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Dean winchester and his girl best friend that hates men <3
Dean loves her. He knows it. Not always — there was a time before her, long ago. Dean can’t remember exactly when, but it was when Sammy was still shorter than him and had a little height on her. But since then, he’s loved her.
He’s glad to have met her so early in their lives; he’s glad to have had the chance to cling onto her for so long that she doesn’t have any other options but staying at his side, now. Now, Dean doesn’t think she’d even give him a glance.
Not because it’s him, or anything, but because he’s a dude. Probably, also because of him, honestly. She puts up with a lot of his gross man stuff because he’s Dean. At least, that’s always her excuse. She’ll complain about some guy, and scoff under her breath about ‘men’, and Dean will look a little offended, so she’ll pat on his arm and say, “No offense, you don’t count, De.”
He used to actually get kind of upset because he is a man. He’s very manly, and very much a guy. Now, he just pretends to be so he can ask, “Then what the hell am I?”, so he can hear her say, “You’re my Dean.”
She doesn’t really willingly talk to guys that aren’t Dean or Sam. Ever. Every bar, she rolls her eyes at free drinks, but takes them anyways, and turns back to finish her conversation with Dean about what famous cowboys they would be. He’s Clint Eastwood, unless she’s there in this universe, then he has to be the Wild Bill Hickok to her Calamity Jane, obviousy. Having a smoke outside, she refuses a guys lighter and looks to Dean by her side instead, and continues talking about how she would join the Dark Side, but only if Darth Maul asked, or Dean had already joined. Dean, who doesn’t smoke, but carries the lighter he took from Bobby’s for her.
Never once has Dean seen her enjoy a conversation with a man outside of himself, Sammy, or Bobby. She always looks to him for saving, too. He loves when she does that. Loves that she knows he’s always there for her to do that, even if it’s just throwing an arm around her shoulder to give some guy a hint. He loves getting to throw an arm around her shoulder.
He does it a lot, too. Not just for that, either. They sit in the same booth at every diner Dean pulls the Impala into, whether Sam’s there to take up the other side or not. They share beds, definitely just because it’s cheaper, and maybe even cuddle sometimes, when Dean somehow magically pulls her over to replace the pillow he usually holds. They watch cable screenings of movies together, on shitty leather couches, and always end up toppled over eachother with the comfy blanket she brings on every hunt. He likes when she folds first, and crawls onto his chest and in between his legs, but he’ll never complain about resting his head on her chest.
They touch a lot. They giggle and shove, and rub backs, and squeeze arms, and twirl hair, and grab waists, and maybe even hold pinkies and interlock legs under tables. And he’s allowed to have all of that with her cause he’s her Dean. Even all Sammy gets is a side hug and a high five here and there.
She doesn’t have much family left, and she doesn’t talk to whoever is. Her neighbor, though, some old lady with a husband she hates and an oddly large amount of grandchildren, loves her.
She’s never home much with hunting, but when she is, her and her neighbor will smoke a cigarette on the porch together with a cup of coffee. The first time Dean met this lady was interesting. When he pulled into her driveway the sun was barely up, but it was already glistening against the skin of her legs, and the rest of what was peaking out from under her silky robe.
She grinned, and took a drag, smoke pooling from her lips while he walked over.
“Look at this handsome man,” Her old neighbor chimed, waving a finger. “Thought you didn’t have no boyfriend.”
“I don’t,” She laughed right back. He’d been close enough to touch then, so she gave his forearm a little squeeze. “Hi, De.”
“Hey, Sweetheart.” He grinned back down at her, eyes rimmed red and sleepy from the long car ride, but still just happy to take in the sight of her.
“Sounds like boyfriend talk to me, there, honey.” The old lady sipped on her coffee, eyeing him.
“Nah,” Her hand moved up further, giving his bicep a pat. “This right here is why is don’t need one. Not that I ever really wanted one in the first place.”
He thinks about that a lot. And about afterwards, when she called him baby, and stood from her patio furniture to lead him inside. How her hand was warm on his bicep, and rubbed his back to sleep while she read a cheap novel until he woke back up.
She makes loving her easy, but Dean would still do it if it was hard. She never asks for much, but he always knows what she needs. When they get back to the motel room after a long day, and she flops on the bed on her tummy, Dean knows she won’t want to eat anything but pretzels or crackers, sometimes toast, for a while until her stomach will feel better. He’ll tell her he’s going for a drive and show back up five minutes later with a Ginger Ale.
When she scrolls through the TV channel guide before pouting and tossing the remote in his lap, he can tell there aren’t any Dr. Sexy reruns on, so now it’s up to Dean to find an acceptable movie. When a hunt goes bad, and her eyes go all spacey, Dean knows it’s time to go lay in bed. Not necessarily go to bed, just be in bed. With Dean. To lay together, under her huge, comfy blanket. She likes watching cartoons, then, or just talking. The two of them, they can talk about anything for hours.
Sometimes, she likes to lay on his chest. Dean will already be in bed, channel surfing, when she strolls from the bathroom in his old hoodie and soft pj shorts. She’ll crawl into the bed, and curl up with her head on his abs, facing the TV.
Once, halfway through an episode of Scooby-Doo, she shuffled around to face him.
“Do you think it’s weird I never try to get with guys?”
It threw him off pretty bad. Never once, has he ever really thought about it. She just…didn’t do that, and that was that. End of story.
“No. Why would I?”
“I don’t know,” She shrugged. “Just…when we went to the Roadhouse awhile ago and I was hanging out with Jo, she wanted to talk about boys and stuff. I told her you’re the only guy I tolerate — besides Sam, obviously, but — she kinda made fun of me a little. She was just joking, y’know, but I guess it just made me think.”
“What did?” His eyebrows were crinkled, and his pretty green eyes showed just how truly lost he was.
“I just never realized that it wasn’t normal for that to not be appealing. The whole…sleeping with a random guy thing. That’s probably why i’ve never had sex.” She said it like it means nothing, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“…You’re a virgin?” His eyebrows moved all the way up, and his mouth didn’t gape, but it was still open when he finished. The prettiest, smartest, most hilarious woman he’s ever known — is a virgin.
“Well, yeah,” She shrugged again. “Why would I wanna have sex with some random dude who won’t even get me off? I’d rather just do it myself. Besides, I’d want it to be someone I trust, and I only really trust you that much.” Then, after staring him in the eyes and spilling the one thing he didn’t know about her in the most casual tone possible, and saying, out of anyone in the world, she’d only want to have sex with him, she turns back around and watches the rest of the Scooby episode until she falls asleep. Her head is still on his tummy, moving up and down with his breath, and her hand lays in front of it, a little too close to his waistband.
They’ve been different after that. Not much, but enough for Sam to notice. Jo, Ellen, and even Bobby, notice, too when they’re around.
All their soft, small touches that could’ve maybe passed off as just something sweet between good friends now linger. They fully hold hands, all the time. No more pinkies linked under tables, but now, swinging hand in hand everywhere they go. Kisses on the cheek are mandatory when one is leaving for more than five minutes without the other, whether it’s to a different state or the next room over. Hugs are constant and never ending. She receives a minimum of four Dean Winchester given piggybacks on a weekly basis. Playful pushes turn into tickles and giggling and careful tackles onto beds and big bear hugs. Basically, they’re just fucking insufferable.
They say I love you, like they’ve been doing it for centuries. To Dean, it feels like they have. Everything is just so easy with her, that there’s no way he can’t say it back. It’s not like he’s lying, either way. It kinda scares the shit out of Sammy, though, the first time he catches it.
Dean and Sam were just going to the library, she was staying back in the room with an upset stomach because Dean wouldn’t let her go. He’d had gotten her Goldfish and a Ginger Ale already, had her propped up in bed with the best pillows in the room and Cake Boss ready to shine (Dr.Sexy wasn’t on).
Sam had already been waiting by the door, annoyed and impatient when it happened. He was about to start sighing and grumbling for Dean to hurry up when the older brother leaned back into her side, after just finally being convinced to leave it, and pressed a kiss to her temple.
“Call me if it gets worse or somethin’, alright? We’ll be back in a minute.” Her hand curled up, into his hair, basically petting him.
“I know, De,” She kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”
“Nothin’ to thank me for.” He got all bashful, grinning like he was on top of the world.
“Alright, get out of here,” She laughed, and gave him a push. “Stop making Sam wait.” He moved away, finally, and just as the two were about to shut the door behind them, she shouts for Dean. “Love ya!”
He sticks his head back in, grinning so fucking sickly sweet it almost made Sam’s stomach start to hurt too. “Yeah, love ya, girl,” He closes the door, turning back to Sam. “Hurry up, Sammy, we’re running late.”
Yet, both of them will still claim they’re ’just best friends’. What absolute bullshit.
people don’t enjoy shipping anymore. the point of shipping isn’t the catharsis of watching them kiss onscreen, it’s grabbing the characters and mashing their faces together like you’re five years old playing Barbie in your room again. it’s to take one moment of eye contact in canon and read that over and over and over again with twenty different writers’ interpretations of the characters internal monologues if they were in love. it’s to see the characters interact and cheer because you know that’s another moment to add to your list of canon compliant fic ideas. you’re stressing yourself out, this is supposed to be fun!
Each story below focuses on Din Djarin, with pairings for each story indicated along with summaries.
Stories marked with an asterisk (*) contain sexual, though not explicit/graphic, content.
My ratings are as follows: G (all ages), T (13+), M (18+)
Last updated: March 23, 2025
main masterlist • series • drabbles • prompts
the “heat” of the moment • reader
The heat goes out on the Razor Crest and you’re the only one with an electric blanket to keep yourself warm.
my cyar’ika • fem!reader
You and Din find yourselves in a marketplace lush with life, and you lose yourself in the fun while Din tries to keep you safe throughout it.
just fine • reader
Din comforts you after you suffer through a tumultuous nightmare.
dead to me • fem!oc
On the verge of death, Twila takes off Din’s helmet, later having to face his wrath and leave his ship—even though she’s pregnant with their unborn child.
everything i wanted • reader
You’re trapped inside a Din x Omera love triangle, struggling to get to your lover who’s entranced with your new host.
riduurok • reader
This is the story of how you fall in love with the Mandalorian bounty hunter, Din Djarin.
home • reader
After the child is reunited with his people, Din takes you to a place that’s unfamiliar to you but all too familiar to him: his home.
when stars align• reader
You spend an affectionate morning awakening beside your Mandalorian, who you have just recently married.
more than words* • reader
On the evening of your marriage, you and Din show your deep love for each other in a manner that goes beyond words.
the challenge • reader
After winning a drinking challenge, Din returns to the Crest much later than expected in a state of mind much different than usual, leaving you to deal with him and whatever words spill from his mouth.
don’t blame me• reader
In the weeks following your marriage, you and Din are desperate to make up for all the physical affection you’ve missed out on—leading you to do whatever you can wherever you can.
said and done • reader
With Din being injured from a past fight, you’re the one in charge of the hunts for now—and Din realizes he likes having you in control.
behave* • reader
After a grueling hunt, you and Din celebrate your success at a local cantina, both ending up with a little too much that leads you to do things that are a little too risky.
a warrior’s purpose • daughter oc
Din returns to the planet where he’d left his riduur many years ago to find her again—but instead, he finds someone else.
nothing so perfect • fem!reader
You and Din think that you’re adding on to your family, only to learn there’s been a mistake—and now you’re both left to cope with the loss you never expected.
next to you • reader
It’s been long enough since Din’s promised return for you to assume that he didn’t make it, and now you yearn for the life that could’ve been.
forever and always • reader
When you and Din finally find the child’s home, it’s time to say goodbye—but then Din realizes he can’t.
reverence • fem!reader
Following the birth of your daughter, Din spends a night marveling at the little life and the way you provide for her.
transmissions • reader
When Din’s away on a long job, he gives you a holotransceiver and sends you transmissions to keep you both at ease.
purpose • fem!reader
As the daughter of an Imperial senator, the Mandalorian’s hired as your bodyguard—but with the twisted ideals of your father putting you at risk, he becomes so much more than that.
irrevocable • reader
After a hunt goes wrong and Din gets captured, you go after him and save him, but you find that they’ve removed his helmet and have done him personal damage that will last for much longer.
mine* • fem!reader
With tensions rising not only in the galaxy but also in your relationship, Din proves to you in a new way that he’ll take care of you.
never alone • fem!reader
In the aftermath of a bad nightmare, Din receives comfort from an unexpected source: his daughter.
tresses • reader
When Din’s hair becomes the object of your and the baby’s affections, he decides it’s time for a trim—although he’s hesitant for a reason you must discover.
enervation • reader
Din returns home from his new job as exhausted as ever, begging you to join him in sleep—and trying to make it happen at all costs.
take care • reader
After Din sustains an injury on a job, you have to help him take care of himself—something he grows more and more fond of.
affliction • fem!reader
When you and Din get recognized at an Imperial gala, you’re both taken into custody, where they begin to use Din to get you to talk—and lead you to do something completely unexpected.
take it off* • reader
Your new ally extends his hospitality a little too far—and now Din’s determined to remind you of what he alone can provide you with.
cozy in the cockpit • reader
After the Crest suffers through an intense chase and crash, you and Din must figure out how to survive on a freezing planet—your low odds causing your mutual feelings to come to the surface.
beneath the surface • reader
You and Din get double-crossed when trying to find other Mandalorians, putting all three of you in deep waters.
touch it softly • reader
When you invite Din to play with your hair, you both get a little more than lost in the moment.
alleviation • reader
You continue helping Din recover from the traumatizing removal of his helmet, trying to make him understand that it’s okay to not be okay. (part two of Irrevocable)
the right thing • reader
Din returns to you on Nevarro after the mission on Moff Gideon’s cruiser—without the child.
ni ceta par gar (i kneel for you)* • reader
When Mando needs emotional release, you seek to fulfill your pining by offering something neither one of you can resist—something that could change everything.
in my head • reader
The thought of Din plagues your mind—and it won’t be long until it’s forced onto your lips.
the marshal • fem!oc
Din covers his face. So does she. Shrouded in mystery and unable to admit their shared intimidation, the two must work together to save Mos Pelgo—for both their sakes.
hold me in hyperspace • reader
After a long hunt, you think Mando just wants some rest—but really, he just wants you.
ner yaim (my home) • reader
After a day of work, you get to come home to Din, who’s fitting into his new role well.
mureyca (kiss) • reader
The story of the different ways in which you share a kiss with the Mandalorian.
aftermath • omera
After his quest has been fulfilled, Din returns to Sorgan, needing the comfort and support of someone he could never forget.
stay • omera
Din wrestles with his feelings for Omera and tries to tell her how she feels—but has to let her in first.
torrent • reader
When one of Din’s worst fears is revealed, you’re left to do whatever you can to put him at ease.
enterprise • cassian andor, k2so
When Mando’s quarry offers him a better deal, he finds himself getting involved in more than he originally bargained for.
bloom • reader
With your relationship now in full blossom, a flustered Din takes you on your first date, where he does everything he can to tell you how you make him feel.
malevolence • grogu
Din experiences the ghastly side effects of wielding the famed Darksaber.
before i go • reader
Imperial occupation of your covert as well as your mind lead to a devastating confrontation between you and your past Mandalorian lover.
favorite crime • reader
When your ex-partner-in-crime and past lover enters your life again, you find yourself looking back on fond memories with a tremendous desire to chase them again.
solace • reader
Din reassures you when your perfectionist tendencies catch up to you.
foster • obi-wan kenobi
Obi-Wan comes across an orphan named Din that he can’t help taking under his wing.
intemperate • reader
Mando’s indulgence in liquid courage leads him to say things you never thought you’d hear—and will never forget.
scars • reader
When Din shows unprecedented hatred for his battle-worn body, it’s up to you to reassure him of everything you love about it.
seeking serenity • reader
Mando, overcome with anxiety in the aftermath of a risky event, needs you to bring him back to reality—and asks for much more along the way.
liberation • reader
You lead a mission to free Din from an Imperial hideout, only to discover that he’s in need of you much more than you originally thought.
contrition • reader
Din comforts you after you do something drastic to save his life.
bring me home • reader
You reunite with your Mandalorian lover after a long separation and realize much has changed since you last him.
safety net • deaf!reader
When you and Din are reunited after a hunt that goes longer than expected, your mutual feelings for each other finally bubble to the surface—regardless of the fears you’ve both buried deep within.
selfish • reader
Din, who’s helplessly in love with you, is forced to watch you and your partner until he’s forced to come to terms with his feelings.
united we fall • reader
Din’s unable to control the Darksaber and accidentally hurts you with it, leaving behind a deep scar on your body and his mind.
of bounties and bartenders • fem!reader
The mysterious Din “Brown Eyes” Djarin returns to visit you after a job, but trouble is the last thing he’s left behind.
as it was • din djarin’s parents
The living waters beneath Mandalore bring Din back to a place—and a people—he never thought he’d see again.
people watching • grogu
Observation was a skill Din Djarin had mastered for his own safety, but now it sets the scene for his very own destruction.
astronomy • reader
Crossing paths with a seriously injured Din forces the two of you to come to terms with your relationship.
stardust • reader
You finally reunite with your Mandalorian lover, just to learn a devastating truth.
fine line • reader
Din tries his best to comfort you in the aftermath of your torturous capture.
scarlet promise • reader
Vengeance consumes you when Din’s put at risk, causing him to have to pull you back to reality.
what sits in the silence • reader
Your bounty-hunting rival turns to you in his time of need and brings along more baggage than you planned on handling.
when a house becomes a home • reader
A new home brings new responsibilities, and there’s only one person who can teach Din how to cook a proper meal: you.
takes one to know one • reader
Bounty hunters aren’t supposed to fall in love and you were okay with that. So was the Mandalorian.
love me louder • reader
Your secret romance with the Mandalorian is put at risk when you find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time.
shattered • reader
When an anxious day gets the best of you, Din seeks to comfort you.
the broken who blossom • reader
At long last, Din’s returned home to the covert, but he’s brought a lot more home with him than anticipated.
in sickness & in health • reader
Din does his best to comfort you when you become anxious about your health.
doomsday • reader
You and Din are interrogated by Moff Gideon, who has quickly realized you’re the best weapon he has to use against the Mandalorian.
i still see you • reader
In the aftermath of the Morak mission, Din’s faced with a crisis you only hope you can help to resolve somehow.
fight for me • reader
When Din starts to get harassed at a cantina, you can’t help jumping in to defend him at all costs.
right where you left me • reader
Din reunites with you many years after your whirlwind romance for a mission you begrudgingly accept to help him with.
crash and burn • reader
Things don’t go as expected when Captain Teva sets you up on a solo mission with his newly recruited Mandalorian mercenary, for better or for worse.
A/N: Hey guys! Here is the fic I promised. As I mentioned, no smut yet :( I haven’t had the best week and I just wasn’t feeling it. I promise the next one will be smutty smut! I’ve gotten some more requests too, and don’t worry…I’m looking at them!!! I’m not particularly a big fan of this fic, but I wrote it, so here it is. It’s based on Nothing New by Taylor Swift and Phoebe Bridgers. I hope you guys don’t totally hate it. Enjoy!
Summary: After a rather distant week from Din, you completely screw up a hunt in an attempt to get him back. After your colossal mistake, you’re afraid Din won’t want you to be his partner anymore.
Warnings: Angst…so much angst, suggestive themes, normal Star Wars violence, mentions of death/descriptions of death and injuries. Probably multiple grammatical errors.
Word Count: 3,504
“What were you thinking?” Din shouts. Even through the modulator you can hear the anger in his voice. It’s clear, harsh, agitated, terrifying even. You didn’t mean to make him upset. You never do. And this time, you really did have it under control.
synopsis: vi used to never have to worry about her relationship with you. she thought you and her meant, well… forever. every dream she chased, every stage she stood on, she saw you right there beside her as her world got larger. you pretended it didn’t hurt—that the distance, the missed calls and texts, her rarely coming home, seeing her face on posters, in magazines, on tv—everywhere but next to you—didn’t leave cracks in your heart. but, now that she’s back in town, vi’s ready to face the mistakes she made.
wc: 74,731 ; so far
content warnings: MDNI (18+ content), fluff, lots of angst, modern au, exes-to-lovers, more like exes-to-fwb-to-lovers, friends with benefits (it’s complicated), rockstar!vi, writer/bookshop owner!reader, past high school sweethearts!vi and reader, slow burn?, KINDA LONG CHAPTERS, pining, sexual tension, lots of unspecified time skips, vi is down baaaaaaad, suggestive themes, eventual smut; top!vi but also switch!leaning, bottom!reader, oral, fingering, strap-on sex — will update as i go.
also fanart by bunimint_ on ig ✿
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⸻ CHAPTER INDEX
prologue. dreams
I. ghost in the room
II. by your side
III. can we pretend?
IV. apocalypse
V. tell her
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It had been years since you had a real Christmas. Growing up with Sam and Dean, the holidays had always been more about surviving the next hunt than decorating the tree or roasting chestnuts by the fire. But this year, you were determined to give your brothers—along with Cas and Jack—a real Christmas, one full of love, food, and laughter.
The Impala's engine purred as you parked it in front of the bunker. You could already smell the crisp winter air as it stung your face. The brothers were just finishing up a hunt, but you had a plan—a Christmas dinner that would finally remind them what holidays were really about. You were going all out, from the turkey to the mashed potatoes, stuffing, gravy, and pies. No monster was going to ruin your holiday spirit this time.
You set to work in the bunker's kitchen. Even after all these years of cooking, it felt strange, but in the best way. The scent of garlic and rosemary filled the air as you prepared the turkey, and soon, the hum of the oven working its magic added a cozy backdrop to the otherwise quiet atmosphere. As you set the table with your best attempt at holiday cheer, you couldn't help but smile. You knew your brothers had never asked for this, but you could tell they appreciated it in their own way.
Dean was the first to walk in, wiping his hands on a towel, looking a little less gruff than usual.
"You're serious about this, huh?" he asked, glancing at the festive table with a raised brow.
"I'm serious," you said, teasing him as you wiped your hands on your apron. "I figured it was about time we had a proper Christmas. No hunts, no demons, no running for our lives. Just... us. And maybe a little bit of food coma after dinner."
Dean snorted but didn't say anything more. He knew better than to argue with you when you set your mind on something.
A few minutes later, Sam entered, rubbing his temples. "Man, I need a nap," he muttered, but when he looked up and saw the table, his eyes softened. "What's all this?"
"It's Christmas," you said, your voice gentle. "And you two are going to enjoy it."
Sam raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a small, appreciative smile. "I think we could use a bit of normal, right about now."
You nodded. "Exactly."
Then, the door swung open, and in came Castiel and Jack. Cas looked as stoic as ever, but even he couldn't hide the flicker of curiosity in his eyes when he saw the spread you'd put together. Jack, however, looked like he might burst with excitement.
"Wow, this is... wow!" Jack said, his voice full of awe as he looked at the table piled with food. "You made all of this?"
"I did," you said with a proud grin. "You all deserve a real Christmas."
Dean exchanged a look with Sam, and both of them had that look—like they were trying to suppress a surge of emotion. You had known they'd never had much of a chance to have a real holiday, but you could see how much it meant to them now.
"Alright, alright, enough with the sappy stuff," Dean said, his voice rougher than usual as he cleared his throat. "Let's eat before the food gets cold."
Everyone took their seats, and for a moment, there was an almost uncomfortable silence, the kind that came from all of you being together like this for the first time. But then, Dean raised his glass.
"To family," he said, his voice thick with something unspoken, but powerful. "And Christmas. Thanks, (Y/N)."
Sam followed suit, his voice quieter but no less sincere. "Yeah. Thanks, sis. This is... everything."
You couldn't hold back your smile. "You're welcome, guys. I'm just glad we're all together."
And for the first time in as long as you could remember, it felt like Christmas. The food was perfect—though, honestly, there were a few moments when Jack had to ask what a "yule log" was, and Cas almost set the mashed potatoes on fire—but that only made it more special.
As the night wore on, the laughter grew. You all sat around the table, sharing stories of the past, reminiscing about the hunts, and making new memories. For once, you weren't just the Winchesters—hunters, warriors, survivors. Tonight, you were a family, and it was a warmth that filled the bunker, one that outshone the glow of the Christmas lights you'd hung.
Eventually, the dinner turned into a cozy, tired mess of leftover food, glasses of whiskey, and stories. Dean made an exaggerated joke about how "this was the best Christmas he'd had since forever," and you couldn't stop laughing, even though part of you knew he meant it.
Cas and Jack settled into the chairs, and you noticed that both looked more at peace than usual. It was easy to forget that they had been through so much too, but tonight, they were just part of this strange family you all had created.
Sam reached over and grabbed the last slice of pie. "There's always room for more," he joked, but it was clear that, for him, the true gift was this—being together.
As the fire crackled in the corner, you leaned back in your chair, letting out a contented sigh. For the first time, you felt like you had given your brothers something more than just a meal. You had given them a reason to believe in something more than the next hunt—a reason to believe in normal, in family, and in a Christmas they didn't have to fight for.
This was your Christmas gift to them. And it was more than enough.
can u please write and ellie x reader fic of reader finding out ellie voted for trump and reader hears her out and turns into a republican?? thank youuu❤️❤️
No??? i cant???? quit playing in my face whoever you are
↝warning: usual walking dead stuff, angst, animal death (mentions blood. No details), reader being sexualized?, creepy men, harassment, the creepy guy getting punched (he deserved it), cursing, protective Daryl, Merle (ew), crying, moody and soft Daryl, sassy Daryl (it's season one, what do you expect?), slightly proofread
|| Disclaimer: I do not own Daryl Dixon, or any character from The Walking Dead. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||
↝⎙ 10.2.24
Daryl Dixon masterlist
Before the apocalypse, you'd say your life wasn't bad. You had a decent job that paid well. A husband, a dog, and a house you owned all on your own, without any help from your parents.
You had met Daryl fresh out of college. He was staying with Merle at the time. In a rush to get away from your parents, you found a rent-to-own house on the outskirts of Atlanta. It wasn't extravagant, only having 2 beds and one bath. It was still a house-your house.
The first time you went to the grocery store to stock up before you started work since the big move, an old man had hit on you. Daryl listened from afar, not wanting to cause any more trouble for you. He knew you hadn't been in these parts of town before, he hadn't seen you before.
After many attempts at shooting the guy down, Daryl had to intervene. The guy had grabbed your arm, and before you knew it, the guy was backing away from you.
“She said she's not interested.”
“My bad, man. Didn't know she was yours.” He raised his hands, grin still on his face. It was a game to him.
“So you only take no for an answer if I 'belong' to someone?” Venom laced your voice, disgust painted into the wrinkles between your eyebrows and frown lines, glaring through the guy. A chuckle rumbled out of his chest, followed by a smoker's cough that told you he had more tar in his lungs than he had sense in his brain.
“Ma'am, will all due respect-”
“I doubt anything respectful comes out of that raunchy mouth of yours.”
His grin dropped, eyes slanting in your direction. “This one sure has a mouth on her,” his attention moved back to Daryl. “She have that mouth in the sack?”
You scoffed, glancing down at the floor, collecting the words you wanted to shoot back at him.
In the time you looked away, Daryl had put the 12-pack of beer down and swung. You snapped your head up at the sound of a fist colliding with a cheek. Daryl glared, spitting at the man as he held his cheek in shock. “Give the lady some respect, prick.”
“Damnit, Dixon!” An elderly man came running down the aisle, a manager tag clinking against the pins on his shirt. Safe to say both men had been kicked out.
After checking out, you caught sight of Daryl hunched over, looking at his bruising knuckles.
“Here's for helping me.”
Daryl's head shot up, eyes flickering to the 12-pack in your outstretched hand. “Ya didn't have to.”
“You didn't have to.” He shrugged, taking the box from you.
the rest was history.
You eventually got together, then, moved in together. He supported you in your job, making jokes about you “bringing home the bacon”. The only downside was his brother.
“Damnit, Merle.”
An intoxicated Merle flopped on your couch, cackling up at Daryl. You watched from behind the couch, arms folded across Daryl's shirt draping over your form. Daryl's own top half was bare, his muscles flexing when he folded his arms in disappointment, glaring down.
“What? Did I interrupt you 'n your housewife duties?”
You scoffed, turning around to walk back to your room, the dog Daryl had gotten you for your birthday following after you. Merle watched your movement, lowly whistling. “I'd be a housewife for that piece, too.”
Daryl grabbed the collar of Merle's shirt, bringing him to eye level. “Don't talk about my wife like that.” He threw him back against the couch, “You're out by the mornin'.”
The world had gone to shit right in the middle of your workday. Everyone was running around, yelling and panicking. You tried making a beeline for your car, getting pushed and pulled every which way. The traffic was the worst you had ever seen, when you had finally made your way onto the road.
When you finally got home, the door was open.
You rushed in, looking in every room. There was no sign of Daryl besides the place being completely trashed, in a rush to leave. He wasn't there. You had no clue where he was, if he was safe, if he knew what was happening.
You cracked the backdoor open, nearly falling to your knees. A body laid on the back porch, blood dried on its way down the person's forehead. A lump of fur and blood was right beside it. A sob racked your body on your way back to your car. Your knuckles were ghostly white as they gripped the steering wheel, as you made your way out of town, away from the life you worked hard to get and worked harder to keep.
You eventually got stuck in even more traffic. Everything only got worse when your car ran out of gas.
You had to hide in the city, which was run with zombies. Luckily for you, you had found a few bodies that hadn't turned yet, stealing anything that could be used as a weapon. You were able to stay safe, hiding in an empty office building. Living off of the vending machines and what was left in the break rooms.
You regularly walked up to the roof, getting fresh air, wondering where Daryl had gone and if he was thinking of you. Sure, a part of you wanted to be mad at him for leaving without you, but you knew he had to have his reasons. Merle had to of made him run away with him when the news first got out.
While you looked over the edge, watching as dead bodies herded together, feasting on whatever had run into the city on your way up here, you saw quick movement to your left. Swirling around, you held your gun up, pointing it at the kid in front of you.
“Woah, Hey! I'm alive- I'm alive! Not going to hurt you.” The poor boy might as well have been shivering in his boots. His hands shook in the air. He was probably the third person you've seen, alive, since you squatted in the top floor. He didn't seem like the guy to kill you just to take your stuff. “Look, there's a guy in the tank down there. I'm just trying to help him.” You thought back to the sounds of pained neighing you heard when you first stepped onto the roof, but you had shrugged it off, figuring you were going insane already. No sleep and being isolated will do that to you. “C'mon, dude.” He was practically begging you to not shoot him in the head.
What would Daryl do in this situation? He wouldn't just trust anyone when it comes to survival. You reluctantly put your gun down, watching as he sighed in relief. You hid the shake in your hands when they fell to your sides, not wanting him to know you didn't want to kill him even if he were dangerous.
“We have to get down there to help him.” The boy leaned over the edge, at the tank and the 'geeks' that surrounded it.
“We?”
He looked back at you, then to the tank. “The extra help would be appreciated.”
Somehow, you followed after him, climbing down fire escapes and counting the amount of bodies in each alleyway. He was quick, but you kept up with him with ease.
He led you down the alleyway, hiding behind the trashcans and gate separating you and a painful death. “You have good aim? I need you to shoot that big guy closest to the tank.” He whispered, fixing the hat on his head.
You glanced at him, watching as he awaited your next move. You whispered back, “it's empty.” You held the gun up in emphasis. You weren't going to tell him that when it was pointed at him. He huffed, throwing his head back. “I only have a knife.”
He shrugged off his backpack, grabbing the empty gun and throwing it in there. It was useless with no bullets, and it only took up a hand, making it harder for you to climb.
“Alright, change of plans.” He grabbed the walkie, bringing it to his mouth before pressing the button. “Hey, you alive in there?”
A frantic voice broke through the static, “Hello? Hello?!”
The next thing you knew, you were running downstairs with the young boy, Glenn, you had figured out, and the guy you nearly died saving, Rick. Glenn led you two to another alleyway, before the door to the building in front of you busted open, 2 people filing out with gear and helmets on, attacking the walkers wondering in front of you.
“Lets go!” Glenn jumped over the bodies on the ground, running through the door, you and Rick following. As soon as you were through the door, you were pushed to the other side of the wall, before Rick was pushed back, a gun aimed at his face. “You son of a bitch! We ought to kill you.” A blonde woman was seething, ready to put a bullet in Rick's head.
“Just chill out, Andrea. Back off.” One of the guys who bashed the walker's head in pulled off the armor, glaring at the blonde.
“Come on, ease up.”
“Ease up? You're kidding me, right? We're dead because of this stupid asshole.” The gun was pointed at you next, “And her.” Her finger twitched on the trigger, but you were at a loss of words.
“She helped.” Glenn was ignored.
“Andrea, I said, back the hell off. Or pull the trigger.” The same guy from before stepped forward, closer to Andrea. It was silent for a second, before Andrea dropped her hand, lips quivering with oncoming tears. You took a breath, having the room to do so when a gun isn't pointed at you.
“We're dead,” Andrea sobbed, “All of us.” Her gaze moved back to Rick, “Because of you.”
You wondered after everyone as they walked through the old building, listening as they scolded rick for firing his gun.
“No signal. Maybe the roof.” The man, who was introduced as T-Dog, said, holding the walkie. Before anyone else could reply, a gun shot fired, echoing from above.
“Oh no, Is that Dixon?”
“Dixon?”
Andrea stopped her movement, looking back at you. “Yeah. What, you know 'em?”
Sadly, you were met with a distasteful Merle on the roof. He refused to tell you about Daryl-about how Merle had to drag in out of the house. About how Daryl wanted to pick you up and take you with them. About how Daryl had gone back, against Merle's wishes, and found you nowhere in the house. But you weren't told that, so the nerves in your stomach still fluttered, making you feel like you were going to vomit any minute. The only thing he told you was that Daryl was with the rest of the group by the quarry.
The nerves still fluttered even on your way to the said quarry. The thought of Merle being trapped in the roof was at the back of your mind, the thought of seeing Daryl for the first time in God knows how long, being front and center in your mind. Your leg shook with nerves as you sat in the back of the van, hitting a bump every once in a while, and knocking into one of the other people.
The van pulled up to the quarry, people piling out of the back, running to their families.
You were introduced to a woman named Carol. She was surprised when you told her that you knew Daryl. The short time she had known the man, she couldn't think of him having a soft spot for anyone, but here you were. She told you that he had gone hunting and that he should be back before dawn.
You sat around, getting to know everyone. As soon as Carol's husband raised his voice to her, you had kept an eye on him, instantly feeling protective of the woman. As she silently did for you. She kept an eye on you, making sure you felt comfortable among all of the strangers.
Night fell and there was still no sign of Daryl. You distracted yourself by helping Carol with whatever, or Dale with lookout. You hadn't told anyone much about you and Daryl. Mostly because you couldn't form a coherent sentence with Daryl on your mind. Where was he? Was he okay? Why wasn't he back? The band around your ring finger became a fidget habit. You spun it around any time the thoughts got too much.
The crisp morning air did little to wake you. You might as well have been a walker with how you sluggishly moved around camp, helping with anything, wanted to be helpful and pull your weight.
Carol handed you another pair of soaked pants, to ring the water out and hang it up to dry. While doing so, your eyes caught sight of Rick and Lori. They had been reunited. When was it your turn?
“How did you and Daryl meet?” Glancing back up at Carol, you cleared your throat to speak.
Before you could utter a word, a scream echoed throughout the camp, followed by Carl's screams for his mother.
Everyone stopped what they were doing, a few running toward the screaming, ready for the worst.
You walked behind the group, watching as Rick, Glenn, Dale, Shane, and a few others beat the walker that had made it from the city.
Dale swung down with his axe, cutting the head clean off the walker's body.
“It's the first one we've had up here.” He heaved, “They never come this far up the mountain.”
“Well, they're running out of food in the city, that's what.” Another guy, Jim, said, wiping the sweat from his brow.
Branches snapped, followed by more footsteps. The guys with the weapons moved toward the sound, weapons ready.
Your breath caught in your throat.
He hadn't seen you yet.
Daryl stepped over branches, slightly taken aback with everyone standing in front of him, ready to strike.
Everyone took a step back, “Oh, Jesus.” Dale's shoulders released the tension.
“Son of a bitch.” Daryl cursed, “That's my deer!” He walked to what was left of the poor animal.
He looked how he did when you first met. Frustration clear on his brow. You had helped him get rid of the constant scrunch of his brow and frown on his lips, and here it was, making its appearance in a dramatic manner.
“Look at it, all gnawed on by this-” He kicked the headless body that laid on the ground, “filthy,” kick “disease-bearing,” kick “motherless,” kick “poxy bastard!”
“Calm down, son. That's not helping.” Dale peeped, infuriating Daryl more.
“What do you know about it, old man?” Daryl walked closer, getting in Dale's face. "Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to “On Golden Pond”?"
“Daryl.”
Daryl paused, his face dropping. He turned to the voice, his knees nearly collapsing from underneath him.
Before you could say anything else, his crossbow was dropping to the ground, followed by the string of squirrels on his shoulder. He rushed over, his body colliding with yours. His calloused hands pulled your face closer to his.
He didn't care if everyone was watching. Or if the scene made them think differently about his tough-guy thing he had going on. His lips moved against yours.
“I didn't know where you were.” He mumbled against your lips. “I tried looking everywhere-”
“I know, I know. Doesn't matter.”
Part 2
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