to push him away from your view.
Minho looked at you with this unreadable look on his face, that once fury expression was replaced by something else—hurt?
You blinked confusedly at his unexpected behavior, his hands rested gently on both of your shoulders, keeping you in place as he opened his mouth to speak. "Just listen," he halted, closing his eyes to take in a deep breath before continuing
"I was wrong" you blinked, not knowing what to do in your current situation. "What I did that day, i didn't mean to" he added, his lowered his gaze onto the grass below, leaving you to scratch your head in confusion.
"You had too much of gally's drink didn't you?" You sighed.
Those were the same words he told you that day. An aching feeling came striking on his heart, he felt regret surging through his veins like blood.
"look i-"
"just forget it" you succeeded to cut him off, shrugging away and not caring to hear his explanation.
He felt his body going limp, he retracted his hands from your shoulders resting them at the side of his hips. Before he could reach out for you, you slowly passed him by accidentally nudging his shoulder to make your way back to the crowd to find that stupid greenie
This was the time for his only chance.
"I like you."
You froze in your step, realizing his words, you turned back to meet his gaze. He looked broken, his eyes looked glossy as he glenched his fist.
"what?" You muttered, things were not making sense.
"that day, when I rejected you. I didn't mean it, I was scared and i thought we just couldn't" he traced, feeling regret and guilt filling his body. "But now seeing you with that new guy, it felt suffocating"
You held your breath, your own heartbeat echoing in your ears as your body tensed at his words.
"so please" Minho begged.
"please just be mine"
With those last words escaping his lips, you immediately threw yourself onto him; catching him in your embrace as you felt beads of warm tears flowing down your face.
After minutes of staying in that position, you were the first to break free from the loving hug, wiping the tears from your eyes.
"so is that a yes?" Minho whispered, a shit eating grin crept up his stupid face while his hands made its way to rest on the sides of your face.
"beat it you shuck-face!" You rolled your eyes playfully, pushing him away with one hand as you giggled. Your feet turned to walk back to the celebration, Minho followed not far behind
"aw come on, I'm sorry" he murmured.
"yeah yeah shank, seriously jealousy is so overated" you rolled your eyes before offering him a hand which he gladly accepted.
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🍪 => Miix's café n bakery [master-list]
A/n=> HI EVERYONE, IT'S BEEN A WHILE! proud to say that I've rewatched the maze runner in one go this week and also I've been wondering if I should change my writing style to a smaller font :v (it's might look better for a few readers so I thought maybe I should give it a go)
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Genre/warning⚠️ | fluff | crack | daryl being jealous | heavy-misunderstanding | mentions of sex, lust and weapons | plot-change! | maggie x Glenn sneak! [literally my parents] |
Summary : Surviving an outbreak of a virus that seemingly turned humans into some insane, cannibalistic, back from the dead type of creature, was surely not in your bingo list of the year.
But now with you volunteering to become Glenn's love mentor, you began taking a few notices on how the redneck had been behaving weirdly around you.
Rinsing the dirt from the vegetables which had been carefully picked by Hershel. You had thought of helping the Greenes in preparing dinner for both the family and the group that evening.
With the intention to compensate them, you knew you should be grateful they were kind enough to let the group stay inside their territory. Even if it meant living inside a cramped tent with mosquitoes having a five-star buffet of your blood.
After finishing the rest of the vegetables, you cleaned the grime from under your fingernails, slowly hearing steady footsteps approach from behind. You halted, hands still slippery from the dish soap, with the cleaned vegetables sprawled on the counter beside you.
As a familiar voice caught your attention, you smiled kindly upon seeing the person behind you
"hi there Glenn, what's up?" You greeted the man with a small wave, hands still covered in small bubbles, waiting patiently for his reply.
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After what felt like a long while of awkward silence between the two of you, you watched as he kept fidgeting his fingers. He looked nervous, nearly shaking as if he just saw a ghost or some sort.
"Uhm- m'sorry, I just uh-" he blurted out in panic, eyes darting elsewhere to avoid your curious ones.
"no, no it's okay. just take it slow" you whispered reassuringly, urging him to take a deep breath before he continued
Calming himself down with a simple exercise of small inhales and exhales, he finally began to explain his current condition, not without multiple pauses and tiny soft gasps.
You found yourself coughing out a smile as you listened to his non-stop rambles, submerging yourself deeper into the conversation, fully understanding his 'urgent' situation.
"so you like.. thought of having sex with her?" You teased with a small giggle, earning an embarrassing nod from the man in front of you
"so.. can you help me with that?" He asked shyly, cheeks tinted pink with his hands clutching onto the hem of his shirt in humiliation.
You rested your chin in your left palm, gazing up at the ceiling to put on a show of deep thought before finally answering:
"sure! I'll be your mentor"
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The day after, you walked out of the barn with a small piece of paper clutched in your palm, your eyes scanning the area around you—desperately searching for a certain someone.
You narrowed your eyes, spotting the target. With a satisfied smile creeping up your face, you inched closer to the man who had his back to you
"Psst, hey!" you whisper-shouted at him. Seeing his body turning stiff for a moment, you tilted your head in confusion. But not even seconds later, he resumed whatever he was doing, pretending not to notice you.
What an asshole.
You crossed your arms, tapping your boot impatiently as the silence stretched into what felt like hours.
The man didn't even bother to turn around; he already knew it was you, and he had made it clear about having no interest in talking to you, but as always you were pretty unbothered as you kept waiting for him to respond.
Soon after learning that you hadn't left, he sighed, maintaining his composure, not daring to turn around, terrified of meeting your stupid, pearly, innocent eyes
As much as he hates to admit it, the thought of you lingering around him sent shivers trickling down his spine.
He couldn't describe the feeling, it sort of felt.. weird?
"Hey- Daryl-" you whispered once more, still trying your best to gain the man's attention
With a deep sigh leaving his mouth, he decided to turn to look at you in annoyance--
Shit.
He felt himself immediately regretting his choices to actually have himself turning around to look at you.
Truth to be told, Daryl Dixon was a difficult man to deal with; not only was he a full on introvert, but he was also mentally disoriented from time to time, perfect for his "redneck" nickname.
With him still boring holes on your physique, you bent down to his level, smiling softly as you opened your mouth to speak:
"so.. I've been told you were going for a quick run and i.." you trailed off, rummaging something from behind your back
Daryl was silent, attempting to suppress his annoyance—basically forcing himself to listen to whatever you were about to say
"-can you please get me a few stuff, it's important." You added, handing him the small piece of paper you withdrew from your back pocket.
Clearly lost by your sudden request, he blinked a few times, staring at a note that you had slipped onto his palm.
"what s'thi-"
"Thanks and stay safe!" you cut him off, gradually sprinting your way back near the campfire.
Before he could ask you for the second time, you had already disappeared from his sight, stumbling away into your soft pink tent, entering inside.
Redirecting his focus back onto the paper, he felt a sense of curiosity eating its way inside him, he slowly opened the neatly folded note in between his fingers-
note: "IMPORTANT LIST. DO NOT SHARE WITH ANYONE, 1. chapstick 2. Test pack 3. Condoms (strawberry flavored if could). if retrieved pls immediately hand them to the beautiful, extraordinary girl present— that being me."
"What the.." He furrowed his eyes in confusion, quietly observing your note.
Pregnancy test pack? Condoms?..
Why the hell would you be needing these unnecessary shits in the middle of an apocalypse? Were you like seeing someone or something?
He coughed out realizing his inner dialogue, Well not that he cares just..wondering.
His head turned to look around, searching for a small hint of anyone being around him.
Darting his eyes back to the small paper in his hands, he snorted softly—examining your snobbed hand writing.
He felt this unspoken feeling hammering itself against his chest at the stupid thought of you hooking up with someone from the group.
— Was it Shane? Nah, it can't be him. he already had his dick wet with Rick's wife since he met them
— Is it T-dog? he's too respectful to lay his hands on a woman, so it wouldn't be him either.
Sorting out all the possibilities in mind, it finally came down to one person that seemed fit to be the last puzzle piece; Glenn Rhee, that Korean guy.
Being inexperienced at this sort of stuff, he just couldn't seem to point it out. It was as if you were casting a spell on him, like a manifestation or some shit he doesn't understand.
With a small sigh escaping his lips, he began dusting himself off the ground; slinging his crossbow onto his left shoulder, walking his way out for a quick supply run.
From a distance, you tucked yourself inside your cozy tent, peeking from the small window in the corner.
You watched as the man went further away into the thick woods, eventually disappearing from your sight after a few large steps.
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Brushing the soft fur of the horse before you, you gaze up at the birds flying around without care.
It had been a few hours since Daryl left the farm to obtain the needed supplies, and you sure as hell made up for things around the place after Shane’s unnecessary crash out.
Patting the horse with gentleness, you flinched as you felt a light tap on your right shoulder-
Oh, of course it was Glenn.
You still couldn't understand why he decided to choose you out of everyone there, well to be fair Dale seemed way more experienced than you.
But as per request, you couldn't deny that undying commitment from the look in his eyes, and it looked like he would give up anything just to have one night with his so-called crush.
"i'm ready for my first lesson" Glenn huffed out
You froze before biting back a laugh, seeing him put all his trust into a girl he met not over a month ago was ridiculous, but as a mentor, you had to stay professional.
"sure then, you may follow me"
Heading out to a less crowded area, you both stumbled upon a small shed not far out the woods. Entering inside, you sat down on the dusty and half-withered couch, signalling Glenn to sit on the unoccupied space next to you.
Glenn looked tense, very tense. Although it may actually be his first time with a woman, you were casually just there to guide him in order to confess his profound love for Maggie.
So it wouldn't hurt to share a bit of your knowledge right?
"okay first off, you need to let yourself loose man" you spoke softly, seeing the man in front of you let out a puzzled look
"..I meant not to be so tense around someone. What's a girl to do if they see a man they like looking scared to death by the thought of being near her?" you added, chuckling in between sentences.
"o-oh, well yea that sounds about right" glenn mumbled out, clearly embarrassed by his own
"good" you praised, "now moving on, watch carefully okay?" You added, earning a small nod from Glenn
With all the instructions and actions you demonstrated, he had his mind thinking as if you were a living "10 steps into getting a girl to have sex with you" manual.
Tho, he slowly submerged himself deeper into the topic, taking notes on the do and don't and basically practicing the movements himself.
But after countless attempts to get him to loosen his ungiving posture, you started to feel your head pound in both annoyance and disappointment.
Judging from how awkward and stiff his movements are, looks like he's not gonna make it any further.
"so did i do well?" Glenn asked impatiently, eyes shimmering with hope for an approval.
'no, you fucking suck at this' was the only sentence you had in mind for a response. Without wanting to break the man's spirit, you could only let out a small sigh of frustration--
"it's low-key not giving... let's just try something else"
Guess this is going to take a long while.
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The sound of a nearby bush being rattled, took you both unnoticed.
Daryl had returned from the clean grocery sweep a while ago; his backpack visibly stuffed with all sorts of necessities, even the ones you asked for (not without him doubling the amount)
Passing by the same small shed on his way back to the farm, he halted as he heard whispers that caught his attention.
He slowly crouched, quietly dropping his bag on the ground and inching closer towards the window to peek inside.
His crossbow was prepped right in front of him, ready to pull the trigger-
"mhm, just like that"
It sounded like your voice.
He stopped his movements then began squinting his eyes from the view; it looked like you were sitting on the couch next to a guy, your hair blocked the view of the man in front of you, giving an image of you kissing him from the angle.
What the fuck?
He stumbled a few steps backwards in shock, falling on the ground with a small thump.
Before he could process anything, his hands acted fast to immediately pick up the things he dropped earlier before.
Turning to continue his journey back, he sensed a suffocating feeling inside his chest. It kept growing rapidly, threatening to explode at any given moment.
He felt the warm air exiting his lungs, leaving a painful sting carved in his chest.
This is gonna be frustrating.
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Back with your face being inches away from Glenn's, you widened your eyes as you quickly leaned back in surprise. He had finally let out a natural expression without himself being a blurting mess--
"OH MY DAYS, FINALLY YES!" You praised the lord, hands clapping above you while exaggerating proud cries.
After countless of times teaching him how to act natural around a woman, he finally got it right. Hell you thought you were about to go psycho from all the times he said he couldn't do it
But yet, he did. And shit it had you feeling like a proud mother.
"so, did i do well?" Startled by your reaction, he proceeded to scratch the back of his neck, joining your small celebrations of claps.
"that was perfect" you nodded with a small clap, praising him for being a good student
Darting your eyes at the window, you saw the sun beginning to sink into the horizon. You slowly stood up, dusting yourself off from the couch
"alright it's time to head back, it's getting dark soon" you spoke out, "wouldn't want the others to be suspicious of us" you continued, receiving a small nod from the man in front of you.
With Glenn following you from behind, the both of you ventured on your short journey back towards the campfire, exchanging a few stories and laughter
Brushing off the small branch from your view, you finally made it out of the woods with Glenn doing the same next to you
"so uhm thanks for today" he shyly spoke out.
"anytime" You giggled as you nodded, waving a small bye to make your departure towards your own tent.
But before you could take another step forward, a pair of sharp eyes awaited just a few feet away from you--
"oh, hey there Daryl!" You nervously greeted him.
Well shit guess the whole plan of not letting anyone be suspicious of you had came to a botched start.
"so how was the run?" You continued to ask him, but knowing how he is, he wouldn't necessarily let anyone know—hell not even you.
"not better than all that smoochin' ya did back there" he snorted.
"what?" You froze in disbelief, staring at the man as he faced his back to you, gradually storming off—leaving you stunned in your place with discombobulation spiralling your brain.
Watching the man slowly disappear from your view, you huffed out a scoff.
What the hell has gotten into him?
Your eyes flickered to the ground below, discovering a small bag lying on the grass, you proceeded to snatch it with your fingers.
After getting to loosen the tight knot, you gasped at the sight, revealing the insides; it consisted of three chapsticks, a few test packs, and a box of condoms.
You snorted, despite his weird behavior, he was still willing to risk his life to get what you asked for.
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The sounds of crickets chirping from a distance clouded his ears. The sun had long been set, leaving a trail of twinkling wonders scattered on the night sky.
It had been five days since that shocking discovery in the withered shed—not that he was counting.
In his current state, Daryl found himself tossing and turning in his tent like a restless child. Truth be told, he hadn't slept well since catching you sneaking around the farm with Glenn trailing behind.
He wasn't sure what your relationship with the guy was—maybe more than friends, or perhaps just goofing off.
What made it worse was that you'd always seem to try and start a conversation between the both of you; but of course, the redneck himself would find a way out of it.
Shaking his thoughts away with a harsh exhale, he dragged his hands to cover his face in frustration from his own mind
Soon after a short while of dead-silence, he suddenly remembered something. Sitting up on the sleeping bag, his hands began rummaging around the place in search of a stupid book he had picked up from his last run.
His eyes lit up as soon as he spotted the book from across the narrow tent, he immediately snatched it to continue reading the marked page
As embarrassing and pathetic as it sounds, the book sure did keep him entertained. It helped distract his own brain from the non-stop and unbearable images of you.
Feeling the air becoming thick and suffocating, Daryl quickly unzipped the entrance of his tent—stepping out for a short walk in hopes to change the scenery and breathe in a breeze of fresh air.
Wandering off under the twinkling stars above him, he lazily dragged his feet; planning to settle inside the wooden barn up ahead with the ridiculous book in his grasp.
But just before he could take another step through the entrance, a rustling sound took him by notice-
It could be a walker.
Without his crossbow near him, he reached for the hunting knife in his side pocket. Crouching down as he pulled it out, preparing to turn into the small corner to confront the rustling sounds.
With a soft, unspoken countdown, he gripped the knife tightly in front of his chest, ready to swing on the count of three.
one..
He inches closer, dragging the knife in front of his chest to get a better posture
two.. three!
"JESUS-- WHAT THE HELL?" A voice shouted in front of him, startled by his sudden appearance.
Daryl was frozen, blinking away the sight displayed before him; It was Glenn. He was half naked, his hair dripping sweat onto the soft mattress below.
Darting his eyes to the figure next to the man, he tried taking in her features below the golden rays of the moonlight, assuming the person just had to be you.
Squinting his eyes a little longer, he had soon realized he was dead wrong. That wasn't you, that was Hershel's fucking daughter—Maggie or whatever.
"Shit, l- look I can explain!" Glenn stuttered out in panic, his hands tugging on the blanket to cover Maggie and himself from the redneck's view
"so, yer cheatin on 'er?" Daryl scoffed out, still misunderstanding the situation.
Both of them looked at each other with confusion, "what?" Maggie began to ask Glenn with a sharp tone, begging for an explanation.
"Wait, what?" Now Glenn was ten times even more confused by Daryl's odd question, just what the hell was going on?
With the three of them having a silent argument, a head poked out of the entrance, peeking inside.
A few minutes ago, you had made your way out of your tent to take a piss but then halted as you heard Glenn's scream emerging from the barn nearby.
Peeking from the entrance, you saw Daryl standing a few feet away from you with that stupid knife of his being clutch in his left hand.
After a few seconds of reconsideration, you decided to take a closer look at the commotion.
"hey what happ- woah" you halted midway, mouth widely agape, staring at the couple tucked in a blanket that covered their exposed bodies.
Daryl widened his eyes at your presence, preparing himself for a possible drama unfolding right in front of him.
He focused on observing your expression, getting ready to catch you if your knees gave in. But instead of you performing a pathetic tantrum, you laughed.
Wait, what? You laughed?
"oh my god I'm so proud of you" you raised your hands in the air as you cheered, causing a puzzled look to form Daryl's face.
Glenn hid away in humiliation, sinking into the blanket to cover his reddened cheeks. Meanwhile, his girlfriend Maggie was still bewildered by the whole situation, just like the Dixon in front of her.
After a short while of your unwanted celebration, you slowly turned to Daryl, starting to launch questions about why he came to interrupt their 'private session'.
"What the hell were you thinking Dixon?" you whispered at him with a sharp tone, shoving him out of the barn to give the couple some privacy.
Settling beside your tent after successfully snatching the redneck away, you huffed out in exhaustion from the loss of energy.
He didn't respond, still attempting to put all the puzzle pieces together after witnessing whatever that was back there.
"Wait, so you're not dating the Korean kid?" He blinked innocently, waiting for you to slap some sense into him.
You raised your left eyebrow in confusion, taking in his question. Soon after realizing, you let out a cackle—the kind of laughter that made your stomach sink with a tingling sensation.
"Me, dating Glenn? Have you been drinking? Are you drunk?" you managed to ask in between laughs, clutching your stomach against a pained, ticklish feeling.
The once tight and unbearable feeling in his chest vanished in an instant; it was like magic. He might not have known how you did it, but at least this time he could breathe without imagining you in someone else's arms.
Guess it was all just a stupid misunderstanding.
But soon after realizing that your laughter wasn't ceasing, he rolled his eyes, pushing you lightly to the side in order to stomp his way back to his own tent.
"H-hey, wait—seriously? You thought I was dating Glenn?" You giggled, patting your chest in exhaustion from all the energy poured into your laughter.
"Shut up"
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"So, that's what happened." Maggie let out a breath of relief, finally understanding the tangled situation from Glenn's panicked explanation.
"mhm, and I—uh, sorry." Glenn closed his eyes in embarrassment, earning a small chuckle from his girlfriend next to him.
Darting her gaze around the barn, her eyes landed on what seemed to be a red book lying on the ground. She slowly reached out her arms to retrieve it.
"What's that?" Glenn asked curiously, his head tilting to the side to get a better look.
"A Mentor's Secret Guide to Sex?" Maggie read the cover out loud, biting back a snicker. "This is definitely something you'd read," Maggie added, letting her laughter loose.
"Aw, shut up >:("
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A/n => hey everyone, I came back with another fic after a meltdown from an intense writers block. And I know it's shit as per usual but please bear with me as i slowly enhance my vocabs ㅠㅠ
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Well the primary reason for it was probably because of my unexpected burn out from all the stress I'm experiencing these past days
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pairings | D.Daryl x fem!reader | "fuck off weirdo" ⛓️
genre | Fluff | dramatic reader [literally one-sided beef], season 3! Daryl, desperate and ragebaiter! Daryl
Summary: laying on the hard surface inside your cell, sudden drops of Mysterious liquid from the ceiling had you making your way searching for another place to sleep for the night.
But the next thing you know you're stuck in the same room with the person you disliked the most.
Living inside a cell was something you'd never expect to happen in your life at all, not as a prisoner but as a survivor.
You had joined the prison group ever since the day Rick decided to clear out that place, each person had been given a cell for themselves—including you. It wasn't a suitable place for a living but it was pretty neat, you could definitely make the place worth your while
Everyone here had a job of their own; your contribution towards the place was either cooking or just.. laundry, like a damn housewife. It was pretty boring to say the least.
You had watched some of the your friends heading out on multiple runs whilst you could only stare and sigh to yourself. With you being the type of person to get "easily distracted" and technically a slowpoke you'd probably be the last person to be invited into the party
You were pretty bummed at that thought.
But as long as you get to live peacefully under a roof right?
You settled in your bed, snuggling on the hard surface closing your eyes slowly, but then just a few seconds later you felt a sharp sting hitting your forehead—
drip, drip, drip
three drips of unknown liquid tore your eyes open immediately, it landed right on you as you looked up at the ceiling. Oh great, a leak.
The roof of your cell was damped in some Mysterious liquid, perhaps it was just probably rain water. But it had this nasty smell, your mind raced as you began panicking; the worst scenario of it being waste water horrified the wits out of you
You quickly stood up, clearing your things from the bed as you breathed out in frustration, things just couldn't get any worse around here can't it?
You had yourself walking out of the block with your pillow in your hands, dragging your luggage with you, recalling about a watchtower on the east side of the prison, you head there immediately. You had eyed that place down for weeks, it looked empty the other day and probably better than having to sleep inside a fucking cell.
Climbing your last step you sighed out, you were exhausted as hell. Dragging your luggage until the top made you get worked up a little. You opened the door in front of you then proceeded to enter slowly taking in your surroundings
But just before you could turn around the door swung shut with a sudden bang that startled you
"What the?"
You turned the knob slowly, nothing happened. You were sure there was supposed to be some sort of clicking sound
'This...can't be happening' you thought to yourself.
You force-turned the knob even more whilst desperately slamming yourself against it, only 10 seconds in and you had already regretted it. You were literally stuck inside the watchtower
Merely seconds later, a sudden grunt erupted from across the room resulting you to freeze in your spot. Too scared to turn around and take a look
You retracted your hands from the knob dragging it up to cover your face— Not only was the door stuck, but the watchtower is fucking haunted as well. With your body trembling in fear and your hands covering up your view, a deep voice spoke up
"wud'r ya doin ere?"
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Wait a fucking second.. that ain't no ghost- that's Daryl Dixon.
You turned around immediately meeting the owner of the voice, he was leaning against the side of a wall as he stared at you with confusion. You sighed in relief—tapping onto your chest softly as you exhaled
But not even a minute later, jolts of realization got the best of you; you were now face to face and stuck in the same room with the least person you wanted to be with
Oh hell no.
Maybe the thought of the watchtower being haunted was better than whatever this shit was. With a desperate groan you had your hands on your head as you looked down. Yup, you definitely regretted it.
A few days prior, carol had asked you a question regarding on your "dislike" towards the redneck, you haven't exactly answered her yet. To be fair, the reason behind it was actually kinda ridiculous; Back at the farm, you had this secret admiration for the redneck, it was only because he's painfully noticeable— being everywhere and anywhere in all times
With just a few weeks you had eventually gave in on the stupid feeling, casually being around him, eyeing him in the corner like a creepy stalker. You didn't do it on purpose tho, he was just.. there.
But on one frightful day, after a long day of you helping Hershel on the farm, you walked your way across the barn on the way back to your tent. Making your way past the backdoor, you suddenly halted as you heard a familiar voice from inside:
"You know Daryl, i think you should take break for yourself. Maybe find a girlfriend while you're at it" carol laughed out as she teased the man
You peeked from a corner, and then you saw him; Daryl was busy prepping his crossbow, cleaning all the arrows from the leftover walker blood and small chunks of guts
Your heart pounded against your chest as you stared at him, he gave you a good view of his sprawled legs as he crouched down. You gulped-
"nah, m'not interested in tha' stuff"
You blinked as you processed his answer. Now you had your full attention towards the man who still had his hands busy. Carol raised her eyebrows, staring down at the man sitting on a pile of hay, continuing her conversation:
"really? but you know there is this one person who i think would be a great match for you"
Carol scooted closer to him, a shit eating grin plastered on her face as she stared at Daryl. He looked like a lost puppy; blinking a few times in silence staring back at the lady in front of him. After a few seconds, carol opened her mouth to explain a few things about the person in question—which was you.
You didn't mean to eavesdrop their conversation, but with the mention of your name Infront of your little crush had you pressing yourself on the small opening right next to the back door
Your heart began to race, waiting for his reply. You kept your hands Infront of you smiling to yourself from all the yapping she did by mentioning how "gorgeous you were"
Carol had just become your unintended wingwoman, and you couldn't thank her enough. But no matter how much compliments she threw about you in attempt to amuse the man, daryl didn't seem to care, he even scoffed, like he actually fucking scoffed.
How dare he.
"Told ya' i don't care, she ain't even all that"
*Crack*—you swore you heard your heart shattering from the inside. You were frozen in your spot, holding your breath as your eyes widen.
Oh?
You swore you could've ended up yelling and screaming around the field like a god-damn maniac. You felt like a teenager again; getting your heart broken by the boy you had a crush on, you felt overly dramatic
The rest of the week went by like a flash, you still had your thoughts on him from time to time as if it was haunting you everywhere. You just had to move on.
And soon enough, that feeling you once thought was love turned into something else—hostility.
You were pretty much aware about Daryl doing nothing wrong, but for the sakes of washing away that stupid feeling in your heart, you planted the seeds of distaste towards the man
Was it childish? Absolutely. Do you plan to stop? Hell no.
And soon enough it actually grew on you, and the funny part was you had now officially despised the man; Everytime you were near him, you kept fumming to yourself clearly annoyed by his presence as if his whole existence threatened you
It felt like a one-sided beef, and the worse part was that he wasn't even aware of it, But that basically became the cherry on top—it clearly felt like an insult. The thought of him not knowing the impact he caused on you drove you insane.
if someone were to question you about your thoughts on the Daryl Dixon, you'd probably answer:
"i don't know, i just dislike him"
Knowing damn well you used to be head over heels for the man, but that was something you'll carry all the way to the grave.
You had changed now, or so you thought..
Your current condition came straight from a horror movie; he was right in front of you, looking lowly at you as if you're some criminal that had escaped your cell just recently (literally)
Or maybe it was because you looked like you just escaped from an asylum; the front part of your hair was damped, your top was wrinkled and you had your ugly-bunny slippers on you.
"i-uh..." You traced, trying hard to put out the words you were about to say
You swore you hated his ass so much, so why are you suddenly being such a pussy with him in front of you?
"jus' get outta ere" he mumbled sleepily, well what a dickhead.
He turned himself to face the other side, you were still standing there looking up at him in annoyance
"can't"
You rolled your eyes, hands now folded on your chest staring at the man—sharpening your gaze
"whad'ya mean ya can't? S'my place."
"um.. maybe because the door is stuck"
...
His head quickly jolted up—blinking for a few times, now that he's fully awake he rushed to make his way next to you. He tried turning the doorknob a few times, a groan leaving his lips as he stared at you. Witnessing him looking frustrated, you could only let out an playful oops, irritating the man even further
"Oops? Really woman? Ya came all the way up ere' to get us stuck?" His expression flattened, looking a bit frustrated.
"well look I didn't mean to, it closed on its own. And I really had no choice Dixon! My cell had a leak and it smells fucking foul" you barked back, an angry expression planted across your face
Daryl scoffed as he redirected his attention to the door, he tried slamming his body against it a few times in hopes to get it open
"tried that but it didn't work" you muttered still staring at him
"well it wouldn't work with yer small ass slamin against it"
You exaggerated a pained gasp; hands on your chest as you sharpened your stare. What an asshole.
"excuse me?! The hell did you just say about my ass?"
"said what I said, now move it princess"
You rolled your eyes scooting over to make space for him, watching the man banging himself over and over to get the door open made a smirk crawl up your face-
"ha! told you it wouldn't work" you smiled proudly at your previous statement
"well yer the one who got it stuck in the first place"
He muttered in disbelief, he just couldn't pinpoint the fact that everytime you both were in the same room; things would literally go downhill for him
It was as if you were some sort of.. badluck?
He looked around for a moment, the windows around the watchtower were bulletproof and tinted from the outside, so it would be hard breaking it open—he sighed in defeat.
"well jus' wait till the mornin. suit yerself, m'takin the large space"
Daryl retreated back to his original position, not bothered by the fact you came to colonize his space
"whatever" you muttered
Your heart kept pondering, it was basically your fault now having the both of you stuck in the watchtower. But you swore you had no clue the door was broken, It literally just slammed shut on its own.You sighed in frustration.
Finding an unoccupied spot you began to unravel your things decorating the place around you, Daryl had his eyes on you; observing you in silence.
"are ya' plannin to stay ere?"
You didn't answer, still busy in your own world sprawling out the sheets on the mattress below you.The place wasn't that large, it was the same as the other watchtowers—just slightly bigger. You layed yourself onto the mattress with a thump, plastering a large smile as you took a long deep breath
"God, finallyyyyyy" you stretched out
Daryl was still in spot, looking at you wriggling around with that happy face of yours, he scoffed lightly. From the looks of it you had completely forgot about the man's existence. You were literally celebrating; finally having to be set free from that stupid cell block
Daryl let out a small cough that had you swinging your head as you caught him staring at you.
Shit, you actually forgot about him being there
"what?" You grumbled in annoyance
"nothin"
Weirdo.
As silence fell upon the both of you, you felt your eyelids becoming heavy and soon after you gave in— breathing out the last sense of your consciousness.
Tugged in a corner, Daryl still kept himself wide awake as he stared down at your figure sleeping soundly on the mattress underneath you. He had his mind occupied, his thoughts running around in a frenzy, still keeping his eyes on you
From his point of view, if someone were to ask him about you, he'd probably answer:
"don't know, m'not even close with er"
The truth was that you weren't one of the people he grew close with, it was only because you always kept your distance from him, as if he was spreading a disease by standing 5 meters away from you. He had himself thinking you were probably disgusted in him or you were probably just a hater (which was kinda true?)
But in his current condition; his own heart felt like it's pumping through his ears as he stared at your lying figure. You looked like you were in deep sleep. Hair being sprawled on the mattress under you, your pink and plump lips being slightly parted snoring quietly
A week prior, carol had tried different ways to get to deliver some senses to Daryl with that so-called "mother instincs" whilst convincing the man that he somewhat had "feelings" for you. He of course denied it at first; but signs of it being true terrified him from the inside.
Everytime he sees you from afar, his heart rate would increase into an extreme pace. everytime you looked his way, he'd look away immediately with a faint red color painting his cheeks
You made him feel like as if he was a teenager.
With the thoughts running on his mind, he immediately tore his eyes away from you. He was behaving like a creep, and heck if you knew about it you'd probably hate him even more hence even ignoring him for the entire year
Breathing out a raspy breath he decided to close his eyes, but just a few minutes later he heard something--
It was coming from you; you were grumbling something in your sleep keeping him awake as he directed his gaze towards you
A few things about you was that you were not only an active sleep-talker but sometimes also a sleep-walker, and you were always dramatic over things that were pretty much unnecessary
With your non-stopping blabbering and mumbles in your sleep, Daryl decided to stand up; making his way towards you to check if you were doing just fine. As he reached the side of the mattress, he looked down at you--
"fuck you..asshole"
Daryl's eyes widen, taking a few steps back. You even cursed in your sleep? Well that was something.
He let out a soft chuckle, leaning down to sit next to you on the cold floor. After a while of him observing you, with your pretty lashes still fluttered close, he quietly let out a soft whisper
"y'know what's stupid? literally ya hatin on me for no valid reason" he whispered still staring down at you
Then he realized something, you were actually that pretty just like what carol has told him countless times before. He gulped in a saliva as he fidgeted his fingers, now why was he getting shy?
Your body was still; not moving a single muscle, your cheeks slightly tinted with a faint red color, lips parted as you exhaled sweetly. You let out a small moan fixing your position as you turned to face Daryl in your sleep, your hair was covering your eyes poking on it as you grumbled
You looked way too cute.
With a amused scoff leaving Daryl's lips, his hands trailed down to trace to outlines of your jaw. Dragging it upwards until he reached your cheeks tugging in the strand of hair behind your ears. Just as he regained himself, he slowly made his way to back away.
But before he got to even stand on his feet, you did something in your sleep; something dangerous.
Your body began to shift closer to his crouching figure, with you unaware of your own actions your hands made it's way sliding up his thighs--
What? Was he imagining things?
His brain rebooted as he stared out in silence, his first move was to fucking slap your hand with a forceful tap. Your eyes jolted awake, sitting up immediately. Startled from his previous action as you shouted a whisper
"what-- what the fuck Daryl?"
You were still half-asleep. Your eyelids still closing in between seconds— having a difficult time to focus on the redneck in front of you. You were pissed off as hell, he was there right in front of you; staring at you in silence with that sharp gaze of his
"are you messing with me cuz i ain't playing--"
"yer the one glidin yer hands on me"
You froze, your mind trying to process the words spilling out of his mouth as you blinked
"I did what now?"
...
The air around the both of you grew thick, Daryl scratched the back of his head not wanting to make the situation even more awkward. You still couldn't process the situation, a groan left your lips as you puffed back onto the mattress, you closed your eyes—making it seem like you were fast asleep for the second time
Seeing how fast it took for you to sleep made Daryl scoff a laugh, he wouldn't just say you were a weirdo but you kinda were. Not wasting a second longer, he stood up as he backed away from you. Settling himself in his resting spot just a few feet away from you
You peeked at the man with your right eye, it was difficult for you to fall back asleep but you wouldn't dare to spend anymore second having to deal with that redneck from across the room
What felt like 5 minutes, then 10, then 20; the room was dead silent, none of you dare to speak up a word.
You turned your head to meet the redneck's figure, there he was—resting against the wall again, eyes closed and sleeping. Then from the corners of your eyes you saw something. It had bright pink lid and it looked like it was one of your belongings, specifically your ultra-moisture lipbalm uv-ray protector. Your holy grail.
It must've rolled out when you unpacked your things earlier. You sat up from the mattress, quietly tiptoeing your way next to the man. As you reached there you bent down slowly--
With the lip balm in your hand, you turned to stand up but stop midway as your gaze was stuck onto Daryl who had his eyes closed. He looked really peaceful when he's sleeping, his hands on his chest as he leaned on the wall
You gulped in a saliva, he looked handsome. Really handsome.
As you realized your actions, you quickly shook away your thoughts—backing yourself a few meters away from him. But before you could walk away, a pair of hands suddenly gripped your arm yanking you closer
"What are you doi-?"
"That's what m'supposed to be askin ya woman. Jus what exactly are ya' doin?"
You blinked innocently, forcing your arm out of his grip as you scoffed:
"what the hell do you mean?"
Daryl's expression was serious; he was staring at you dead in the eye, not moving a single vein. With a long deep sigh he spoke
"everytime I'm near ya, you n that god-damn ass of yers act as if I'm makin my way to kill ya"
...
"okay?"
Daryl looked frustrated hearing your response, why were you acting like that everytime he's near you?
"you just don't get it do ya?"
You were stunned at his questions, scoffing up a breath you immediately answered:
"you're not making any sense Dixon"
Now you were getting heated as the seconds went by, Daryl wasn't even making any sense.blabbering shit as if you don't have any clue of him hating on you behind your back
"look, I think you're currently not in your right mind. You should just continue your slee-"
Before you could finish the last sentence, he gripped onto your shoulders as he pulled you onto him. Without wasting a second, he pressed his lips onto yours for a small peck
What the fuck?
You were frozen from his actions, soon enough you tried pushing him with your hands but it did no avail, his grip on you were way stronger as he kept you in your place
"jus listen t'me" he begged
"fuck off weirdo"
You still tried pushing the man with all your might, but he was not moving an inch. He looked at you, raising his left eyebrows:
"ya could continue hatin on me after this, but jus let me talk"
You slowly stopped your efforts on pushing him away, you looked at him dead in the eye--
"...please"
With a deep sigh, you allowed him to talk. You felt like you'd regret it sooner or later but you didn't care, waiting for him to speak up you stayed in your place.
"Everytime i see ya, y'just-- I dunno. Like act as if ya hate me or somethin"
"well isn't it obvious?" You whispered softly, rolling your eyes in front of the man
"-- it's Killin me"
...
It's what now?
"What--"
"jus lemme talk." He cutted you off
You were frozen, now fully having your attention to what he was about to say
"M'not supposed to say this, I think. But yer gorgeous y'know tha"
Your heart began to beat faster with his compliment, waves of heat began to surge—painting your cheeks with a deep red color
"Last week, Carol talked t'me about it and.. she told i shud tell ya the truth"
You were dead quiet, your eyes widening and shaky breaths leaving your mouth, you managed to speak up
"so you like me?"
Daryl felt his body tensing up at your sudden question, he was stuttering something under his breath—unable to look at you
"somethin' like that" he confessed
You blinked, your brain failed to process his words. You swore you hated the man, but why is your heart beating for him like that?
"I-uh, okay.. that's good to know"
You scratched the back of your neck, speechless as you tried backing away slowly--
"stay."
His voice was firm, his gaze onto you sharp. Something was definitely wrong with the man, but you stayed anyway. Making your way to sit next to him you breathed out
"since when?" You asked, staring out at your surroundings
"I-i dunno, think it was at Hershel's farm or somethin"
You held your breath, now turning your head to look at him with a soft gasp
"say that again"
"er-- at the farm..?" He asked shyly
God he felt embarrassed of himself.
He just wanted run away right now, but with the doorknob being stuck, he could only witness himself suffer as he unraveled the secrets he had locked up in his heart
After a few minutes of silence, he continued to open up about his feeling; telling you every single thing that he had been keeping away from you
Then what the hell was that about back in the barn?
He literally straight up lied to carol's face back then (and yours indirectly), seconds after you left the barn he gave in to carol's suspicions. Carol was right all along, he found you attractive. And he realized there and then— he had feelings for you
You let out a trail of laughter now understanding the situation, guess you were being overdramatic not knowing the actual condition of him having major crush towards you
It was unexpected and kind of hilarious, you had never thought a man like Daryl Dixon would have that kind of thing for a woman
The rest of the night was filled with the both of you exchanging stories and laughter—getting to know each other more, you quickly felt a connection with the redneck the more you get to speak with him
You had realized you didn't regret your decision on moving to the watchtower, maybe being stuck with him wasn't a bad thing at all
Soon after being exhausted from laughing your ass off, your eyelids felt heavy for the second time—you yawned as you leaned your head onto his shoulder. You soon drifted off to sleep smiling to yourself with the last thought of him liking you back for all this time, you felt the feeling of happiness
Daryl's body was stiff, he knew he liked you but he never actually got to experience this feeling before, it was all new to him. But with you sighing peacefully in your sleep, blabbering something again—he smiled, he closed his eyes as he gave in
He had now realized one thing; he's in love with you
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The next morning Glenn was on his way onto one of the watchtowers on the east side, he stopped in his track as he spotted a slightly larger watchtower. It was a bit different from the rest, and it absolutely had his attention as he stared out with his binoculars
He slowly made his way up the shallow stairs and towards the door, his hands grabbing onto the doorknob turning it slowly. Glenn couldn't wait to see what's awaiting inside, perhaps a walker?
He then swung the door open, the knife on his hands ready to swing into whatever was behind the metal door but before he could react, he froze. Instead of encountering a walker, there you were tucked in a corner—sleeping soundly in Daryl's embrace.
Daryl was already wide awake, noticing Glenn by the doorway he dragged his pointer fingers pressing softly onto his lips making a "shh" noise, Glenn coughed up a smile as he retreated back giving the both of you some space.
Truth to be told; all this time Daryl had acknowledged about the doorknob possibly getting stuck from the inside, after all the solution was quite simple; open it from the outside. What made it cuter was that he had noticed you eyeing down this place for weeks before, so he took it first without you knowing.
But what he didn't expect was you decided to come over for the night without him being well prepared, guess it was his only chance of confessing.
So he took a chance, well..not without carol pestering him about it
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🍪 => miix's café n bakery [masterlist]
A/n=> THIS WAS SO ASS BYE, I CAN'T WRITE FLUFF FOR SHIT LMAO??? 💔
don't forget to leave love and support ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ love you all!
Having my thoughts on young and rookie Leon begging to get a taste of your touch, he couldn't explain the feeling but everytime he watches you from the corners of his eyes; his heart beats fast as if he's running a marathon, his lungs would felt as if it's on fire just when you caught him staring at you
All the wild thoughts he has on his mind at night was disturbing his sleep—heck even he himself felt embarrassed about it
But seeing you with that red dress that hugged your figure so perfectly twisted something deep inside him; unleashing something possessive and maybe even demonic
One day after attending a formal party you had too much to drink, being hogged up here and there was not in your schedule for the night
With your drunken state Leon just had to take you home and for the sake of his own sanity he had came prepared
But just when he was about to drop you off at your house, you suddenly gripped pulled his tie—crashing your lips onto his
"Leon~"
That voice of yours summoned something from within him, and not even seconds later he had himself on top of you stripping himself out of his own clothing
He's doomed for.
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🍰 => miix's café n bakery [masterlist]
A/n=> ISN'T HE ADORABLE??? he's so puppy coded and I stand against it till' the day I die
hi there! was wondering if the Daryl fic called fashion n confession could have a third part? it was amazing and i was hoping for the groups reaction in discovering Daryl and y/n dating, thank u so much
🍰 greetings dear anon~ thank you for your question!
well for now i don't really have any plans for making a third part but I'll always put that up to mind, tbh it's all up to the readers if the majority of them would love another part [I'll put a polling for you all to vote!] ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
omfg there is so much going on this week, I was going through a flu while attending my grandpa's funeral yesterday, and i felt so bad cuz i wrote like heavily-implied smut on the way to the graveyard... may he r.i.p
OH AND MURDA ACTUALLY LIKED MY DARYL FANFIC I COULD NEVER BE HAPPIER--
I'm just gonna hope my writing vision will come back soon cuz i lowk don't have any new ideas for another fic.. (wanna make a Murphy MacManus fic so badddddfff)
Having my thoughts on worned-out scud after having the best sex of his life; hair all damped in sweat, you on top of him still catching your breath from all the bouncing and grinding you've been doing on his lap with your fucked-out expression plastered on that beautiful face of yours
Scud definitely has a praising kink, he'd drop everything else on his mind the moment you call him a "goodboy" it was like a motivation for him to keep on going harder— making his way to please you even more until you squirt on his girthy-cock
And with all that he's always very vocal when it comes to having a goodtime with you, he'd whimper out your name and have his mouth opened trying to keep his gaze onto you
There was this one time he accidentally called you "mommy" then you froze immediately on top of him staring down at scud as confusion painted your face.
The thought of disgusting you with his kinks mortified the shit out the man, after that night he straight up avoided you for a week just because he thought you were weirded out by him calling you that
You obviously didn't mind—hell you thought that was kind of cute coming from scud, after a full week of him avoiding you; one night he went into your room crawling on the sheets begging to be touched by you
genre | NSFW [squirting] | freaky daryl | season1! daryl | dom! Daryl | part two of the previous work. | "Dickhead"
Summary: after the events of having to confront Daryl for stealing your panties filthy magazine, you didn't plan on creating a complex relationship with the redneck—but with one night at the C.D.C you decided that maybe you'd let him do whatever he wants to do
<= 🍰 part one; masterlist
—WARNING ⚠️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT —
Your head leaned against the head-board staring at the ceiling above, your body was aching so bad—you flexed your forearm yawning out loud
Not long after you proceeded to wiggle yourself under the sheets, covering your body with the bedcovers as you felt a hand wrap around your hips
"Can ya' stop squirmin? M'tryna sleep woman."
You looked to your right breathing out, you took a short-breather trying to recall the events that happened throughout the day
You could only scoffed as you wiggled your hips even more, trying to find comfort from the now warm mattress in results of your bodies warming the sheets
"What s'it doll? Is earlier not enough for ya?"
You hummed in response; closing your eyes and turning to the other side giving him a view of your back
With a deep sigh Daryl's hands made it's way up your shoulders massaging them lightly, his body shifted closer pressing himself on your back
He leaned his face forward, attaching his lips onto your shoulders, leaving sloppy kisses along the outline and earning a whimper from your lips
"Daryl stop. We need to get some rest"
You sighed, eyes still closed as you felt his kisses stop, he pressed his body even more. Your breath shuddered--
You could feel his now hard cock pressed againts your pantie-covered ass, his hands roaming latching onto one of your breast squeezing and massaging them with his palm
"S'Too late now"
With the feeling of his previous seeds trickling down out of your stuffed cunt, you groaned out-
Not again.
.
.
.
The day you caught him red-handed, was also the day he decided to seal his fate.
He was ready for the outcome; ready to have his ears worn out from your endless scolding, and maybe ready to face the fact you wouldn't want to talk to him anymore.
But he was dead wrong, looks like you also had your wild side as you suddenly kissed him out of the blue
The magazine still in your hands as you kissed him oh so desperately—
Your hands made it way gliding up his forearms onto his shoulders, he was a mess.
His hands now on your hips kissing you harder, the kiss became heated; Laying you down on his sleeping bag, parting your legs a bit as he made his way in between
Before his hands could slide your top up, you suddenly gripped him on the shoulders—hard.
"Why did you have to hide it from me hm?"
Daryl rested his head on your chest, breathing in a shaky breath, cheeks tinted in a deep-red color, unable to process the shit he's going through
Fuck he was embarrassed.
"Hey hey look at me—"
Your hands made it's way to rest on the sides of his face, lifting his face to meet yours
"You could've just asked"
With that last sentence escaping your lips, the barrier cracked open, he threw his morals out the tent crashing his lips again onto your plumped and swollen lips
"Fuck-"
He cursed in between kisses; enjoying the taste of your sweet lips, hands roaming all over your body as it nugged on the hem trying to get it over your head
The both of your lips parted losing the contact as he yanked your top off, he gasped for air staring down at you
You weren't wearing anything under
He felt his mouth watering from the sight of your bare breast, hovering his hands on your chest mounding the left one
Shit you're so beautiful, it was killing him.
As he squeezed both your breasts, you moaned in ecstacy—
"Daryl I--"
"Shh, S'okay doll, yer okay"
Throwing your head back, you felt a wet and warm mouth sucking on your nipple. It felt ticklish but pleasurable at the same time
Your hands couldn't stay still; roaming it all over his back, your back arched giving him even more access to explore your chest
Wet and sloppy kissing sounds filled the tent as he sucked even harder on your nipple, heck maybe leaving it all red and angry
Your hands settled onto his head, pulling out his hair moaning out his name
"Shh, easy doll easy-- wouldn't want the others to hear"
Oh right. The others were still outside by the fireplace. Shit you had to be quiet
His right hand made it way on your lips, parting them with just two of his fingers
"Dary-- hmphhh"
He inserted two of his digits in your mouth, muffling your words, coating his fingers with your warm and wet saliva
He had his focus back onto your bare chest, it seems like he couldn't get enough from kissing your delicate and soft skin
His left hand began tugging on your shorts, finding its way inside with a rush feeling
"Yer wet already huh? From jus' me kissin all over ya?"
He teased, a dangerous chuckle left his lips while he looked at your squirming figure
"Says the one who'd been jerking off to my pictures"
Something inside him snapped from you barking back; he immediately pulled down your shorts, latching your legs onto his shoulders, he leaned down
His face was inches away from your wet-hole, he leaned in slowly, breathing in the glorious scent as he exhaled. His warm breath hitting your cunt making you shudder--
Before he could lap his tongue onto you, a gut-wrenching scream emerged from outside the tent
"Daryl wait-- that was Amy's scream."
He blinked a few times, now fully awake-
Your hands hurriedly made it's way scrambling the area around you looking for your clothes as you unlatch your legs from Daryl's shoulders
With Daryl still fully clothed, he immediately exited his tent with his crossbow—making his way towards the source
With you having your top all wrinkled, your shorts barely hanging just right you stepped out panicking
"Holy shit"
The camp was being flooded by walkers, your brain stopped working as you scanned the area near you
There was two walkers on your left, you wasted no time to grab your pocket-knife stabbing it into their heads
In the corner of your eyes you could see Daryl, he was shooting his bows out hitting every single one of the undead that made their way towards him
After a few head stabs to the nearby walkers you breathed out in exhaustion.
"Jesus Christ this is sickening"
With the corpse laying on the ground- covering the place with that unbearable stench that had you scrunching up your nose
You made your way joining the rest of the group and making your way around asking for their condition
But then you saw her; Amy on the ground with Andrea on her side, her neck was bleeding out with raspy breaths escaping her mouth
Shit shit shit.
You ran to her, slumping on your knees rushing to press your palm onto her open wound in hopes of stopping the crimson liquid from flooding out
She had been bit and there was nothing you can do to stop it.
You kept watching as she tried to keep her eyes open, Andrea next to you weeping her heart out not ready to accept the fact that her sister was dying
With her last breath leaving her lungs you froze; you stood up slowly, your shirt soaked from both walker blood and Amy's. Your eyes stung, beads of tears flowing slowly hitting the ground underneath you
Amy was gone. And soon enough she'll turn just like the other ones on the ground
You made your way towards your tent with heavy footsteps, God you looked like you had just survived from a bear attack
Tears were still flowing down with you holding your breath to keep the sobs in, then suddenly you felt a grip on your shoulder
It was Daryl.
"What do you want Dixon?"
He had this uneasy look on his face as he stared at you, his lips were pressed into a thin line clearly worried for you-
"Just let me go, I'm sleepy"
You yanked yourself out of his grasp, continuing your way into your decorated and glittery tent not forgetting to zip the entrance back up.
The redneck was left stunned in his place, looking at you as you disappeared into your own tent
As you layed down on your back, you looked up-
'bzzzzz' a mosquito flew around you.
Shit, you had completely forgotten to fix that stupid hole on the roof of your tent
With an image recalling your previous activities with the redneck, you sighed out
"What am I getting myself into"
—
The next day was even more unbearable for the group
You woke up with your shirt still soaked in blood, hair tangled up in a mess, your eyes swollen from all the silent crying you did last night
Things could really change drastically in a small amount of time.
To sum up the later events; Rick had decided that the camp was no longer safe due to the sudden ambush, so the group had to gamble their way towards the C.D.C
The whole day you had your thoughts occupied not really wanting to talk to anyone around you
On the other hand, with every chance Daryl got he'd always try to approach you, maybe try to bring up yesterday's unfinished business
But with you all gloomy and tired, he decided that it's best if he gave you some space and time. It's visible to everyone that you desperately needed it
—
The journey towards C.D.C was hell, a trail of walkers following the vehicles from behind— hell you were in a bad mood.
Your stomach rumbled; barely eating anything the day before, your head was pounding, your throat dry as you coughed out
Daryl's eyes was on you the whole entire time, at the road with his hands on the wheel; his eyes would flicker towards you, you had your hand on your cheek as you stared out the window
You looked so beautiful and he kept praying so that he could get a taste of your lips for the second time
What felt like hours on the road, the RV came to a stop.
You jumped out as you scanned all around you, corpses were scattered and pilled up surrounding the building
And shit the smell was putrid and horrible.
You felt yourself wanting to vomit from the scent as it hit your senses.
The group walked into the building
"There's no one here" you managed to mutter out
Yup, looks like Rick had led the group to a graveyard
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With a needle piercing onto your skin and collecting your blood, Dr.Jenner had taken blood samples from the rest of the group
Seriously, you thought it was kind of useless despite your group not having to get bitten before
You let our a raggedy breath, feeling the liquid seeping out of the dot.
You weren't scared of needles, it felt as if you've just been bitten by a small ant.
But in your current condition; exhausted as fuck, Starving, and barely getting enough sleep
You literally almost died in attempt to enter the facility, walkers coming in from multiple directions
You heard Rick screaming something towards the camera, pleading his heart out convincing Jenner to open the entrance for the group—
With an exchange in saving you all from the horde of moving corpses outside, you and the rest of the group had to agree to give out blood samples—Exactly what Jenner asked for
It felt like very single one of you veins was ready to pop up from out of your skin.
"And done, you're all good"
You exhaled, relief washing away your worries as you stared out towards the samples
"you know, you look really familiar" Jenner traced out observing your features
The others had their attention to the both of you, curiosity plastered across their faces
'Please don't say it, please don't say it' your heart begged anxiously
"were you some kind of public figure before all of this?"
"well you could say that" you let out a nervous chuckle, your hand awkwardly scratched the back of your neck
Jenner saw how uncomfortable you were getting after he launched the previous question towards you, he gave his effort into changing the subject as let out another question-
"Are you afraid of needles?" Jenner asked.
"N-no, just a bit exhausted that's all.. and a bit hungry too"
Jenner let out a soft smile standing up from his spot, he made his way in front of the others as he introduced himself properly
"greetings everyone, my name is Dr.Jenner and welcome to the C.D.C"
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After having to have the dinner of your life you had your hands on your stomach; patting the full and stuffy feeling down
Your stomach was bloated after having to drink a few sips of wine and munching down a thousand dollar worth steak down your throat
A satisfied sigh left your mouth as you walked down the hallway, you had a towel over your damped hair—fresh out of the shower
After three or four steps you suddenly halted as you hear a faint sound from nearby.
As you peaked from the corner you saw someone—
It was Lori, Rick's wife and... Shane?
Wasn't that Rick's best friend...? What the hell is going on here?
You weren't the type of person to creep around and butt in someone else's conversation, you were just.. there.
But this one had yourself feeling like a curious cat, it was ten times better than the drama you watched before the outbreak
I mean who would've thought that someone else's wife had been sleeping with their husband's best friend and in the middle of an apocalypse too.
It was a gold worth drama-script, heck they could even win an Oscar for that shit.
But after a while you heard a small thud coming from the both of them, you looked again then gasped
Shane was struggling as he tried getting into Lori's pants, basically forcing her to make love with him
That was unacceptable.
As you were about to come out of the corner, you felt a hand wrapped around your arms.
You looked back immediately—
It was Daryl. And hell there was a faint alcohol scent all over him
"what the hell are you doing?" You ask the man, struggling to get your hands of his grip
Daryl didn't reply as he stared at you; his cheeks were tinted pink, his hair was a mess, a small hiccup escaped his lips
Gosh he looked so cute--
You erased the thoughts from your head, redirecting your focus back to Lori who needed help
"Daryl let go."
He stood still, his grip became tighter the more you tried to fight him. For what felt like a decade you groaned quietly
Just as when you were about to push him away, a sudden click gained your attention reverting your gaze back to Lori and Shane-
Wait where is Shane?
Looks like he went back to his room after failing his attempt to steal a wife.
You breathed in a relief knowing that Lori was fine, you slowly walked trying to make your way towards her
But then a soft call of your name could be heard from behind you
Without you turning towards him, he grabbed onto your hand dragging you along with him as he entered one of the unoccupied rooms
"Daryl wait--"
"shh"
He couldn't take it anymore, he needs you so bad it felt ridiculous
With the constant reminders of the previous intimate moment, gosh his mind was always filled with you
He was a horny man, horny for you. He was desperately needy for you.
He had his grip onto your sides, crashing his lips onto yours. You were shocked-
But with him eagerly trying to get his tongue into your mouth, you gave in—kissing his lips even harder, you and Daryl had a hot make out session with your hands all over him
As your lips parted from his, a string of saliva was created making a connection between both of yours and Daryl's lips
Without hesitation he began undressing you, hands hurriedly discarded your top and bottom then pushing you onto the plush mattress with a small thump, your half-lidded stared up at him-
His shirt was thrown over his head, presenting an image of his lean figure making his way closer to you
His hands trailed down onto his jeans, and fuck-
A hard tent in the middle of his crotch could be seen as he fiddled on the zipper—pulling it down.
After he discarded both his shirt and jeans, he went on to continue abusing your lips, his tongue making its way in past your lips, exploring your hot and wet mouth
"mhm~"
You moaned feeling his hands guide up your chest; squeezing your breast as the other one rubbed against your nipple
"f-fuck that's it, make those beautiful sounds f'me" Daryl spoke up, almost stuttering on every word
God you were perfect, painfully stunning underneath him like that-
His left hand trailed down, making its way to your cunt, You were soaked. He managed to smirk as he felt it:
"Gosh doll, yer so fuckin wet"
You whimpered in reply; feeling his fingers rub up and down your slit, rubbing on the folds gathering your arousal as it coated his fingers
"Why'a look at that"
Your eyes looked down at his fingers, and Jesus-
It was fully soaked in your fluids, he draged his fingers up towards his mouth then proceeded to suck on them creating slurping sounds
Fuck that was way too hot.
You rubbed your thighs together, the friction of it sent waves of pleasure as your clit rubbed against them, your hands slowly made it's way between your thighs-
"tsk tsk, who told ya' to touch yerself huh?"
What the--?!
Without warning he turned you around, with your ass in the air and your head down—your hand gripped hard on the sheets
"spoiled brat"
With a painful smack, you could feel your ass cheek burn with a stinging sensation, he had smacked you. He fucking smacked you.
You bit your lips from the feeling, your hand still gripping tightly on the sheets, choking out a painful moan
You couldn't tell if you were suffering from it or enjoying it as he launched a few more
"Daryl- please--"
You begged, your ass blood-red as it felt numb.
Daryl stopped, his hands now rubbing against the surface of the skin, cooing at you
"such a good girl f'me aren't ya? Behavin n' beggin like that" he spat as he mocked you
You cheeks burned deep red in embarrassment; your body bare underneath him, ass cheeks still up on the air with his hands mounding on them
You can't stand it anymore
"fuck me already, Please.."
With that last request escaping your lips, Daryl snapped.
His hands turning you over, laying you on your back as he spread your legs making his way in between them
As aligned himself with your cunt, rubbing slowly on the folds coating his cock with your wet slick--
"S-shit" he whimpered
You were soaking wet, all for him and because of him.
His eyes locked on your expression as he slowly pushed in you, you had your mouth hung open— your head was thrown back
The stretch was painfully addicting, your cunt felt small or he's probably too big.
Your hands gripped hard on his shoulders, strings of moans left your lips, you shut your eyes closed
Daryl stopped midway, smirking to himself.
With one strong snap of his hips, he slammed himself into you hard, his cock fully inside of you
"F-FUCK DARYL" you cried out
You felt tears forming in the corner of your eyes, your eyes wide open—hands scratching his back like a cat
"yer pussy is so fuckin tight doll- agh-" Daryl moaned out feeling your cunt milking his cock inside of you
After a while, he began moving his hips. Not slow but fast and hell you were a screaming mess
It felt as if your cunt was burning at first, but after a few snap of his hips, the pain has easen up and turned into waves of undescribable pleasure
"ah! Daryl i can't- I'm gonna-"
"hold it doll-"
You whined out as you felt your release coming, you had your fingers clawing against his back as your other hand gripped the sheets underneath you
"I can't, I can't! Daryl please-"
With just the last two or three thrust from Daryl's hips your release came in waves squirting out of your cunt.
Daryl had himself frozen from the sight of you squirting on his cock, with you screaming out his name as you came, thighs twitching from the intense release, your back arching with your breast on displayed for him
That was hot, way too hot for him to handle
After he discovered that you were somewhat a squirter— a new objective came to his mind that night: make you squirt all over him again and again till you pass out
And you did.
With what felt like endless rounds of his cock pumping in and out of your worn out cunt, you had passed out during the fifth round as he finally pulled out
His sticky cum dribbled out of your abused cunt dripping onto the sheets below.
Without wasting anymore second he had his two fingers gathering up the trails as he pushed it back into you—preventing you from letting a single drop of his cum escape your swollen and glistening cunt
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"y'know what Dixon, I always thought that you were a dickhead before" you laughed out
Your hands were on his chest, your head resting on his arms as you looked up at him
"really? I always thought yer hot y'know tha?"
He still had his eyes closed, his left arm underneath your head as you leaned on him with that Innocent look on your face
"is that a confession?" You teased
He suddenly turned quiet not moving a single muscle, after a few minutes you came into a conclusion of him maybe falling asleep
But the moment you were about to doze off to dreamland, he decided to speak up answering your question
"nah"
You scoffed:
"I change my mind, you really are a dickhead."
🍪 => miix's café [masterlist]
A/n=> I have officially ran out of ideas. This one was a mess and I am ashamed of myself ಥ╭╮ಥ, but anyhow please comment regarding on feedbacks and maybe suggestions for this one!
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don't forget to leave love and support ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ love u all!
as much as I hate to say this; I think I enjoy writing stories with an intense cliffhanger at the end, it's like uh fun to do? like the thought of imagining the outcomes is something I'd do before i knock myself out to sleep--
okay I feel evil, m sorry.
ANYHOW THE RICK X WAYNE FIC IS STILL PINNED IN MY DRAFTS?? IDK IF I SHOULD POST IT CONSIDERING MY OTHER FICS WAITING IN LINE TO BE POSTED--
oh and i didn't expect my Daryl fanfics would blow up that fast, since y'all love it that much maybe I'll try making more just for twd
again people please know that my requests are open so if you have any briliant ideas feel free to make an order!
thank you for watching me yap stupid shit that don't actually matter
Summary: you had realize being a model before was literally useless in outcomes of not obtaining any survival skills, but it turns out you've been helping someone without yourself even knowing.
— WARNING ⚠️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT —
Being a super-model was every teenage girl's dream career, well it was for you when you were barely seventeen
You would always watch those Victoria secret runway shows in your half withered TV while you had your hands Infront of you praying that one day you'd be just like them
But here you are now, in the photoshoot studio staring at the streets being filled with the undead crawling around covering half of Atlanta
What the hell happened?
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Climbing the steps to your current position wasn't all that easy.
You had to complete what felt like thousands of photoshoots, runways, interviews, evaluations and shit—
It felt like it was draining the life out of you
Modeling was a cruel profession, it hid something dark behind the word "successful" and a "high paying career"
Not to say it wasn't, your life is fulfilled by your modeling career, well safe to say at least you weren't living in poverty anymore
But having to have strict diets, tight schedule, intense beauty care—
It felt like you were going to die from malnutrition .
Sometimes you regret your choices on standing in your current state, but everytime you closed your eyes you saw her.
--Your teenage self, looking up at you with those glitters in her eyes having her hands Infront of her wishing to be just like you now, oh boy if only you weren't all that pure at seventeen
You could only sigh to yourself—
'just a few more shoots i could finally get a promotion'
And with those remaining days on your fingers, you were that close in becoming a Victoria Secret super-model, just one photoshoot away from that honor
But with a sudden outbreak going on; people turning into cannibals launching onto each other, streets filled with screams and terror
Here you were, stuck in the building as you eyed down looking for a possibility of survivors around you
How did you even last that long?
— That's simple. You literally survived by binge eating from the building's cafeteria and from the convenient store at the main floor
And what happened to your co-workers?
— They left a long while ago, but it seems like they didn't make it out for long as you could see them roaming around the streets rotting just like the others.
Now it's just you and yourself.
The only time you managed to kill one of the undead was your creepy manager, Jordan.
It looked like he reanimated inside the storage room, having to launch himself as he latched onto you
You had no choice but to grab the tripod stick next to you and bashed your manager on his head more than you could count with your fingers
That was a near-death experience by far and not having to meet any other living being for what felt like decades was the cherry on top
You nearly thought you were going skizo as you laughed to yourself time to time having no one to talk to.
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As a full month passed by you had gather the courage to finally "not be a pussy" no more
You decided to pack your stuff in a small luggage as you planned to get the hell out of that place, and maybe finally make your way out searching for sanctuaries.
As you raided the fashionable clothes from the dressing room you stuffed them right into the hot pink luggage making your way down to the main floor.
As you opened the door from the emergency stairs you looked out--
"What the hell?"
The main floor was flooded with the undead; the main entrance was wide opened, shattered glass everywhere
You cursed under your breath, oh you were dead meat.
You had to carefully and slowly retreat back to where you came from, step by step you made your way back onto the strairs closing the door in front of you
You sighed in relief, just when you were about to turn around a raspy groan could be heard behind you
You screamed in panic as one of the undead had it's arms around you, trying to bite down your shoulders
"Fuck fuck fuck!"
As you managed to body slam the moving corpse—you swung your luggage two or three times mushing the brain
After a few final twitch of the corpse you sighed in relief, it's finally dead (—like actually dead)
But your relief didn't last for long as a few of the undead was now banging onto the door
Well shit.
You had to be fast, carrying your hot pink luggage as you ran up the stairs heading for the second floor. You scrambled.
You were panicking—hair jumbled up like a jungle freak, carrying your luggage as if it's a baby
God you were on frenzy.
As you made your way onto the second floor, you could hear the door busted open. You hurriedly made your way onto the balcony, shutting the sliding door behind not before you covered the windows with the curtains from the insides
You gasped for air, breathing hard as you had your hands on your chest
That's was close.
You sat on your luggage, your mind was literally on fire as you had to quickly make your escape
You can't stay there for too long, it was like 40 degrees out here, you'd get a massive sunburn and hell you'd die first by the heat
That's when you saw a slight movement from the corners of your eyes, you saw someone— a boy wearing a cap, running around the city as he had a backpack on him
Without wasting anytime you had to scream out to what seemed like an Asian boy
"Hey!--" you had your hands out waving at the person
With the Asian boy turning at every angle trying to find the source you shouted out again
"Up here!"
He finally looked up spotting you,
"H-hey! You good?"
The boy screamed out, as he looked around his surroundings; with all those screamings going on a few of the undead made it's way reaching for the boy on the balcony
"I'm stuck here! Is there a way I could get to you?" You screamed out still looking for a way
You were glad you actually found someone, an actual human being that was talking and screaming.
Shit, you almost thought you were the only human alive at that point
—"hold on I'm gonna come for you!'
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Now here you guys were, in the back of a large truck heading out of town just to arrive to a place nearby the big city
you weren't expecting this at all.
—You literally had to help save a sheriff named Rick Grimes that was stuck in a tank, then you met a group of survivors at the mall and lastly you had to watch as the group left behind a guy named Merle at the roof of the mall
Good Lord that was crazy and damn you were exhausted
You kept your luggage on your lap as you hugged it tightly, all you could do now is just to pray to God that these people are good
You felt the truck coming to a stop as the driver's door opened, you made your way out of the truck adjusting your vision under the extreme rays of sunlight
It was a small camp, it had tents across the area with a small fireplace at the middle, and the place was packed with people
God you never felt so glad having to meet other people other than the undead ones, and it seems like you could get used to the place
You were led onto one of the unoccupied tents as you felt uneasy stares burning onto your skin, you brushed it off making your way into your tent zipping the entrance
Okay, you could definitely get used to this
You started decorating your tent as if your life depended on it, you looked at your reflection on the small hand mirror in your hand after changing
You puckered your lips as you applied lipbalm— satisfied at your appearance, you went over the other side grabbing your hairbrush when you suddenly stopped
"You handcuffed my brother on the roof and left him there!?"
A voice spoke up outside the tent, the voices were gaining your attention as you now unzipped your tent to peek your head out
There was that Rick guy, arguing with someone as the man infront of him tried launching a punch towards him
The man had short hair; strings of squirrels were dangling off his shoulders, he had his crossbow thrown as he launched a punch towards Rick
Oh so that one is Merle's brother
You watched the drama unfold in front of you, your head still peeking out as you had your full focus on the other Dixon in your view
You wouldn't lie, the guy was attractive; his body was lean, his eyes were hypnotizing and his accent as he spoke
Just when you were drooling over him, he turned facing you
Well shit, he caught you.
"Now why tha' hell d'we have damn a barbie peekin' out at tha camp?"
The redneck scoffed picking up his crossbow storming off back into the woods mumbling something under his breath
Well he sure seems like a tough redneck, you made your way out of your tent now turning to face the others
"So uh, what can I do here?"
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With Rick, Daryl, T-dog and Glenn going back to the city to retrieve Merle back, you had made quite the fame around
You helped them with almost everything you could, mostly about the clothes and fashion as you befriended Amy and her sister
You were hanging the last remaining clothes as you heard rustling from the nearby branch, you froze.
Your hand reached out for the knife in your back pocket ready to attack, the sound started to move closer and closer
You gulped in a cry— just as you raise your hand ready to launch an attack a figure came startling you from behind you screamed in terror
"Hey! Why the hell are ya' screamin?"
Oh it's Merle's brother, Daryl Dixon
"Wait what? God i thought you were a walker! I almost killed you"
You shouted at the man, an angry expression planted across your face
"Kill me? Oh please sweetface, the only thing ya did was just to scream at ma face, wasn't brave enough to swing that shit"
Daryl scoffed, rolling his eyes as he walked straight passing you
Seriously what a dickhead.
You spotted T-dog slowly making his way towards you, you stopped him as you asked
"So how did it went? you found him?"
T-dog had his head hung low, he had this sorrow expression across his face, yikes he must've felt bad
"Well then okay.. don't take it too much on yourself kay?"
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Daryl was busy prepping his hunt as he overheard one of the people's conversation
Usually he wouldn't care less but this one caught his attention, they were talking something about you.
"Well you saw her right? That's got to be her!"
One of the boy laughed out, handing out something to the other person next to him
"No way, That is her! We should ask for an autograph"
An autograph? From you?
Now he was fully frozen as curiosity was eating him alive, just who were you?
From his point of view the moment he saw your head peeking out of that tent, he was stunned. You were beautiful.
It felt like you cane straight out of those overpriced magazines they sell at the bookstore
You had such elegant features he can't simply put out. You were breath-takingly gorgeous but that was something he'd rather die than having to admit it Infront of your face
But with literal teenage boys talking about you here and there, it was driving him nuts wanting to know exactly who you really were
He made his way to the campfire following where the two boys went holding what looks like a magazine on their hands
As he went closer his eyes landed on you, you were wearing a short night-gown and Fuck, you look absolutely stunning.
He felt his breath hitched from the sight of you, your hair was gracefully placed on one of your shoulders as you had your focus on the person next to you—laughing about something they said
He watched as the two boys made their way towards you, tapping you on the shoulders—
"Hi there, may I help you both?"
You asked as you redirected your focus on the two people
"W-we just wanted to ask if you are somewhat a *****?"
A what now?
Daryl's hearing was muffled as he stood far too out from your spot, he decided to move closer. Well damn isn't he eager? Curiosity was eating the shit out of him
As he settled just a few feet away from you his eyes spotted something, a picture of you in one of the boys hands well specifically a magazine with your picture on it
It was a sinful image, you had nothing but lingerie on with your hands on your hips as if you were having a play for playboy
What the hell?
He felt his heart racing, he gulped in his saliva as he shifted his gaze back to you
No wonder you were that pretty, you were a model.
But he could see that your face was all red as you had your hands covering the image in front of you
"what the— where did you get that?!"
You snatched the magazine from the boy stuttering on your words while blabbering nonsense clearly embarrassed
As you gained your composure, you stared at both the boys with anger planted across your face
"Listen here young man, i want you both to get that thing away as far as you could. And if I still see you having that thing around I will tell your mother!"
You spoke out threatening them as you pout your lips with your hands on your hips
Who knew you could be this cute?
--"Well no! I risked my life sneaking out getting one of these, and you want us to throw them away?"
The boys now laughed, dangling the magazine Infront of you
"If you don't want to sign these then fine!"
Before they could turn their heel to leave, you immediately snatched the magazine out of their hands
"I'll take these, thank you"
Now Daryl was fully interested, you were definitely something. But now his eyes trailed down the magazine
He's gonna make sure he gets it.
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That night was cold, you were sleeping soundly on your tent with your sleeping bag zipped all the way through your head
From the other side of the camp, a faint sound of a tent being unzipped could be heard, Daryl stepped out of his tent as he made his way to the campfire
He looked around for a bit gambling in which tent you slept in, but then he spotted that one tent that had been decorated with.. fur?
Bingo.
He made his way quietly to your tent, holding his breath as his unzipped the entrance
Once he stepped in he saw your figure; in your sleeping bag like a damn cocoon, his eyes darted around your tent
It smelled like flowers, it had glitter all over, your clothes neatly folded in the corner— his eyes darted around the place then he saw it
The divine and glorious magazine.
He immediately snatched it preparing to leave your tent, but then he saw something in the corner of his eyes-- something he can't resist not to take
Your pink underwear.
It had lace all over the front as it also covered the back, it also had a tiny pink bow on the front. Dang it looks sexy
As he snatched that one too, he quietly zipped your the entrance back up, and made his leave over to his own tent as he sighed in relief
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You woke up with a big yawn, stretching your hands over your head
You had a great nap, as you looked around your tent you froze as your realize
"Where the hell is the magazine?"
You whispered under your breath, your hands made it's way lifting the sleeping bag in hopes of finding it under there
It's not here.
"fuck me." You slumped over your luggage, you had your hands on your face screaming into it
But then you realized,
It must be those two boys.
You immediately went out of your own tent to face the two naughty boys, giving a taste of their own medicine
You strode across the camp, again with your hands on your hips looking around
From afar Daryl had a nice view of your back, his hands on his bows slowly watching your every move
"Okay you both! Did you went into my tent to take that shit back?"
Your voice was firm, you didn't give a shit if you are being rude. Scaring the boys in front of you, They tried denying it but of course--
You didn't believe them one bit
You bended over to their height as you muttered something to threathen them
Daryl's breath hitched as he looks at you, you bended over; your ass in his view from under your nightgown, and that baby-blue panties of yours.
God damn it you were driving him nuts
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After successfully stealing your magazine that night, he had to open it. He couldn't understood the hype at first but the moment he opened it
It was then end for him.
Being a horny man he is, every flick of the next page he felt himself becoming hotter and hotter
In every page there you were, striking poses in nothing but only a matching pair of lingerie. And there was this one page--
You posed, bending over wearing a rich red-colored piece as you had this sexy look on your face
His hands made it's way to unzip the tent that formed under his jeans, his breathing was getting heavy as he stared out
Fuck, he's going insane
His hands pulled his boxer down as his hard cock springed out--
The tip was already slicked with pre-cum, he licked his lips. His left hand began to rub the head of his cock as whimpers spilled out of his lips
"N-nghh fuck"
He was getting so horny, his body felt like it's on fire, he needed it so bad to the point it hurts
He then began to fully stroke his cock, his grip tightening with every thrust up his hands—his eyes still staring down at the image on his right hand
His imagination went wild, with an image of the both of you in his tent. Having you underneath him; becoming a moaning mess as he slammed his cock right into your wet cunt
"F-fuck Daryl-- pleasee-"
He pulled back his cock until it was just the tip inside, then slammed back harder than before with a moan of your name.
With his hand he then proceeded to smack your left ass-cheek, and shit he received such a beautiful sound from your lips
He rubbed the skin, staring at his creation, your cheek had a faint imprint of his hands— the area around it blood-red as you chocked a moan pleading for a release
"Daryl-- I'm gonna--"
To his surprise, he came hard
His head was thrown back as his cock twitched hard in his hands. White and thick ropes of cum splurting out from the tip, milking him.
Once he opened his eyes, he stared down at his masterpiece and gasped, his cum landed straight on your picture covering the part of your stomach. He let out a shaky breath--
What the hell is he gonna do about you?
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After giving up in finding that magazine containing your unholy pictures in it you sighed, you tried busying yourself with more laundry trying to get the thought out of your mind
Not only did you lose the magazine, looks like your favorite underwear disappear into thin air.
You could've swore you took them out of the sun the other day, but how the hell did it just vanished
With one last rinse of the mini-skirt in your hand, you huffed out, then in the corner of your eyes you saw someone
"Hey Daryl" you smiled out
You look at him as he froze, he had his gaze at you but he was dead quiet not planning to speak any words
"Em, is there something wrong with my face?"
'yer so fuckin' beautiful, please make it stahp'
Those were the exact words Daryl wanted to scream out, but he had to keep it quiet not wanting his secret to be revealed. Not when you're here in front of him.
"Nah"
That was all he could mumble out, you raised one of your eyebrows as you smiled softly
"Yea sure.. oh and by the way I need your help in something"
Now Daryl was the one with his eyebrow raised as he waited for you to continue
"I think there's a hole in my tent that needs to be fixed, maybe you could help me?"
He was damned, you had that innocent smile across your face as your eyes twinkled, he wouldn't be that strong enough.
"Nah, m'busy"
He was quick to shut you down, turning to his left leaving you frozen in your spot
Dickhead.
"Well fine m'gonna do it myself!"
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With Daryl out hunting in the woods, you made your way towards his tent in hopes to find the materials you need to fix that damn hole on the roof of your tent
It was pissing you off, mosquitoes made it's way in your sleeping area biting the crap out of you
Before you could enter, you saw Lori and Carl having a conversation. You decided to stop by
"Hey guys" you waved gaining their attention
"Hi!" Carl spoke out while a big smile on his face
After a brief conversation with lori, her last sentence made shivers ran down your spine
"becareful of Daryl Dixon, saw that man creeping around your tent last night"
A-ha!
You made your way back into Daryl's tent clearly to try and find the magazine obtain the material you need to fix your tent
Unzipping his tent, you made your way in. You scanned the whole place, it had a faint scent of his woody-musky smell, and his clothes were everywhere.
As you began rummaging around, you obtained a ducktape
"perfect"
Just as you lifted up his pilled of clothing you saw something that made you gasped
It was your favorite pink-laced undies
How the heck did it get here?
Now you were fully convinced that Daryl was the one who stole your magazine
You continue to rummage around his tent for the second time, not long after you found the item you've been looking for
You flicked the pages scanning it one by one, just as you went over to the mid section you stopped
There was a single page, it was damped in some sort of Mysterious sticky liquid as some of it landed on your stomach in the image
You were shocked.
Not only is Daryl Dixon a dickhead, he's also a fucking pervert.
Not gonna lie; the thought of Daryl jerking himself off to your pictures was hot. You literally ate that shit right up
But if there was one thing you could point out—It would probably be the fact that he treats you as if you were some kind of bimbo-bitch while also jerking off to you
That way clearly unacceptable.
So you stayed there in his tent, waiting for his return from his hunting trip
Your mind raced, thousands of questions made it's way up your brain wanting to launch themselves at the man
For what felt like hours the sound of unzipping finally caught your attention
You held the magazine on your hands as your undies were sprawled in front of you
The tent slowly opened to reveal the man, he immediately froze noticing your presence
"hello there Dixon! Care to explain what this is?"
There you were right in front of him with that Innocent smile on your face.
He was caught guilty.
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pairing | Daryl Dixon x dead!reader | "risk it all for you" 🫀
Genre | ANGST [grief, depression] | mentions of death | traumatic-experience |
Summary: Daryl Dixon was known for being a man who feared nothing. But what would happen if the only person he ever cared about happened to be taken away from him?
—The night was cold, the wind brushing through his cheeks as he sat down on the bench near the lake,
Shaky breaths left Daryl's mouth as he stared out, his mind was on overload. Filled with you.
A month without you, his sanity slowly drifting away now that you're gone.
The first week was hell, your toothbrush still untouched next to his, the sheets carried your faint scent which he loved the most
The house was painfully quiet not having the sound of your footsteps running around the hall looking for him
And the way you always call out his name with that soft voice of yours—as if it was made out of the softest silk
He fucking misses you.
Every night he had a hard time sleeping, the other side of the bed cold as he stood awake staring at the emptiness
And every fucking time he closes his eyes, an image of your bloody figure filled his view bringing him back to that day
The day he lost you.
The day God decided it was time for you to rest.
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You and Daryl were on a weekly and usual run, You both went out scavenging medical supplies having Denise to list them out
Just as you thought it'll be a quick sweep
Oh you were dead wrong.
In your current state, your body was pinned down by one of those nasty walkers, you held them with all your might—your knife on the ground a few feet away from you
"fuck"
You cursed out under your breath, your hand reaching for the knife as the other one busy holding the walker by the throat
Just then, a sudden arrow hit the walker by the head, clean.
The walker now falling to the side with a thud—you sighed in relief
"Thank you.." you looked at the man, Your husband.
"Com' on"
He helped you up then proceed to scan the exposed parts of your body
"are ya' hurt? did ya get bit?"
His voice filled with concerned, eyes uneasy as he scanned you hands roaming all over your skin
"Hey hey relax I'm fine" you managed to smile reassuring him
The both of you went further into the woods, your hand in his, as you slowed your steps taking in the view around you
You suddenly stopped, leading Daryl to look at you with a curious look—
"What?" Daryl asked as he now mimicked your movements
'shh'
Then you guys heard it; the rustling of a nearby bush, the sounds of wet puddles being stomped on— not once but multiple times
You peeked through the large tree next to you, Daryl behind you trying to get a good look at the source
Shit.
It was a group of men and boy they don't look so nice, you began to observed them; in front of them was a boy, he looked terrified as he had his hands displayed in front of him—shielding himself
"Please- please spare me"
The boy on the ground begged, now shifting onto his knees clinging on a man's legs
"I- I was wrong"
The man in front of the person seems like the leader as he was larger than the rest, his left hand was covered in red-crimson liquid as he stared down
"Aw come on kid, told ya—if ya ran wouldn't make it too far out"
The leader laughed out loud now kicking the boy that was kneeling on the ground
"L-look please I'll do anything please f-forgive me"
You watched as they tormented the boy. Your body flinched from every stab of a knife the leader launched towards the him
Blood flowing from the person on the ground, as a large cut traced from his chest down to his lower-abdomen with small stab wounds across his stomach
It was sickening and cruel.
Who were they?
Daryl tapped you on your shoulders signalling to get out of that place as soon as possible, as you turned your direction from the men--
"Shit"
You had tripped over a branch, you looked up at Daryl a mortified expression sprawled across your face
Without wasting time his hand immediately grabbed yours dragging your body with him as you both sprinted away
The group of men had now gained their attention towards the both of you—
"HEY STOP!--" one of the men shouted
"Boss, what do we do with them?" The other one asked
The leader stood still as he eyes down the person whom he just killed; blood still gushing out from the open wound draining him.
"Find them and kill them"
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After for what felt like hours the both of you stopped, your lungs were on fire as you breathed in—desperate for air
"I think- I think we lost them" you said as you gasped
"huh— ya' good?" Daryl managed to ask in between breaths
"Y-yea, m sorry" you looked down, sweat dribbling down from your temple dripping to the ground below
Damn you probably look like a mess now
"Look we gotta keep goin' can you do it?" Daryl said as his breathing steadied, he offered a hand in front of you
"Yea, let's go"
Just as when you were about to put your hand in his, you saw one of the men earlier from the corner of your eyes
The man had his sniper in front of him, ready to pull the trigger right at Daryl's back
"DARYL WATCH OUT--"
Without thinking twice you pushed him to the side then you stopped
you felt it.
A large pain surging through your veins as your inner-shirt began to be soaked in warm liquid
You've been shot clean—right at the chest.
Daryl who was in the ground looked at you in terror, frozen trying to process the situation
He screamed your name as you collapsed to the ground holding your chest
"F-fuck"
You gasped out your brain felt dizzy as you're losing your consciousness, it was painful
"H-hey it's okay, it's okay. You're okay"
Daryl panicked even more, his hands found it's way on your chest pressing down on the wound
"No no no please no" Daryl chanted like it's a part of his breath
"Hey sunshine, keep your eyes open fa' me can ya?"
Daryl's voice was shaking and so is his body, he eyes you down tears forming in the corner of his eyes
With the man whom shot you now sprinting closer, Daryl had no choice but to carry you as you both made your way to escape
You were dying in his arms
And for the first time the brave Daryl Dixon felt something—fear.
The fear of letting you slip away.
As he ran farther away from the man with you in his arms, he felt a rush of adrenaline
He looked down meeting your pale complexion as blood began dripping on the dirt with each movement
"Please bare with me kay' love, can ya do that f'me?"
Daryl held in a cry— he spotted a cabin up ahead, Then without thinking twice he immediately went in
He placed you on the abandoned couch in the cabin as he began rummaging through the cabinets looking for a medkit
You kept your hand on the wound pressing down on it hard, you felt dizzy; your vision was clouded, there was this sharp ringing in your ears
It'll be too far and too risky if you both made your way back to Alexandria now, You'd die on the way
But here you are with Daryl panicking as he puts all his efforts in saving you
"Fuck fuck fuck!"
Daryl banged on the shelf, there was nothing in the cabin—nothing that could save you
As your vision began to blur, you managed to call his name gaining his attention
"Daryl.." you coughed out
He immediately turned his head hearing you call his name with that soft voice, not the soft one he'd always hear, but the soft voice that indicates that you were dying.
He ran to you, as he held you close
His tears flowing freely as he held you, putting his hands on top of yours as he pushed down on the wound
"Yer' gonna be ok, please please jus-- jus' look at me"
Daryl begged, his voice was hoarse.
You felt your eyes began to sting as tears dripped down
"Daryl sweety, i-im sorry-- I'll be okay" you managed to smile reassuring him that you'll be okay.
As he made his way to sit on the couch clinging and latching you onto himself, he sobbed hard watching you as your life drained
"Just promise me one thing--" You whispered
By this time your shirt has been fully soaked in your own blood—Daryl's hand covered in it as he pressed harder on the wound
"M-mhm?" Daryl hummed
"Promise me you'll end it before I turn, p-promise me you'll never give up o-on anything"
Daryl had his eyes on you, tears dripping down on your cheeks as he cried out—
You were dying on his arms; taking the bullet trying to protect him, and the worst part is--
There was nothing he could do about it besides holding you againts his arms
"I.. I love ya' sunshine" he said in between sobs
Your eyes widen, it was the first time he ever said that to you. Everytime you'd say that words to him he would usually give you a melting smile
But this time he actually said it, and that was the only closure you'll ever need
"I love you forever Daryl"
With those final words, your vision distorted taking in the darkness filling your sight as your breath slowed
Daryl had himself frozen, unable to process anything as he stared at your now lifeless body in his arms
You were just laughing and smiling to him a few hours ago, now why-
why did you have to go?
What felt like hours holding you close to him, he had to make a decision
You wouldn't want to end up like those rotting walkers.
He drew your knife from your back pocket as he held it next to your temple, as he was about to press in he stopped--
He can't do it. He can't.
His head dropped down on your chest, crying his heart out while your body was still underneath his touch unable to feel and hear his cry
Then he did it, with a last sigh he plunged the knife right at your temple, preventing your reanimation .
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His body would jolt awake shaking with the image, gasping hard for air,
He stood up with his hands on his head now making his way towards the bathroom as he stared at his own reflection
His cheeks were stained with tears, his hair jumbled up; he looked as if his soul was drained all the way through
He was a mess without you.
But with all of the things going on right now, There was this one thing he's always keep close with him
It was a small Polaroid of you, Both of your hands on your cheeks as you smiled so sweetly towards the camera
He could hear your faint laughter everytime he stared at it, he took it on runs, in his sleep, literally everywhere and everytime
As he exited his bedroom, he was met with a pair of eyes staring at him worriedly
"Daryl.."
Oh. It was carol.
She had a concerned look planted across her face as she stared at the man in front of her
Daryl didn't answer as he passed her heading back to the bedroom
"Just for how long are you planning to live like this?.. You know this isn't what she wanted"
Carol's voice was firm, barely a whisper as she stayed in her spot
Daryl stopped his track hearing your name rolled off her tongue
"Don't talk about er' and go home"
He continued his way back to the bedroom leaving carol back in the hall standing still frustrated at the man
He made his way to the bed, sitting on the edge as his eyes traveled to the picture frame next to the small lamp
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"Daryl don't take pictures of me! You know Glenn would be mad if he knew you're the one who had been stealing his Instax"
You laughed aloud as he snapped a quick picture of you
"So? M jus' borrowin it" he huffed quietly still focused on the polaroid that is now printing from the camera
You made your way to his side as you stared down the picture on his hands
"I LOOK HORRIBLE" You gasped hitting his shoulder softly
"Nah' you look fine. Beautiful as ever" he smiled as he nugged his shoulders against your hand
"You're impossible Dixon." You said letting out a soft chuckle
"Yet ya' still love me" he smirked
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As Daryl released the frame on his hands, he felt tears streaming down his cheeks again.
All the images of you came back rushing through his brain like a damn train, it was all just a distant memory
It's corrupting him and eating him from the inside-out, as if he could hear your voice through the pictures, echoing in his ears.
He acknowledged the fact that there was no way in getting you back
You were gone forever.
But if there was a chance, just a small chance to bring you back, to feel your head resting on his shoulder, to hear your voice as you yap about all the things you love about him
He'd risk it all for you
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🍪=> miix's café [masterlist]
A/n=> finally risking my life making a Daryl Dixon angst, tried my best to make it as sad as possible ಥ_ಥ (made me glench my heart during the process) let me know on what you guys think!
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