Howl TWD AU Daryl DixonxOFC 5/15 +18
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Howl.
Daryl Dixon x OFC.
Warnings(For the all series); AU. M, Smut, +18, hurt/comfrot, blood, ABO references, Knot thing, a lot of references about werewolves mixed with my own imagination.
Warnings chapter: Violence. Bad language. Blood. Death. Gore. Hurt/Comfot. Nude.
Outside Narrator.
Words: 4200.
N/A: Yes, I know, I use Woodbury a lot in my stories, but Seasons 2 and 3 are my favorites and they can’t live in a prison…. Woodbury is the closest thing… and yes, Rick and Michonne are together because I love them and I miss them a lot, sorry if someone is unhappy about this.
N/A: The story will be published every Friday.
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Part 5.
This is absurd, he’s confined in his own house, locked in his own room unable to move from his bed. He hears the two women moving around his house making so much noise that he can't even rest, but every time he tries to get out, Carol forces him back into bed. He grunts pulling his pillow over his head.
Fuck, he isn’t a kid.
Carol has arrived shortly after Daryl has left Ixeia alone again, a coffee has been made and the white haired woman has entered the cabin from the office with a small smile on her lips. Ixeia's question was still ringing in the Ranger's ears and made him uncomfortable, forcing himself to lower his head, avoiding her gaze.
"Rick told me what happened last night." She greets him by walking up to him, brushing against the hunter's bandaged arm and grimaces, still feeling the skin uncomfortable at the contact. "Are you okay?"
"'M fine..." he murmurs removing him arm from her best friend's hands and the woman frowns slightly. "Told ya it would be dangerous for us if she stayed."
"More dangerous would have been if she hadn't been. Now you and Rick could be dead." She defends her and Daryl mumbles through his teeth.
"If she hadn't been, they wouldn't have come..." Though that he can't say for sure, but still, he would have defended his people.
"You don't know that." She defends the she-wolf again and he sighs. "I'm glad you're okay, Daryl, Rick gave me quite a scare when he told me you had been attacked, I thought..."
"It wasn't that bad Carol, calm down, the clothes blocked the teeth and she attacked them before they actually bit me." He shrugs lying to his friend, he knows he has to do it so she doesn't worry again. "I can handle my work, I dunno need a babysitter," He says.
"No way, you're going to stay here in your room and rest, then I'll come change your bandages if you want."
"No need..." He insists, if she sees that his wounds are healed, the fright will be even greater.
So there he is, lying in bed watching the hours go by with absolutely no power. His ears alert him when he hears the bedroom door open. He removes the pillow from his head to see Ixeia standing by the door, she has a tray with her, some bandages and a bottle of alcohol to disinfect his wounds. He sighs scratching his forehead with his thumb. Daryl sits up on the bed leaning his back against the back of the bed gesturing with his head for her to come in. She carefully closes the door behind her and walks over to the table the Ranger has there and sets the tray on top.
"I know you don't need me to change your bandages, but Carol has insisted..." She mutters taking the bandages in her hands, fidgeting nervously. Daryl clicks his tongue in annoyance, but nods his head allowing the young woman to approach him.
"That woman’s incapable listenin’ to me." He mutters under his breath watching as the she-wolf smiles at that, she walks over to the bed carefully sitting on the edge of the bed. She holds the hunter's leg and begins to unwrap the bandage from his leg.
"Ezekiel is vulnerable to her commands too." She jokes holding Daryl's leg resting it on her lap slowly observing the obvious denticles of the wolves from last night. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier...I didn't mean to..."
"It ain’t matter. She's my best friend, that ain’t gonna change ‘cause ya asked a question ‘bout our past. We both know where we stand and our feelings have changed over time. She's happy with Ezekiel and I'm happy for them." He shrugs, his eyes fixed on the fingers of the young woman who caresses his skin gently, watching the wounds continue to close, slowly. His skin goes goosebumps at her touch, her warm skin brushing against his now more sensitive one.
"You're healing well, you'll still need to rest for a couple of days." She gives him a sidelong glance and Daryl smirks, the alcohol on his wounds making him hiss through his teeth, but she holds him carefully as she bandages him again.
"I gotta ninety-six years more experience than ya, I think I know when I can or can't move."
"You've been attacked by two young wolves, your ninety-six years of experience maybe are a weakness to your recovery. The older we get, more it counts to recover, especially..." Hush looking sideways at him, Daryl frowns.
"Say it." He growls through gritted teeth and she looks down, uncomfortable.
"Especially to a Metis..." She says quietly feeling intimidated by his stare.
"What would a pup like ya know about what a Metis can or can't do?" he hisses through his teeth letting out a growl from his throat and she groans low at the low tone of his voice. She shakes her head trying to ignore the conversation, continue to check his wounds. She grabs his hand to remove the bandages from his arm. Daryl closes his hand over hers, the she-wolf startles looking sideways at him, the hunter's gaze still fixed on her, scowling. "Ya still dunno realize it’s all yer fault?"
"I... I don't want to leave..." She mutters undoing the bandage on his arm.
"If ya leave, that pack would leave with ya, they've only come for ya, they ain’t gonna leave until ya leave with them."
"It isn’t my pack, I joined their trail because I needed to leave where I was, but I never wanted to stay with them."
"Then why are they lookin’ for ya?"
"Because their leader wanted me to be his Omega and... and I said no, I guess he still wants me to be his mate..." She confesses feeling her cheeks redden violently and Daryl snaps derisively.
"So that's it, a lovers' quarrel." He says mockingly.
"It's not... I'm not attached to him, I never accepted him... They chased me and attacked me, then Carol found me and... you know the rest..."
"And what do ya expect to get here, me claimin’ ya? That ain’t gonna happen. ‘M a Metis, remember?" His voice is laced with acid irony and she senses disappointment and embarrassment.
"I'm not looking for anything, just a place to stay, a place to belong, like you..."
"Endangerin’ all its inhabitants in the process?"
"No..." She whispers, the door to the room opens, Carol peeks through it with a soft smile. Ixeia holds Daryl's arm to cover his wounds discovering old burnt skin marks on his fingers, she frowns slightly looking at him. "Silver?" She asks quietly, though she knows Carol is there.
"Yes, as I told ya before. I'm quite a bit more experienced than ya." He doesn't repeat the age, of course, in front of Carol it might cause a shock to the woman.
"Is everything all right? I hope this sourpuss is behaving himself." Carol jokes entering the room, looking at the arm the she-wolf is already wrapping with clean bandages and she smiles nodding.
"Yeah, he's a good patient, he barks a lot, but he doesn't bite." She tries to joke seeing a sly smile mark on his mouth.
"I wouldn't get too close, just in case." Jokes the man and feels the young woman's scent shoot up and her whole body shakes. Daryl's hand closes tighter over hers feeling his own instinct overflow. "Have ya two had enough of goin’ around my house? Are ya gonna leave me alone now?" he growls hoarsely and throat clears trying to control himself. Carol shrugs but nods her head.
"If you don't need anything more, we're going home now and we'll be back tomorrow to take care of the office."
"I've already told ya that ain’t necessary." She rolls her eyes with some boredom. "I'll feel better tomorrow, I dunno need a babysitter."
"As you say, come on Ixeia, we have to run some errands for Ezekiel and get back home." The young woman nods her head getting up from the bed, letting him lie back down. Carol walks over to him and kisses him lovingly on the forehead, the man smiles at the gesture and settles in putting his good arm under his head.
Ixeia watches them silently from the bedroom doorway, she can feel the bond between them and feels jealous of it, but she has no right, the man doesn't belong to her and she has a family that adores and loves her. One last look connects with Daryl's who only responds with a low growl before the door closes.
Carol says nothing for a few minutes on the way home. Ixeia carries the bags Carol has needed to buy for Ezekiel, the she-wolf is very quiet, normally Carol enjoys a nice conversation with the young woman, knowing what she has done during the day or when she asks her things about Daryl, which has always caught the Carol’s attention, but now the she-wolf says nothing, she simply walks beside her with her gaze fixed on the ground and a sad gesture.
"Are you okay? Are you sure Daryl hasn't opened his mouth again when he shouldn't have?"
"No... In fact, I've been the one asking questions I shouldn't have..." She mutters feeling her cheeks redden again.
"Wow, don't worry about that, Daryl is usually easily offended, not just because you said something uncomfortable, but because he doesn't tolerate talking too much, you know, that feelings thing he doesn't handle well."
"No, no...I don't..." She tries to defend him, but she knows that in front of Carol it's impossible, the gray-haired woman knows much more than she always says at first.
Carol isn’t an idiot, she has seen the clear interest that the young woman has always presented towards the ranger, it has never been a secret, everyone knows that Ixeia has a particular interest in Daryl, but some have stopped giving it importance after so many rejections by the older one, however Carol is convinced that there is something else. She can't say for sure that her best friend has feelings for the young girl, he has always been completely opposed to that idea, but there is something that binds them together somehow.
"Daryl's never been good with it, but neither have you, you're as transparent as glass, young lady." She jokes and the young woman feels her face burn. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, I'm sure Daryl could be your father, a very young one, but otherwise, there's nothing wrong with how you feel..."
"Daryl still loves you..." She blurts out without being aware of her own words and Carol pauses only to laugh so hard that even the she-wolf is offended by her laughter.
"Oh, you're so innocent, did Daryl really cheat you out of it? I'm going to have a serious talk with him." She laughs again and the she-wolf is tremendously confused right now. "Daryl and I have been through a lot, it's true, but our feelings have never crossed the boundary of a good friendship." She shrugs and the young wolf stays quiet, she frowns because she doesn't believe that Daryl lied to her about Carol and himself, there's something more to it all, she's sure of it.
Without another word from either of them, they continue on their way home. There Henry helps Ixeya to keep her mind always active, to learn new things, he even instructs her in some basic mathematics and a bit of human history, which is not really important for her, to defend herself in the world, but it is always good to broaden one's knowledge. Nevertheless the young girl's mind keeps turning over and over again.
Maybe it's true, maybe Daryl has only tricked her to stop insisting, maybe they never got to love each other that way, maybe they did, but as Daryl told her, their feelings had changed over time and it had simply all turned into a much stronger friendship, or maybe the man had been so scared that he could hurt her friend that he hadn't even confessed his feelings for her, he simply accepted that another man conquered her heart by accepting the position as best friend, like a brother.
Something tightens in her chest and she whimpers low unconsciously, Henry looks at her worriedly, but says nothing as the she-wolf hasn't even noticed that she has caught his attention. Her own distress is taking over in her mind. She sighs heavily and rests her head on the table. Henry decides not to insist on the class and continues to prepare his own exercises for school.
Daryl is startled that night when he senses a presence in the woods. He gets up from his chair in the office, perhaps Carol and Ixeia have been struggling to get their work done that afternoon, but Daryl has his own mechanism for getting things done and seeing everything jumbled on his desk is giving him an ulcer more dangerous than his wounds. Carefully he leaves the office discovering Ixeia outside, she hugs herself and looks nervous.
"What are ya doin’ here? I told ya I dunno need a babysitter."
"You never told her how you felt about her..." Is all she responds and Daryl purses his lips together needing a moment to figure out what the hell she's talking about.
"I told ya I was late, what's this ‘bout now?"
"Carol doesn't know...she thinks that..." And the she-wolf suddenly starts crying and Daryl doesn't understand what's going through her head. “You never told her… You just… gave up.”
"Why do ya care? 's my life, ya just got here, what makes ya think ya can come and fix my life?" He advances a few steps towards her feeling his leg a little sore from the movement.
"Because... because you're a Metis do you think you have to be unhappy?"
"I ain’t unhappy." He growls when he reaches her. "I choose how I live, I always did, ya should start worryin’ about yerself instead of meddlin’ in other people's lives."
"No..." She sobs shaking her head, Daryl frowns harder and clenches his fists.
"Stop it, fuck! stop it now!" He growls louder and she snarls back, for a moment the man is surprised, but his instinct acts before his conscience. A threat escapes his mouth with a hoarse sound born again from his throat and she answers again, her eyes flash challenging him.
There is a moment of silence, the two still studying each other carefully, the threat clear in the growls stuck in their throats, but there is something else. There is a clear signal between them, they have noticed that aren’t alone anymore. The little argument has attracted the attention of unwanted people and they both feel them start to surround them.
They quickly turn and block the wolves that are lunging at them, throwing them away from their position. Instinctively Daryl and Ixeia join their backs to watch their surroundings. Growls are heard all around them, again a pair of wolves rush at them from the darkness of the forest. They attack their limbs, bite and scratch, but they don't really seem to want to hurt them, they are just keeping them there, equally the two fight against them, based on punches, kicks and some roaring to keep them away, their attackers run from the darkness of the forest to get them like bullets, it is the strategy they are following to try to mislead the pair, but neither of them gives in. Ixeia roars violently and the wolves bark away.
Daryl has his hands resting on his knees with his breath hitching, both of their bodies ache all over, they have knocked their opponents down time and time again, but these have managed to wound them on occasion and Daryl still feels weak from his previous fight. The young she-wolf is still alert, there's something she doesn't like about it all.
"There were only two of them... Where are the others?" She asks the air and a howl far away from the hut gives them both goosebumps.
"The village..." Gasps Daryl.
The two freeze in their position, no, it can't be. Ixeia knows them, they wouldn't attack an entire village just to get her attention, just to get her back. A growl beside her alerts her and she turns in fright.
"Oh shit, Daryl, not now." She panics seeing the man convulse.
Daryl can't handle it. The pain throughout his body is too much, the wounds, the exhaustion, everything is overtaking him, taking control of his actions. His body vibrates violently and he grits his teeth hard, the sound coming out of his throat more and more guttural, more animalistic. His instinct is taking over his mind. Fear is invading his judgment and anger powers his animal nature.
"Daryl!" Ixeia calls out to him running towards him to stop him. The Ranger's jaw unhinges into a cruel and deformed grimace.
It's too late though; Daryl's body suddenly stretches, sharply and violently, all his bones crunching at once, the snapping sound as it breaks echoing throughout the darkness of the forest. Daryl howls in pain, his arm increasing in size and strength as he shoots it towards the young she-wolf who is thrown into a tree, crashing into it. She whimpers in pain and lies in shock on the ground for a few seconds. Daryl adopts an imperfect hybrid form, his powerful paws barely hold him, his body lacks animal hair, barely a poor furr covers him, his arms are so long that they almost touch the ground with their knuckles, his head hasn’t transformed into a full wolf, rather he still has human features, just his snout has lengthened and his teeth have become long and deadly fangs. Pain runs through his entire body, cowering in on himself he tries to bring human consciousness back to him, but he knows he’s lost. His body jerks once more, his bones creaking painfully again, the hybrid stands up on his paws and lets out another howl before breaking into a run in the direction of the village.
"Shit, Daryl!" Ixeia calls out to him but she knows it's useless, now the man is blinded by his instinct, like Metis he is unable to control his hybrid form, he is totally wild and dangerous, with luck his instinct will command him to attack those who are after his people, but she can't be sure about that either.
When she feels her head stop spinning she takes her wolf form and runs after the Metis to try to stop him.
He is tremendously fast, with his light body and long limbs he has reached the village in mere minutes, Ixeia is horrified, she follows a trail of blood and fur around the farms that are close to the forest line, the hybrid has run towards the Greene family farm and when she gets there she finds a scene that twists her stomach.
Several of her former littermates are there, torn apart, killed by a transient madness, she discovers the bodies split in half, their backs torn by a claw, some thrown so hard against trees or the walls of the Greene farm that they have broken their spines and now can’t walk properly. Ixeia runs to the aid of those still alive, pulling them away from the wrath of the Metis, hides them and asks them to get away from there. She hears a new howl and she too transforms into her hybrid form. She can't let Daryl go through with this massacre, she knows the man won't forgive himself when he comes to his senses.
Her companion growls low and she looks at him out of the corner of her eye, another one has gone for him, with eyes full of horror and fear he takes his friend and they walk away towards the forest. Ixeia takes advantage of seeing Daryl running after them to intercept him on the road.
She smashes him to the ground and roars, the Metis doesn’t respond to her threat, his claws scratch the young woman's face, he tries to squeeze her neck to suffocate her, but she moves and hits him with her fist in the face. Daryl roars and pushes her away from his body with his hind legs. Ixeia rolls along the ground of one of the Greene family fences, the cows have run away with all the commotion, scared to death by the wolves and the hybrid. She stops Daryl's jaws as he lunges for her again, using all her strength she forces him back to the ground and slams her fist into his face again, her intention is to knock him unconscious, that way maybe his human consciousness will return and his body will return to its human form on its own. But she's not sure either.
Daryl claws at her back, digging his claws so deep that blood stains the young woman's fur, who howls in pain. He grabs her head and bites her shoulder viciously, trying to make her strength diminish. The madness of the Metis seems to increase as it feels at a disadvantage with the young girl. There are many more blows, many more bites, scratches, wild roars that are interspersed with the collision of their bodies.
The Ranger breaks one of the she-wolf's legs with a sharp kick, she falls to the ground with a shriek of pain, but she doesn't fall alone, she holds her opponent's ankles and forces him to fall as well, biting his skin again, this time biting his neck, blood filling his mouth, the hybrid rolling between pain and despair under his body. Once again, ignoring his pain, he raises his fist and strikes Daryl's face and then something seems to change. Suddenly the Metis gasps and stops struggling, possibly from the great loss of blood. Ixeya moves a little away from him, dragging her sore body, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, still alert in case she has to attack again. Daryl tries to get into his skin, growls and shows his teeth as a threat, but he cannot. His body convulses and slowly his size decreases until he becomes a human body again. Ixeia closes her eyes for a second mentally thanking whatever it is that Daryl has stopped. Badly wounded she approaches him, her huge claws caress the man's scarred back, he looks up not without difficulty. There is a lot of blood, not only on him or her, all around him is all the evidence of what Daryl has done. The man lowers his head, feeling devastated. Ixeia hears the door to the Greene house open. She quickly grabs Daryl in her arms, hiding his body with her own and runs back out into the woods.
Hershel has to warn Rick and the others when he discovers the bleak sight of their farm that night. Otis takes Maggie and Beth back inside the house so they don't see it all. It is disgusting and grotesque, in front of the door of the house is a wolf torn in half, torn apart, not far away another one has its jaw snapped, ripped off, against a tree, pierced by a thick branch, a young man who looks somewhere between a wolf and a human, he couldn't even change form to run away. Rick appears there with Shane and Ezekiel, they all need a moment to process what they are seeing before they get to work cleaning up all that horror. Carol looks around for the body of her young she-wolf, but it's nowhere to be found, and in a way, she's relieved.
"Where is Ixeia?" she asks looking at her companions.
"I saw her running into the forest." Hershel says. "I think she was running after... whatever did this..."
"Okay..." She whispers, but she's not sure if that's a good thing.
Not far away, the she-wolf has regained her human form, she is curled up on an unmade bed, her body is full of blood and wounds, she trembles still recovering from the horror she has faced, regaining strength after her confrontation against the hybrid, she caresses with utmost love and care the hair of the man curled against her, his hair completely wet in sweat and blood, his head resting on her bare belly, one of his hands clinging so tightly to her waist that it will leave one more soft mark. Daryl's body can't stop shaking, his whole being screams out in pain, in rage, in frustration. His bones ache, his torn muscles can't stop vibrating, searching for their shape again. He grits his teeth and hides his face against her belly, panting, trying to melt against her. Ixeia purrs a little louder and her Omega presence imposes itself a little more on him, steadying his very being, healing his wounds slowly, but no less painfully. The young woman's fingers continue to stroke the man's locks of hair.
"They're safe..." She whispers against the Metis' ear. "You saved them, Daryl, rest... your body needs it."
Daryl moans low against her skin, the pain is still intense and takes hold of him, driving him into a state of unconsciousness, watched over by the young Lupus who keeps stroking his hair and healing his body with her own presence.
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