Since you said you were looking at requests could you please do something with Dom Daryl with overstimulation, breeding, and cockwarming? Maybe after the savior war trying to get pregnant or any later seasons Daryl? It’s almost 6:30 in the morning so those are just the prompts that came to me first, anything you write with them will be wonderful, thank you 🩷
If I get a Little Prettier, Can I be Your Baby?
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Setting: Alexandria (post Savior's War)
Warnings: Poorly written smut; p in v; cockwarming; forced orgasms; overstimulation; a hint of breeding, I guess?
A/N: This request has been sitting in my inbox for weeks. Gods, I am so sorry for making you wait! I'm even more sorry that I was all over the place with this so I hope it's just good at all. I tried, Anon! I promise!
“S’the matter? Thought ya wanted this?”
Daryl was sitting against the headboard, just as bare as you. You straddled his hips, stretched around his cock and had been for—well, you weren’t sure. He had kept you there, softening slightly every once in a while only to press a thumb against your swollen clit to quickly bring you to orgasm. Your convulsing walls brought him to fully hard within seconds. You’d lost count of how many times he’d done it, sometimes not even needing the stimulation. He would be throbbing with just as much need inside of you and still worked at you until you came, shuddering and whimpering his name like a mantra.
“Please, Daryl, I need—”
“Ya need to sit there ‘til I say diff’rent.” His voice was low, gravelly. Stern, even. You felt your cunt clench and his hips jerk. You were so sensitive, yet still craving him. He could work miracles with those fingers but being so full and stretched without feeling him drag along your inner walls was torture. He wasn’t cruel, never. There was a safe word in place, always, no matter who held the reins. Whether out of sheer stubbornness or overwhelming desire, neither of you had ever used it.
“Yes, sir.” You breathed. Your fingers were splayed over his stomach, his muscles twitching with each miniscule movement you made, though you tried to sit stone still.
The battle with the Saviors had been won. Negan was imprisoned. Alexandria was being rebuilt. Everyone was working together and there was, for at least the time being, a feeling of relative peace and safety. While you had never officially married, you had become Mrs. Dixon in every way except on paper, and that didn’t seem to matter much in those days. You and Daryl had talked about a family before, but always seemed to find some reason to deny yourselves. His worries of becoming his father, Wolves, Saviors, and of course, the dead. There was always something.
It wasn’t until Daryl had been locked in Negan’s cell that he came to realize that waiting was futile. The world would never be safe. If you wanted to have children with him, he loved you enough to travel that road with you. He’d love his children because they were a part of both of you.
This? This was the first session in what would be many “practice runs.” Or maybe one time would be all it would take.
“You’re bein’ such a good girl. Wanna cum for me again?” He smirked, tucking your hair behind your ear and letting that finger carve a trail down over your collarbone, circling your left breast before he pinched and rolled your nipple. You gasped and arched your chest toward him, making him hiss when your hips shifted.
“S—sorry, sir.” You gasped, breathing heavily from just that slight stimulation. If he fucked you now, you feared you’d cum so quickly that it’d be embarrassing. From the twinkle in his eye, it didn’t seem like you were going to have a choice. You let out a squeak as he flipped you to your back, never separating from you but punching a moan from you both with the slight friction.
“Think I’ve had enough’a toyin’ around. How ‘bout we get to work on puttin’ a baby in that belly?” Pressing his mouth to yours in a sloppy kiss, a dance of tongues and teeth, he hooked the back of your right knee over the crook of his elbow and rolled his hips. You pulled back from him, lest you bite his lip, which he’d honestly probably rather enjoy. Another deep thrust saw your hips rising to meet his. He didn’t stop you or reprimand you, so it was safe to say this was all about the endgame.
“Fuck, you feel good.” You whined with your nails scratching over his shoulders, red marks all the way to where you settled your hands on his ribs.
“Yeah?” He knew the answer, even if he did make the next snap of his hips a little rougher. Raising your head, you nuzzled your cheek against his and placed your mouth against his ear.
“Don’t hold back.” You whispered, licking the lobe and then the spot where his pulse raced. Daryl growled, letting your leg drop. When he reached up to grab the top of the headboard with one hand and then the other, you knew you were about to get absolutely ruined.
And couldn’t have been more turned on by the thought.
With a smirk of your own, you chose to let your legs fall open as wide as they could, almost to the point of painful. You were soon digging your nails right into his buttocks. It started with a cadence of rough snaps, his pelvic bone and the coarse hair above his cock slapping against your oversensitive clit. He chuckled above you, knowing exactly why you were making those sinful little noises. Your humiliatingly slick cunt squelched with each push and pull of his cock, only adding to the debauchery that could potentially be heard by the others in the house.
You only dug your fingers in harder, drawing up your knees but keeping your legs wide open. “Come on, Dixon.” You panted, biting back a cry when the next thrust made you see stars. “I thought you wanted to fuck a baby into me. Put in a little effort.”
It was that moment, you knew you had fucked up.
Daryl went motionless, looking down at you through that curtain of sweaty, dark hair. He had one brow arched. He never let go of the headboard but leaned down between his arms until he was nose to nose with you, the most deliciously wicked smirk lifting one corner of his mouth.
“Ya better hold on tight, Sunshine.”
The first thrust shunted you straight up to the headboard, one hand releasing its hold on his ass to slap palm down against the wood and protect the top of your head. And then he was absolutely ruthless. Fucking feral. He used his hold on the headboard as leverage and fucked you at a pace you’d never experienced. Soon, you had let go of him altogether, both palms planted firmly against the smooth surface above you. You couldn’t stop shouting long enough to even let him know you were cumming. Once, twice. A third sparking to life low in your belly. His grunts and groans above you were just fucking delectable and you distantly wished you could focus on the sounds your pussy was coaxing out of him but the feeling of him just absolutely splitting you in two took precedence.
“‘Nough effort for ya?” He panted, slowing only slightly, just enough for you to see him scanning you for any signs that you wanted to stop, that you needed to use the safeword. You scoffed at him. However, you couldn’t seem to speak, so close to yet another orgasm. You saw his grip loosen, knew he was getting concerned, so you communicated your consent by flattening your feet on the mattress and rolling your hips up to take him deeper, both of you groaning. He worked his way back to the same brutal pace, his cock swelling and twitching inside of you. He was close.
You were closer.
Drawing in enough breath, somehow assembling enough presence of mind, you moaned out “I’m—I’m close—Please—”
Daryl grunted, dropping down from the headboard with a hand on either side of your head. “Let go, Sunshine.” He commanded through gritted teeth. “Fuck, m’gonna cum.” You had just felt the first tendrils of pleasure rip from your core when he thrust twice more, stilling against you and holding himself deep with a guttural moan, his muscles spasming and body trembling. “Fuck!” You were too lost on whatever cloud he’d sent you to, your eyes rolled back and mouth agape. Your chest was arched into him until you felt the burn in your muscles suddenly dissipate and you collapsed to the mattress, his name falling from your lips like a mantra.
Daryl was still thrusting into you lazily, dragging out both of your orgasms until you just couldn’t take anymore and twisted your hips to the side with a whine. He let you lie down flat again before gently, slowly pulling out of you, barely moving himself over before he collapsed into a trembling heap. You could feel his cum leaking out of you, burning as it slid across the flesh of your abused cunt.
It never failed that no matter how fucked out he was himself, your well-being came first. Rolling his head toward you, he gave you a once over. “Y’alright? Did I hurtcha? Ya didn’t say—”
“I’m so good that I don’t think I’m ever coming back down to earth, thanks.” You blinked lazily at the ceiling before turning your head, letting it lull toward him to meet his eyes with a lopsided smile. “My god, Daryl Dixon, you just rocked my world.”
God, you loved it when he blushed. He could be an absolute beast in bed—as he had just proven—and then go red as a tomato—as he currently was. Licking his lips slowly, he turned to admire the ceiling at the same time you did.
“I’ll get up in a minute an’ get us cleaned up.” He was finally starting to sound like he had found his lungs and put them back in their rightful place. You lazily waved a hand. “Are ya really alright?”
You nodded, smiling stupidly once again. “I may not walk right for a few days.” You moved with a wince. “In fact, when you get up to get that towel, can you grab me a wheelchair? I think you dislocated my vagina.”
Daryl, of course, looked mortified.
“Oh, come on. I’m fine. Just a little sore.” Propping up on your elbows, you grinned at him. “Besides, payback’s a bitch and next time, it’s my turn.” He mumbled christ under his breath and rolled off the bed, staggering toward the bathroom while you stared intently at the perfect round of his ass. “I’ll find the blindfold and handcuffs tomorrow!”
can i please request daryl dixon x reader set during the commonwealth era?
perhaps reader goes missing and carol and daryl go looking and when she’s found, they’re checking over her and “is that- a boot print?” on her back or something.
just bruised and her face is swollen too.
reader trying to remember what happened and being sad/frustrated that she can’t and daryl having to console her
I Get Knocked Down
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader (No use of Y/N)
TW: Violence, Flashbacks, Protective!Daryl
A/N. Hi Anon! It's been a while since I've seen the commonwealth era, and its one of the parts I haven't re-watched so I hope this does your request some amount of justice.
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He shouldn’t have let her go, he tells himself through shallow breaths and panic, but it’s not like he’s stopped her doing anything the whole time they’ve been together; she’s gotten herself out of enough scrapes without his help for him to know how capable she is, so why would he have stopped her going for a walk to clear her head? It doesn’t help, because sure she doesn’t need him to protect her, but he blames himself for failing at it every time she so much as gets a scratch. It’s a horrifying, yet accurate look into his psyche.
Twelve hours. She’s been out for twelve hours, so he’s been filled with dread for roughly ten hours and forty-eight minutes, maybe forty-nine if he’s honest with himself. A walk, she’d said, just for some fresh air, his nature girl had said, his partner who’d never been at home within walls for too long, his love who’d been a barefoot hippie before everything went down, his wife who was gone for hours at a time when she’d found a good tree or a decent field, but she’d never, not ever vanish on him.
He sits at the kitchen table, perched on the uncomfortable chair he always insists on taking, so that she can have the comfortable one; the one she takes if she wakes first because she insists on the same for him. They’re two sides of the same, overly protective creature. He doesn’t the deserve comfort of the good chair right now.
She used to talk about a cabin, trace her thumb along his knuckles whilst talking about a wraparound porch. A little, quaint home near a lake with a scruffy dog and normal jobs, a dream of a life with him like she knew, without question, he’d have found her if the world never went to shit. The new apartment here is better than their old one, but their old one was better than the prison and the prison was better than out in the open.
He’d have been happy living in a shoebox in a highway in any world as long as he was with her, and now…for reasons he doesn’t know, he can’t find her at all.
He’d been out all night with Carol, listening to her continued insistence that they’d find her, trying not to listen when she insisted if anyone could, he could. They’d checked each gate, asked each guard, scoured past the slum apartments and the fancy houses, come up empty. Carol had taken the east side, searched through the hospital and the recreation ground, only to find nothing. Daryl had taken the square, starting at the library she loves so much and working his way, franticly, around the market. It was only Carols warm, consoling voice that made him return home when he wanted to fight his way through the gates to the outside. If she’d come home, he’d need to be there. So he sits, on the uncomfortable chair, failing at finding her and failing at giving her comfort and failing and failing and failing.
A loud, harsh knock on the door startles him out of his self-deprecation. It sounds again before he’s even left the kitchen. He moves slower these days, but he’s at the door and face to face with an out of breath Carol before he’s formed any coherent thoughts.
“I found her” She pants, forgoing her usual consideration for his hesitance around touch to grab his arm and squeeze. The look on his face must worry her, because she immediately adds “she’s alive”
“Stay ‘ere” He nods at Dog, who removes himself from Daryl’s side to hop up onto the couch, eyes finding Daryl the second he’s in his spot, forever obedient and loyal. Dog is more human than humans, these days.
He follows Carols quick pace, limp in his leg be damned, until they reach the back of the fire station. The grubby alleyway he’d already checked. He’s sure he already checked. Anxious blue eyes scan the alley for any sign of, well anything but she’s the only evidence of a struggle. She’s slumped against the wood fence, swollen and bloody, shivering without the jumper she’d taken with her the night before.
He's kneeling at her side before he’s registered he’s moved, hands hovering worriedly, afraid of hurting her. She murmurs but doesn’t open her eyes. Shallow, strained breaths match his own.
“is that- a boot print?” Carol asked, voice an octave lower than usual as she lifts the younger woman’s shirt up to reveal the horrible marked on her torso. His head snaps down so fast he’d have heard it click if he wasn’t so suddenly focused on the purple and yellow and painful bruise.
“Lemme see” He insists, gravelled voice low and sure. Carol lets go of the fabric gently, eyes flicking between the discoloured mark and Daryl’s face. His tenderness, his care, his concern comes as a shock to many people, but it never has to Carol. He’d go to the ends of the earth for the people he loves, burn it all to hell for the woman he loves, and Carol would be right there next to him as they tore the world down. It is no surprise that her heart breaks for the archer as his trembling fingers graze the distinct imprints of the sole of a boot whilst he checks her over.
She whimpers, trying to curl in on herself through the pain, bloodied fingers coming up to grip his bicep, seeking him out even if she’s unaware of it.
“’s okay, ’m here”
She looks up at him, flicks her unsteady gaze up to his face. He sees her blood-stained face and tear brimmed eyes clearly now. Her swollen split lip that trembles as her grip loosens. He’s so angry, so close to bursting with all consuming ire he can feel his hands shaking from it as he draws them away from her battered torso. He tries to keep it off his face when he looks at her, knows he’s failing as he feels it thrumming so heavily under his skin. Carol looks down at her once more, nodding at Daryl to pick her up now they know there’s no internal bleeding, now they know there’s no broken bones.
He should take her to the hospital, he knows he should, but she hasn’t been comfortable with the one here, hasn’t really been comfortable with a doctor since Denise, and whilst she likes Theo as a person, she’d never forgive Daryl if she woke up in a hospital and wasn’t on the brink of death. So, he carries her home, ignoring how fragile she feels in his arms.
He sets her up in their bed, hovering in the doorway every ten minutes until it looks like she’s stirring awake. It must have been at least a few hours, He picks at the skin of his thumb as he watches her slowly open her eyes, flexing her fingers against the warm fur of his beloved pup. There’s a brief moment of panic before she focuses on him, calming instantly in a way that would warm his heart in any other situation.
Dog grumbles when Daryl asks him to move, whether refusing to leave her side or the comfortable mattress Daryl isn’t sure. For an animal who lived in the woods at the end of the world, dog does a remarkable imitation of a pampered house pet and he’s grown accustomed to a plush surface alarmingly fast. Still, the canine moves, dragging himself off the side of bed to stand guard by the bedroom door.
Glass of water in hand, he tries not to jostle the bed too much as he sits, watching her wince as she tries to sit up a little.
“Hey” she rasps, coughing around a sandpaper dry throat. Her vision is blurred in one eye and the side of her waist hurts like a son of a bitch, but Daryl is warm next to her, worried eyes and tense shoulders but there.
“Ya gotta take a sip, Honey” his voice is low as he proffers the glass of cold water to her lips until she makes contact, swallowing heavily around a small gulp of it “There ya go, attagirl” he praises, a skill he has long since mastered.
“Thank you”
“Scared th’ shit outta me”
She sits taller suddenly, waving off his touch when her pained gasp ends in his large, firm, always reassuring hands hover above her. There’s a tinge of panic to her now clearer voice.
“Where are the kids?”
“Carol has ‘em”
“Are they okay? Are you okay?”
“…Yeah” he responds slowly, eyebrow raised in concern at her questions “Ya don’t remember what happened?”
She turns her head to the side like Dog does when he’s trying to understand what human language is. She could laugh at the fact her neck doesn’t hurt, thanks a god she doesn’t believe in for small, humorous mercies; I’m battered and bruised, but my neck is fine and Daryl Dixon is in my bed so take that world, I fight another day. She thinks hard, tries to recall anything.
“I was going for a walk?”
“Ya vanished, looked all night f’ ya, Carol found ya in th’ alley”
Her mouth forms a small, silent ‘oh’. She doesn’t remember an alleyway, doesn’t remember seeing Carol, though she knows Daryl wouldn’t lie to her. He never does about anything but his wellbeing.
“D’ya remember anythin’ else?”
She strains her mind, pictures herself walking about of their apartment, the fresh air hitting her face. A fist coming at her face, a metal wall, pain in her cheek, the kids eating breakfast no wait that can’t be right, a heavy shoe coming at her body, dog running around the park, pain everywhere.
“I can’t…I don’t…sorry” Lip wobbling, she lets out a frustrated sob, scared and confused and worried that her mind has betrayed her. He shushes her.
“S’alright, I ain’t mad at ya”
She’s letting the tears fall freely now, ignoring the way the salt stings her cut lip and focusing on the way his palm is running soothingly along her spine, the scent of cigarettes and musk.
"S'alright, I got ya"
There will be more time, for thinking, for remembering. There will be plenty of time because he won’t go anywhere, will never leave her and nobody can know anything in the damn apocalypse, but he knows they have time; he’ll stand at the gates of heaven or hell and refuse when his time is up, because he’ll always need more. he’ll When she remembers, because Daryl absolutely refuses to acknowledge that she might not, when she remembers, Carol beside him, Daryl Dixon is going to war.
Could you possibly do a moodboard or fic of young!daryl x reader and its their senior prom plss
Prom w/ Daryl Dixon - moodboard and blurb
a/n - absolutely. living through this since i didn’t get a prom </3 (went for a late 90’s vibe since that’s when prom was most aesthetic)
warnings- slightly angsty, mentions of daryl’s father and merle, fluffy, intentional lowercase
it would be hard to convince daryl to go to prom, but after thrifting an old black suit and some chunky metal rings, he would reluctantly agree to go.
you’d bring him over to your place since you knew his dad and merle would be at his home; fresh bruises wouldn’t match his suit and being mocked by merle would convince daryl that prom wasn’t made for guys like him.
he would be standing in your mirror, pulling at the slightly itchy neckline of the old suit, when you walk into frame wearing a dress that he could only describe as ethereal.
“i picked it ‘cause it matches your eyes,” you say while blushing and looking at the floor, “do you like it?”
he turns from the mirror and smiles one of his rare, genuine smiles, “ya look beautiful.”
the rest of the night is spent dancing to songs that neither of you liked, and stealing kisses any chance you could get.
neither of you won prom king or queen, but you expected that.
after prom, eating at a cheap 24 hour diner that had only 2 employees, you pull a plastic crown out of your bag. “saw this at the thrift store and had to get it for you,” you say while plopping it on his head, “had to let you know that you’re my prom king.”
he blushes and chuckles at you. “stop.”
you both fall asleep together that night with smiles on your faces.
May I request #2 and #18 with Daryl pretty please?
(Some Daryl whump if you’re feeling especially generous <3 )
Title: All I'm living for
Pairing: Daryl x female reader
Summary: Just when you finally got the man you wanted, another surprise could threaten your relationship, especially when a herd of walkers is almost at your door step.
Setting: Alexandria (between season 8 and 9)
Warnings: talk of pregnancy and motherhood, anxiety, crying, slightly suggestive, angst and fluff.
Word count: 4k
Prompts: "I'm pregnant ok, that's why I don't want to go on runs and that's why I've been avoiding you." "You can't be serious, that's suicide!"
A/N: I have never done hurt/comfort before, so I hope I've done it well. I did try to condense this one, only to end up making it longer haha. Enjoy!
The feeling of careful eyes on you, suspicious, narrowed and unwavering, and you knew just who they belonged to. Without even looking you knew, you knew he was trying to read you and you also knew you were not making it easy.
You and Daryl had shared a different kind of connection from the very first day you met, one so deep you were aware of the others presence before coming into view. The electricity that charged a room the two of you were in was undeniable. You'd had your time of pretending not to notice, that was…until terminus. You will never forget reuniting with him outside of their captive walls, the sheer relief to have him in front of you, holding him in your arms as he squeezed you in return.
It was then you could no longer lie to yourself about how you felt. Lying to him, however, was surprisingly easy while you lived on the road, constantly moving from place to place, you hadn't had a moment to breathe let alone relax enough to think about it.
Until Alexandria.
Then you spent too much time thinking. Overthinking. The timing was never right, or his mood never seemed to fit, or sometimes you just couldn't face the thought of rejection and losing his friendship in the process.
Then came the saviours.
That's when everything changed, you no longer cared about being embarrassed or unrequited feelings.
When he was captured by Negan you were filled with regret and it was all consuming. If only he'd known how I felt about him. If only I'd told him before this.
When he returned, he was a different person. It took a long while for him to open up to you and tell you his story. He needed time, that much was obvious but in this world we didn't have the luxury of that before something else needed our attention or our fight.
You'd confessed one night, when you found him asleep in his basement room having a traumatic nightmare. His body jolted and his face contorted in pain, it hurt your heart in ways you couldn't even describe, in ways you didn't even think possible. He whispered your name and your hands were on him, gently stroking to rouse him from his horror.
He'd awoken with a start, eyes darting to all the dark corners in the room, reaching for his knife when he saw your silhouette.
"Daryl, it's just me." You said, hands up as you stepped into the moonlight seeping in through his small window.
His fright dissipated as he dropped the knife; clattering against the wooden floor. The tears in his eyes had you closing the space between you and wrapping him in your arms, he clung to you while he cried.
That was the night you could no longer keep the words inside you.
His response had told you everything. He made love to you that night, drawing his name from your lips numerous times until the yellow of the sun streamed through his window.
Since then, passionate kisses and delicate caresses only when you were alone, along with whispered words you'd only dreamt of…until a week ago.
You'd been off, that much was obvious to everyone in Alexandria. Knowing Daryl, he was probably obsessing over what he'd said or done to upset you, you could practically see it ticking over in his mind constantly and it killed you. Knowing it was you making him feel that way, knowing you were making him doubt himself, something he definitely didn't need any more help with but right now, you couldn't get out of your own anxiety; you couldn't see past it, as selfish as it was.
The constant feeling of wading through mud, everything seemed harder and your mind felt slower than ever, you were drowning in it and nobody could pull you out of it. Especially Daryl and that was a first. He was the person you spoke to about everything but this…something this big and you couldn't bring yourself to tell him.
Making the mistake of glancing over at the group discussing the herd of walkers travelling in this direction, only to meet his gaze and for a moment, you see a flash of hope in his eyes as he straightens up, rigid on his seat on the steps of the porch of your shared house.
Your body flinches but you force a smile as you look away again.
"Hey," a voice sounds behind you, making you jump.
Looking over your shoulder as you continue sharpening your knives, you're met with Aaron's sincere and concerned face.
"Hey." You reply weakly, head down and focus back down on your task, relishing in the high pitched scratch the blade makes against your stone.
He slowly squats down next to you making avoiding his questioning gaze now impossible. "What's going on?"
You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, the tears pricked the corners of your eyes, making your vision blurred but you stayed attentive to your knives. "Nothing."
Sighing he placed a gentle hand on your leg, the notion a comfort you didn't want, knowing you would crumble right here in front of everyone. "You're not fooling me, I know you and I know when there's something troubling you," his thumb rubs small circles on your thigh, in his usual caring manner. "why don't you come over to my place and we can talk? And whatever it is, I'll be here to support you however I can."
A lone tear fell onto your lap as you were careful to keep your eyes down. Aaron must have noticed as he gently took your hand in his and pulled you up discreetly, leading you towards his house.
You were closest with Aaron, second to Daryl, he was someone you trusted with your life but this wasn't just about you. How could you share this with him when you haven't spoken to the one person who needs to hear it the most?
As soon as your back’s turned to Daryl and the rest of your group, you swipe at the warm tear that escaped, leaving a wet trail down your cheek in its wake.
Sitting in Aaron's house, leaning back into the couch and feeling yourself relax slightly from the familiar comfort, worry evident in his eyes as he took the seat opposite you. "What's going on?"
Chewing your bottom lip, debating where to even start, not sure you can even find the words to explain how you feel. You're more than aware of how you should feel rather than how you do and yet, here you are, unable to even understand this pit that has formed, weighted and heavy inside you.
"Is it Daryl? Did something happen between you two?"
You swallow the nervous dry patch scratching away at the back of your throat. "You could say that," mumbling in response.
Leaning forward, arms resting on his knees, eager to hear what's on your mind. "Did you tell him how you feel?"
You could see it, the excitement blooming under the surface that he was trying so hard to keep restrained and to put him out of his misery by nodding in response.
"And?" His eyes wide with eagerness, almost cartoon like and under any other circumstances you would have laughed. "Did he upset you?"
Letting out an amused sigh as the idea was ridiculous in itself. "No, far from it."
He smiled, seeming satisfied and leaning back against the chair. "Didn't I tell you he had feelings for you? You two are made for eachother."
He registered your watering eyes and immediately joined you on the sofa, taking both your hands in his, waiting patiently for you to continue.
You swallow the nerves you feel rising in your throat like bile, burning your insides as they creep upwards.
"It's me, I'm messing things up, not Daryl."
The tears fall freely now, unable to ebb the steady stream down your face. "He's amazing and I don't deserve him for how I'm making him feel right now."
He rubs your back softly as you speak through your sobs. Regaining some ounce of your control in order to choke out the words that made you want to vomit. "I–," your stomach lurched at the thought of even saying those words. "I–," you sat up straighter assessing the churning of your stomach.
"I think I'm gonna be sick." Your hand went straight to your mouth as Aaron managed to hand you a bin before your breakfast came up and out of you, your stomach pulling, retching until there was nothing left to bring up.
You hadn't noticed you were alone until Aaron walked back in with some tissues and a glass of water, to which you down greedily, feeling a thirst like never before.
Kneeling down in front of you rubbing your arms, he looks you over. "Are you…are you pregnant?"
You nod, gently pushing the bin with your foot, wanting it as far away from you as your leg could reach before it had a chance to turn your stomach again.
"Have you told Daryl?"
There it was, the loaded question you couldn't face. Your eyes met his; guilt and desperation radiating from them, telling him the answer before you had a chance to speak.
"Why not?" He frowned, sliding closer to you, holding your knees. It wasn't lost on you how he knew you responded best to touch. It made you feel safe and that was what you needed to open up.
Shrugging, not really knowing yourself and painfully aware of the cop out response you were giving. "I'm scared."
"Listen, Daryl would be a great father and–,"
"I'm not scared of that." You almost scoff, the idea of him being anything other than that is absolutely preposterous. "I know he'd want this baby, and I know he'd be an amazing father."
You stop, taking a shaky breath, pulling the courage from inside you to speak the truth, "I'm scared of bringing a baby into a world like this, of being terrified all the time that something will happen to it, of being so afraid if something happens to me or Daryl and where will that leave the baby. People die all the time now. Look at Glenn and Abraham, Sasha…Carl. What if we come across another group like the saviours. What if I can't protect this baby?" Another pause and when you next speak your voice comes out like a haunting whisper, "what if I'm an awful mother?"
You can't help but stand, pacing across the room as thoughts race into your head. Some old offenders and new. Your hands find anchorage in your hair as if that will stop your head pounding with unanswered questions.
"How can I fight walkers off with a screaming baby? You can't, it just goes against everything nature is throwing at us right now. I don't want to go out on runs, I don't want to leave these walls because it's not safe enough, how am I supposed to be useful anymore?"
Your feet finally find pause as your eyes search Aaron's face, pleading for some kind of resolution of all your worries.
He takes a few tentative steps towards you. "And you're worried you'd be a bad mother?"
Taking both your hands in his, he gives them a gentle squeeze. "You're already protecting this baby, you're already being her mother."
That silenced your wild thoughts for a moment. Every decision you've made recently was putting this baby at the forefront of your mind, even if that meant letting others down, that didn't matter anymore, only the safety of your baby and yet, you've failed to realise that until now.
While you processed his words, something else stood out to you. "Her?"
He smiled, "I can just picture Daryl as a girl dad, that's all."
Your heart swelled in your chest, fit to burst at the image of Daryl holding a little mini you. A little girl with your hair and his eyes. The scene flickered behind your eyelids like a movie, him smiling down at her while holding her tiny body, making his hands seem even bigger. As a child, teaching her how to track and hunt but letting her put makeup on him or play dolls with her. Then, as a teenager, dealing with hormones and mood swings and trying to fiercely protect her from heartbreak. The image had excitement blooming inside you.
"Listen to me," Aaron grew serious again, "it's terrifying, I know. I'm scared for Gracie constantly and she's not even biologically mine. But when I come home to her and she's safe, that's all that matters."
Aaron had taken to fatherhood like a duck to water, even whilst grieving for the loss of his beloved…Eric.
"And look at our family here," he continued, "…they are always there to help and support me since Eric…" he trailed off and your heart panged for the sadness in his eyes, forcing a smile he continued. "Look how you are with Gracie and Judith, you protect them so fiercely, I know there isn't anything you wouldn't do for them."
You'd die to keep them safe, without question, like many others in your family would too. The support system you were lucky enough to have was incredible.
Suddenly, you stood here feeling rather foolish. Here this man in front of you was raising a baby on his own after the tragic death of his partner and here you are with the man you've wanted for years, ready and willing in front of you, plus the gift of his baby but almost throwing it all away. And for what? Because you're scared. God, you wanted to slap yourself and tell yourself to grow up.
You have everything most people want in life and yet, you're over here crying and worrying about things that you can't really change, a world you have no choice but to make the best out of, instead of being with the man you love and sharing this happy news with him.
You had the opportunity to be a complete family unit, how many people in this world got the chance at that?
Aarons eyes locked with yours, his wide and full of meaning, "Whether you realise it or not, you're already a mother."
Those words made your heart pound violently in your chest with purpose and validation.
He was right.
You felt a lot brighter about this unexpected pathway your life had now taken and ready for the next step of talking to Daryl.
With a freshly splashed face you returned to the house you shared with some of your family members, Daryl's eyes on you instantly, chewing his lip as he anxiously played with his pocket knife.
Rick glanced round at you, a solemn look on his face you'd come to know well.
"Just the person I was waiting for," he put an arm around your shoulder as you joined them. "Listen, I need your help, we've got a herd coming our way, the biggest yet."
All previous positivity diminished hearing those words. You knew you would all have a part to play in keeping Alexandria safe, the cost was unavoidable but who would be the one to pay the most?
"We have a plan…"
You looked up at him sensing what he wasn't yet saying, "but?"
A slight grimace contorted his face, "but, you're not gonna like it."
You couldn't help your eyes rolling, wishing he would just get to the point. The anticipation was too much to bear, especially with your stomach churning again, through nerves or nausea you weren't sure. "Spill it."
He informs you of his plan. He had men out there building barriers ready and hoping their faith in Rick wasn't misled.
Who was staying behind to fight them off at the gate? Who was going outside the walls to try and keep them in formation- you apparently? And who was going to try and lure them away? You knew the answer to the latter before the words had left Rick's mouth. Anxiety and anger bubbling and ready to erupt at any moment.
"Daryl's got the bike, he's offered to lead them away, as many miles as he can get them before turning round and coming back."
Your head shot over in his direction.
"You can't be serious, that's suicide!" Your voice was loud enough that it shocked even you.
Daryl's eyes were on you, a hint of relief before he concealed them to his usual blank glare.
"Ain't nuthin I ain't done before." He mumbled.
"Why do you have to do it alone? What if something happens to the bike? With all of them following you?" You were tense, your body coiled ready to spring into protect mode for him.
His response to shrug infuriated you fiercely, lighting a fire in your belly, something that must have been obvious as Rick's arm around you dropped and he gave you some much needed space.
"Can I talk to you?" You directed at Daryl, sharply. "In private."
You stormed up the stairs of the house, hearing his slow footsteps follow behind and stomped down to his basement room, less chance of being heard in there.
"So now you wanna talk to me, huh?" He says kicking the shut behind him. "This what I have to do, to get your attention?"
Guilt stabbed you in the gut, nausea rearing its ugly head again but you pushed it aside needing to be brave and needing to do the right thing.
"I'm sorry." You started with simply, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes as he took a step towards you. "I'm sorry I've been…off. I was too in my head and too scared to talk to you about it because once I did then it would be real."
He looked down at his feet, face hiding behind his messy bangs, nervously chewing his lip, a sight that made you want to grab him in your arms and never let him go. "If ya changed ya mind 'bout us, it's fine, I get it."
You froze, heart aching that that was his first conclusion, before closing the distance, cupping his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you. "My feelings for you will never change, Daryl Dixon, don't you dare suggest otherwise."
He nods timidly, fighting a small smile before his brow furrows. "Have I upset ya?"
Shaking your head. "No. You haven't done anything wrong."
"Then why ain't yer spoke to me all week? Yer ain't been near me or wanted me near yer."
The tears pricked your eyes, feeling like the worst person in the world for making him feel this way. He did not deserve this, he was the last person to deserve to feel like that.
"I'm pregnant ok, that's why I don't want to go on runs and that's why I've been avoiding you." You blurted out quickly before you had the chance to be distracted or interrupted.
His eyes popped as his frame stood frozen, unwavering and silent.
"I was scared," you continued, attempting to ease the shock. "and I didn't know how to tell you. It's all happened so fast." You sighed, the weight of the world removing itself from your tired shoulders. "I'm sorry for making you feel like it was something you'd done."
His hands came up to either side of your face, gently holding you in place, thumbs softly stroking your cheeks. "Are yer sure?"
You nod, eyes moving back and forth between his, "I found a pregnancy test from one of the stores on our last run and did it as soon as I got back."
Watching the light of sheer happiness in his gaze illuminate his entire face made you exasperated with yourself for neglecting to tell him this long. How could you ever not want this man?
His hands still cradling your face pulled you close and his mouth was on yours, gentle yet urgent, with one arm wound around your waist holding you close, bodies pressed up against each other.
You had missed his hands on you, the warmth he radiated and his body close to yours. Heart hammering wildly, drumming against your ribcage so hard you were sure it was trying to escape to join Daryl's as one.
Breaking away only to catch your breath, foreheads still touching, your hands found their way around his neck, keeping him as close to you as you could.
"'m gonna be a dad." He said quietly, a heart wrenching smile stretching across his face, a rare sight that you bathed in when it was present.
"You're going to be the best daddy."
You knew hearing that meant more to him than anything else due to his relationship with his own father.
His eyes sparkled as his gaze clicked with yours again, the intensity of it making you weak in the knees.
"I love yer."
Breathing hitching, heart fluttering hearing those words from him for the first time, even though you knew it, it had never been uttered out loud.
"Now, how are you gonna tell me something like that when we have urgent work to do," you stroked a finger down his face, relishing the way his body shivered in reaction, "and I can't make love to you exactly the way I want to."
He kissed you again more fiercely, growling as his mouth explored yours like a starved wild man.
"I'm yours as soon as I'm back." He rasped.
Reality came crashing down on you then, hitting you like a ton of bricks, suffocating you under their weight. "You're not doing this alone. I mean it, this time."
He nodded. "Fine, but ya ain't coming. I need yer here, behind these walls, keeping our baby safe."
You're about to put up a fight but nod, knowing it's pointless to argue with him. Besides, he wouldn't be able to focus on his job if he was worrying about you.
You would do what you could behind these walls unless it was vital.
You both head out onto the porch with the others, while Daryl goes over to Rick you take a seat on the steps next to Rosita, who mouths, "you ok?" Nodding and smiling in return, you squeeze the hand she puts atop yours.
Watching as Daryl whispers to Rick, his eyes meet yours with a flash of surprise followed by warmth, before composing himself somewhat. Clasping Daryl's shoulder before pulling him into a quick hug and turning back to the group.
Rosita turns in your direction but you ignore it and keep your eyes on Rick.
"Alright, I need someone to take a car and help Daryl lead the walkers away?" Rick asked, turning back towards you all.
"I'll do it." Aaron's arm shoots up and instant relief washes through you. The two people you trust the most helping each other out there, you felt much more comfortable about the situation now and didn't feel as sick knowing they would be out there together.
Rick calls your name, regaining your attention. "You'll be here on the wall with Gabriel, you're the best shooters we have. Do what you can from here to hold our walls."
You nod in agreement, before everyone breaks away to start getting ready.
Daryl's by your side in an instant, arm winding around your waist and pulling you to him. Your arms make their way around his neck as you memorise his face, every line, scar and curve.
"I'll be back soon, ok?" He says quietly.
"Make sure you are." Standing on your tiptoes you kiss him passionately, relishing the way he tastes against your mouth, not caring that your family were watching.
"I love you." You whisper against his lips.
His answering smile makes your stomach flutter as he gives you one last kiss on the forehead before heading over to his bike.
"Stay safe." You call out, hands clasped tensilly together in front of you.
"Always." He replied, turning around to face you and walking backwards. "Make sure you stay safe!"
You lifted two fingers up and crossed them over each other, making that silent promise to him, one you would do your all to keep.
A hand squeezed your shoulder and when you saw Aaron's face next to you another pang of sadness and anxiety pulled your heart strings.
"Stay safe, and thank you for going with him." You whispered as he pulled you into a hug.
"We'll both be home soon." His gaze turned serious as he held you firmly in front of him, "be careful."
He heads off towards the car, returning your attention to Daryl, who's mounted his bike and whose eyes are already on you. His stare fierce and yet loving, the way that man was capable of conveying everything he needed to in just one look never failed to surprise you.
A lump the size of a golf ball sat in your throat as you watched him start the engine, giving one last look back at you before he begrudgingly lifts his foot off the ground and let the bike take him. You watch the wings on his back carry him off until the gate closes.
Your chest felt empty, a giant hole still beating but with nothing inside, until he returns, bringing your heart back with him.
Daryl helping the reader fall asleep or helping when she’s injured if ur up for that? thank u!! 💗
eeeee this was a fun one to write, thank you for such a sweet request! i imagine this to be set somewhere between season 2 and 3? like when they were on the road?
Pairing: Daryl Dixon / fem!reader
Warnings: none unless we count Daryl being a lil cutie
Word Count: 739
It had been a difficult couple of weeks. With no food, limited water and morale at an all time low, it was safe to say that the group was struggling.
There was only one thing keeping you going: the man hovering in your general vicinity, always keeping you in his line of sight, always with one hand resting on his crossbow.
“Come on, girl,” he huffed, his shoulder brushing yours as he matched your stride.
It had been a long, stressful day with absolutely zero chances to even think about taking a break, but Daryl’s gentle nature (with you, at least) made you feel as though you’d been walking for no time at all. He nudged you again, nodding his head towards what you could only describe as safety. There were actual buildings, with actual windows and actual doors.
The sun had long since set, yet you had only just managed to find somewhere to spend the night - a small, secure house on the very edge of what was a formerly-quaint town with, thankfully, no walkers lurking in the shadows.
You sighed in relief as your backpack fell to the floor, sliding your back down the wall until you reached the floor. Looking up, you saw the hint of a smirk on Daryl’s face as he tossed his bags onto the hardwood beside yours.
The group had dispersed into separate parts of the house, presumably raiding any and all cupboards, leaving you and Daryl alone to settle into the living room. Daryl wasted no time, finally loosening his grip on his crossbow and placing it on the ground. He quickly began to rummage through the piles of miscellaneous things of the past in the middle of the room.
“What ‘you looking for?” you hum.
“Nothin’ in particular,” he said, not looking up at you as he continued his search.
“Alrighty, then,” you laughed, shimmying yourself across the floor and closer to your bags.
You had wrestled a couple of your blankets out of your backpack when you heard a satisfied ‘huh’ from across the room. Glancing upwards, you see his fingers wrapped around a palm sized silver box.
His footsteps were silent as he walked back towards you, scooting himself into the gap between you and your backpack. Holding his hand out for you to see, you finally recognise the mystery item that he had plucked from the ground.
“Vintage,” you chuckled, giving him a smirk as you gently took the Walkman from his hand.
“Merle stole one of these from some chick at a bar,” he smiled, shaking his head. “I was so fuckin’ jealous.”
You smiled as you unwrapped the shitty, plastic earphones from around the device. Prying it open, you finally got to see what you’d be listening to until the walkman inevitably breaks.
“Phil Collins? Come on, man,” Daryl sighed, kicking his foot against the ground.
“What were you hoping for?” you teased. “A little bit of Kylie Minogue?”
“Kill me now,” he sighed again, shaking his head.
You hold out one of the earphones, leaving him with no choice but to tuck it into his ear.
“I hate you,” he whispered, still slowly shaking his head.
“You love Phil Collins, don’t lie,” you chuckled, raising your eyebrows at him. “Besides, this is a fantastic album,” you said, finally getting the tape player to function. “Face Value, baby.”
Daryl could only smile in response as the sounds of In The Air Tonight filled his ears. You began to settle against the wall as you put your earphone in your ear. The two of you remained in a comfortable silence throughout the song’s entirety, although the air between you started to change as Daryl listened intently to Phil’s words in This Must Be Love.
“I remember you sayin’ listenin’ to music helps you sleep. ‘Figured a house full of junk must have something useful to ‘ya.”
You couldn’t fight the blush that had quickly rushed to your cheeks, and evidently you couldn’t hide it either as you heard a soft exhale of breath escape Daryl’s lips.
“You’re too sweet, Daryl,” you smiled, pulling one of your blankets over his legs.
You moved to rest your head on his shoulder, his arm worming its way between your back and the wall for his hand to settle on your side. You felt your eyes begin to shut, slowly, as you lean further into Daryl’s side.
“Only for you.”
i hope you enjoyed this! if so, please comment/reblog, i'd appreciate it a lot <33
Could you please write and Alpha!Daryl Dixon and him finding out that teh Omega!Reader is his truemate? Fluffy and smutty please?
Hi Anon!!
Did you say Alpha!Daryl? Hell yeah!! I'm in!!
I hope you don't mind if I use Daryl from season 2-3 I love him so much and I think he is perfect for a quite dominant Alpha but at the same time soft and protective. And I miss this Daryl if I have to be honest🤭🤭
You're always on his mind. Even if he doesn't try, there is always some thought in his mind for you. He can't understand why. You aren't special. You're no different than the other women in the group.
Yet your scent always gives him goosebumps.
Since he arrived with his brother Mel to the Atlanta group, something was different with you. Several male Alphas predominated who soon made their place in the group clear, Merle and Daryl were also Alphas, headstrong, dominant and territorial, but in the situation they were in it was unnecessary to start a confrontation with the group.
Shane, Ed, Dale and T-Dog were Alphas, younger, older, more impulsive or wiser, they balanced the group, Andrea was also an Alpha female along with Jacqui. Lori Grimes along with Carol, Morales' wife and Sophia were Omegas but being bonded their essences were weaker, plus Sophia was a girl who had not even entered her first heat. Glenn, Amy, Carl, Jim... they were Betas with a neutral scent.
And then there was you.
You were neutral, your scent was faint, barely detectable, like just another Beta, yet you had that touch, that little scent that got Daryl to always keep an eye on you. Daryl had always tried to be a less dominant Alpha, he had lived in his own skin, his own mother being dominated by his father, desperate for his essence as an Alpha. He'd always heard from his mother that they were destined, that they were soul mates.
Daryl has never believed that about the destined pair, the Alpha and Omega bonded.
No, not after seeing how his father mistreated his mother and themselves.
Yet there was something about you that always kept him on his toes. At first you didn't have much trust, you were always hanging around the group of women, taking care of chores, Daryl would go off with his brother to hunt, to bring food for everyone, but when Merle disappeared, when you left camp to go all the way to the CDC for help, you and Daryl shared his truck. At first the conversation didn't flow from either of you, Daryl looked at you absentmindedly as he drove, gradually the conversation flowed between you, you even laughed despite the whole situation, saying goodbye to Jim was hard and once again plunged the trip into an intense silence. One that was enough for Daryl to assure himself that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, that he would fight to protect you even if it was from himself.
He delivered as best he could, he got you out of the CDC alive and came back for you when T-Dog told him you were left behind with Andrea. He didn't think twice, he skidded the bike on the dirt floor and went back to the farm looking for you. He couldn't leave you there.
He couldn't lose you. For some reason, his mind wouldn't let him, he felt something tearing at him inside but he didn't know what.
It took you eight months to find a place where you could feel safe again. Daryl couldn't confidently say that it was home, but with a pregnant woman about to give birth, it was better than nothing. After eight months of wandering that prison provided security, you managed to enter the outer courtyard and Rick was planning to take over at least one of the blocks, but first the group had to regain strength.
Daryl keeps turning his mind over, he can't stop thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. He sighs and becomes alert as soon as he senses Carol's presence trying to climb onto the bus he is standing guard on. The Alpha helps her up and she holds out a plate of food.
"It's not much, but otherwise you would have run out..."
"Little Shane has a good appetite." He mumbles wolfing down what's on the plate using his hands as a fork.
"Don't be mean..." Carol whispers, but a knowing chuckle escapes her. "How are you? Since we left the farm you seem distracted."
There's that innate Omega instinct. Daryl can sense her scent, since she lost her husband, Ed, she is now a lone Omega, she can be claimed again by another Alpha, yet her scent is faint, as if she is still bound to Ed in some way. Carol does not arouse in him the curiosity he feels with you, he considers her an equal, he has even begun to appreciate her as a friend, wanting to protect her from his pain, from the loss of his daughter, but nothing more. Through his mind goes the idea of talking to her about what is happening to him. Perhaps by putting it out loud he will feel somewhat less confused.
"Ya... Have ya noticed anything strange with her?" he murmurs, shaking his head pointing at you absentmindedly, you are in the circle with the others by the fire, oblivious to the conversation of your companions.
"Anything weird, what do you mean?"
"I-I dunno... I know she's a Beta, but her essence is..."
"Oh, I get it, maybe you should talk to her. Maybe you'd be surprised at the answer." Carol says cryptically, and it certainly doesn't help Daryl at all.
"I think... she doesn't feel very comfortable when I'm around..." He tries to excuse himself, Carol gives him a bored look and massages his shoulder wincing in pain. "Yer okay?"
"Yeah, it's my shoulder, with the recoil of the rifle, it's bothering me."
"Lemme." He tells her setting the plate aside and massages the woman's shoulder.
"Uhm how romantic." She jokes laughing when she hears Daryl snort in amusement and nervousness.
In between jokes and nervous laughter, Daryl and Carol get off the bus to meet up with the others. The Alpha is feeling a little calmer, he hasn't told the widow his troubles, but he feels better. He helps Carol off and his skin crawls with goosebumps as he senses your scent there, maybe you've overheard the conversation or maybe it's himself starting to hallucinate. He doesn't want to say anything, so he pretends not to smell you and they return to the group listening to Beth sing.
Daryl feels the prison falling on you like a tomb. You try to enter, the dead fall on you with hunger, in the kitchens of the block there are several prisoners who have survived, but some of them are hostile, you lose several companions, T Dog, Hershel must amputate a leg, Carol, Lori... Carl appears with a baby in his hands and Rick loses his head. Everything suddenly becomes chaos, but you have to think with a cool head, Hershel needs help, you have to keep an eye on the prisoners who have stayed with you, you have to keep an eye on Rick, that he doesn't do anything crazy and there is a little girl who needs to be fed as soon as possible.
"Not far from here there should be a supermarket, we saw the sign a few days ago while we were on the road." Glenn says and Maggie nods her head.
"We can't all go, there are cars all over the road." Maggie says in frustration, Daryl grunts chewing his lip nervously.
"I'll go, ya guys stay here, keep an eye on the prisoners, make sure Hershel is okay." He gives several directions and everyone seems compliant, he touches Beth's shoulder who as a young Omega her maternal instincts have kicked in and cares for the little baby. "Keep an eye on her, and Carl, he's lost his mother and if anythin'..."
"Don't worry, I'll handle it." She nods her head walking away back inside the pavilion. Daryl then grabs your hand and you turn around confused.
"Come with me." It's a command, but his voice is soft, calm, yet you can still feel it get under your skin making you shiver. "If we both go on the bike we can bring more stuff."
"Okay." You agree, but you sense something isn't quite right, Daryl's influence is affecting you more than it should.
The Alpha notices it too. He notices something different when you get on the bike, hugging you to his back, your scent has intensified, a sweet smell hits his nose, making him frown. Confused.
You don't make it to the mall Glenn told you about, Daryl turns off on another road finding a small town where there is a kindergarten, there it's much more likely that no one has looted what's inside than a mall. The motorcycle's engine purrs to a complete shutdown, Daryl positions the bike nicely and you let go of his waist.
"We'll check this place out first." Daryl says as you enter the kindergarten. "If we ain't find anythin' useful, drive to the mall."
You nod your head following his plan. Carefully the two of you enter the kindergarten in search of things for the little baby. You keep quiet every moment, you don't know if there might be any Walkers in there and you don't want to attract the attention of any more. The first room you enter gives you goose bumps. There are a bunch of drawings of different children, some hands with names on them, one in particular catches both of your attention "Sophia". You know that for Daryl it was a hard blow not to find the girl alive, he put his own life in danger for her. Now you understand many things, Daryl has been trying to be close to Carol since you left the camp, with Ed out of the picture, the Alpha was trying to claim her as his own, those little details with her proved your theory, plus the complicity between them. Now Carol was gone and Daryl seemed mortified by it. It hurts you to see him like this, but it hurts you even more to feel selfish. Daryl has caught your attention ever since he showed up at the camp with his brother, yet you've always shielded yourself from the Alphas, trying to be indifferent, to not make yourself noticed, but Daryl managed to seep through your skin and those little gestures, those little moments that showed you he would never be like his brother, those things made your feelings for him grow stronger.
Which reminds you...
"I'm going to the bathroom." You tell him when you see him open a drawer pulling out a bunch of diapers and some new bottles. "Maybe there's something in there for Hershel, we need clean bandages, antibiotics..."
"'kay, but be careful." He asks looking over his shoulder at you. You nod and walk away down the hall.
Actually your goal isn't medication to ease Hershel's pain. You need something for yourself. You open all the drawers, of course you take everything that might be useful, but you don't find what you're looking for.
"Come on..." You whisper, in your backpack you have no more, you need to find a full box. "Oh thank God." You gasp when you find it.
"What's that?" your heart stops when you hear Daryl's voice next to you.
The Alpha walks towards you, with two long strides he reaches you and snatches the pills out of your hand. His eyes widen and travel from you to the box and back to you. Omega hormone suppressants. Anger begins to bubble under his skin, everything makes sense now. His confusion with you, your different, but not too intense scent, your flighty looks.
"Yer an Omega..." He hisses angrily, you lower your head feeling his scent abruptly impose itself on you making you moan.
"I need them Daryl..." You tell him wanting them back, but Daryl abruptly pulls away.
"No." He roars throwing them to the ground, stomping on them angrily.
"No! No, Daryl, stop!" you try to stop him, but he grabs your neck pinning you against the wall. Nervousness and fear mix inside you with helplessness and anger.
"Ya ain't need that shit... Why are ya hidin' who ya 're?"
"Why?" there is irony and anger in your voice. "Because I'm an Omega, who was traveling alone, in a group with unclaimed Alpha men, I'm... I'm like a fucking bullseye. I wasn't going to let just anyone come up to me and touch me."
"That ain't gonna happen." Daryl assures you, releasing you and putting some distance between you.
"Oh no? Oscar and Axel are Alphas, Rick has lost his wife, but he's an Alpha too, you..."
"I ain't gonna let anythin' bad happen to ya." He cuts off your words feeling his body tremble as he imagines himself with you.
"And how do you plan to do that?" you fold your arms, still angry, but you feel your heart racing.
"I'm gonna take care of ya. I won't let anyone touch ya, no one will hurt ya." He promises you, but his gaze flicks to the ground and his brow furrows as he looks back at you. "But ain't take that shit again." You can't add anything to defend yourself, Daryl turns away to continue on with your main mission.
The effect of the last suppressant you had taken wears off faster and faster, your real scent surfaces, sweet, smooth, a hint of cinnamon and peach that makes Daryl dizzy for an instant. He has never smelled anything like it before. His gaze is riveted on every move you make, you've reached the kitchen where you find powdered milk and the man has caught a possum. He has promised he won't let anyone hurt you.
But he isn't sure he can protect you from himself.
The journey to the prison is tense, every touch your bodies receive your skin tingles, now that you have nothing to quell your own instincts the closeness of the Alpha is harder for you to deal with. The same happens to Daryl, if he was already curious about you believing you to be a Beta, now his inner animal demands to study you closely, to learn your scent, to discover your heat cycle. And claim you.
Daryl stops the bike as you pass the massive prison gates and growls angrily when his mind throws that possibility at him. No, he's not going to do it. Because you don't want to belong to anyone, it's been made clear to him, you've been hiding from all of them so they'll leave you alone. You are clearly not interested in being anyone's Omega. Your essence doesn't go unnoticed by anyone, but it's clear that Glenn and Maggie already knew that. Now Daryl understands why you traveled with them to get drugs whenever they had to leave the farm.
Hershel awakens for a few moments from his unconscious state so that you all breathe a sigh of relief as he has not transformed, on the other hand, Maggie and you take care of preparing a bottle for the little girl who has no name yet, the baby travels from Beth's arms to her brother's and to Daryl. You are surprised when you see the archer hold the baby with great care, whispering soft words to keep her calm, cradling her in his arms, seeming to be afraid she might break at any moment, but he doesn't let go. Maggie gives him the bottle and Daryl doesn't hesitate to give it to her, the little one drinks hungrily mumbling in the arms of the man who smiles in a sincere way. His gaze travels between his companions before settling on you. His smile doesn't falter, but you both feel a shiver run through.
Seeing Daryl show up with Carol in his arms hurts. It hurts you more than you want to admit. Of course you're glad Carol is alive, you'd never say otherwise, but for a moment you believed Daryl's words when he said he'd take care of you. Now that the Omega is back with the group, you doubt very much that the Alpha has time to waste on you.
"Y'knew that, didn't ya?" Daryl asks Carol when they are left alone in the woman's cell.
"That she was an Omega girl? Of course I did." Carol is tired, a little dizzy and dehydrated still, but she knows her friend needs to talk.
"Why didn't ya tell me when I asked y' about her that night?"
"Because it wasn't my obligation. I didn't want to force your decision to claim her."
"She ain't want to be claimed." He mutters feeling the tips of his ears burn.
"Is that what she told you?"
"She was takin' suppressants, I think it's obvious that..."
"I think it's obvious you don't understand anything." She laughs a little but Daryl frowns. She didn't want to be claimed by just anyone, Daryl, the world for the Omegas has always been hostile, now add a world that has fallen apart and those few laws that kept us safe are no longer worth anything..." she explains and Daryl looks down understanding Carol's words.
"I ain't gonna let anythin' bad happen to her..." He whispers.
"I know." The woman smiles and closes her eyes feeling tired again.
Things at the prison slowly seem to be stabilizing again. Hershel is healed, with his crutches he is walking around the prison block and garden with no problems, the baby, Judith, is growing healthy and strong, you still have enough food for her, Carol has regained her strength and Rick has come to his senses. With each passing day it seems that this place can be called home, Rick has started work on a part of the garden to prepare a vegetable garden and an area for animals, to have some more food in case supplies start to run low. Oscar and Axel have made a place for themselves within the group, although there is some reluctance with them, but they have proven not to be very bad people. You and Daryl are back to where you were before your essence completely invaded his brain. The treatment between you is polite, there are fluent conversations and others perhaps more forced, you laugh and share some time taking care of Judith and Carl, but you have not talked about your condition again, about the suppressors. Even Rick was surprised when he discovered your true nature, but said nothing.
That morning you feel mortified. The change has started in the middle of the night. You began to feel the sweat building up on your body with increasing speed. The hot months are starting to take their toll, the prison is big but it's like a greenhouse, which makes the feeling more stifling. But you know it's not just that.
It's your heat.
You've been blocking it for months with the suppressants you were taking until Daryl forbade you to go on them and now your heat is hitting you hard. You feel your whole body tremble, your sore skin protests at the slightest touch. You have to get out of there, you're standing guard with Beth, you know she's not a threat, but you can't stay there, if you detect the scent of any of the Alphas inside the prison....
If they sense you...
Daryl startles on his cot, cold sweat runs down his back, he gasps looking around as he's not sure what's going on. There is something in the atmosphere that is weighing him down. He feels a strange warmth all over his body, an alarm screaming at him that something is wrong. He rises like a spring grabbing his crossbow, leaving the cell, he is walking down the stairs when he sees Carol also out of her own cabin, they share a glance and the woman nods her head. Daryl's heart skips a beat and he bolts out of the cellblock.
He freezes for a few seconds, the sun beating cruelly on his eyes, but when he is able to focus his eyes, he immediately discovers what it is that has him upset. Near the orchard Rick is preparing is you. Lying on the ground, trembling, panting, you hug yourself as if trying to control yourself. Oscar and Axel are getting closer to you and that disturbs the Alpha even more.
Instinctively he roars, his essence as a dominant Alpha is triggered. He raises his crossbow and fires one of his bolts at the two men. He does not intend to kill them, but the arrow crosses between the two men with a menacing hiss. They stop and turn to see him approaching at a slow but determined pace, his footsteps are heavy, he frowns and breathes heavily through his nose. The aura that envelops him is intense, dangerous, commanding. Daryl has never let his instincts go off like that, but he promised you he would protect you, and that's what he's going to do.
"Stay away from her." He growls in a hoarse voice as he reaches the two prisoners.
"She's an Omega, anyone has a right to claim her." Oscar speaks earning a death glare from the archer.
"Not anyone. She doesn't want to be claimed. Beat it."
"Look at her, she's wanting it." This time Axel speaks, Daryl's gaze goes to you, they are a few feet away still far away, they only see that you need to relieve your heat, Daryl sees your pain, your overexertion to control your heat, he sees the desperation, the rage, everything he felt when he watched his mother succumb to her instinct before his father. "She needs an Alpha to fuck her hard while marking her." Axel's voice reaches Daryl's ears again like a rasping whistle.
Axel is the same height as Daryl, Oscar is quite a bit taller, but the archer doesn't mind at all. He's ready to knock them both down if he has to. He clenches his fists ready to fight them, cuts them off towards you and growls once more.
"I told ya two to get the hell out... I won't say it again."
The two prisoners brace themselves, but before they can be conscious, Axel is knocked out on the ground and Oscar takes a punch to the chin that leaves him sitting on the ground. Daryl may not be that big, but he is agile and lethal. He snaps furiously before turning around ready to help you. He knows he has to get you out of there.
When he reaches you, your strong scent stuns him for an instant. His instinct wanting to take over. He feels his whole body screaming to put you against the ground and do what Axel has suggested before Daryl knocked him to the ground with one blow. He grunts, he can't do that. Controlling himself he leans into you touching your shoulder, you jump and groan, your skin hurts desperately looking for someone to ease your pain in the broadest sense of the word. Daryl feels goose bumps on his skin as soon as he makes contact with yours. The warmth you give off envelops him and your scent intoxicates him, but he knows you must be going through something similar.
"L-listen to me..." He says in a deep voice. "I'm gonna get ya out of here, can ya move?" he tries to be as rational as possible. You shake your head and hug him, trembling.
"H-Help me, Daryl, please..." You cry, feeling your whole body react to him.
"Believe me, I'm tryin', but ya ain't makin' it easy for me." He sniffles and bites his lip. "I'm gonna get ya up, I gotta carry ya to the bike." Again he tries to control himself as best he can, you crawl up until you are totally glued to him, that doesn't help him at all with his self control, but it does help him to lift you off the ground and carry you to his bike.
Hugging his body Daryl gets up from the ground with you in his arms, luckily his bike isn't too far away. Carefully he releases you so you can both get on the vehicle and he rests your hands on his waist.
"Hold on." He asks you but tenses when your hands land on his crotch. "Not there. I know it's hard, but try to control yerself." He asks you grunting as his own control is starting to fail.
"I'm sorry..." You whisper against the skin on the back of his neck and Daryl rips away from there.
He can't say he knows why he brought you here, he was just looking for a place where you could feel safe and before he is aware, you are in the kindergarten where you found everything you needed for Judith. Carefully he helps you off the bike, every rub or movement hurts and bothers you, the smell of the Alpha makes you dizzy and you feel your insides quiver, getting wetter, getting ready to receive him, but Daryl is not going to do any of that, you know that.
He's already made his choice.
He guides you to one of the empty rooms, grabs the children's mats, stuffed animals, some pillows and lays everything out in a hurried but orderly fashion. He is preparing a nest for you. He helps you settle into it and strangely you feel better, but when Daryl tries to move away, you hold him back with you.
"Don't go... don't leave me, please." You beg, hiding your face in his neck.
"I'm sorry, but I promised ya I would help ya and... I... I need to get away so I ain't hurt ya." He wants to make you understand, but you shake your head.
"Daryl, please...I need you." You cry against his shoulder, your body burning.
"Listen to me..." He tries to make his voice calm, but you don't listen. "Omega, listen to me." His presence suddenly changes, his authoritative voice, his instinct seeping inside your head causes you to come to. You look up at him with wide eyes and he leans his forehead against yours, relieved to see that you seem to react. "I have to go, at least until you calm down. If I stay I'll do something we'll regret later." He hones in and you close your eyes, a tear escapes from them but you nod.
"I-I understand... I'm sorry, Daryl..."
"I ain't gonna leave ya 'lone, I'll be back, but I gotta talk to Rick 'bout this, but I'll be back, okay? Just... try to lighten up a little." He says but he feels stupid, he knows it's not going to be that easy for you, but if he gets his hands on you now....
It hurts him to see you suffer like that, he doesn't understand why the Omega's fate is so cruel, so tied to his most primal instinct. He snorts in frustration and leaves you a knife nearby in case some Walker shows up or another Alpha can detect your scent. Not without hesitation he leaves you there, heading back to the prison, he needs to talk to Rick, tell him about your heat, explain that you'd better stay away from there until you calm down. There are several Alphas without a bonded partner and it could be dangerous for you.
When he arrives at the prison the first person to greet him is Carol, but inside the block everyone is gathered, as if waiting to see you both show up together. The white-haired woman's brow furrows and she folds her arms.
"Where is she?" she asks behind him, your name making Daryl flinch.
"I've left her somewhere safe..."
"Alone?" Rick's surprised tone speaks for the rest of the group.
"I needed to get her out of here, it was dangerous, I'll come back for her when she calms down..." He tries to justify himself.
"She's not going to calm down, Daryl." Carol speaks again. "She's been suppressing her heat for months, she must be in a lot of pain."
"Y'think I haven't noticed? It's the best I can do..."
"The best you can do is reclaim her, you idiot." The woman scolds him again and Daryl falls silent, he feels the tips of his ears burning as the stares of the rest of the group fall on him. "Have you really not noticed? Even you knocked out Axel and Oscar..." She says amused when she hears him growl looking at the two prisoners who instinctively back away.
"Don't talk to me about that soul mate stuff, because it's bullshit."
"It's not... sometimes it happens." Hershel interjects, moving slowly on his crutches. "They're isolated cases, it doesn't happen often, but they do exist. An attraction you can't control, a constant connection, the feeling that something is missing when the other isn't around, you've felt it, haven't you?" he looks at Daryl who swallows hard, his skin twitching because he knows what he's referring to.
Of course he's felt it, from day one, your different scent, the constant need to know where you were, your gazes meeting because you couldn't help but look for each other, your zeal, how he woke up that morning overwhelmed knowing something was going on. But no, that can't be it, his memories as a child still haunt him.
"My mother said my father was her soul mate, that they were meant to be together, that it was true love." He says angrily, clenching his fists. "There wasn't a single day when he didn't beat her, when he didn't abuse her, when he didn't abuse her just because she was an Omega and she...she let all that happen...and when she died..." He bites his tongue lowering his head, everyone falls silent, understanding his story. "No, that ain't true love..."
"You're not your father, Daryl. You protected her to begin with, you took her away so no one would hurt her. You haven't even touched her." Rick tries to reason, but Daryl shakes his head.
"Not for lack of wanting to...she...it hurt me to see her like that, she wouldn't stop shaking..."
"Daryl, she needs you, she came to see me apologizing." Confesses Carol fed up with her friend's doubts.
"What?"
"She thinks you chose me." A laugh escapes the woman and Daryl stammers uncomfortably. "She feels as strongly as you do about her, but she thought you were willing to bond with me, I think she heard us that night you were standing guard..." She reminds him and he lowers his head, embarrassed.
"Shit..."
"Daryl, go back and get her." Rick orders him. "Don't let her suffer anymore. Neither of you deserve it. You're linked believe it or not. We've all noticed it from day one." Rick came later to the group and even he could tell how the Alpha's essence blended with yours that didn't seem to be defined by anything in particular.
"If you don't do it, we will." Oscar then speaks and Daryl's gaze turns dark.
Daryl returns to the kindergarten leaving the bike hidden as he has done the other times. He needs a moment to calm down, his heart is racing and his knuckles hurt. He looks at his hands, discovering blood still on them, maybe he shouldn't have hit the prisoner so hard, but he had brought it on himself. He sighs long sigh getting off the bike to go back inside the kindergarten. His whole body reacts as he enters the place. Your smell is getting stronger, more intense, you're out of control and he's having a hard time holding it in. Daryl walks to the room where you are waiting for him and the smell is much stronger there. He gets dizzy, he needs a moment to focus his gaze on you, his nose burns at your deep scent. When he manages to look at you his whole body tenses. You've stripped off your clothes, suffocated, aching, needy, your hands try to soothe you, your fingers move all over your skin, you gasp and moan low, your thighs clench, you're leaving a wet spot on the mats Daryl has left as a nest. He grunts in despair. He can't hold back any longer.
His growl makes you look up at him, your body jerks harder as you see him shed his clothes to move closer to you. You shrink back into yourself, since Daryl has left your mind has wandered making you see and feel the man even though he's not there, now you don't know if he's a hallucination again. You hate that feeling. You hate being an Omega dragged down by your own impulses.
"I'm back..." Daryl says, his voice hoarse.
"No... no, please, stop it..." You gasp through tears and the Alpha freaks out for a moment. "I can't take it anymore..." Daryl hesitates for a second, it's clear that your heat is playing with your mind.
He kneels in front of you, his body over yours, trapping you but not laying on top of you, just keeping you protected under him. He bends his head and his forehead rests on yours, closes his eyes and growls low, his Alpha scent intensifying, mingling with yours, enveloping you both. He needs a moment, his whole body trembling over yours.
"Listen to me, Omega." His voice sounds authoritative, trying to bring you back into yourself once more. "I'm real, I'm here."
"Da-Daryl..." You look up at him from the corner of your eye, your eyes filled with tears, desperation and need captured in them.
"That's right, I'm here. I'm gonna take care of ya." He purrs against your ear.
Daryl leans over you, kissing you. At first it's a soft, gentle gesture, just his lips pressed against yours, but when you sigh and kiss him too, everything intensifies. Daryl's mouth traps yours in a more demanding kiss, you kiss urgently, maybe not the time or place for this, but neither of you are indulging your more conscious side. Daryl traps you against the nest, his hips move against you rubbing your bodies together, you moan against his mouth feeling your body react to his caresses, your legs wrap around his lower back as he bites your chin before moving down your neck, kissing your skin, feeling the heat grow more intense between the two of you. Blinded by your own needs all your instinct is what controls your every action. Daryl strives to mark every crease of your skin, he licks, kisses and bites wherever he reaches pulling delicious sounds out of you that manage to make you blush, as you move your hips rubbing against his growing erection, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter thinking about feeling him fully inside you. You moan loudly as his mouth closes around your sensitive, attention-deprived, completely hard nipples, Daryl licks and sucks as he stimulates the one that has been out of his mouth's reach, plays with it between his fingers, squeezes and pulls on it producing spasms of pleasure that run through your body.
"Daryl!" you moan his name once more, his fingers caress your skin, your core, gasp against your nipple as you feel his fingers slide seamlessly between your folds.
"Yer so wet..." He grunts he lifts his head to look at you as his fingers play with your pussy, without touching your clit they run along your slit, soaking in your fluids, parting your folds, groping the entrance to your vagina which clenches wanting him to fill it at last. He snorts seeking some control, he wants to bury himself inside you as much as you want to feel him, but he doesn't want to cum, he wants both of you to enjoy as much as possible. "I'm gonna make ya feel good, girl." He confesses in your ear before sliding down your body.
Daryl untangles your legs from his waist to drape them over his shoulders, he spreads your thighs apart and his tongue runs all over your pussy. He hums in pleasure as he tastes you on his tongue, further clouding his senses.
"Ya taste so good..." He says hoarsely and attacks your core again, his lips catch your clit, sore and forgotten making you cry out in pleasure, desperate, tangling your fingers in his hair.
You cum in his mouth as his fingers work their way inside your cunt, his tongue collecting your fluids dripping down his chin. The rut is pushing you over the edge and any caress gets you to spill. Daryl doesn't mind, he catches your taste again and again, his fingers dilating you, stretching your insides, as his mouth tortures your overstimulated pussy, your legs trembling on his shoulders, your vision blurred.
But he too has a limit and his cock throbs aching, needing attention, leaking pre-cum, swollen, reddened. He gasps pulling away from your pussy, licks his lips and pulls his fingers from inside you, strokes your lips and you open your mouth obediently, licking his fingers, sucking, tasting yourself on them, moaning low. It's more than he can bear. He spreads your legs apart and guides his cock rubbing against your entrance before thrusting and feeling you clench around him. You share a moan of satisfaction as you finally come together. Something you had been wanting for a long time. Daryl begins to move slowly watching his cock as he moves in and out of your tight core, as he engulfs it wanting to hold it inside you. Slowly he increases the speed of his onslaught, tightening his grip on your legs, watching you arch and moan under his body, the wet clash of your bodies mingling with your heaving breaths and gasps.
"D-Daryl! More... harder...!" You plead with him when you're able to find your voice.
"Is that what ya want, babe? Ya wanna me to tear ya apart?" he growls against your ear and you nod in desperation. "I'm gonna fuck ya so good that tomorrow ya'll cum at the memory of it." He whispers in your ear and you moan rolling your eyes.
Daryl pulls away just long enough to move you over and get you on all fours. He leans your body forward so he has your hips raised and holds you by the waist ramming back inside you. The new deeper angle elicits a cry of surprise and pleasure from you. You hold on to the pillows adorning the nest, moving your hips in time with him, making his thrusts deeper, more intense, taking you both to the limit.
"I-I'm going to cum, Daryl I..." Again you are unable to say a sentence in a row, but he feels the same way.
"Me too, baby..."
"Please, I want... your knot..." You gasp and Daryl tenses for a second. His body leans over yours, his hands resting on the floor, his cock barely moving inside you. You groan in frustration at the sudden stop.
"What? Tell me, girl. I need to hear it." He whispers huskily.
"Daryl, please..."
"Tell me, Omega." He roars, demands and thrusts hard a single time, you moan feeling it hit your cervix making you see stars.
"Cum inside, Alpha, I want your knot!" You moan unable to disobey his commands and Daryl has to overexert himself not to cum at your words.
"Is that what ya need? Ya need yer Alpha to fill ya, right?" You nod desperate. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna knot myself up and I'm gonna put our puppies inside ya." He says gritting his teeth, starting to move again and you moan in desperation at the thought.
"Yes, Alpha, please!"
"So desperate... so needy..." He gasps against your ear once more. "Mine..." He grunts and thrusts hard again as he bites down on your neck viciously, unable to control himself any longer.
You cry out in pain, but the pleasure quickly overtakes you, the base of his cock swells and snaps inside you, stretching your walls stretching you out throwing you into a new orgasm that tightens around his cock, Daryl moans and grunts feeling himself cumming.
"That's it, milk me, every drop of cum is making our babies." He whispers and your body shudders once more.
It takes several minutes for Daryl's knot to disappear, keeping you in that position a little longer. When the Alpha manages to move he hisses at the sensation as he pulls out of you, a thin trickle of cum trickles out of your cunt and he can't help but smile proudly, he has filled you so good. Carefully he lies down next to you, neither of you say anything, the effect of the heat has subsided a little, your minds are more aware. Daryl glances sideways at you, your body still trembling, you're cowering, turning your back to him, his bite, His Mark is seen on the back of your neck, through the tufts of hair. A sob puts him on alert and he feels himself suddenly fall from his own state of ecstasy.
"What...?"
"I'm sorry... I tried... I wanted to hide it, but..." You cry and shrink in on yourself more. Daryl feels his heart stop for a second.
It's been a mistake. Damn it, he knew. None of that true love stuff exists, none of that soul mate stuff is real. He's taken advantage of your weakness and marked you as his when you didn't want to be. Fuck, he swore he'd help you and he's been the one to condemn you.
Suddenly he feels a heavy, deadly rock lodge in his stomach, preventing him from speaking, from moving, he can only watch as you cry and tremble.
"I know you had chosen Carol, I didn't want to get in the way, Daryl I'm so sorry..." You cry again and the Alpha's pained expression turns to surprise.
What?
You're crying because you think he and Carol?
"God, ya almost gave me a heart attack." He says letting out a sniffle and covers his face with his arm before sitting up. "Yer stupid."He says and your body visibly tenses and he regrets using those words. He's certainly not the most delicate person to say things. "I mean Carol and I don't have anything, we're just friends..."
"What? But I... I heard you two talking and you always seem so worried about her... when she disappeared, you..." You stammer and look at him sideways, afraid, Daryl smiles moving closer to you, he hugs you leaning you against his chest, you immediately snuggle against him, feeling like that's the place to be.
"We're friends..." He repeats. "Maybe I even felt the need to protect her because she reminded me of my mother, of what she went through... but I could never look at her the way I do with ya." He confesses and strokes your hair. "From the first day I saw ya, I felt a connection with ya, I didn't wanna believe it but..."
"I-I also felt something different when you were around... it never happened to me before..."
"Tell me... Do ya believe in soul mates?" he whispers without stopping caressing your skin and you feel your heart start beating very fast again.
The End.
Okay first at all, I'm sorry I made it longer than I expected but I couldn't stop writing.
Absolutely NO pressure on this since your reqs are closed 🙈🙈🙈
I wouldn’t even be mad if you don’t have the time to write it love ❤️
But I had this idea about y/n being Negan's daughter and is basically his biggest treasure. When the Saviors hold Daryl captive she sneaks around to meet him and falls in love. Neben finds out and maybe a fluffy end 😄
Hello, dear nonny! 😄 First of all, thanks for your kind words! 💚 I appreciate this! ☺️ And yes, you are right. My requests were closed when you send me this (and still are), BUT your idea sparked something inside my brain. I'm thinking about turning this into a (mini) series! 😁 I absolutely LOVE this request and I got SO many ideas for it, so... If you read this, dear nonny, and you got a few more ideas for your request, then please send me a message! 😁 I'd love to talk about this idea with you! ☺️
Hello! I was wondering if you would write a oneshot where Daryl and the reader have an on and off relationship before the apocalypse when she said she's tired of their fighting, Daryl ended their relationship saying he wished he never loved her hurting her deeply. When the Apocalypse happen they see each other other again at the Greene farm after she saved Sophia from the walkers Daryl talks to reader and says he is glad to see her again and everything he said to her from the past he didn't mean it but the reader still holds a grudge against him avoids him like a plague everytime he goes near on her or try to talk to her when they reached the prison the reader still blanking him and Daryl had enough he confronts the reader and have an argument which leads to him to confessed that he still loves her he never stopped and begs her to give him a second chance? By the way named her Juliana and I love your blog!
oh my god, this re-inspired an old idea of mine.
what I have drafted so far is a bit different, sorry... but it follows a similar idea! it will be a series, so it might take a little while. I have some other WIPs I wanna work on first, but I'm excited for this! I have SO many ideas!! thank you for the request <3
and if anyone else wants to send in a request, mine ARE OPEN! FYI: I'm only writing for daryl right now and no smut (sorry).
