Can u write when Daryl and reader are together and he is insecure about his scars on his back and sceard of reader gonna hate him Couse of that but somehow reader found out about that. But she was so gentle with him and told him that's she was going to love him no matter what and she kissed every part of his scars ?
Notes: I've already read some oneshots with this proposal, so I tried to do something a little different and I hope you like it, sorry for the delay, good reading!
Warnings: Daryl x gn!reader, normal twd violence. Beth obeys her sister and stays on the bus to escape prison, resulting in only Daryl and Y/n wandering through the woods. Unfortunately I don't know the @ of the artist who made the fanart :(
The air that entered your lungs seemed to burn with the anxiety that was growing in your chest, the strong smell of gunpowder gave you a headache that did not allow you to think straight, everything around you seemed to be happening more slowly, the sound loud of the explosions and shots left you bewildered, not knowing for sure what to do or where to go, your only instinct now was to survive, that was what kept you on your feet. Crossing the prison yard you didn't hesitate to pull the trigger to get the governor's allies out of your way. Fear had taken hold of you, but the situation didn't allow you to stop, you had to get out of that place. The last thing you managed to do was pick up the bag of weapons left behind by someone before leaving his old shelter, his group's refuge, now ablaze and overrun by walkers.
You knew that a part of the group had fled with the bus, but never found it. Your people had split up and now you were alone, just as you were when you found the group in the quarry.
During those days that you roamed in the forest, you only cared about food, water and shelter. When hunting, you remembered all the things that Daryl taught you about it, following the man's advices to the letter, you felt a tightness in your heart when you managed to hunt some animal and remembered maybe you would never see the man again to "piss him off" bragging about having done it all right and alone. Something that always ended with the two of you laughing.
You and Daryl tried to create a certain refuge in those moments you had together. Of course it wasn't always like this, at first Dixon was very harsh, giving no ground to anyone who tried to approach him, including you. Nowadays you believe that this was a way to protect himself since the man was never very good at - and was not even allowed to - deal with his feelings. But your insistence on checking if the archer was all right whenever he returned from a run, the way you looked at him without any judgment, and even trusted him to ask for help with something, gradually made these barriers fall.
And on the farm, have completely fallen down.
The discussion you had with Andrea when even under warning not to shoot she pulled that damn trigger made it more than clear how much you cared about the archer. And from that day on you both felt more comfortable with whatever that feeling was and became even closer.
After the property crash, you realized your feelings for him by how scared you were to think that you had lost him in that place. You remember the feeling of relief spreading through your whole body when you found him again in the traffic jam, and by the way he froze when his eyes met yours, you could tell he felt the same way. Without hesitation, you ran to the brunette and threw your arms around his neck to pull him closer, which he returned by wrapping his body in your arms. In that embrace neither of you was ashamed to say how afraid felt at the thought of losing the other.
And since that day, after all the fear you both felt, you surrendered to that feeling, and looking up at the night sky, leaning on Daryl's shoulder in that makeshift campsite by the group, you declared your love in a sleepy whisper, which was reciprocated by him before you fall asleep. In prison you both could finally rest a little and enjoy each other's presence in a safe place. And so, the way the whole group lost this refuge, the way the place was completely taken over and destroyed, still made you wake up at night breathless and in a cold sweat. Your entire group had split up, and after a few weeks of not finding any trace of a clue to anyone's whereabouts, you no longer knew if you would ever really find them again.
And here you were, walking alone in the middle of the forest. Without a clear direction you had become a nomad. When you woke up you unpacked your makeshift camp and went in search of supplies, especially food, and before nightfall you were already looking for a shelter to spend the night and rest before the next day began, where you would do the same things as the day before, going further and further ahead.
But this time the lilac tones were already taking over the orange sky and you still hadn't found a shelter or any decent place to make a camp. It was then that among the trees you caught sight, further ahead, of a silhouette that made you pick up your pace. It was a hut, you had found a hut. Without delay, you approached the house when you noticed that it must have been abandoned. The walls were old and the property seemed to have been forgotten even before the fall. Prowling around the place you made sure it was empty by looking through the windows, and there was nothing but dust and old broken furniture. As you approached the front door something in you put you on alert, so you chose to go around the house. Feeling more secure at the back door you prepared yourself - pulling your gun - and mentally counted to three before turning the knob and opening the door.
Stepping back you raised the gun ready to aim at any threat that might be on the other side. The opening revealed to you someone on the other side also already prepared to receive you with a gun pointed at you. And then the crossbow in the man's arms ducked as it recognized you.
-Y/n?- Dixon asked immobile.
Are him, you had found the archer, you had found Daryl! He was right there in front of you, unharmed and well, he's still alive.
-Daryl?- you put the gun down still not able to believe it.
This time he was the one who ran to you and hugged you tight, not wanting to let go for fear of being separated from you again. You were fine, you were alive, and now you were with him.
-I thought I lost ya- he confessed with a shaky voice.
-Me too…- you replied hugging him tighter.
(...)
Days passed, neither of you had the courage to leave the other alone, afraid that if you did the other would disappear. The first night, in order to completely relax and sleep, Daryl hugged you and brought your body as close to him as he could, which also made you feel safe to close your eyes and sleep, feeling him around you. The following nights were not much different. You both needed to get over the longing you felt for each other, as well as the fear and worry that clouded your thoughts during these days alone, but you both agreed that you needed to keep looking for any sign of the group.
The idea of moving away from the only place you could consider a real shelter didn't appeal to you much, but if it would give you some chance of meeting up with the group again, so be it.
The two of you wandered through the forest, and strangely enough this scenario was very comforting to you, following Daryl into the forest while their eyes searched intently for any sign that indicated the whereabouts of someone, was something you had become accustomed to doing, and being back in this situation calmed you down. Maybe that's what made you careless.
Turning quickly on your heels you drew your knife to strike the source of the hoarse noise beside you. You pierced the skull of the walker who was already close enough to bite you in the shoulder if had lingered a second longer. You didn't notice Dixon who had turned around, but when he saw that you had taken care of that he backed away a bit, not realizing that the pile of leaves behind him was hiding a dead man who had been awakened by the moment's movement. With unusual strength, the walker grabbed Daryl's foot, which made him unbalance and fall backwards, feeling something pierce his torso.
-Daryl!- you screamed when you heard the fall.
Pulling the knife from the dead man's skull you turned your attention to the other who was on the ground trying to reach the archer's leg with his teeth. Finishing his movements, you now moved quickly to the brunette, whose face was contorted by the pain in his abdomen. Noticing the blood that surged from his torso you despaired as you saw the sharp pointed object that had pierced the side of his abdomen, below his ribs, it was a broken and pointed twig, now soiled by the dark scarlet hue.
With his arm around your shoulder you carried the man back to the cabin. Laying him on the clean sheet on the mattress you took the first aid kit you had in your bag. With trembling hands you separated what you were going to use and were about to remove the man's shirt when you felt his hands stop you.
-I do it- he couldn't help but spit out some blood.
Was he crazy? He could barely speak and wanted to do this dressing all by himself? No chance.
-Daryl, stop it, is not the time- you tried to tug at his shirt one more time but his arm remained rigid- Daryl…
With your tone already impatient, the two of you stare at each other for a moment before he gives up and lets go of your arm. Finally letting you take off his shirt to tend to his wound, you soon noticed some small scars on his chest and abdomen, but you were really surprised when you saw the ones he had on his back, these, however, were bigger. It was visible that the marks had been made intentionally, which made your heart squeeze even more as you thought about the dark past he had to spend trapped in that house with his father. Continuing the procedure you removed the branch and stopped the bleeding, cleaning the site you prepared to sew it up and finished by attaching gauze to the region.
-I'm done…- you said putting things away.
Still with difficulty he again covered his body with the old shirt, silently, without the courage to look at you.
(...)
Night fell quickly and soon the whole room was dark, you quickly arranged the place to sleep since Dixon's mobility was now reduced. Sitting on the edge of the mattress you pulled up a piece of the blanket to protect you from the cold. Daryl was silent for the rest of the day, with a faraway look that refused to meet his own.
-Is the wound better?
-Hmm- he muttered and you assumed it was a yes.
And then silence fell over the room again, this time causing greater discomfort than before. You were sitting on the makeshift bed, trying to find the words to reassure the man next to you - who was lying with his back to you - about what you had seen today. But Daryl was quicker.
-'m sorry you had to see this...
-Daryl…- you turned around and almost put your hand on his shoulder, but held back not sure if you should- there's nothing to apologize for…I'm sorry you had to go through that, you didn't deserve it-
The words escaped you, not knowing if it was what he wanted to hear, what should you say to the man anyway? You knew there were no words you could say that were enough, you finally saw how bad his relationship with his father was and you weren't even sure how to comfort him, you felt so worthless, your heart ached to imagine that this kind man that you love so much endured so much hate trapped in that house.
-... Ya deserve someona better - he finally revealed what was troubling his thoughts.
-Someone better? Daryl, you're better than anything I ever imagined! I felt like a part of me died when I lost you, I've never- ... I've never loved anyone like that.
You couldn't hold on any longer to what you felt these days alone in the forest, you couldn't hide it from the man anymore when he was feeling this way. The person you love, admire and care about the most, feeling insecure because of something that wasn't his fault, that wasn't fair.
Finally sitting up in bed and turning to you he could see the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. You saw his face fall, ready to apologize, but you interrupted him by kissing one side of his face and holding the other, "I fell in love with everything about you" you whispered. Taking advantage that he had taken off his shirt to sleep you distributed kisses over each of his scars, "every part" you said in the middle of it. Turning your gaze back to him, you held the man's face gently.
-Do you understand this?
And now Daryl also had tears in his eyes when you sealed your lips, showing all the love you felt for him with your kiss. He had never felt so loved, so welcomed, it was something only you could make him feel, and he was so grateful for that, for the way you accepted and cared for him, how you assured him of your love for him, for simply having you by his side.
He knew he couldn't bear to be without you again and would do whatever it took to make sure it never happened again.
ok sorry but i can see daryl pissing you off for the first time and just not having a clue what to do so he RELUCTANTLY goes to carol for advice
but she wouldn't give him any and would assure him that he knows you better than he thinks and that he can resolve it on his own
i can just see the poor man being so shy and worried about doing or saying the wrong thing and making you MORE upset 😭 i think conflicts would be a hard thing for him to approach with a partner at first
ugh this is actually so sad because his anxiety would stem from him never getting an apology from anyone in his life. y'all think his deadbeat ass father ever apologized for the things he put daryl, merle or his wife through? i don't. do you think merle ever apologized for all of the times he'd torment daryl to make him more 'manly'? not a chance. he's never received an apology, so he wouldn't even know where to start when it came to giving one. he'd get sick over it because he wants you to know how sorry he feels for upsetting you. every time he closes his eyes, all he can see is the way your expression fell when he spoke those harsh words, the hurt on your face.
eventually he'd gather up the courage to find you and make things right. he'd fidget with his hands, shift his weight from one foot to the other, and feel like he's gonna throw all at once. his bottom lip would curve downwards in a frown as he spoke. " 'm sorry.. 'bout what i said earlier. i didn't mean it." it wouldn't be extravagant, but it was enough. the moment you forgive him, he'd feel the weight of the world lift off of his shoulders. suddenly he didn't feel so sick anymore, but he was slightly confused. he was preparing for the worst, preparing for you to end things. why would you stay with someone who says such mean things like that? why would you stay with someone like him? because you knew who he was, not who he pretended to be, but who he truly was. you knew that his hard exterior was a deception. you knew daryl cared. you knew how deeply he felt things.
“good morning, sleepyhead.” you coo at the drowsy archer, rubbing up and down his muscular arm. in return, he nuzzles his face into his pillow and groans, hiding his faint smile from you.
“you still wanna go on that run today?” you ask, leaving small, lazy kisses on his shoulder, that trail down to his bicep. he tilts his head up to answer, but his gaze lands on your lips. he glances up at you with puppy eyes that beg you to close the gap. to make matters worse, he lets out a weak groan that came out sounding like a whimper. you love how whiny and needy he is for you in the morning. it stirs something in you .. knowing he craves you as much as you do him. you make him work for it .. make him tell you how badly he wants your sloppy, wet kisses all over his face. ducking down, only inches away from his lips, you smile devilishly.
“hm?” you ask in an innocent and taunting tone, hovering right over his mouth. he nods, eyes never wavering from your lips. his lips part slightly and he breathes in your existence, ready for your lips to crash down. however, you dip down slowly, giving into him at your own discretion. his hand squeezes your body flush up against his. you can feel his hardened cock under the blanket. it makes your pussy throb knowing he’s already so desperate for you. you pull away to whisper against his lips in a cocky tone.
“might have to push the time back a little.” with one quick motion, daryl pushes your shoulder flat against the bed and hovers over top of you, taking every ounce of power back. he uses one of his rough hands to force your legs wide open.
“yeah... we will.” he grunts out, only centimeters away from your open mouth. he couldn't take anymore teasing, his cock was so hard it hurt. your brain went fuzzy, feeling his weight over top of you. it was going to be a long (and girthy) morning.
