Y/N and Daryl end up stuck in a campervan together. The situation is grim, sure, but it’s not all bad because you’ve been waiting for a chance to roast him after weeks of him taking the piss out of you.
Daryl, looking through the blinds and then turning to Y/N: What in the hell? Why are there so many of ‘em out there?
Y/N: You know, back in the CDC, I think I remember Dr. Jenners mentioning how they’re attracted to the scent of virgins.
Daryl, leaning in: Oh yeah? How ’bout we scare ‘em off then?
A/N: Sorry for the early post and just the short drabble. Just trying to push through until I feel better.
“Okay, we can stop here.” You leaned slightly so Daryl could slide his arm from your shoulders and recline against a downed tree. He grunted at the movement but otherwise made no complaint. Placing his crossbow on the ground by his feet, you crouched beside him. “Let’s see the damage.”
His face was a mess of lacerations and swollen flesh, but his torso was worse. Littered with scattered burns and cuts and mottled with deep bruising along his right ribs.
“Jesus, Daryl. What did they do to you?”
“Lil’ bit’a everythin’. Weren’t very creative though.” He chuckled but it broke off into a groan, his hand flying to his side to brace the obviously broken ribs. You clicked your tongue at him, digging through your bag for some disinfectant and butterfly sutures. “Didn’t tell ‘em nothin’ though.”
“I know you didn’t.” You smiled gently, dabbing at the worst of the cuts on his forehead. “It’d take a lot more than that to break the great Daryl Dixon.” He hissed at the sting and, before you could think better of it, you leaned in to blow gently over his skin. When you realized what you were doing, you sat back on your heels and opened a pack of sutures. Your face was beet red.
When you went back to work, he was smirking at you, his lip splitting enough for fresh blood to well up from the wound.
“Shut up.” You frowned at him, pulling together the skin to apply the suture, a little more roughly than intended. The archer pulled away from you with a deep scowl. “Sorry.” You batted your lashes at him. He mumbled something that you were pretty sure contained the word sadist but you’d let it slide. “Alright, that’s the best I can do for now. Need to get you back so Denise can take a look at those ribs. You won’t be going on any runs for a while.” You pulled his shirt up again, relieved for the millionth time that he was comfortable enough with you for his scars not to matter. Nothing below the deep purple skin appeared to be shifted.
“Pft.” He huffed and groaned while you helped him to his feet. “Take more’an this to keep me down.” The color had drained from his face by the time you had him up and moving, albeit slowly.
You shook your head with a warm smile. “I have no doubt.”
summary. it had been too long since you've seen your older brother, and if he was going to be honest, he thought you were dead.
warnings. mentions of death, arguments, fluff, and angst.
۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | i was mentioned in a post by @morgan-wolf that gave me some prompts that they had come up with, and i figured why not do a platonic fanfic? i had a lot of fun making this and thank you for the mention! :] it's always so refreshing to write something platonic omg.
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You had honestly thought you would never see your older brother, Daryl, ever again. It just didn’t seem possible; with the lengths you’d traveled on foot to the people you’ve lost, the idea of him being alive was almost too good to be true.
You guys had been separated from each other ever since you were fifteen. It was your fault really, but the argument you had between Merle & Daryl was considered a big deal at the time, but now that you’re almost twenty-six, it was almost laughable.
You had gone out drinking with some friends and hadn’t come home until the next night, and Daryl was almost losing his mind worrying about you.
You were a complete accident, your parents hadn’t cared about you since you were born, and the caretaking was left up to Daryl & Merle, but of course, Merle can’t take responsibility for anything, so Daryl was the one that took care of you most of the time.
Of course, with the pressures of teenage hormones and the fact that there was nothing to do in your small town, you would eventually give in to the mischief of your friends. Daryl had dreaded the day you grew up truly, and that night was an eye opener for him, and he had no idea how to take it.
“What the hell were you thinkin’?!” Daryl asked angrily. He stood behind one of the dining room chairs, his hands having a death grip on the back of it.
“I was thinkin’ that I wanted to go and hangout with my friends without you on my back!” You replied back in irritation. Merle chimed in from the couch he was sitting on, “Don’t act like we didn’t do that when we were her age, little brother.” He laughed to himself before taking a swig of his beer.
“Shut up man!” He growled.
“You’re not my fucking dad,” You bit. “So I don’t even know why you fucking care.”
His face morphed into something nasty. “Ya think I wanted to take care of ya?” He began to slowly approach you. “Yer jus’ some fuckin’ burden that I was stuck with.” His finger jabbed into your shoulder.
A sickening feeling settled in your stomach as you bit back tears; his words hurt worse than you thought they would, and without thinking you said, “Fuck you, Daryl.” As you shoved him away from you and stormed out of the front door.
Daryl went to move when Merle piped up from the couch once more.
“Let ‘er go. She’ll be back, jus’ needs some time to cool off.”
Daryl wished that he hadn’t listened to him.
For the next ten years, you were on your own, and you had spent the first five holding on to hope that the only family you had managed to survive.
Even though you hated Merle, he was blood, at least that’s what he had said - which you since learned was a shitty manipulation tactic.
You didn’t mean what you had said to Daryl though, you didn’t have the right to say what you did to him, and maybe both of you were in the wrong; most nights when you were supposed to be sleeping, you’d stare up at the stars, your head swimming with questions.
Now, you’ve stopped wondering, just opting to live and save the people that were alive.
You were wandering back to your camp when you stopped in your tracks, slowly drawing your bow and quiver as you watched a man surveying your makeshift camp in the woods.
“Drop your weapons.” You said lowly.
You could see his back muscles tense under his angel jacket, your eyes falling on the dog that was waiting for its owner's command. Your eyes softened, you hadn’t seen a dog in so long you’ve almost forgotten what they looked like.
“No one’s gotta get hurt.” You heard him say. “You’re right, so drop your shit,” You pulled tighter on the string. “I won’t ask you again.” He froze for a second before quickly spinning around, his crossbow brought up and ready to shoot.
Your tense body deflated at the sight of Daryl.
“D?” You asked in disbelief.
Those same tears pricked at the ducts in your eyes caused you to lower your bow, becoming completely defenseless. You threw your arms around him and began to sob, clinging onto him as you could barely say a coherent sentence. Years of grief and loss completely melted from your body, as that hole in your heart had finally begun to heal.
He couldn’t believe you were still alive; all hope had died off with you the night that you disappeared. He had no idea if you had found a safe zone or if you were bitten. He desperately searched for you until Merle forced him to move, where they inevitably found the quarry and its people.
“God,” You say as you pull away from him. “You look like shit, old man.” You attempted to joke to cover up your embarrassment of showing your vulnerability. “Ya don’ look any better, brat.” He grumbled light-heartedly.
You two had begun to walk together, a couple of giggles escaping your lips as Daryl’s dog danced around your legs once he learned you weren’t a threat.
“So, where have you been?” You asked. He just shrugs, “I’ve been around.” You nodded in understanding. “Same here. I can’t even tell you where I’ve gone.” You snorted in amusement. There was another beat of silence before you spoke again.
“Where’s Merle?”
He nibbled on the skin of his lower lip nervously.
“He uh- he didn’t make it.” His voice almost sounded sad. “Oh.” You didn’t know how to feel about hearing about the eldests’ death. A part of you was sad, but the other part of you was also in disbelief, almost like you didn’t believe him. “How did he die?”
“Doin’ somethin’ stupid but kinda… heroic?”
“I would have never expected that.”
“Me neither.” He said with his classic scoff.
Despite losing one brother, you were grateful that you had the other, and if you were going to be honest, he was your favorite. Your conversations flowed as if you hadn’t had to pick up where you left off.
The last battle with Negan doesn’t go as it should, with Negan coming on top, and so reader, Daryl’s girlfriend, offers herself as a wife to Negan if he doesn’t kill Daryl or anyone else. Negan accepts, he won’t kill anyone but will take reader as a wife, and he’ll take Daryl and some of the others to the Sanctuary as prisoners, promising not to hurt anyone if reader is one of his wives and the communities work for him.
This has both flashbacks to reader and Daryl’s story since meeting to now, and the present with reader living at the Sanctuary as a wife, trying to keep Daryl and their people safe, and she and the other wives dealing with Negan, plotting… (This is not a Negan x reader fic!)
Warning: It is very implied that reader has sex with Negan to keep Daryl and the others safe, even if I don’t write explicit sex.
You opened the door to Negan’s bedroom and walked inside.
It was big, also with luxurious furniture, and a king-size bed, in which Negan was sat down against the headboard, seemingly swiping through a magazine, and he looked up at you as you walked in.
“Well, now…” Negan looked you up and down, whistling with that smile that made you anxious. “So that’s what was under all the dirt and baggy clothes…almost didn’t recognize you, doll.”
“Yeah, me neither…” You muttered.
The last time that you had wore something like that, a dress, makeup, it had been for Deanna’s party, and you had been feeling as ridiculous as now, barely recognizing you in the mirror either…
Then…
“Hello?”
You heard a woman’s voice and you looked down the stairs, finding one of those Alexandrian new neighbors of yours, and you wondered what the hell was she doing there. “Hey…you need something? You asked as you walked downstairs, you had been about to take a shower to try and get ready for the party that Deanna was hosting that night.
“No, sorry, I just came to bring you some things,” the woman explained. “The man gutting rabbits outside told me that you were inside and not much else.” The man gutting rabbits…you almost snorted. You should tell that to Daryl. “I bring you clothes.”
“Oh, thank you, but there were clothes already here.” More than what you had honestly expected.
“I know, but I wanted to bring you something else, I got you all girls some night dresses so you can choose for the night.” The woman grinned and even if it seemed ridiculous to you, she seemed nice and helpful, and so you didn’t say anything. “Also a bag of makeup and some razors, I bet you all are dying for it after all this time.”
No, not really, you hadn’t even thought about it… these Alexandrians really lived in another world. You didn’t want to be mean, though, and so you nodded curtly. “Okay, thanks.”
“I’ll leave you to get ready and I’ll see you tonight!”
Soon you were in the shower, scrubbing your body with the berry scented body wash. You had washed your hair a couple of days ago so you didn’t bother with it, you weren’t sure if it’d dry on time for the party. Once outside the shower, you glanced at the makeup bag and the razor. It was stupid, but the woman had managed to make you feel self-conscious, probably without meaning to, and so you ended up using it.
There were some hairpins too and you pulled your hair away from your face and into a half-updo, pinning it in place. One of the pins was bigger, decorated with a butterfly, and you placed it at the side of your head. You had to admit that it was pretty.
Looking at yourself in the big mirror of your bedroom, you decided that you looked…strange, you looked strange, with that dress, light makeup and all that. Like a girl playing dress-up. You moved from side to side, inspected yourself, and you only managed to feel more like an idiot…this didn’t suit you…you had thought that it was stupid, but still, part of you had hoped that you would look nice, but looking in the mirror, you could only think that you looked silly and strange, and like you were pretending to be someone who you weren’t.
You decided to stop looking at your reflection, afraid that you’d do something stupid like ruin your makeup or tear the dress, and instead, you went to look for Daryl to see if he’d made up his mind about going to the party or not.
You opened the front door and found Daryl still sat down on the porch. He looked up at you and scoffed. “You look ridiculous.”
You knew, deep down, that Daryl didn’t mean to hurt you, that he was moody since arriving at Alexandria, but you had been feeling ridiculous and silly enough by yourself, and it hurt. He was right, you looked ridiculous, you had been an idiot.
Your eyes filled with tears that you weren’t able to stop, and you turned around, rushing back into the house and almost running upstairs and into your room, closing the door behind you. You yanked the dress off you, almost getting tangled with it on your hustle, and throwing it to the floor. It was a dress stupid as you. You rubbed your tears, you’d ruin your make-up, but Daryl was right, you looked ridiculous.
The door of the room opened but you didn’t turn around. “Y/N…” Daryl called for you softly, but you were too embarrassed to look at him. The door closed again and Daryl walked to you. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m a prick.”
“You’re honest,” you said, hating that you sounded like you were crying.
“No.” You felt Daryl’s hand on your bare waist and then his lips on your shoulder. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“You said what you think.” You shrugged, struggling weakly when Daryl wrapped his arms around you to hold your back against his chest, but you gave in and let him hug you. “You’re right.”
“I don’t think that,” he murmured. “I was an asshole.”
“It’s stupid, having a party in the apocalypse, and shaving and putting on make-up and wearing ridiculous dresses,” you said bitterly. “And I did look ridiculous.”
“You don’t.” Daryl kissed your cheek and then let go of you. He picked the dress from the floor and before you knew what was happening, he had thrown it over your head and was trying to get your head through the neck hole and your arms through the straps, and when you ended up tangling in it you could help but laugh.
“Stop it, just…stop.”
Daryl did stop, smiling softly when he saw you laughing, and you put on the dress properly, looking down shyly, but you couldn’t help your smile when you felt Daryl’s knuckles caressing your bare arm softly.
“You look nice,” he told you, and you scoffed. “You do.”
“You just say that to make me feel better.”
“No, you look nice, Y/N,” Daryl said again, kissing your lips softly before you could say anything, and then your forehead. “I’m sorry I said that. I didn’t mean it. I know I ain’t…that I’ve been a prick since we arrived here…”
“You’re not.” You reached to hold his hand and squeeze it. “It’s just taking you time to adapt, and I understand, I feel strange too…we’ll get used to this place together, okay?” Daryl nodded, giving you a small, half-smile, and you kissed his lips again.
When you pulled back, Daryl cupped your face with his hand, his thumb stroking your cheek, before moving to the butterfly pin at the side of your hair. “I like it.”
“Thank you…” You bit your lip, smiling like an idiot. “I hadn’t wear hairpins in…forever.” You chuckled and Daryl kissed your cheek before pulling back. “Or makeup, or…” Something came to your mind and you felt shy again. “Daryl…does, uh…does it bother you that I, uh…that I hadn’t shaved in like…uh, forever, almost…”
Daryl blinked at you. “Are you seriously askin’ me that?” You shrugged and Daryl snorted.
“It’s just…you know…with all the dead walking, and like…surviving and there’s always stuff to do, and…going from here to there, and…yeah, surviving, all that…so I hadn’t even really thought about that until now…so…”
“Y/N.” Daryl stopped you, looking at you like he couldn’t believe you were making a big deal out of it. “I don’t give a fuck.”
“Okay…okay…good…” You smiled and chuckled at yourself, you didn’t know what had gotten into you that day. “I should fix my make-up…”
Daryl nodded and looked at the bathroom. “I, uh…I’m gonna take a shower.”
“Are you?” You knew he still felt weird about it and all these Alexandria commodities.
“Hmm hmm…guessed that I should before goin’ to that damn party.” Daryl shrugged and you couldn’t believe his words.
“Are you coming?” You grinned and Daryl nodded. “Thank you, Daryl, really.” Daryl didn’t say anything, just shrugged again and kissed your forehead before getting into the bathroom, and you went to find him some clean clothes while he showered, looking at yourself in the mirror again…maybe you didn’t look that ridiculous…
Now…
“Look at me, darling,” Negan said, and you forced yourself to do so. “Are you scared of me?” He asked and you shook your head, you would never admit that. “Good. In case those others didn’t tell you, I don’t hurt my wives. Now get that pretty ass in here.”
You could have said many things. How he was already hurting you, having your family, friends, Daryl captive, with the threat of them being tortured and killed, forcing you to be with him…but you didn’t see the point on saying anything like that, it’d just lead to arguing, and you didn’t want to risk the safety of anyone by contradicting Negan and angering him, and so you just did as you were told, and went to join him on bed.
*
You were sat down on Negan’s bed, sheets wrapped around you to cover your body, no matter that he had just seen you naked. Negan was sat down too, and you weren’t looking at him but you felt his eyes on you. You glanced at him, finding him looking at you with that smirk of him, and you looked away again.
“Can I leave?” You said.
“So soon already, darling?” He purred. “You don’t want a repeat.”
You shrugged. “Abby said they were going to watch a movie.”
“And you rather watch a movie than bang your hot, brand new husband?”
“Do you want me to answer that?” You said before could stop yourself, and Negan’s dangerous smile grew. He scooted closer, reaching out to tangle his fingers in your hair, and you tried not to squirm away.
“You know what I think would be even more fun than bang you?” Negan purred and you shrugged. “Bang you and then go tell dear Daryl everything that you and I do…you think he’d try to kill me? I think so, yeah, he’s a rabid dog with no brain, of course he would try, that’d kill him…if I didn’t kill him first…hell, we could just go and get at it in his cell, that would be fun…”
You slapped Negan, hard, and you didn’t know who was more shocked at it, Negan or you. You looked at him with wide, scared eyes, while Negan looked at you in silence, and then a smile spread across his face.
“If you wanted to turn me on, you managed.” Negan chuckled, but then he grabbed your wrist. “Never slap me again if I don’t ask you or I’ll cut Daryl’s hand and bring it to you. Got it?” You nodded and Negan smiled in that way of his. “Good girl...” He purred
Negan didn’t say anything for a couple of tense minutes, seeming to study you. “I can see you biting your tongue all the time around me, don’t think I don’t notice, trying to be all nice and proper...” He chuckled. “But every time I say anything about Daryl? You lose it. You’d kill for him, don’t you?”
“Already did.” You nodded. “As you can see…I’d do pretty much anything for him.” You waved at Negan.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Negan smiled darkly. “I wonder what he did to deserve it…I think he’s just a dirty, stupid dog. You know, I always say, people are resources, everyone is useful, but him? I think I’ve had him around enough to know that he’s worth nothing.”
You were about to explode again, to punch Negan, your brain losing its common sense for a second at his words, but you noticed Negan’s shit-eating grin and you realized that it was what Negan was trying to accomplish, and you stopped yourself.
“Sorry doll, don’t take it to heart, I just like to jab you about him, you look adorable, getting all cute and angry, it’s fun.” He chuckled again.
“Yeah, it’s super fun to talk shit about my boyfriend and joke about raping me in front of him,” you muttered angrily.
“Excuse you? Watch that tongue of yours. There’s a strict no rape policy in this place and everyone better fucking knows than to mess with that rule. Already castrated and left to bleed out a couple of men for that.”
You looked at Negan at that, and he did seem to believe what he was saying, you almost scoffed. “Negan. You have sex slaves.”
“Excuse you again? I have wives…and the spoilest wives in all this shit of a wasteland. You all said yes, no one of my wives is here against their will, and if you are, then you can leave in this fucking moment, doll.”
“And let you torture Daryl, then?” You said and Negan shrugged as if it was obvious. “Then, I’m not free to go.” You scoffed.
“You are, you agreed to make a deal with me,” Negan insisted and you gave up, there was no point on keep talking about that. Whether he didn’t see that by making you sleep with him in order to keep Daryl safe, it was pretty much the same as him forcing you to have sex with him , or if it was just that he didn’t want to see it, you didn’t care, there was no point on talking about it.
“Whatever…I want to go watch a movie, can I?”
“Sure, doll…you’re free to do as you please,” Negan said and you tried not to scoff. “Don’t be mad, doll, I was just teasing you about our dear Daryl, I know he’s not good for nothing, I liked him, I wanted him as a savior.” You nodded, you guessed that it’d be best to leave on Negan’s good side, for the sake of Daryl.
“Okay.”
Negan placed his hand on your neck, pulling you to him and kissing you, and again you had to stop yourself from shoving him away. “Go watch a movie …but since you don’t want to have more fun, say to any of the others to come here, they can pick who.”
You groaned internally, you didn’t want to make any of the others have to go to sleep with Negan because of you. “Okay, we can fuck again, whatever.” You grumbled and Negan chuckled.
“You’re so cute when you’re annoyed, doll.” He gave you that shit-eating grin. “No, I don’t want to spend you on your first night here, come on, go enjoy your movie, and tell someone else to get their pretty ass here.”
“Okay…” You couldn’t help it, and maybe you were selfish, but you were relieved. You got up from the bed, trying to reach the nightgown to get dressed without letting go of the sheet, but Negan yanked it away from you, taking you by surprise, and you gasped, making him let out an amused chuckle and slap your ass when you cursed under your breathe.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, doll,” Negan said once you were dressed and you nodded awkwardly without looking at him, squirming out of the room.
Once back to the wive’s main room, everyone turned to look at you, and you wrapped yourself in the robe, self-conscious.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Noemi asked you and you nodded.
“He, uh…said that he wants any of you now…”
“Seriously?” Frankie looked at you. “You were already there, couldn’t you leave him spent enough?” You weren’t sure if she was annoyed or joking, but some of the others chuckled.
“I, uh…I’m sorry…” You murmured.
“So…who’s going?” Frankie asked.
“I’ll do it,” Lila chimed in. “So I’m picking the movie tomorrow.”
“You always want to watch that romantic crap,” Abby complained.
Lila nodded and got up, making her way to Negan’s bedroom, and you watched her go, feeling guilty, though nobody seemed to make a big deal out of it. You guessed they were used to stuff like that.
“Come on, sit down to watch a movie,” Noemi told you. “We also got you something to eat.”
“I, uh…thank you, but…start without me, I…I want to have a shower again…”
Noemi squeezed your arm softly. “Okay, sweetheart, dinner will be waiting for you when you’re ready.” You nodded and went to the shower again.
When you walked out of the bathroom, some of the others looked at you but they didn’t say anything, letting you be. You walked to your room and noticed that Amber was in the bedroom that she shared with Lila. She was lying on the bed and crying, and you wondered if something had happened while you were with Negan.
You didn’t try to ask her, or to comfort her, everyone seemed to just be letting her be, and you felt like crying enough yourself, you didn’t think that you could be of any help, and instead you went to your bedroom.
You took off the robe and put on one of those black dresses, wishing that you had something else. You had hidden Daryl’s shirt under the mattress and you took it. You sat down on the bed and wrapped the shirt around you, snuggling with it. You closed your eyes and tried to imagine that you were with him, somewhere else, somewhere safe, at home, Alexandria, the prison, anywhere but there.
The door of your bedroom opened and Abby walked in, closing the door behind her. You thought that she might scold you about being again holding Daryl’s shirt, but she didn’t say anything about it, sitting down on the bed next to you.
“The first day is the worst…it’ll become routine at some point,” she told you, as if trying to comfort you, but you couldn’t see it becoming routine at any point. “Hey…We’ve been talking while you were away. We’re going to trust you with something.”
You looked at Abby at that, confused. “What?”
“Negan can’t know about this, if you cross us, don’t think we’d go softer on you for that than he would, okay?” Abby warned you and you nodded, frowning. She gave you a small plastic package with some pills inside, and you just frowned more.
“What’s this?”
“This one is a morning-after pill.” Abby pointed at one. “The others are contraceptive pills, we don’t have many left, but they should last us for a few months, better take those than having to take another morning after one. I’m guessing you don’t want to end up with baby Negan even if he wants it.”
“Shit…” You hadn’t even thought about that, and it took you a bit not to straight-up panic. “Shit…yes, yes, thank you…” You took the morning-after pill and swallowed it without even bothering to get some water.
“Hide those better than you hide that shirt,” Abby told you and you nodded.
“How did you get these?” You didn’t think that contraceptive pills were easy to find, condoms were scarce enough, and then they had to smuggle those in there if Negan didn’t want them to take them.
“A while ago Negan ordered a run on a big, big pharmacy,” Abby began to explain. “Some saviors died, but the loot they brought was incredible…including packs of those, I heard some saviors talking about it and we convinced one to give us some, Arat. She and Lila used to shag and we told her that we’d tell Negan about it and convince him that she was pestering Lila if she didn’t get us the pills. It worked.”
You didn’t know what to say to all that, and you just blinked at Abby. “Okay…thanks.”
“This place is kind of a soap opera sometimes, you’ll see it,” Abby smiled as if trying to make you feel better. “And Lila…I guess she has a thing for baddies or something. Arat? They say that she and Simon butchered all men in another settlement, Oceanside, including the kids.”
“Shit…” You didn’t want to think it.
“But Lila was really into her…and the other day, she said that all this shit with Negan could be worse because at least he is hot.” Abby scoffed and so did you.
“Yeah, he looked really hot while bashing the head of my friends with his bat,” you spat.
“What about you, uh? Your man, Daryl, I got a glance at him the last time that he was here, he looks like a bad boy too,” Abby teased, as if trying to take your mind off Negan, Arat and all that shit, and you snorted.
“He’s not…well, I mean…he has his things…” Oh, and he had been such an asshole most of the time, when you two had begun surviving together at the beginning of it all, but you had always thought there was something else deep down…very deep down. He’d grown so much since then. “And yeah…yeah, he rocks the look.” You chuckled. “But he has the kindest, selfless heart I’ve met. He’s the best man I know.”
Abby didn’t say anything, giving you a kind smile, and you buried your face in Daryl’s shirt, inhaling his scent again, before looking at Abby. “What does Negan have on you, your husband too?”
Abby shook her head. “My little sister and my nephew. He needs insulin, we couldn’t pay for it, I wasn’t going to let my little sister become a wife so I did. I thought that greedy bastard might want both of us as wives, but for now, he seems content enough just with me while my sister works cleaning, and I work hard to keep it like that.”
You felt like you had misjudged Abby and her appearance when you first saw her and her Barbie, perfect porn wife look, and you felt a bit bad about it, but you didn’t know what to say. “I hate this place and all this shit.”
“I know…” Abby nodded. “But it is what it is. Now come on, we’re watching Pretty Woman to jot tips on how to lure and seduce guys.”
“Seriously?”
Abby snorted. “No, just other old movies, we have some DVDs, we’ve watched them all already, but it’s better than nothing. Come on, you have to eat too.” She got up from the bed.
“Wait…it’s Amber okay?”
Abby let out a sigh and flopped down onto the bed again. “No, she’s not, but we don’t know what to do anymore, when she’s not crying, she’s drinking, and it’s just a matter of time that Negan gets pissed if she starts crying on him all the time,” Abby began to explain. “This happened like a week ago or so. Amber had a boyfriend, she kept seeing him, Negan found out and he was pissed. Cheating on him? I thought he might kill her, but he didn’t…the boyfriend, though, he was ironed like Dwight. But he didn’t make it, infection killed him…and, yeah, Amber is having a hard time dealing with that.”
“Yeah, no shit…” You wondered if you’d ever stop feeling horrified at this place. “What the hell is this place, why are these people like that, what’s wrong with them?”
Abby just shrugged. “So, you know…in case you were thinking about sneaking to see your beau…don’t.”
“Yeah, didn’t sound like the best idea anyway…” You scoffed.
“Yeah…come on, let’s watch the movie.”
*
So...yeah, reader has to get at it with Negan and I’m afraid it won’t be the last time. But there was a flashback, a idea for a Daryl scene that I had wanted to write for a while. The flashbacks on the next chaptes are going to be about him and reader meeting, and starting their relationship. Honestly, the flashbacks and the relationship between the wives are my favorite part of this fic.
If you enjoyed this, comments and reblogs are always more than welcome, thanks.
Also, as always, excuse my English, it’s not my first language.
IF YOUR TAG IS IN BOLD IT’S BECAUSE I CAN’T MAKE IT WORK (AS YOU KNOW i’M MAKING A NEW TAGLIST)
New taglist for Daryl, if you want to be (un)tagged please let me know.
Summery: You and Daryl have a quiet date night.
Pairing: Daryl x Reader
Warnings: Insinuation of sex
Wordcount: 3,444
When you got to your house the first thing you did was take a relaxing hot shower and wash every bit of dirt, grime and walker blood down the drain. When you were finished with that you blow dried your hair, then tied it up into a simple style. Now that you felt like your clean self again you got dressed in a pair of frayed jean shorts and a black ribbed tank top. You had just put half a pack of fettuccini noodles on the boil when you heard a knock on the door. You were expecting Daryl, but when you opened the door Olivia’s face was reveled. “Oh, hey, what’s up?” you asked a little confused as to why she was at your door.
“You forgot to bring the weapons back to the armory. I was just wondering if you were going to claim them as yours.” She said before she held up the clip board in her hands. “If so you need to sign here.” She pointed to where there was an x marked on the paper next to a line.
“Oh, yeah, they pretty much feel like mine now so I guess I’ll claim them.” You said as you took the board and signed. You tucked the pen into the top of the clip board then handed it back to her with a smile. “Pleasure doin’ business with you.”
The woman just smiled and took the clip board then walked off. You were about to close the door when you saw someone move down the street and you craned your neck to see Daryl headed your way. He wore a clean grey shirt and his vest and you couldn’t help but think how different he looked when he cleaned up and didn’t have his bow on his back.
You wanted to sat there and wait for him to get to your door, but you heard water boil out of the pot in the kitchen. So you left the living room door open to let him know he could come on it and headed to the kitchen and* started the timer. “Where you at?” Daryl called from the front door.
“Kitchen.” You called back and you could hear his footsteps as he walked into the kitchen. “Hope fettuccini Alfredo is okay.” You told him before you turned around to see him standing at the bar with a plastic container in his hand.
“Carol made me bring these, said it wasn’t polite to show up without something.” He said with a shrug as he slid the container across the bar to you.
You opened it to see that it was some of her cookies. “Awesome.” You said with a smile as you put the lid back on. “I’ve been wanting to try these ever since she got here. The housewife down the street raved about them for forever.”
“Alfredo sounds good.” He told you with a nod so you turned to the cabinet behind you and grabbed the can of sauce that you’d been hording for the past few months, out of the cabinet.
“I hope it doesn’t taste too bad without some kind of meat in it.” You turned back around to see him grabbing glasses out of the cabinet and fill them with ice. “All I have is water other than alcohol.” He didn’t ask what you wanted, but instead filled the glass’ with ice and water and set them at their places at the table.
“So, what are we watching tonight?” he asked as you waited for the noodles to get done.
“There’s a stack of movies on the coffee table if you want to choose.” You told him as the timer on the stove started beeping.
“What are you in the mood for?” he asked as he pulled out a bar stool and sat down, not going to pick a movie. He enjoyed the view of you backside where you stood at the stove with your back to him.
You pored the noodles into the strainer then into a bowl. “It really doesn’t matter to me.” You turned from the stove to set the bowl down on the bar. “I’ll watch whatever. I’m not picky when it comes to movies.”
“Alright.” He told you with a nod then things fell quiet between you as you finished up the simple meal. Once the table was set and food was dished out you and Daryl sat down and started eating in silence.
Although it was a comfortable silence, you felt that you and Daryl should be talking more given that you were having what you assumed to be a date. So finally you asked, “So, where did you grow up?” you asked before you took a bite and slurped the noodle into your mouth.
“Georgia.” He answered as he chewed. “What about you.”
“Mostly grew up in Texas, but then my foster family moved here.” You answered looking down at your plate as you thought about the family you’d lost. “My foster father’s job transferred him.”
“So you were in foster care?” he asked with a hint of curiosity in his voice.
“Yep, thankfully I had good foster parents. A lot of the kids that I knew weren’t as lucky as my foster brother and me.” You answered then took a bite.
“Where’s your brother?” Daryl asked as he finished off his dinner.
“He passed before the turn. Kidney cancer.” You answered and Daryl nodded. “What about you? You have any brothers or sisters, mom, dad?” you asked and Daryl grimaced.
“Mom died in a house fire when I was a kid. Dad got taken in the beginning and my brother, Merle, got killed by a duchebag that called himself the governor about a year after.” Daryl replied.
You felt like the two of you were bonding over the fact that you had no biological family left. In an attempt to pick up the mood you changed the subject. “So what did you used to do for a living?”
“Nothing.” Daryl answered with a shrug.
“Really? Nothing?” you asked.
“I was a nobody. I just hung around with my brother getting into trouble.” He answered and you decided not to push it further. “What did you do?” he asked turning things back to you.
“Are you sure you want to know?” you asked with a hint of mischief in your tone as you got up from the table.
“Mmhmm.” He hummed as he grabbed his plate and followed you to the sink where you both placed your plats.
“Would you believe me if I told you I was a stripper?” you asked as you turned around and leaned against the cabinet.
Daryl stared you in the eyes for a full thirty seconds before he shook his head. “No.”
You just smirked and continued to hold eye contact. “I that your final answer?” you asked, hoping to throw him off.
“There’s no way.” He said sounding like he was starting to doubt his instincts. “You’re too…quiet.”
“But don’t they always say that it’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for?” you asked as you walked around him, breaking eye contact.
“Your messing with me.” He said, following you into the living room.
“Am I?” you asked turning around to walk backwards for a few steps. “What do you think I did?” you asked turning around, knowing that the coffee table would be behind you.
“Librarian?” he asked and you shook your head no. He looked around the room as if he could find a clue. “You’re a nail tech.” he guessed and you smiled.
“How you figure?” you asked and he nodded to your nails.
“Your nails are healthy and there’re chips of paint left behind on ‘em. There’s also five different bottles of nail polish sitting around in this room.” You felt your jaw slack a little. “I’ve also noticed the nail powder and monomer on the bookshelf.”
“Are you sure you weren’t a private detective before?” you asked and Daryl laughed and shook his head. “Well you should’ve been.” You sat down on the couch “Because you’re right” and slid the stack of movies you had pre-picked over to Daryl. “Pick.”
He sat down next to you and started picking through the movies. Eventually Daryl slid two movies toward you. “You pick.”
You let you eyes travel between the cases of Legion and Paranormal activity. “So you like scary?” you asked and Daryl just shrugged clearly indifferent. You thought the decision through more than you probably should have. On one hand Legion was a good movie, but paranormal activity had good jump scares and it had been a long time since you had watched it. So deciding that you needed and excuse to get close to Daryl you picked up Paranormal Activity and popped it into the dvd player.
After fast forwarding through the previews to get to the menu you pressed the play button and sat down on the couch next to Daryl. Thirty minutes into the movie you realized that the lights were still on in the living room. “Is it okay with you if I turn the lights off?” you asked and Daryl motioned you to go ahead. So, feeling nervous all of a sudden you quickly stood up and grabbed the pull chain of the lights and turned them off. You were sitting back down when all of a sudden Daryl’s arm looped around your waist and pulled you into him.
A little shocked you looked up at him with wide eyes. “This okay?” he asked and you felt your lips pull up into a small smile as you nodded and pulled your feet up onto the couch, tucking yourself into his side.
Now, you found yourself no longer paying attention to the movie. Instead you were lost in the feel of Daryl. How his hand that lightly held your side would gently grip your hip when a jump scare got him, his heart beat against your hand that you rested on his chest and how every once in a while you could feel him look down at you. Eventually when you didn’t look up at him he quietly asked, “You awake?”
You looked up at him and smiled a little. “I’m awake.” After you answered the credits and accompanying music started playing. You just stared at each other for a few seconds. The way he was looking at you sent a tidal wave of butterflies through your stomach. “What are you thinking about right now?” you asked as you reached up and brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes.
He looked down as if he didn’t want to tell you before he finally looked back and you with smoldering eyes. “How beautiful you are.” His low gravely voice sent a shiver down your spine and a blush warmed your cheeks. “Especially when you do that.” He reached out and ran the backs of his fingers down your cheek. You smiled and leaned into his touch. “What are you thinkin’ about?” he asked as he slid his hand down to rest on you neck.
“A lot.” You answered with a sigh as you moved around to lay on the couch with your head in his lap. “Some of it’s superficial the rest of it, not so much.” You smiled when he placed his hand on your forehead and brushed your hair back. “So what do you want to hear, shallow thoughts or deep thoughts? Either way they’ve all got something to do with you.” You told him as you grabbed his hand that wasn’t playing with your hair and placed your palms together.
“Deep.” He answered as he watched you line your fingers up with his.
“I feel like your too good for me.” You didn’t look up at him and just kept playing with his muscular fingers. “like I don’t deserve you.”
“What?” Daryl asked as if you had just told him that the moon was made of cheese. “You think I’m too good for you?”
“Yeah.” You shrugged. “I mean I’m… I’m no one… just a useless shut in. But you?” you finally looked up at him. “You’re someone, a survivor. You can protect this place and help provide for people.”
“You’ll become a survivor too. Just takes time.” Daryl twitched his fingers in yours moving his fingers so that he could close his hand around yours. “That’s why you asked me for help, right?” he asked.
You nodded and looked back at his hand in yours where he rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. “And because I wanted an excuse to be around you.” You added with a small smirk to lighten things up a bit.
“I’m glad one of us had the courage to come up with an excuse.” His quiet words caused a smile to cross your face. “Game on?” he asked and somehow you knew that he was meaning that he wanted to play the game that you had been playing earlier that day. So you sat up and turned around to face him with one of your legs pulled up into the couch.
You nodded and smiled he motioned for you to go first. “Did you plan the camping trip just so you could get me alone?” You asked the first question that popped into your head.
“No.” he answered and you felt a little disappointed. “And yes.”
“Okay break the rules of the game and explain that one please.” You suggested.
“You really did need the training, so no, I didn’t plan it just so we would be alone, but I did also want uninterrupted time alone with you so yes.” He explained making you smile. “Last night, you’d moved over in your sleep and cuddled with me. Why’d you move away before I woke up?’
“That’s not a yes or no question.” You told him and he rolled his eyes. “Fine.” You glanced down at your hands where they laid in your lap. “I woke up, pressed into your side and you weren’t touching me or cuddling me back. I figured you didn’t want me touching you, but were too nice to make me move. So I moved.”
“I told you before. You can fall asleep on me anytime. You didn’t have to move.” He told you so you nodded letting him know you understood.
“Did you plan on more happening in that tent than just sleeping?” you asked needing to know.
“Will you hate me if I say yes?” he answered you question with a question.
“No.” you admitted with a shy smile. “Because it was all I could think about all night.”
“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly and you nodded so he leaned into you and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back. As the kiss deepened he placed his hand on your sides and pulled you a little closer. You let him manipulate you as if you were a puppet. When his lips left yours it was only to start kissing his way down your neck.
Laughter bubbled from your lips when all of a sudden Daryl gripped your hips and picked you up, moving you to sit on his lap. You pressed your face into his neck as he slid his hands up your back then back down to slide up under your shirt. You sighed at the feeling of his warm hands on your flesh. “Are you sure about this?” your mouth asked the question without your minds permission.
“Yep.” Daryl grunted from where he was kissing your shoulder. “Are you?” he asked between kisses.
“Yes.” Your tone wasn’t quiet right and Daryl could tell. So he pulled back to look you in the eyes.
“You said yes, but I heard no.” he slid his hands down your back to rest on your hips again. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.” You told him with a shake of your head.
“Told ya in the beginning, ya gotta learn to talk.” Daryl said moving his hand to rest on your cheek. “So talk to me.”
“I feel like…your just going along with this because you know I like you and Carol and Rick seem to be pushing us together.” You admitted some thoughts that had been floating around in your head since the two of you started getting closer. “Like I’ve been pushed on you.”
Daryl ran his thumb down your cheek. “You are beautiful.” His words pulled your eyes up from where you had been staring down at your hands were they rested on his chest. “and smart. You’ve had my attention since the first time I saw you out there runnin’.” He said making you blush he noticed and smiled a little. “You looked like you were lost in your own little world, skin slick with sweat. Trust me, I want you and no one made me do it.” He insisted and slid his hand down your face to grip your neck.
“Say that again.” You whispered still looking him in the eyes.
“No one made me.” He repeated.
You shook your head no. “Not that, the other part.”
“I want you.” Daryl whispered back sending a chill down your spine to your core. Your eyes slipped closed and you smiled. “So what do you want?” Daryl asked and you opened you eyes back up.
“You.” You answered as you slid your hands up his chest to his neck.
“huh?” he asked pretending like he hadn’t heard you.
“I want you.” You told him louder right before he pressed his lips hard into yours.
His kisses were so needy and passionate that you no longer questioned him. You were once again putty in his hands as he gripped your ass and stood up. As you wrapped your legs around his waist he broke the kiss to ask, “Where’s your bedroom?” then started kissing your neck pulling a moan out of you.
“Hallway.” He bit your neck fogging your brain. “Door at the end.” You wrapped your legs tighter around him as he started walking you that way, making out with you the whole time. How he managed to hold you, make out with you, walk and navigate all at the same time, you didn’t know but you didn’t care. You just reached behind him, grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head.
Eventually though, you felt your back hit the door and to keep from him having to put you down to open the door you took one of your arms out from around him to reach behind you and open the door. He broke the kiss long enough to locate the bed and lay you both down.
~~~~~
You both lay on the bed covered in a light sheen of sweat that the thin sheet covering you stuck to. You were tucked into the crook of Daryl’s arm tracing the letters of the tattoo on his chest when Daryl finally broke the silence. “Can I ask you somethin’?”
You rolled over onto your stomach so that you could look at his face. “I’m an open book.” You replied as you propped your head up in your hands.
“How’d you end up in foster care?” he asked and you turned your eyes to the mattress.
“My , my father… had a gambling addiction. He constantly owed someone money, most of the time he couldn’t pay up. So he…sold me, to people.” You admitted, not looking him in the eyes. Daryl reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “You see that scar on my side?” you asked and he ran his fingers up the long rigid, raised scar. “When I was fourteen a man tried to kill me. He told my father “Give me my money or I’ll gut this bitch like a fish”. Without missing a beat my father told him to go for it. So the guy did it. Slit me from my hip to my armpit.”
You felt Daryl hook his finger under your chin to tild your head up and place a gentle kiss on your lips. “So how’d you not bleed out?”
“I practically drug myself to the neighbors house and demanded she drive me to the er.” You answered. “From there CPS was called and I never set foot in that house again.”
“You’re already a survivor, ya know that?” Daryl asked and you simply shrugged, not believing him.
“Does that mean our survival training is over?” you asked a little sad.
“Hell no.” he rolled over to hover above you then started up another passionate kiss.
Training Sessions Tag List: @itsmysticalmystery @txnii-hxrdyy
OR another idea: don’t ask me how that happened, but merle has a child (and ofc it’s reader) but since he doesn’t really take care of her - are we surprised? - daryl does and he sees her as her own daughter
(tbh idk how to feel about this one but.. yeah :D)
NEW AGE ⋆ DD !
💿 now playing: Radioactive - Imagine Dragons
pairing. daryl dixon & neice!reader
era. season 1
wordcount. 1618
summary. merle didn't even want you in the first place, but with the state having been at your neck before the world ended, it looks like your stuck with your bigot father and quiet uncle.
warnings. shane is a warning within itself, so is merle, mentions of drugs, mentions of prostitution, mentions of heroin usage, mentions of drinking, smoking, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, merle is a dead beat but fuck him anyway we don't care, uncle daryl to the rescue, daryl dixon fluff, angst, arguing, teenage hormones.
۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | thank you anon so much for both of your requests that you've sent! this is 1/2 so!! and be surer if your ideas next time, because this was a lovely write, and i honestly enjoyed writing it! since they're still related in some way, i tried to make the character the same as them loosely, mostly in personality and such!
— links .ᐟ masterlist | ao3
It was safe to say you hated everyone.
Maybe it was grungy teenage hormones, or the fact that you were required by the state to live with your shitty dad and your uncle.
Merle knew that you existed, but he never bothered to even try and reach out to your mom or even offer any help, let alone put his name on your birth certificate.
You were glad that you didn’t uphold the Dixon name, because for the short three months that you lived with the brothers, they brought you nothing but disappointment. Your dad a loudmouthed, sexist, racist, drug addicted pig; your uncle, a closed off and reserved man that could never seem to think for himself, always following Merle around like a lost puppy.
It was safe to say you haven’t had the easiest childhood, with your mom having been a prostitute, it was easy for her to fall into habits such as alcoholism and drugs. Merle really wasn’t picky with the women he had sex with, and that’s what set you up for failure before you were even born.
Your home was a little run-down trailer that your mother couldn’t even be bothered to try and clean up, leaving out heroin needles, beer cans, food wrappers, and the overflowing ash tray on your cluttered coffee table across from the miniature sofa – that was your makeshift bed because she didn’t want to give up the queen size bed. By the time you reached high school you were skipping class and stealing your mother’s cigarettes.
Due to her neglect and the fact that you hadn’t attended school since your freshman year, the corrupt justice system sent you off to your closest relative, and that was your dad. They knew he was no good, having been in and out of many prisons and well acquainted with the cops around town, but it didn’t seem to make a difference, they just wanted you off their hands.
It wasn’t like he greeted you with open arms either, often locking you out of the townhouse all three of you lived in simply because he forgot you existed.
When the world ended, you hadn’t been home in what had seemed like forever, often disappearing to God knows just to forget about the world around you.
You hadn’t left your spot at the train tracks just meters away from your townhouse that was separated by a mere tree line, and much to your surprise, Daryl had been the one to come and snatch you up, telling you something along the lines of “Get yer ass up, girl. We gotta go.” You followed begrudgingly of course, rather dying wherever you were at than having to be forced to be near your piece of shit father.
The night that you had all left Atlanta together, you watched as planes flew over your heads, bombing what was left of the city.
Life had been mundane since finding the quarry and being hesitantly taken in by its inhabitants.
You were sitting at the campfire that was dimming, many were already sleeping, and you had no idea if the Dixons were too since both men wanted to set up their tents away from all the others. You really didn’t want to make the walk through the woods, unaware of what might be hiding within the shadows, and you didn’t have the energy to try and kill any of those bastards.
Reaching in your coat pocket, you were frustrated to find that you only had three cigarettes left. Sighing, you took one out and leant forward, lighting it with the dying flames that barely poked out from under the charred wood. You breathed in the fumes, releasing it and allowing your body to relax into the fold out chair.
“You shouldn’ be smokin’ that shit.” You heard a voice sound from behind you. You only rolled your eyes as he took a seat on another folded out chair next to you. You took another hit of the cancerous stick. “Don’t be a prude, Uncle Daryl.” You said with a smirk. As you spoke, you blew the smoke out of your mouth, the clouds causing your voice to sound foggy.
“Ya heard me.” You heard him say before he plucked the thing out from between your fingers and threw it in the pit. “What the fuck?!”
You said angrily, “I’m on my last pack. Fucking dick.” You mumbled the last part to yourself, but he heard it. “I’m jus’ tryna look out for ya. No need for ya to be a little asshole.” He bit back at you with narrowed eyes.
“What’s the point in looking out for me now? You sure as shit didn’t when the world was up and moving. No need to try and take care of me just because the dead are walking. Either way, I’m gonna die, either getting the skin ripped off my bones or lung cancer.” You got up as you glared at him.
“You don’t owe me shit, Daryl. Just leave me alone.”
Yes, you were being too hard on him, but there was a part of you that was bitter, that felt left behind by the world, like you didn’t deserve to be there in the first place. Little did you know, that’s exactly how Daryl felt too.
You had woken up sweaty, the Georgian heat bleeding through the thin walls of your tent. The area around you was quiet as you got up, walking over to the men’s tent and snatching back the tent flap only to find it empty. You had no idea where your dad or uncle was. You paid no mind to their absence as you wadded through the woods to see that there was barely anyone at the heart of the camp.
“Good afternoon sleepy head.” Carol greeted you sweetly. She was brushing through her little girl’s hair, braiding it between her nimble fingers.
If there was one person you couldn’t bring yourself to be rude to despite your distaste for many of those around you, it was Carol. You had recognized that she had already been through enough, with her abusive husband breathing down her and her daughter’s neck.
“You can’t jus’ keep sleepin’,” You Shane piped up. “Ya gotta pull your weight around here just like everyone else.” You huffed. “I just woke up man, get off my dick.” You said crudely, taking the plate of cooked squirrel that Carol had saved just for you. That seemed to piss the ex-cop off because he slapped the plate out of your hand, getting in your face as he glared down at you.
“Listen here, Dixon. Yer the oldest of any of the kids here, you don’t jus’ get a free pass ‘cause yer dad and uncle does the huntin.’” You glared up at him. “First of all, I ain’t no Dixon.” You said with a clenched jaw, a bit of your southern accent spilling out from between your lips.
“Secondly, if you mean doing laundry or cooking while the men do the killing and the women do the chores, then no chance in hell.” Your words were laced with venom, the battle for dominance between you and the older man evident as he attempted to stare you down. “Well, I for one don’t care what you think.” He all but growled.
“Seems like agree on something.” You spat.
“Aye!” You heard Daryl yell as he emerged from the woods. “The hell’s goin’ ‘ere?” He questioned; his eyes trained on Shane. “Dealin’ with your niece’s smart mouth that’s what.” You just scoffed. “Oh please. You were acting like a douchebag.” He stepped closer to you, causing you to lean back. “You wanna say that again?”
Before things could take a turn for the worse, you felt Daryl’s hand land on your forearm to tug you away from the man. You let him, despite the overwhelming need to knock Shane silly, your fists twitching at your sides and your irises burned with the flames of a thousand suns.
“I got ‘er. C’mon.” You heard your uncle say softly.
He led you back your camp where he sat you and him down on a rouge log.
“Ya can’t be getting’ into fights with him like that.” He scolded.
“He was treating me like I was some kid he could talk down to! Hell, even knocked my fuckin’ plate out of my hand like an immature asshole!” If there was one thing Daryl was sure of, it was that you were a Dixon, no matter how badly you tried to deny it, you had their hot-headedness and all, even down to his own preference cigarette brand.
“I can make ya some more. I jus’ don’ want ya getting’ hurt ‘cause I don’t trust Shane, not one bit, and I don’ know what he’ll do. Especially if me and Merle ain’ around.”
“It’s not like Merle would try and protect me anyways. If anything, he’d thank that bastard for getting rid of me. I’ve been nothing but a burden to him no matter how hard I try to separate myself away from him, from both you.” You spoke solemnly. Usually, you never spoke like this, but Daryl’s surprisingly soft words melted you like butter.
“You don’ need to separate yerself from me ‘cause yer not a burden, even if Merle can’t see that.”
There was a part of you that wanted to believe him, to find comfort in the callous redneck, and for a moment, you do, allowing yourself to lay your head on his shoulder.
“Merle is a dick, huh?” You ask with a small, watery laugh.
“Mhm.” He hummed, even though you knew it was one of approval.
idk if you’re comfortable with writing daryl having a love interest that is someone other than reader, but we’ve all seen the way daryl smiles when he’s around connie (i absolutely love them together oml) and i can’t stop thinking about reader (daryl’s adopted child) teasing him for the way his whole face lights up at the sight of her-
connie x daryl dixon // wc: 588.
۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | as much as i write x reader daryl fics, i absolutely love him and connie together and i'm fully convinced that they should've been canon!
You had never seen Daryl act the way he does around Connie with any other woman, and he's come across many of them in his lifetime, even during the apocalypse.
You knew the extent of his love, how familial he was, even going as far as taking you in when he had discovered you alone all those years ago, which felt like a lifetime ago.
As his daughter (technically), you had spent a lot of time around him, and as much as he wanted to keep you protected, he had you right next to him while he made important decisions, like his confidant.
So, it was easy to read his body language, the expressions on his face, and the look he gets in his eyes, the one that was soft, but it seemed as though there was a new one, one that was only reserved for Connie.
Maybe he hadn’t noticed that he was doing it, that any stern and grumpiness would melt away when she approached him, whipping out her trusty notepad in order to converse with him.
She didn’t know it, but many nights in your shared home, he’d have his nose buried in an American Sign Language book, constantly practicing the gestures and combinations, many of those he’d do with hands instead of trying to understand them mentally.
You didn’t want to give your old man too much shit for it, because you were happy for him, and you liked Connie, she was sweet, caring, and confident.
You could see how her, and your dad’s personalities could work together so well, you just wish he’d pull his head out of his ass to see it.
You knew he hadn’t noticed how many accommodations he made for her, like allowing her to hug him, trusting her to take care of dog, even to come and back him up whenever he needed it, hell, he barely smiled at anyone, but it was like he couldn’t help himself when she’d come around.
You’d smirk, shooting him a look from out of the corner of your eye before focusing back on your task at hand, but you knew his face was red with embarrassment at the fact that he’d been caught, especially by his own daughter, who – in his mind – he’d have to be strong for, when in reality you could care less about any of that gender role nonsense.
It was at the Commonwealth where you caught his eyes trailing Connie leaving after Kelly translated that she was once a reporter. There was fondness in his eyes, a smile on his lips as he watched her walk away.
“Real smooth, pops.” You said teasingly as you leaned up against one of the posts of the stands with your arms crossed.
“Shut up.” He said lightheartedly as red painted his aged cheeks.
“No need to be bashful, you guys would look cute together.” You watched his eyes widen.
“It ain’t like that.” He denied, even though his silent affections spoke otherwise.
“Oh, I’m sure it isn’t.” You said knowingly. “You should ask her to dance, I don’t think she’d say no,” You walked up to him in order to pat his shoulder lovingly, “You clean up good. You could be the beast to her beauty.” You added with a shit eating grin on your face.
You could hear him scoff a bit before a small shove was delivered to the back of your shoulder, sending you tumbling slightly, which only made you laugh and send him a backhanded wave.
sooo this is coming straight from my daydreaming lmao, but like imagine daryl and reader have a father-daughter relationship EXCEPT they got separated a bit before Negan arrives (maybe she left at the same time as Carol and Morgan or idk) and when he goes to the Hilltop, not only does he find Carol, but he finds the reader too and it’s just like a cute family reunion????
BEYOND THE ASHES ⋆ DD !
pairing. daryl dixon & teenage!reader
era. Season 7
wordcount. 1490
summary. after finding a new family, it was ripped away from you as fast as it came.
warnings. mentions of the saviors, negan is his own warning, season 7 spoiler warning, guns, emotional reunions, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort.
۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | it feels like i haven't written anything in so long omg, but i had this in my drafts and already halfway written, so i figured i'd just finish it and post it so you guys don't hungry LMFAO, even though this is another platonic!daryl fanfic.
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You were back to square one.
You don’t remember the last time that you had seen your found family, or your caretaker, Daryl, not ever since the prison fell. You weren’t as lucky as the others that may have broken off into groups.
You were all alone, forced to fend for yourself once again.
It felt like back in the beginning, when Daryl had found your makeshift camp. You had set up in an abandoned store, which led to him getting held at gunpoint by a child no older than thirteen.
“Aye kid, there ain’t no need for trouble.” The redneck said with his hands raised.
“You’re right, there doesn’t need to be,” You turned off the safety of the gun, keeping it steadily pointed up at his head. “So, get the fuck out of here.”
Well, your foul mouth had certainly caught him off guard.
He allowed his eyes to sweep along the empty shelves in front of him, taking in the decrepit conditions that he could only assume wasn’t a pleasant place to live in.
He had slowly begun to turn around and his gut was twisted at the sight of you. You had dirt and blood spattered all over your raggedy clothes that were tattered, littered throughout with sizeable holes. It didn’t matter that you had a gun pointed at him, there was something inside him – something fatherly – that wouldn’t allow him to leave a child behind, let alone someone as young as you.
“You alone?” He dared to ask. “What does it matter?” You bit back coldly. “I jus’ have a hard time believin’ you been alive this long without someone takin’ care of ya.” You scoffed, his seemingly demeaning question caused your finger to twitch against the gun, the trigger to be more precise.
“Where are your parents?” There was something that passed in your eyes, equivalent to sadness, grief, and irritation.
“They’re dead.” You had forced yourself to say, even though deep inside of you, you were still coping with the fact that you had lost your parents just two months before now.
There were so many things that you had to do on your own, like live alone and grow accustomed to being the one that used the gun, which was more your mother and father’s department.
“M'sorry to hear that.” He said sincerely, his voice softening. The random act of empathy caused the tension in your shoulders to release, but you still eyed him cautiously.
“It doesn’t matter anymore, just get whatever you’re going to get and go.” You weren’t going to lie; your arms were starting to hurt. “I know this is going’ta sound strange, but I got a group; men, women, children, a pregnant woman.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, “Who would be dumb enough to get pregnant during an apocalypse?” You couldn’t help but snort, “To me, that sounds like dead weight.”
“Ain’t all that bad. ‘Beats stayin’ in a place that smells like shit.” You laughed a bit at his words, which caused a grin to tug at the corner of his lips. “It does smell like shit.” You agreed.
There were a lot of things that you had grown to regret at such a young age but giving Daryl the benefit of the doubt was never one of them.
You should’ve thanked him, you supposed, to have allowed you to have a second chance at life. It wasn’t about survival anymore, even after you found the prison, after Lori died, after you had to fight the Governor for it. It seemed like life was going well… a little too well.
You knew that the Governor was out there somewhere, just waiting to enact his revenge, but even as that fear constantly breathed down your neck, you couldn’t find it within yourself to dwell on it. Maybe you should’ve, maybe if you had, you would still have your family… your dad.
Yes, you knew Daryl wasn’t your dad, but he was damn near the closest thing you’ve had to one in a long time.
He would always make sure you had a chance to be a kid, that he supplied you with whatever you wanted, either that be; comic books, actual books, board games, even going as far as to give you a fancy journal that you could “write all your teenager thoughts in or whatever.” You laughed at it then, but as you walked life alone once again, it became the only company you had, just you and your thoughts.
He would make sure that you had eaten, gotten enough sleep, helping you hunt and identify mushrooms and shit that you had laughed at then, which grew to be beneficial now. In a way, you felt like Daryl knew the Governor would strike once again, too.
Neither of you had never said you loved one another, but there was no need to verbalize it, not when his and your actions spoke louder than words.
You had lost count of the days sense then, but it may have been a year? Maybe a year and half since you had lost everything. Your body had shown signs of change, that your hair had grown longer, and you were taller, much more mature looking.
It wasn’t until you had met a man by the name of Morgan, who happened to stumble across you walking amongst the streets, not a clue of where you were going.
That’s what your days had dwindled down too recently, just walking, not sure of where you were going as you fought off the deep sadness in your heart. He had told you of a settlement he knew of that he could take you, one that was practically a utopia, ruled by a man named King Ezekiel.
You couldn’t believe it, but you didn’t have it in you to reject his request, just desperate to find a place to rest.
That’s when you found Carol, the woman living in a home a little while away. You had seen her walking out of what seemed to be an auditorium, even though it was referred to as Ezekiel’s throne room.
You had practically thrown yourself onto the woman when you saw her, crumbling in her arms as she still tried to get over the shock of you being alive. She ran her fingers through your hair with tears in her eyes as she studied you; you looked so much older, she wasn’t going to lie and say that it hadn’t freaked her out a little bit.
She had given you a rundown about the things that were happening as she allowed you to hunker down in her home, saying that she didn’t quite trust the Kingdom just yet to have you staying in one of the houses there.
You were told that the others were fine despite being under the new rule of a man named Negan who had killed Glenn and a man named Abraham. You were devastated to hear about Glenn, and what added icing on the shit cake you were being served, Daryl had been taken and no one knew if he was dead or alive.
It was safe to say you tried to silence your cries as you rested on her couch, knowing that the woman was trying to sleep in the next room over.
Earlier the next day, Ezekiel had visited the both of you, much to the older woman’s irritation, so when another knock was delivered to the door, Carol sent you a look, one that told you that it was your turn to open the door.
Your breath stopped, your heart dropping as you felt your knees grow weak. There Daryl stood, looking absolutely broken and worn down, the bags under his eyes a lot more apparent than usual as his own eyes widened.
“(y/n)?” He called out your name in disbelief. “Daryl!” You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder as you cried.
“Where- how- why?” He stuttered through his words. “I- I’ve been on my own… but- how are you here? I thought Negan had taken you.” He shuddered at the reminder. “He did but I got out.”
You had all but dragged him inside where Carol shared a tearful embrace with him as well. Carol left for the kitchen to make the three of you dinner, knowing that Daryl was undoubtedly hungry after living in the conditions that he was in for the past few days.
You and Daryl were sitting on the couch, with your legs pulled up to your chest, your caregiver’s eyes locked on the fire that burned brightly.
“Can’t believe how grown ya are.” Daryl remarked next to you.
“Remember when you were yea’high pointin’ a gun at my face.” You just snorted, “I’m not even going to lie, you look like shit.” You teased him back. He just scoffed and elbowed you light-heartedly.
