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I don't know if I'm the only one but I love levi modern au fanfics and headcanons. It just heals me and the aot world sounds too stressful for me.. I just wanna read about me n my man chilling in our apartment maybe with some bitches tryna steal him from me.. Yes this is the kinda shit I wanna read for comfort.
Not Daryl holding the baby and calling her "sweetheart".
OH MY HEART
(TWD S3:E5)
Save Me, Save You Series Masterlist
Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV)
Pairing: Savior!Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Era: Saviors War (S7/8)
Series Warnings: canon-typical violence, character deaths (canon), guns, blood/injuries, explicit language, sexual content. (Individual chapters will have warnings as well)
Summary: When a dangerous new community attacks, life in Alexandria gets turned upside down. In an attempt to protect your people, you volunteer to meet the bizarre demands of the new community's eccentric leader, including becoming his wife. But along the way, you meet an old community legend, who has fallen down a dark path. Will you be able to save him, your people, and yourself, or will you be lost in the struggle?
A/N: This series follows the events of Seasons 7 and 8, but there are some adjustments in the timing of events for pacing purposes.
Can’t wait to read this!!
I'm into the walking dead rabbit hole yet again.
And something you need to know about me as a twd fan? I'm a Lori Grimes apologist. My girl did nothing wrong. I was defending her back in the day and I still am.
If Lori Grimes doesn't have anyone defending her, that means I'm dead.
No for real. I’m not justifying what she did but I will defend her. Also at least she wasn’t as bad as comic Lori
I saw a very blunt Instagram comment today that told a writer, "AI is going to steal your job soon. You may want to choose something else." It was so nonchalant and casual, like what was just said wasn't heartbreaking to hear.
Can we writers just make a pact just to... not quit? Can we not give in so easily? Can we actually fight to keep our professions and continue to share our own original work? I will never expect writing to be my main source of income, but that does not mean I'm so willing to give it up for the sake of some robot.
But Put Together, the Cracks We’ll Close In
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Setting: Early Alexandria
Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; mentions of past child abuse; mentions of suggested abortion; blood and injury
Summary: Fresh into Alexandria, Daryl meets his match in a two year little girl and slowly loses his heart to her mother. You.
A/N: Based on the request/headcanon from @louifaith Just a couple of things. The child is described as in hair and eye color. Nothing is mentioned of reader so these traits could come from her father. There is also the mention of an “Eskimo kiss.” I grew up using that term but I’m not sure if it is offensive or PC nowadays. please feel free to send me a message if I need to change it. It is not my intention to be offensive to anyone! Also, sorry if anyone likes Spencer. He's always my go to asshole.
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Daryl Dixon x Mom!Reader With Baby Headcannons
*GIF isn't mine*
Warnings: None, really.
Word count: 802
A/n: I'm in desperate need for some Scud Frohmeyer or Daryl requests. I have two requests that I'm working on right now but I have no idea where I want to go with them, so they're going to be on hold for now until I get the motivation to write them again. I'm so sorry, but I'm hoping that some new ideas might spark some motivation back into my mind, then I can go back to those stories and give it my all!
Growing up a Dixon - through Daryl’s eyes
Been thinking about Daryl who documented his life through the lens of a shitty stolen digital camera. In a typical loud, rowdy, argumentative household, Daryl learned to appreciate the quiet and peaceful moments in his life.
I'll find you- Daryl Dixon X y/n Oneshot Part 3
This will be a 3-5 part oneshot story that is in the works! Set in the beginning of season five and onward.
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Part 3
Y/N had thought she knew what fear felt like, but now she was second guessing herself. She had done a lot of scary shit as a kid that ended with her scared, but nothing like now. She had followed what she believed to be Daryl’s tracks all the way to Virginia.
Stupid Virginia.
She didn’t even know if it was Daryl who she was following. For all she knew she had been following strangers for a good while with the foolish hope of it being the one person she believed could outlive anything.
Now, all alone in a state she had never been in –and so close to D.C which undoubtedly held more walkers than Y/N thought was necessary, Y/N didn’t know what to do. She was hungry, and tired of running from the crazy men with W’s on their foreheads. On top of that, she was bleeding from a gunshot to her shoulder.
Nothing was going her way. Hell, she should have just stayed in the damn train car back at Terminus. Yes because that would be much better than whatever I’m doing now!
On the other side of D.C., so close to where Y/N was fighting for her life right now– clueless to the redneck doing the same thing– Daryl was trapped in a car with Aaron, wondering how they were going to get out of the mess they were in right now.
He pulled out a cigarette and lit it with his almost empty lighter.
He felt stupid for believing the couple of eighteen-wheelers they had found would have food in them. He should have known and now he was going to die because he didn’t continue searching for the man Aaron and him had seen.
The two sat in silence, Daryl with his cigarette between his fingers and Aaron biting his lip, a worried look on his face. Both men were too busy mulling over the next course of action to even acknowledge one another.
Daryl knew it would have to be him who went out and made a path for Aaron to get home; not only because he was more equipped to handle something like that, but because he had nothing to lose like Aaron did.
“There will be another way.” Aaron said, his eyes wide after hearing Daryl say he would fight off the herd that had formed around the vehicle.
Daryl shook his head and took one last drag of his cigarette. “Nah, there ain’t no time to wait around. These windows won’t last for long.” He frowned and tossed the butt of the cigarette into the backseat. His hand was on the door handle when Aaron grabbed his shoulder, not seeming to notice the way Daryl tensed up.
“We do it together. We go home together.” Aaron said.
Daryl chewed on his lip before nodding slowly. Unlike Rick, Daryl was beginning to trust Aaron. He was one of the good ones.
Before the two opened their doors, a stick rammed through a walker's head. Then another, and then another. Daryl jumped into action, opening his door and helping kill the rest of the herd, Aaron not far behind him.
It wasn’t long until the Alexandrian’s were faced with a stranger they hadn’t seen before. Daryl’s eyes narrowed as he watched the stranger pull his stick out of a fallen walker.
“Who the hell are you?” Despite saving them, Daryl wouldn’t put it past this man to be the same one who set up this trap.
However, despite his accusing tone, the stranger only smiled. “I’m Morgan.” There was a slight pause before Morgan spoke again, reaching into his pocket to pull out a map. “I’m looking for someone.”
Daryl took the map from him and frowned, the world suddenly feeling much smaller than it should be. His brother’s name was scribbled in Abraham’s handwriting, walker blood that wasn’t there before was splattered on the map, tainting it.
“What the hell do ya want?” Daryl spat out. He knew the name Morgan was familiar but he was so hung up on making sure his family would be safe before he said anything about them. He didn’t need this right now. He was tired and wanted to go home or do something to keep himself moving.
Morgan’s smile grew bigger. “You do know him.”
Daryl suppressed a flinch. It wasn’t common for someone to be able to read him so easily. In fact, the only person who could wasn’t here. And she never would be ever again.
Daryl shook that thought away and tried to get a read on the man in front of him. Right now he was wondering if the unnerved smile on Morgan’s face was a sign of craziness or pure stupidity.
Maybe both.
In the end, Aaron and Daryl agreed to take Morgan back to Alexandria. There was no sign of the man they were originally out to find, but Daryl had already made plans to go back out in a couple of days and look for him again. Deep down he knew it wasn’t just to help people, but to leave those suffocating walls behind him and relish in the safety of the woods.
“Was it just you out there?” Aaron asked after a few minutes of the three treading through the woods in the pitch black.
“For the most part.” Morgan said. He hesitated before continuing. “I was with someone else, back when I was in Georgia… we were helping each other, but then she decided she was better on her own.” A small, sad, chuckle left his mouth. “I don’t know where she is now.”
It was quiet until Aaron decided to continue the conversation. “What was her name?”
Morgan didn’t answer right away, almost like he was mulling over whether he should even be talking about the girl at all. Daryl couldn’t see why he would hesitate, it wasn’t like she was here to do anything about it.
“Her name was Y/N,” Daryl stopped. Every muscle in his body tensed up as he tried to figure out if he imagined hearing his girl’s name or if Morgan had truly said it. There had to have been hundreds of women out there with the name Y/N. Morgan continued, coming to a stop a few feet behind Daryl. “I didn’t know much-”
“The hell did ya just say?!” Daryl’s mind was running a million miles an hour. Who knows how long Morgan had been tracking Rick and the group, it could’ve been along the same timeline as when the prison was destroyed– when Daryl lost the one person he vowed to never leave behind.
The silence after Daryl’s question ticked him off enough for him to toss his crossbow on the ground and turn to Morgan. He moved so quickly the man didn’t seem to know what was happening.
“The hell did ya say?!” Daryl yelled in his voice. Aaron said his name, trying to get the redneck to back off, but nothing seemed to reach Daryl’s ears. He needed to know if he had heard Mogan right; he needed to know if Y/N was alive.
Daryl watched as Morgan tried to find a way out of his grip. An impatient growl left Daryl’s lips and he shoved Morgan's back further into the tree.
“Y/N.” Morgan spat out. If anyone could see the near heart attack Daryl had, they didn’t say anything. “Her name was Y/N. She said she was looking for someone, that’s all I knew of her… why? Did you know her?”
Daryl let go of Morgan as if he was burned. She was alive. She was alive and he had stopped looking for her. She had never given up, but he had. Suddenly the necklace tucked under his shirt became heavy and known. I left her.
He had broken the one promise he had even had the intention of keeping. A feeling of self-loathing so strong Daryl thought he would fall over took over his senses. He had left her. She could be anywhere, with anyone. She was alive, Daryl realized now, she was alive and she had been since he lost her. No one could kill Y/N but Y/N and he had doubted that, had assumed she had died months ago.
A strangled noise left Daryl as he turned around and stomped back toward where he left his bike. He was going to take Morgan and Aaron back to Alexandria, then he was going to fix the promise he broke. Still, in the back of his mind, Daryl feared he was too late.
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Y/N wasn’t sure when she had lost consciousness or how long she had been knocked out on the harsh ground of the woods. Old habits seemed to die hard, and Y/N’s body abruptly awoke at the sound of a walker growl. She was sluggish as she stood, feeling blood ooze out of her shoulder and she pulled a knife slower than she would have liked. With a flick of her wrist, Y/N’s knife hit her target, albeit a little off center.
She felt dizzy as she walked over to the walker and pulled her knife out of its head. Then, with as much strength as she could muster, Y/N searched for a place to rest up before she passed out again.
Her mind was slow and it took all she had in her to not grow hopeless. But this time she didn’t need to stop herself about questioning where Daryl was, instead, she had to stop herself from wondering if she could go on any longer. Being alone was taking a toll on her; with the people she had met from Georgia to Virginia, Y/N wasn’t sure if she would last any longer.
Despite knowing all she needed rest, Y/N let the hopelessness consume her until she was inside a house and knocked out on the floor inside the house.
Red- Chapter 19
AN: Just an Fyi, this is a TWD fanfiction, meaning there are a lot of TWs, including loads of violence (of all kinds)
No smut!
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I ran through the woods, Matthew right behind me.
My breaths came in harsh and my legs were screaming in protest. Just a bit farther. I promised myself.
Matthew stumbled out of the underbrush and doubled over, his cheeks red and mouth open as he huffed for a breath. I moved his arm around my shoulder and kept going.
I flinched as a bullet ricocheted off a tree to my left. It was too close. They were too close.
But this was only the start
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Chapter 19
Rossary
*Three Months Later*
My body ached as I kicked the soccer ball into the makeshift goalie. I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept through the whole night, and going out all the time in search of people to live at the prison was finally taking a toll on my body. There was no way being in my thirties made me old but I was beginning to feel like I had the bones of a ninety year old.
Then again, when you don’t take care of yourself and spend multiple nights sitting on a cement floor without any sort of comfort, it can take a toll on your body. And of course winter was finally here and the cold never did not help my body fight off any issues.
“Hell no! That’s not fair!” I yelled as Rick came over and scored a point for Matthew and Carl. The two boys snickered, Matthew mimicking my voice. I scowled and picked up the ball and threw it at my brother.
Matthew’s face fell and he grabbed the ball, ready to throw it at me before getting called over by one of the people from Woodbury. A sardonic smirk spread on my face as Matthew walked over to a girl, his cheeks pinked from the cold. My smile grew as he threw an arm over the girl’s shoulder. From here I could see Matthew’s mouth move quickly as he spoke to the girl, a smile spreading on his face as he undoubtedly made a fool of himself.
Carl shook his head, looking like he wanted to stick around but knowing his dad had other plans for them.
“Hey,” Rick called for his son. “Come on, we got pigs to catch.”
I snickered as the young boy, who had grown up so much these past few months, scowled.
“You wanna come with us?” Carl asked hopefully.
I shook my head. “Nah I’m gonna stay here to see what else will happen today.” Carl’s frown only deepened. I pat his head, giving him an apologetic smile before grabbing my weapons and getting ready to help around the prison.
The sound of a motorcycle stopped Carl from trying to convince me to go with them once more. Daryl slowed down until he was in front of us. It seemed it was just him going out today, meaning he was continuing his search for the Governor.
“I’ma head out, be back in a couple days.” Daryl said. He wasn’t looking for anyone to stop him this time. Hell we were lucky he stopped for a conversation. It had been three months with no sign of the Governor but Daryl didn’t want to quit looking. It was his way of dealing with the death of Merle and the newcomers added to the prison.
Neither Daryl or I were very fond of people and more often than not the two of us were outside the fence. Typically we were together, but recently we had been spending more time apart from one another, one of us was always doing something and too busy to go out with the other. I frowned. It had been two months since Daryl and I had been able to do something with one another without something impeding on our time together.
Rick nodded. “Be careful.”
The two men shared a meaningful look before Daryl looked away. Rick and Carl waved at Daryl and I before heading to go out into the woods in search of the pigs they spotted a day ago.
“Are you looking for him?” Daryl nodded, keeping his blue eyes on my face. I bit my lip. “How long are you gonna be gone this time?” I asked the redneck. There was an emotion in my voice that I couldn’t understand. I realized, standing here in front of Daryl, how much I missed being near him. Although, it was a nice change of pace going around the prison without someone mentioning something about the two of us. The thought of someone speaking about me sent a shiver down my spine.
It got to the point where it felt like we couldn’t be seen together. Then again, it may have just been me who felt like that, especially considering I had grown up in the spotlight and ran away from it. Now it felt like I was back in it, but this time with nowhere to go. Daryl frowned, his eyes questioning where my mind went.
I shook my thoughts away as Daryl shrugged. He looked up, squinting as he tried to block the sun out of his eyes. “A week maybe. Dunno yet.” I nodded. “Ya wanna come with?”
I bit my lip to hide the small smile threatening to show itself. “Sure I wouldn’t be interrupting your alone time?” I joked
A scowl was etched on Daryl’s face. “Ya already do.”
I hit his arm. “You and I both know you’re the one who won’t leave me alone Daryl Dixon.” His cheeks grew a deep red and he shook his head.
He looked forward. “You comin’ or not?”
I smirked and got on his bike, and wrapped my hands around his torso. If only to tease him, I pushed myself closer to Daryl, my mouth next to his ear. “We both know you’re obsessed with me, hell you even love me-”
The sound of the motorcycle cut me off and without another word Daryl took off. I was smiling so hard it hurt, a laugh leaving my throat as Daryl tried to hide his bright cheeks.
He sped through the gate before it could close, causing Rick and Carl to look over, the former with widened eyes as Daryl narrowly missed them.
The prison group was growing, and while that was good, it also meant there were less and less places to hide away from people. So, when I was able to get away I made sure to cherish every second of it.
When Daryl finally slowed down we were at the outskirts of a small town made up of small buildings scattered around. I looked around, taking note of my surroundings before hopping off the bike.
I squinted at the sky.
“Might rain,” Daryl muttered as he handed me an empty bag. I swung it over my shoulders. “Come on, We’ll check around town and grab stuff for the prison while we’re out.”
I followed behind Daryl and played with a knife in my hands. The town was barren. With the exception of a walker or two, there wasn’t hardly anything here. I frowned at the words painted on certain store.
Clear
Not here
No one gets to live
An uneasy feeling seemed to take control of my senses. I made note of every hiding spot, the easiest exit and where walkers would come from first. Daryl stopped in front of an old restaurant, a dark look in his eyes. I followed his gaze and noticed the writings on the restaurant walls. Walkers wandered about inside.
“Come on,” Daryl muttered. We walked some more until we were in front of a boutique.
Nothing was said as Daryl opened the door to the boutique and walked in. I followed after him before venturing over to the farthest side of the store while Daryl checked the front.
My hand touched the racks full of clothes as I walked toward the backrooms. I used to love going shopping before the world ended. The times when I could be in my own head for hours, looking at clothes with no thought in the world. Now the idea of wanting to be oblivious of all that was around me didn’t feel right..
I made quick work of grabbing anything useful for the prison, making sure to check every corner for anything that could be deemed remotely useful. When I finally decided there was nothing else that could be taken, I walked to the front to find Daryl. He didn’t look up as I rested against the checkout station.
My eyes watched as Daryl stuffed a few items into his bag, his hand hesitating over a small keychain before finally deciding he would take it.
“Anywhere else to check in here?” I asked as Daryl stood to his full height.
He grunted and gestured for me to follow him out the door. A few walkers had gathered in the center of the town square. I gripped my knives and followed Daryl.
Lightning lit the now dark sky, thunder following right after. I grit my teeth together and quickly made note of any place that would be safe to take cover.
“Alright c’mon we got time to look a bit more.” Daryl said. He was looking at the blackened sky, calculating when exactly it was going to rain.
Our steps were silent as we rounded the corner and went deeper into the town. My eyes watched every nook and cranny near us. The writing on the walls of the buildings grew sparse as we rounded a corner.
Daryl was a foot in front of me when he stopped, his back going rigid before he turned around and gripped my shoulders.
“Go!” He yelled. I didn’t hesitate and found my footing before breaking off into a sprint. From the corner of my eye I saw the herd we had just about walked into. My mind ran haywire and I quickly connected the dots. The walkers in the restaurant, the writings on the walls before they finally decreased. It was a trap that neither of us had noticed.
I planned to run back to the town square but that plan ended as soon as I came face to face with a walker. It was so close to my face I could see every wrinkle in its decaying skin.
“No-” Daryl’s voice was strangled as the walker growled. I fell back, tripping over my own two feet and landing on my ass. I couldn’t roll with the fall and ended up closer than the herd than I would’ve liked. Daryl was in front of me a shocked look on his face. I darted away from the herd, my feet barely underneath me as I tried to keep myself from falling face first into cement.
Something grabbed onto my arm, its grip hard and firm as it pulled me upright. I hadn’t noticed I was holding my breath until I realized the person grabbing me was living and not what would be my death. Daryl’s eyes looked as if he had seen me die. And more than likely he though he did; I could only imagine what he must’ve seen from where he was standing.
Daryl, as often as he could be right, was wrong. It was just our luck to find the infested part of the town right before it began raining. At first, it was just a drop or two but it quickly drenched our clothes, leaving us sprinting down the streets toward the crappy apartment complex. I squinted in order to try and keep water from obstructing my view.
Daryl pointed at a sign showing how to get to an apartment complex. “We’ll hole up there.” He yelled over the sound of walkers and thunder.
My knife slashed the head of a walker as we ran as fast as we could. Daryl shot one up ahead of us and I pulled his arrow out, sticking it in the back of my bag as we continued to run. Very quickly Daryl and I ran up the covered stairs leading up to the second floor of the apartments. He didn’t stop until we were on the third floor.
Daryl looked down the railing and huffed, the herd was further behind us but it was a matter of time before they made it to the apartments. He kicked down one of the apartment doors and we went inside.
I had barely closed the door behind us when Daryl grabbed onto my biceps.
“Did he get ya?!” Fear threatened to creep into Daryl’s voice as his eyes wandered over my body, seeming to take note of any possible harm. I didn’t think me meeting death face to face would’ve affected him this much.
“No, I’m okay.” I said, my voice raw with emotion. My body throbbed from the fall I took and I knew I’d be sore. Daryl stepped back as I took my leather jacket off but his eyes never left my body. A shiver went down my spine as he looked at my bare skin, searching for what wasn’t there.
“you okay?” his voice was quieter now. I threw the jacket next to Daryl’s angel wing one before nodding. Daryl swallowed before walking toward the apartment’s kitchen. I bit my lip, wondering if he was still worried about me or if something else had suddenly hit him.
While Daryl was busy in the kitchen I walked toward the bedroom. My skin prickled as I really thought about how close I was to that damn walker. I was beginning to wonder if I had a death wish.
My lip curled as I saw a dead dog at the end of the bed. It seemed the owners left it to fend for itself. What a sad death.
I pulled a sheet off the bed and covered the animal.
“What are ya doin’?” I looked over to find Daryl leaning against the door frame. He was munching on a chip, his hand still in the red bag as he awaited for an answer. I pretended not to notice how his eyes looked over my body once more.
I shook my head. “He was just left here.” Daryl nodded along, a far away look in his eyes. For the tough guy act Daryl had around others, I knew seeing an animal suffer hurt him, maybe more than it hurt me. Daryl loved animals.
He sat his chip bag down and came over to me, pulling another cover off the bed and draping it over the dog.
“There.” Daryl wiped his hands on his pants before sticking his hand out. I took it and let him help me over the clump of blankets that once separated us. My cheeks heated as we were pressed up against one another and I pulled away quickly.
I furrowed my brows and followed Daryl as he walked into the kitchen and picked up a six pack of beer back with him.
“Said we should drink after the Governor was taken care of,” Daryl said softly. “Here’s our drinks.”
I smiled, remembering my words that seemed like forever ago. I took a beer from him and sat down on the couch in the living room. “We’re going to need a lot more than this mud water.” I said, a joking smile on my face as I opened the beer and took a drink.
Daryl snorted. “Ain’t no rose wine around, princess.”
I kicked the redneck’s foot with my own, a scowl on my face. It was no secret that he knew I grew up rich, in fact over the past few months he had made it rather clear that he knew.
I shook my head. “Shut up.”
He shook his head, his hair now hiding his face as he snorted. “That all ya got.”
I bit my lip. Yes, it was, in fact, all I could come up with. A few beers wouldn’t nearly be enough to get drunk, but I hoped we would at least get a little bit tipsy before we had to go back to the prison.
I was on my second beer when I decided to ask Daryl a question. “Hey next time you go out, maybe you can keep an eye out for a physical therapist? Or a doctor?”
Daryl, although he could hold his own in alcohol, seemed to be slightly more drunk than I was. He smiled down at me, his cheeks rosy. I was beginning to wonder if the beer we were drinking was more than just beer from the store. He spoke, “What? The fall was that bad?”
I shrugged. “Well apparently I have the body of a seventy year old now. My back is aching and the damn beds at the prison won’t help. Hell I might as well be sleeping on rocks.”
The redneck shook his head. “Didn’t know you were so old.”
“No more older than you.” My voice was louder than I intended it to be and Daryl shook his head, an amusing look in his eyes.
He shrugged. “Why do ya gotta act like it then?”
I scowled. I was younger than him, but only by a year or so. My scowl deepened. “That doesn’t mean I’m old. I’m just matured.”
“Physically.” Daryl muttered. The smile on his face could be heard in his voice. I liked it.
“Are you calling me fat?” I hid my smile, keeping up the act.
Daryl nodded. “Nah. I ain’t cruel. I would go with plump.”
“So like you, huh?” I looked over at him, now realizing how much closer we were than before. Now we were face to face, looking at one another as we both came up with our next comeback.
It was quiet for a moment, our breaths mingled together as we figured out what to do next. My stomach flipped and I felt sick. I couldn’t explain the feelings I felt; I don’t think I had never felt this way before.
Daryl didn’t move, his eyes searching my face. I could see the cloudiness in his eyes. Daryl seemed to snap out in time and leaned forward. My breath caught and I held impossibly still.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had been kissed. William was the last person I had a relationship with, and while he wasn’t the most crappy guy I had ever been with, he did leave me with a lot of worry. But something about this felt different, or I was drunk and needed to get out.
Daryl smirked. “What was it about me likin’ ya?” his breath tickled my neck as he whispered into my ear.
My cheeks burned as I pulled back, seeing the triumphant smile on Daryl’s face. I was an absolute idiot.
“I hate you.” I mumbled.
“I doubt that.” he said.
My cheeks burned even more.
Part three of I'll find you is coming along pretty slow but I promise it will come out at some point guys! One more part (Maybe two?) until the ending!
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I'll find you- Daryl Dixon X y/n Oneshot Part 2
This will be a 3-5 part oneshot story that is in the works! Set in the beginning of season five and onward.
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Part 2
Those three words chanted through Y/N’s head as she stomped through the woods, her brows furrowed as she traced the faint tracks of a large group. She wasn’t entirely sure if it was her family, but willing to take the chance. Mogan was behind her, making enough noise to scare off any game within a mile radius.
She rolled her eyes, wishing she had never agreed to look with Morgan. Y/N knew she was better off looking for Daryl on her own instead of wasting her time helping this man who promised to help her in turn. Still, Y/N wasn’t dense.
She kept her eyes open, especially watching the man holding a stick he seemed to idolize. Y/N stared at Morgan from her peripheral vision, her jaw clenched. He was humming a tune as he followed Y/N’s lead, knowing she was more skilled in tracking than he was.
Mogan didn’t know what to think of Y/N. He didn’t know much about her, and when he tried to learn of who she was looking for, or hell, something more simple like her favorite color, she shut him off with a cold stare. Morgan wasn’t intimidated by much, but he knew not to mess with someone who had lost someone– especially when that wound seemed to be so fresh for Y/N.
“We should head for the roads. We’ll cover more ground with a car.” Morgan spoke. Y/N circled a clearing, her brows furrowed in concentration.
She shook her head. “There’s no use, whoever you’re looking for came through here.”
Morgan sighed. “We need to eat, and we need rest. We won’t get that in the woods.”
Y/N stood completely still for a moment. Her gaze never left Morgan’s as she listened for whatever was around her. Ever since being in Terminus Y/N had felt like she was being hunted, like she was the prey. Goosebumps rose on her arms and legs, and she had to suppress a shiver. Y/N had never been the prey before, she had always been the one to pursue a hunt. But now it felt as though she was defenseless anywhere she went.
She wasn’t able to save Hershel from the Governor, and before that she hadn’t been able to save Maggie from the Governor’s disgusting hands either. She had lost all of her family in one day with no one around to comfort her.
I’ll find you. I’ll find you. I swear I’m not giving up. I won’t ever give up.
The feeling slowly disappeared, leaving Y/N feeling cold inside. It was never a feeling she was fond of but it made surviving so much easier.
Y/N barely made out a squirrel climbing a tree to the left of her. She clenched her jaw.
Before Morgan could even comprehend what was happening, Y/N had pulled out her knife and thrown it at the squirrel crawling on a tree not too far away from her. Morgan was frozen in shock, his mouth trying to form words as the knife cut through the air and made its home in the squirrel’s head.
Y/N stomped over to the animal and pulled it off her knife. She scowled as she walked toward Morgan and shoved the dead animal in his hands.
“Are you still hungry now?” She growled into his face.
Morgan didn’t say anything as he clenched his stick.
Y/N looked down at his hand and scoffed. Try as she might, Y/N couldn’t see Morgan’s true intentions. She knew he meant no harm in suggesting they go toward the road– why would he? They were searching for his friend in the first place. But, she was too caught up in her feelings to realize.
Shaking her head, Y/N walked back toward the train tracks, back to where she had started. She would follow her original plan: go back to the prison and head the direction she had last seen Daryl. Or she would find something that screamed Rude Redneck in the woods. Either way, Y/N knew what she was doing when looking for the man she loved. They took precautions, making sure even if they ever got split up they would be able to find one another.
Was he even looking?
The question hit her into the gut. She didn’t know the answer; sure, Daryl wouldn’t give up hope no matter how slim that was, but Y/N knew him far better than he knew himself. And, seeing the Governor again, seeing what he had done to Hershel, the guilt Y/N felt wasn’t even half of what she knew Daryl would feel.
“I’m looking, I swear I’m looking.” Y/N said in a harsh whisper. Tears burned her eyes as she neared a fancy neighborhood. In the road was a large tub of pudding. She kicked it as she walked down the road before stopping at one house.
Ten miles away from Morgan and Y/N, Daryl walked side by side by the boy who was still thinking about his large tub of pudding.
Neither of them spoke, both too focused on following some priest back to a church to have a conversation. Still, both of them knew they were thinking of the same girl.
In Daryl’s hand he twirled the necklace he had given Y/N a long time ago. She was gone. Daryl didn’t let himself think any further than those three words. Not about promising to find her if anything ever happened, or how close they were to making their relationship go deeper than it already was, or even how he had lost the ring that matched the green stone of Y/N’s necklace. No, he couldn’t let himself realize what was the truth.
She’s gone. She’s gone. They killed her. I never should have given up. Why did it have to be her?
It was very rare for Daryl to wish he had someone to talk to about his thoughts,but right now he wanted someone to hear him speak, to tell him what to do and how to do it.
Y/N, having left Morgan in the dust, would never realize how close she was to Daryl right now. She stood next to a run down SUV, staring at a makeshift campsite and the bodies of men that littered the ground around it.
They were all in biker gear. One even had his neck bit out. Y/N’s head tilted as she looked at the group, coming to the conclusion that the scuffle that had happened was by their own doing. What stopped her from going any further though, from following the scuffed footprints into the woods and back towards Terminus, was the green arrow fletching she had become accustomed to associating with Daryl.
Green was the color she knew he loved. From the green necklace he had gifted her, to the green ring he tried his damndest to hide from her.
A smile graced Y/N’s face. The damn redneck didn’t seem to realize that hiding a ring in his jeans pocket was a stupid idea. Especially considering Y/N typically did their laundry.
Still, she had left it slide that she found the ring and waited for the day he would propose to her. After a month of waiting though, Y/N had begun to wonder if he had misplaced the damn ring again and if she should confront him or propose herself.
She shook her head and took the green fletching and stuck it into her pocket. Hope filled her whole being as she realized just how close she had been to him this whole time. There was still a chance at catching up to him. Then she could confront him about not proposing.
Red- Chapter 18
AN: Just an Fyi, this is a TWD fanfiction, meaning there are a lot of TWs, including loads of violence (of all kinds)
No smut!
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I ran through the woods, Matthew right behind me.
My breaths came in harsh and my legs were screaming in protest. Just a bit farther. I promised myself.
Matthew stumbled out of the underbrush and doubled over, his cheeks red and mouth open as he huffed for a breath. I moved his arm around my shoulder and kept going.
I flinched as a bullet ricocheted off a tree to my left. It was too close. They were too close.
But this was only the start
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Chapter 18
Rossary
Matthew bumped my shoulder, wincing as he tried to smile at me. I frowned as I looked at the damage Merle had left. Despite Matthew’s constant reassurance that he was okay, Merle had definitely done a number on him.
It was a shock to see Matthew so beat up. The only other time I could remember Matthew even having a black eye was when we were still with William, hell even when on the run from that asshole Matthew was never someone I worried about. Now, as he lugged the group’s stuff to a car, I worried his concussion would cause him to keel over on the floor.
I walked over to the tucson and placed our packs in the back. I hugged my best friend. “If anything happens-”
“I should be saying this to you, bunny.” Matthew said. I scowled.
Daryl, Maggie, Glenn, Rick, Michonne, and I were staying behind to defend the prison against The Governor. There was no way of knowing how today was going to go, but I knew no matter what happened I would be okay. Still, even though Matthew could protect himself, it felt like it was my job to make sure he was okay.
I swallowed down my worry and offered Matthew a small smile.
Carl walked past us, ignoring everyone with an angry look on his face.
I frowned. “We’ll be okay.”
“Always are.” he tsked. Matthew pat my shoulder and walked away.
“Hey,” I turned around to find Rick. He stopped when he was in front of me. “I know what I did was wrong, and you can hate me-”
“I don’t…I get it, really. I am glad Michonne is okay though, what you were going to do…” I trailed off, not wanting to finish my sentence. Rick shifted on his feet, looking more guilty by the second. “People fuck up, some just fuck up a whole lot.”
He looked away and smirked. “Are we good?”
I nodded, “Yeah, we’re good.” I pat his shoulder as I walk off.
Daryl sat in front of his bike, tweaking a few things. I waved at him, giving him a tight-lipped smile. We didn’t have a lot of time to talk this morning before we were put to work by the group. I couldn’t get the night before out of my head, from the hug to eating next to Daryl late at night- We had done those things before, but this felt more intimate than ever before. I shook off the thought. I needed to stop thinking about it.
Daryl nodded, understanding I was trying to comfort him. I pulled him up off the ground, keeping his hand in mine.
“We should start drinking after all this.” I said, nodding my head.
Daryl snorted. “We’re gonna need a lot more than alcohol.”
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I held the AK in my hand and stayed next to Maggie. She gripped my hand tightly. I smiled, squeezing her hand before letting go and getting in position. It felt nice to be fighting a large group again; I couldn’t explain the rush of adrenaline that bought me enjoying a fight every once in a while.
One of the Governor’s trucks drove into the spikes, the tires popping. The sound of gunshots made my ears ring as I watched the large group of men and women shoot up the prison.
They rammed through the gate, breaking one of our defenses. There were about twenty of them and each had a gun and enough ammo to wipe us out tenfold.
The group scattered across the courtyard. I watched as they took in the barren area. It looked like a ghost-town, like no one had been here in a long time. I chewed on my lip and kept an eye on Maggie and Glenn.
The cell block door opened with a loud creak. I tensed. Rick, Daryl, and Michonne were hiding in the prison.
I nodded once when I knew they were both okay. Maggie squeezed my hand once more before I moved away, quietly walking through a part of the prison and toward my spot. Glenn was across from Maggie, me across from them so we covered every area. My spot was more open, with less cover, but it would do.
I smiled, a bittersweet feeling falling over me as I thought about all the blind spots in the prison.
If all went south, I was meant to stay alive long enough to provide cover fire for the rest of the group. I was the best choice considering the amount of experience I had with fighting alone, besides if anything happened, I could leave the prison and lead the Governor away then meet up with everyone else.
An alarm started going off, the loud blaring deafening me. I kept my eyes focused on the cell block door and adjusted my grip on my gun.
The Governor’s group ran out and hid behind filing cabinets for cover.
I shot a few times at their feet, herding them toward Glenn and Maggie. The two shot at them as well, managing to keep the group going toward the gate. I smiled as I watched the group scurry away like rats.
I shot at one of the men who was aiming for my people and watched as he fell to the ground, his fellow comrades helping him up.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my erratic heartbeat.
The truck started and I looked up just in time to see them driving away. I sat up higher, a smile appearing on my face. Even though it was over, it didn’t feel like it should be this easy.
“We did it?” I heard Maggie scream.
“We did it.” Glenn responded. “Come on down.”
I didn’t move from my spot as I looked at our group as they all began to make their way into the courtyard, smirking. Maggie stepped in front of me and put her hand out. “We’re alive.” she laughed, a joyous smile on her face which I returned.. She pulled me into a tight hug.
“We did it. We drove them out.” Rick said once we joined them.
I bumped Daryl’s elbow with my own. The gruff redneck smiled down at me, a soft look in his eyes that was quickly shielded away.
“We should go after them.” Michonne said. Daryl agreed.
“It’s finished. Didn’t you see them hightail it out of here?” Maggie argued.
They continued to argue about what to do, everyone looking at Rick to decide. The cop looked over the field that was now filled with dead bodies. He was still greiving over Lori and it seemed like he wasn’t in the right mindset to make decisions right now.
I shook my head and took charge. “No, they’re right. We can’t live like this.”
Maggie turned to me. “So we take the fight to Woodbury. We barely made it back this time.”
Daryl scoffed. “I don’t care.”
I nodded along with Daryl. “We go and we finish this off, then we don’t ever have to worry about them again. That’s a better decision than sitting here while they get stronger.” Maggie and Glenn shared a look that showed their disagreement. I shook my head and said, “We’ll leave when everyone else is ready.”
I followed Daryl as he began to walk back torward the prison. The prison door slammed behind us.
Daryl watched me, a question in his eyes as I paced the prison cafeteria. I couldn’t stop moving, not right now. Not until it was done.
Matthew walked toward me quickly, wrapping me in his arms. I pulled away after a moment.
“I’m going to Woodbury.” I said quietly.
Matthew shook his head. “I can go instead.” But I was already shaking my head.
“No, your leg is still healing…” I looked down at my hands. “This is something I need to do…” It wasn’t just because of my own selfish reasons, but I wanted to get back at the Governor for the pain he had caused this group -the pain that Daryl had to go through.
Matthew nodded slowly. “Carl killed someone.” My eyes widened in shock. Matthew’s voice was so low no one else could hear, but it felt like I was just hit with a boulder. Carl was a kid. He continued, “He didn’t have to, but… Yeah, I’m gonna stay here, teach the kid how to play soccer or something.”
I swallowed away my shock and smiled at him, promising to join him when I got back. He walked into the cellblock with Carl behind him.
Daryl watched me with a look I couldn’t decipher. I waved awkwardly at him, a small smile on my face.
He looked away and I could have sworn his cheeks were pink.
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Daryl put his feet on the road as he slowed down. I tightened my grip until the kickstand was down. It had taken an awful lot of convincing for me to ride on this death machine.
My nose scrunched as the smell of rotten bodies hit me. I took out my hunting knife and killed a walker. Michonne killed the other with her katana and Daryl shot another. I walked behind them, staring at the people.
Daryl flinched away when something banged on the door behind him. My gun was out in a flash and pointed at a girl in the truck.
I nodded once to Daryl and he opened the door.
Rick pat her down. When he was done I helped her up.
“He killed them all.” she said, her voice trembling in shock. It was obvious, but she was in shock and obviously didn’t know what else to say. I looked down at my hand the girl was still squeezing tightly. Slowly, I let go of her hand and rubbed my hand on my pants.
“He kept you alive?” Michonne asked.
The girl’s eyes widened. “I hid under one of their bodies until he left. He didn’t even know I was there.” I bit my lip. She wasn’t lying. Daryl met my gaze and nodded slightly.
“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice soft as I took in the girl. She definitely wasn’t a fighter.
“Karen,” she said.
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I walked behind the group, keeping my eyes out for any surprises. There was no sign that the Governor had been here. I turned around when a glass pot shattered.
I shot at Woodbury’s walls before ducking behind a car next to Michonne and Rick.
“Tyreese!” Karen yelled. I scowled and moved to grab her but I was too late. She stood up. “It’s me! Don’t-”
Rick pulled her down. “Stay down!”
I really wasn’t enjoying this new girl.
There was a moment of silence before a man yelled. “Karen! Karen, are you okay?”
I glanced at Daryl, who had a gun pointed at the wall. I followed suit. Karen shoved away from Rick and stood up. “I’m fine!”
“Where’s The Governor?” the man asked.
“He fired on everyone. He killed them all!”
No one spoke, a tense silence suffocating us all. I could understand the feeling of being betrayed by someone who was supposed to protect you and your family all too well and found myself sympathizing with those on the wall.
“Why are you with them?” the man finally asked.
“They saved me.” Karen said. She looked over to me, a look of gratefulness on her face. I gave her a slight nod.
Rick looked at Karen then the rest of us. “We’re coming out.” he said. My eyes widened.
I clenched my teeth but stood up when Rick did. Daryl and Michonne hesitated. I looked at the two and nodded. Despite making bad choices sometimes, Rick knew what he was doing.
For the most part.
“We’re coming out.” Rick said again.
Daryl held his gun up. He looked over at me before scoffing and holding it up. Although, even I noticed how he stood in front of the rest of us, as if making himself the target.
Woodbury’s gate opened and a black man and woman stepped out. I eyed the two of them, immediately realizing they were siblings, maybe even twins. “What are you doing here?” the man asked. He was a lot bigger than any of us and if all went south he was who I would need to keep an eye on.
“We were coming here to finish this, until we saw what The Governor did.”
The man’s eyes widened. Maybe it was the girl who was more dangerous instead. “He- he killed them?”
Rick nodded solemnly. “Karen told us Andrea hopped the wall, going for the prison. She never made it…” The sibling’s eyes widened. “She might be here,” Rick continued.
Apparently that was enough to convince them. The siblings stepped out of the way and let us in.
…
“This is where he had Glenn and Maggie.” Rick told Tyreese and Sasha.
“The Governor held people here?” Tyreese asked, shocked.
Daryl nodded. “He did more than hold ‘em.”
I stared at the back of his head briefly before pointing my AK toward a door. Daryl glanced at me as a thumping continued. Rick and Michonne stood next to the door, sharing a look.
Michonne pulled out her katana. “Will you open it?” she asked Rick.
Daryl took a small step back so our shoulders were touching. I kept my eyes open and looked around, not wanting to be ambushed.
When the door opened, I could see The Governor's advisor, Milton, lying dead on the floor. I frowned.
“Andrea!” Michonne yelled.
I looked down to see the blonde on the floor. “I tried to stop them.” she said, her voice broken.
“You’re burning up.” Michonne said in a hoarse voice.
Andrea looked down. She looked broken. Andrea pulled at her shirt weakly, showing us the bite on her shoulder. I took a sharp breath in. “Judith, Carl, the rest of them-”
“Us,” Rick said. “The rest of us.” Andrea’s voice broke. “Are they alive?”
Rick looked over to Daryl and I. “Yeah, they’re alive.”
“It’s good you found them,” Andrea said as she looked at Michonne. She turned toward me, a sad smile on her face. “And I’m glad you made your way back to them.”
I gave her a short nod. I didn’t know her, hell I had only had one conversation with her, but damn she didn’t deserve this.
“No one can make it alone now.” Andrea said to me softly.
Daryl’s hand brushed mine gently. “I never could.”
I looked away, not able to look at Andrea’s face. She looked so broken, so… lost. “I just didn’t want anyone else to die,” I thought of Merle, of everyone who had been hurt because of this. I bit my lip. “I can do it myself.” Andrea said.
“No.” Michonne was quick to respond, her eyes wide as she looked at her friend.
“I have to,” Andrea said.”While I still can.” she turned toward Rick, tears in her eyes. “I know how the safety works.”
As Rick handed Andrea his gun, Daryl and I walked out the room. I hadn’t known Andrea that well, but she didn’t deserve this.
I stood next to Daryl, my arms limp at my sides. “I tried,” I heard Andrea whisper.
Rick came out, closing the door behind him. I closed my eyes and swallowed before taking hold of Daryl’s hand. It wasn’t hard to realize it could have been any one else in that room, that Andrea sacrificed her life so we could survive even if she didn’t know.
He squeezed it once and I leaned my head against his shoulder.
I clenched my teeth when the gun went off.
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Daryl
Rossary didn’t drop my hand. When we got Woodbury people on the buses, she stood by my side. When the people seemed scared or the kids didn’t know what happened to their parents Rossary was right there to give out hugs and reassuring smiles. She didn’t think she was good at comforting people, but the girl knew how to make people feel like they were welcome.
I knew she was rich before all this, that her parents were political figures. Hell, when she ran from home it was all the news spoke about for two weeks. The name Rossary Evans was all over, even the people Merle sold drugs to spoke about her.
I looked over at the girl that I had become so infatuated with and wondered what had caused her to cut her family off and make herself look like the bad guy, if only to leave fame behind.
She was good at taking care of others, making sure everyone was okay. She was a leader through and through.
When the people were settled and Rossary got on my bike I could feel her shaking.
I squeezed her hands before starting the bike and heading back to the prison.
Rossary leaned her cheek on my back. We would survive this. We could live. I focused on Rossary and driving. She would survive this a lot longer than anyone else. The more I thought of it, the more I knew I was right. She would be the last man standing.
Rossary
I helped the newcomers get situated, promising them clean rooms in a few days. There were some untrustworthy stares, there were some men that stayed with the elderly and children that looked like they were ready to protect them all.
My hand touched my knife, the black leather touching my rough skin.
“Hey,” Daryl touched my forearm lightly. “Come ‘ere for a second.” He led me away and back to our cell block and up to his room. It was right next to mine now, instead of on the balcony.
He walked into his room and began digging through a bag. I leaned against the wall and smiled as I watched him, my cheeks hot.
Daryl turned and scowled at me. “Stop.” he grumbled.
I let out a soft laugh as I tried to lose my smile. It only grew when he showed me a bracelet made out of leather. On the top, an angel wing sat, wrapped to the leather by a few intricate knots.
It was handmade.
“It ain’t nothing special, just somethin’ I found on a run and thought you might like it.” he said.
I snorted. It was very obvious he made it.
“Thank you, Daryl.” I pulled him into a hug, ignoring his tense muscles. He relaxed slightly and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me gently.
He gave good hugs.
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RED- Daryl X OC
Alden X OC
I'll Find You Pt2&3
A new Daryl story that will be taking place before the apocalypse
Another Daryl X OC story taking place through S1-S8
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