Warnings/Tags: smut with no plot, dbf!shane, grimes!reader, bunny!reader, dom!shane, female reader (she/her) with female anatomy, hair pulling, unprotected p in v sex, no outbreak!au, established relationship, no use of Y/N
Word count: 198 words
A/N: Super short blurb, but I had to get this out of my head. I wrote this after taking a sleep med, so I apologize if it’s dogshit. This is my way of announcing that I’m also writing for Shane now. It’s also bunny!reader’s debut. This isn't my usual posting time, but this needed to be out lmao.
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“Shhh. We have to be quiet, bunny. Ain’t want your daddy to hear you, do we?”
As Shane spoke, his large palm was clasped over your mouth, and he drove into you from behind. He had you bent over the bathroom counter and your bare chest was pressed against the cool marble. Rick, your father, and the rest of your family were in the backyard for a barbecue. You’d had a moment to sneak away with his best friend and Shane was taking full advantage of that. You took a ragged breath and answered him, your voice was muffled.
“N-no, sir.”
“That’s what I thought. Keep those pretty lips sealed.”
He didn’t want you to speak, so you simply hummed in agreement. Shane’s free hand was holding you in place, while he continued to thrust his thick cock in and out of your cunt. He was trying to keep it down, but low grunts kept escaping from his throat. Finding his release, he didn’t wait for you to reach yours before roughly pulling out. You cried out in frustration, but sharp tug to your hair made you stop. His voice was firm when he spoke again.
Rick needs something. Daryl tells him to go grab it. "S'in ma bag."
But upon pulling out said needed item, several small papers follow.
"The hell?" His voice raised enough to have Daryl take a few steps back to him but freezing at the sight.
Rick held the collection of polaroids he had forgotten to take out of his bag.
Polaroids of your chest, his hand over one breast. Or sucking on his fingers. His hand around your throat. But the worst ones he took that night were the ones of his cock stuffed in your leaking pussy, a small freshly cut heart on your thigh beside it.
"You're sleeping with my daughter?" He snapped at his dearest friend. His trusted him. He trusted you.
Daryl had no answer. It was clear from the photos that he had been hiding his relationship with you from everyone, but still he tried to soften the blow. "I don' like others knowin'. They pry 'n ask shit I don' wanna talk about."
It's true Daryl was a very closed off person, but Rick still couldn't get it into his head you were willingly letting the man hurt you. He still had the photo with the bleeding heart jn his hand, fingers covering the parts he really disn't need to see.
Daryl saw him stare. He knew what bothered him and hoped his words were enough. "She's okay with it all. Always ask 'er first."
Rick sighed and put aside the photos, dumping them back in the bag and moving on with the reason they came here in the first place.
"You, me and her talk over dinner tonight. First we do this and head home."
Fem!Grimes!Reader, Rick Grimes X Daughter!Reader, Carl Grimes X Sister!Reader (Platonic/Familial)
Warnings: Swearing
Summary: Season One, Episodes 1-3.
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A/N: I’m thinking of making this a series! Not a full rewrite of the show but important parts of the story just including you as a Grimes. Ex. Carl getting shot, Lori’s pregnancy, the prison falling, the line up. Let me know what you think! :)
The end of the world was something you never thought you’d live to see. Something you never thought you’d live to feel. It was utter terror that had consumed you as you stood with your mother and Shane as you watched the bombs descend into the city.
The way your mother clutched onto you like a life line as she buried her head into your shoulder, refusing to watch the chaos erupting just mere miles away.
You didn’t look away, you couldn’t. You felt your heart break with every building that collapsed, could feel the rattling of the explosions in your very bones.
It was Shane who had pulled your attention away, clutching you to his chest and shielding your eyes.
You let him, soft sobs escaping your mouth. Eyes squeezed shut to block out the noise of the bombs and the panicked screams of those around you. And for just a second, it wasn’t Shane’s arms you felt around you, but the warm embrace of your father instead.
Then your mother was grabbing your arm, mumbling about Carl who was sitting back at the car with Sophia, Carol and her asshole of a husband who you had met while trying to reach the evacuation center.
Not a few weeks later and Shane had become unofficial leader of a small group of survivors, your family included.
The lot of you had set up around a quarry and after getting settled, you were all given jobs. You were in charge of keeping an eye on the kids when their mother’s were busy, and just generally helping out where you could.
You didn’t mind the kids, the job giving you more time to bond with your brother, Carl.
Before the apocalypse you were a high school senior, and Carl was an elementary student. While the two of you didn’t dislike the other, between school and your part time job it was hard to bond with him. But after the loss of your father and the start of the apocalypse, the two of you were never seen apart. You’d be damned if you lost him too.
“We’re heading out.” Glenn’s voice spoke from behind you, making you flinch and breaking you from your thoughts
You turned towards him, flicking the front of his baseball cap. “You scared the shit out of me.”
Glenn had been the first person that you had formed a relationship with outside of your small family circle. The two of you were close in age, with a similar sense of humor and taste in music. He was always kind, always asking if you needed anything or helping you round up the kids when needed.
Shane liked to tease the two of you, as did Dale, but the relationship between you two was always on the platonic side. Glenn was like the older brother you never had.
“Sorry.” He replied with a sheepish smile. “You need anything while we’re out?”
You thought for a moment. “If you find anything for the kids that would be great. Oh, and we’re running low on feminine products. If you just tell Andrea she should know what to get.”
“Got it, we’ll be back in a few hours.” He turned to walk away but you were quick to grab his arm, giving him a tight hug that he was quick to reciprocate.
“Be safe, and come back.” You muttered, and he nodded, giving you one last tight squeeze before running off to find the others he’d be leaving with.
“Don’t I get a hug, sweetheart?”
Merle Dixon’s voice rang out from behind you. A racist pig who got on everyone’s nerves and pushed his younger brother around like a slave. Something he’d probably been doing since before the apocalypse.
You opened your mouth to respond to him, but someone else beat you to it.
“Leave ‘er alone, Merle. She’s just a kid.” Daryl grumbled from behind his brother.
“Ah, don’t worry little brother, she’s eighteen. It’s completely legal.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.
“I’d rather sleep with a walker.” You muttered. “Don’t you have somewhere to be, anyways?” You pointed to Glenn, who was waving Merle’s way.
“Conversation ain’t over sweetheart.” Merle quipped before hurrying away.
“It definitely is.” You muttered as you rolled your eyes before turning towards Daryl, who gave you a sheepish look.
“Sorry bout him.” He mumbled.
You hummed. “Not your fault, you have nothing to be sorry for.”
He stayed silent.
“You going hunting?” You asked.
He nodded. “Was just about to head out.”
“Perfect, give me one second.” You turned away from, grabbing the satchel that sat on ground beside you and rifling through it. You pulled out a bundle of newspapers, letting the satchel drop back to the ground as you handed it to Daryl.
He took it from you, peeling back the paper to peak inside.
“Fish?” He questioned.
“Amy and Andrea caught a lot yesterday. I cooked a couple pieces for you last night.” You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. “I know you usually go hunting when Merle leaves and I thought you’re probably sick of raw squirrel, so I made you something else to eat. Should last for a day or two.”
He sent a soft smile your way, bundling the paper up once more before bringing his hand up to ruffle your hair. “Thanks, kid.”
“Yeah, of course.”
Daryl went off, heading into the woods with his fish and crossbow. It wasn’t long before you were turning back to your task at hand, which was finding Amy and Andrea more bait for fishing.
As you bent down to dig your fingers into the soil of the ground to search for worms, small arms wrapped around your waist.
You let out a soft chuckle. “Need something, Carl?”
“Watcha’ doing?” He asked.
“Looking for worms, wanna help?”
“Yes! Wait, no. Dale sent me to look for mom so I gotta find her first.” He replied. “Do you know where she is?”
“I believe she’s looking for firewood. Why don’t you let her do that, while we look for worms. You can catch her when she comes back.” You responded, and with a quick glance around and no sign of Shane, you knew where she really was.
You weren’t an idiot, you knew of the relationship between Shane and your mother. She was terrible at hiding it, if you were honest.
You didn’t exactly like it, but you didn’t hate it. You trusted Shane, had grown up with him. He was there when you were born, had seen every low and high you’d faced, even took you joyriding in his cruiser when you got a license. And when you got dumped in sophomore year, he was there to take you out to dinner and a movie before bringing you to egg the asshole’s house.
He was also there when your dad got shot and he had then been the one to tell you that your father died. Shane was the reason you’d survived so long and you couldn’t thank him enough.
He was a good man, a great man, but he wasn’t your father. It also wasn’t your decision who your mother slept with, so you did the responsible thing and kept your opinion to yourself.
“If you find more than ten I’ll let you keep one, deal?” Carl beamed at the idea, instantly kneeling to the ground and ripping up dirt.
You laughed, ruffling his hair before doing your own search for the slimy critters.
A few hours passed, the sun beginning to settle when you started getting antsy.
You had filled two small pails of worms thanks to Carl, colored with Sophia and even had time to do a load of laundry.
Amy was sick with worry and her anxiety wasn’t making you feel any better. You knew the few of your people that had gone out to scavenge should’ve been back by now and you couldn’t help but think of the worst possibilities.
As you clipped the last wet shirt in your hand onto a clothesline, voices reached your ears.
“Is it them? Are they back?” Amy asked, and it was then you heard the alarm of a car.
You made your way over, the other group members making their way along with you.
“Well I’ll be damned.” Dale muttered as he looked through his binoculars.
“What is it?” Amy asked.
“A stolen car is my guess.” He replied.
You felt a hand on your shoulder, and turned to see your mother who was holding Carl’s hand with Shane standing right behind her.
A red sports car blaring it’s alarm pulled up next to the RV Dale owned, and the group was quick to make their ways towards it.
Glenn came out, grinning from ear to ear.
“Holy crap, turn that damn thing off!” Dale chastised as Shane made his way to the front of the car.
“I don’t know how!” Glenn replied and you had to stifle your laugh.
“Would you pop the damn hood, please?” Shane called as Amy ran over, questioning Glenn about her sister’s whereabouts.
When Glenn didn’t answer, Shane repeated himself, this time with more authority.
“Okay, okay!” Glenn quickly popped the hood of the car.
“Is she okay? Where is she?” Amy pushed.
“She’s all right, she’s okay!”
“Is she coming back? Why isn’t she with you?”
You made your way to Amy, grabbing ahold of her arm gently. “Relax, he said she’s okay so she’s okay.” You assured her.
“She’s fine, everyone is fine.” Glenn spoke. “Well, Merle not so much.”
Before you could speak, Shane was quick to cut you off. “Are you crazy, driving this wailing bastard up here? Are you trying to draw every walker for miles?”
“I think we’re okay.” You muttered, and Shane sent a glare towards you.
“You call being stupid okay?”
“Well the alarm was echoing all over these hills, hard to pinpoint the source.” Dale pointed out, coming to your rescue.
Shane’s hardened expression switched to him, and Dale put his hands up in surrender. “I’m not arguing, I’m just saying. But it wouldn’t hurt you to think things through more carefully next time.”
He pointed towards Glenn, who muttered out a sorry. “Got a cool car though.” He said with a smile, gesturing towards the red vehicle.
It was then that a truck approached, pulling up behind the sports car.
You watched the rest of your group exit the vehicle, Andrea running towards Amy and Morales making his way towards his family.
Jackie and T-Dog were next but Merle was nowhere to be seen.
“How’d y’all get out of there anyways?” Shane questioned and Glenn was quick to respond.
“New guy, he got us out.”
Your brows furrowed as Shane asked your unanswered question. “New guy?”
“Yeah,” Morales replied. “crazy vato just got into town.” He turned towards the truck. “Hey helicopter boy! Come say hello!” He yelled.
You watched as the man stepped out of the truck and your heart stopped.
The hair, the face, the uniform. It couldn’t be. There’s no way, it couldn’t be real.
You couldn’t move, couldn’t even comprehend what was happening as you watched your father exit the truck, hand going over his mouth as he caught sight of your brother.
“Dad!? Dad!” Carl screamed, and then he was running.
Your father scooped him up, tears falling from his eyes as the two fell to the ground in their embrace.
“Oh my god.” Your father cried.
He stood, arms around your brother who had latched onto him as your mother made her way over.
You watched, standing stone still in your spot as he embraced her, squeezing the two tightly.
“Y/N? Where’s Y/N?” He asked, gaze drifting around before his eyes landed on you.
You blinked. “Dad?” You croaked, and it was like a dam broke. Tears flooded your eyes as you rushed towards him.
Carl let go of him, stepping out of the way as you barreled into your father. Rick’s arms wrapped tightly around you as you shook, gasping in lungfuls of air between sobs as he held you.
“I thought… Shane said…” But you couldn’t finish your sentence, burying your face into the crook of his neck and holding onto him with all the strength in your body, as if letting him go would cause him to float away.
“It’s okay.” He shushed, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “I’m here.”
can someone pls help me find this TWD fic, pretty pls…
What I remember (spoiler alert):
Basically the reader is related to Rick (cant remember if she’s his daughter or niece) and Negan ends up shooting her when he comes back to Alexandria with his crew. It was an accident, i think she got in front of someone to protect them. But he sees how it effects rick and mocks him until someone points out why he’s so upset. It had originally been kept a secret from Negan and them that they were related in hopes of protecting her from something just like this. Pretty sure she dies…
this is so sad and angsty but I really wanna read it again pls, and if ur the one who wrote this story, BIG SHOUTOUT TO U <3
Being a Grimes was a hard life to live. Your father as an ex-sheriff, mom a cheating whore and your little brother a menace. The apocalypse didn’t help your hatred towards Lori, her cheating with Shane when you all thought your father, Rick, to be dead in the hospital bed you were dragged away from. You felt sort of relieved when Lori passed giving birth to Judith, of course it was rough to lose your mom, but she no longer felt like your mom at that point.
Carl always hated you for how you acted towards her, but when your family reached Alexandria, you had the chance to explain and his attitude changed drastically. While Alexandria felt too good to be true to begin with, your group melded seamlessly into the community. A few months or so passed with little incident, meeting Jesus from Hilltop, living in a false sense of peace. In the time of peace you had, you were going crazy without music, the songs running through your head never letting you fall asleep easy.
So, you fixed up an old iPod with hundreds of songs left on it from before the fall of humanity. Skipping through the house you shared with your blood family, you slid on your socks into the kitchen blasting Choke by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME. You were in your own little world of music when Daryl walked into the room, staring you down with an amused look for a little before he cleared his throat. A gasp left you in panic when you slipped and fell onto the floor, your back meeting it on a personal level once more.
“Fuck Daryl! What the hell?!”
His laugh filled your ears as you grabbed the counter to pull yourself from the floor. You couldn’t help yourself and started laughing at yourself with your boyfriend, his hands clutching his stomach as he keels over. You make your way over and smack his shoulder lightly while wheezing out a small ‘stop it!’. The both of you kept laughing until you slipped again and pulled Daryl down with you by mistake. He landed half on top of you with a grunt as you coughed from his weight being thrown on you suddenly. The laughter stopped after you gave a few more giggles, glancing up to the doorway to see Rick staring you down with that dad look on his face. You panic and push at Daryl’s shoulders trying to get him off of you before your dad came and beat the hell out of his best friend for being on top of his little girl... again.
Daryl stayed pinned on top of you while your dad stared holes into the back of his head. You pushed at his shoulders more urgently, your eyes filled with panic. The crossbow wielding man suffocating you looked up and over his shoulder at the sound of cowboy boots, knowing that only Rick Grimes wore those in Alexandria. He panicked as well, scrambling off you before your dad could reach you, his hands pulling you from the floor to use you as a shield of human meat.
“What were you two just doing? You better not have been fuckin’ my little girl Dixon. If you were I swear to whatever god is-”
“Dad! Stop it! We weren’t doing anything...I sort of slipped and fell and... Daryl fell with me.”
Blue eyes pierced yours before finding that you were telling the truth and nodded, clearing his throat and scratching at his head nervously,
“Maggie's gone into labour. We have to go to Hilltop. Doc says we shouldn’t rush it though. She’s not dilatated yet, but she asked for you by her side, Y/N.”
Both you and Daryl gasp at the news, you scrambling to get your running shoes and a sweater to keep warm. Daryl stared you down as you ran around the downstairs floor of the house for your things. Once you collected them, you kissed Daryl on the cheek as well as your dad before you were out of the house in a blur of black. You no longer cared what your father would say to your boyfriend, just focused on getting to your best friend who was going to give birth soon.
You muttered hellos towards people you passed on your sprint, their eyes wide as they watched you go. When you reached the building you slowed your pace to a walk, entering the building panting and sweating and tired, but that was easily forgettable when you saw the state that Maggie was in. Glenn was at her side as you expected, him not looking the best either as he watched over and talked to his wife. As Maggie looked up at you, relief came over her face before she winced and clutched at her stomach, Glenn grasping her hands in worry. You stumbled to her side, Glenn matching your concern that she waved away even though she looked like the dead wandering outside.
“Maggie... you are not ok. I’m going to find my dad... you’re way worse than you seem. Stay right here!”, you pointed at her spot in the bed as you kissed her forehead and sprinted away, yelling for Eugene to get everyone to the RV.
More people watched you like you were crazy, your hair flying behind you and your steps echoing through the safe zone. Daryl, who had escaped your dad started running with you, questions flying at you as you ran. You answered all of them and he immediately broke away to gather everyone in your group for the trip, also wanting it to be as safe as possible for Maggie and the baby. As soon as you reached your house, you called for your dad and Michonne responded in a tone of confusion and calm. You sprinted upstairs after Michonne’s call back, her stopping you from falling as you tripped on the edge of the carpet.
“Dad! Maggie is getting worse, so much worse, we have to go! Right now!”, you tugged on Michonne’s hands, beckoning your dad to hurry the fuck up because he was just staring at you like he found Daryl on you again.
They both reacted after a minute, shushing noises coming from both of them as Rick walked towards you to gather you in a hug. You sagged into it as Michonne rubbed your back, both shushing you still before Carl walked in and asked why he heard yelling. Then was when you started up again, tugging at you dad this time, ranting about how pale and weak Maggie looked in the bed. Carl reacted similar to you and began panicking, muttering about who would take care of Judith. You insisted that Olivia should but your dad silenced conversation.
“BE QUIET. OK. Y/N, you will stay and take care of Judith, Carl, grab your gun and lets get Maggie to Hilltop before dark. Don’t fight this, Y/N. You know you can’t put Maggie under more stress.”, his eyes met yours and you sighed knowing at every turn for the worse you would breakdown more and more.
“Ok...”, you turned to Carl again and gripped his shoulders, “Don’t do anything dumb there kiddo. Stay safe and take care of Maggie.”
He nodded and hugged you before he left the room, Rick hugging you once more as Michonne nodded at you. You followed Carl's steps out of the room and back to the streets of Alexandria. You noticed Rosita and Abraham walking from a house and sprinted to them, sliding to a stop in front of them.
“Don’t let Carl get hurt. I trust you both. I know you’ll keep an eye out for him. I have to stay and watch Judith... be safe.”, you hugged them both quickly before jogging to find the next group of people heading out.
You came across everyone else already at the RV, Rick holding Judith and waiting for you to approach. You know he knew you would be running around telling everyone to stay safe and to say a goodbye to Maggie. You grabbed your little sister from his arms, smiling at her coo of content being held by her sister. Your head turned rapidly through the group, searching for your boyfriends gruff expression when you spotted him, Glenn and Abraham helping Maggie out on a cot from the infirmary. You walked over to go through your stay safe speech, Maggie holding your hand until she was in the door of the RV, Rick now helping to lift her into the back onto the bed. Daryl stayed back to give you a peck on lips, you exchanged “I love you’s” and stay safes before he was in the RV and then they were gone. You waved at the RV with Judith until it was out of sight, a sigh leaving you as you walked back to the house to play with your sister before it was time for her dinner.
You estimated it had been at least two hours since your family had left with Maggie. Having no way to know if they were alright terrified you, but you stayed calm because if you had panicked, Judith would’ve been crying as well and you could never calm her when you weren’t. Your little sister had fallen asleep on you as you had read her a beat up children’s book in hopes of making her tired after eating. When she finally did, you placed her gently in her crib and wandered to the kitchen. You stared at the floor in contemplation of whether or not you wanted water or orange juice. During your decision you may have zoned out... but we don’t mention that. Holding your glass of orange juice, you sighed. This was the second longest you had ever gone without knowing how your group was. It made you anxious, so anxious that you left the house quietly to sit by the little pond near the back walls of the community. The calm water always allowed you to calm your thoughts but as you sat watching the small ripples, it made you more anxious. You had to move, do something with your body because you just could not sit still, your bouncing leg testifying the truth behind your thoughts (unlike Amber Heard). So you got up and began a jog. It was all you could think of until the old crap box of an ipod fell from your pocket. You stared at it reflecting the moonlight before you realized that staring at it wouldn’t turn it on and calm your thoughts as you ran.
Turning the ipod on and stuffing the headphones into your ears, you started your journey as a light jog. Your pace slowly progressed as you made your way around the entire community, soon enough you were sprinting through streets and weaving around lamp posts under the light of the full moon and stars. The breeze caressed your shoulders as you ran for a while, only stopping when you nearly fell over the edge of a sidewalk. When you did and wiped your brow of sweat, looking around to see where you ended up. Seeing that you ended up at the gates, you sighed remembering why you had began your run in the first place. Time wasn’t really something you were entirely sure of anymore so when you glanced at the ipod time out of habit, you sighed. You never asked any member of Alexandria if they had a clock that was never changed, so your ipod time just read 1:23am. You estimated it might be right but really you just hoped it wasn’t. That would mean that your family had gone for most of the day and night, with no way of knowing when they would be back...well. Until the gates opened for the RV as you had started a slow walk back to the house. Seeing it covered in bullet holes and the look on your dads face as he drove, you knew deep down that something happened.
Your worst fears were confirmed when the door opened and out stepped everyone except for Glenn, Maggie, Abraham and Daryl. Not seeing them brought tears to your eyes as you rushed to your dad and pulled him into an embrace, looking around for answers. Rick looked like he had died and been revived three times with no proper recovery to look like a human again, Rosita was crying, Carl was dead silent and looking angry if anything. It did not settle well with you as your little brother made eye contact with you and shook his head before he walked away from everyone. No one gave you answers as they all split ways, whatever happened out there shaking them all to the core as your dad sobbed into your shoulder. Michonne was the only one who looked semi-normal, her hand steading you under your dads weight. You stared her down curiously, wanting answers about what had happened and where your boyfriend and best friends were. She just shook her head while staring at the back of Ricks head. You knew that meant it wasn't wise to discuss what happened in front of the broken man. He hadn’t cried this much since... well, since Lori died.
So, you went along with it and helped your dad to the house, silently as possible bringing him to his room where he could shower the blood off him and maybe regain some thought. When Michonne situated him under the stream of water and sat beside you on the couch, you didn’t ask what happened. You knew she would let you know when she was ready to put into words. The two of you sat in silence, only the water running providing background noise.
“Everything was on plan. We were making our way to Hilltop but we encountered blocks in the road. The saviors put them there. Negan. That’s the leaders name.”, Michonne took a big breath, not knowing how to explain the rest as she stared at her hands, “It was unexpected. They cornered us. Eugene took the RV the route we were going while we ran through the woods carrying Maggie on the stretcher. We were cornered that way too.”
You listened avidly, leaning forwards onto your knees and reaching to hold her hand, Michonne squeezing it lightly in thanks for your silent comfort.
“He made us kneel. On the ground, in front of him. Negan, I mean.”, she corrected herself when she saw your confusion, “There was a lot of them though. He said he was pissed about the outpost we attacked a while back. Said we had to pay for killing so many of his men, even when he sent more to kill us and we killed them.”
Michonne paused and tilted her head towards the stairs where the sound of the shower running was coming from, “Negan took your dad in the RV somewhere... he won’t talk about it. Before that... he took revenge.”
You could see the struggle in her mind on how to word the happenings before the RV trip with Negan. Michonne had just opened her mouth to phrase it gently, knowing you lost your boyfriend and two good friends without knowing it yet when Carl chimed in from the stairs as he walked down them to the kitchen.
“He bashed in Abrahams head with his baseball bat. Daryl got angry at his taunting, punched Negan, Negan got more angry and based in Glenn’s as well.”
He vanished up the stairs after that, leaving you and Michonne to stare after him in disbelief. On your end it was because you had learned so coldly that two of your friends had had their heads bashed in brutally by a baseball bat, which Michonne soon explained is also covered in barbed wire and called Lucille. You had scoffed at that, as any person would, but the look your dad’s girlfriend sent you had you rethinking your choices. She continued to explain that because of Daryl’s burst of energy and anger despite being injured caused Negan to take an interest him. Which led to the Saviors pulling him from the ground and into a truck to be taken to the sanctuary.
You had frozen, your mind blank with the thought that you wouldn’t be seeing your boyfriend in a long while despite seeing him earlier and everything was ok. Tears leaked down your face as you shrank into the couch, your entire body shaking as grief washed over you. Michonne rubbed your leg soothingly for a little while until the shower turned off, she then excused herself to go and stay with your dad, knowing you had your ways of dealing with sadness. She was right, you did. Sobbing still and shaking violently, you made your way outside again, walking with your head down until you made it to the gates. It would never be the same and you knew that when Rosita came up to you with tears streaming down her face as well and hugged you tightly.
As you both stood sobbing into each others shoulders, you knew that you both had just gotten closer, but also that safety was never something you would get again. With the moon casting shadows over your hugging figures as cries of despair filled the night, something had set in steel deep down inside you. You, along with the rest of the community, would never be the same. Not even with Jesus smiling at you from Hilltop.
Through Hell & Back (Daryl Dixon X F!Grimes!Reader)
Summary: (Y/N) Grimes and Daryl Dixon would go through hell and back for their big brothers. But something they realise along the way is that they might just be willing to do the same for each other.
Key: (Y/N) - your name
Warnings: Shane Walsh & Andrea existing, cursing, badly written accents, injuries, fights (physical & verbal), badly written reunions, attempted rape, death mentions, mentions of Rick ripping someone’s throat out with his teeth, Emotions
Word Count: 5,261 (yeah wow it’s a doozy)
Note: i am in love with this fic pls request more grimes!reader shit when requests are open i am begging you
“You need to get your priorities straight--”
“My priorities are straight! My brother comes before anything else-- anyone else, do you understand me?”
(Y/N) had been arguing with Shane since dawn. After screaming at him and nearly ripping his head off when he admitted he hadn’t watched Rick die, she was still going. She could do it all day.
“You would risk the lives of everyone here for him?” Shane whispered harshly.
She met his gaze with stubborn defiance. “In a heartbeat.”
“Even Carl?”
“Carl needs his father,” she spat, shoving him back. “And you don’t get to say anything else about this. You left him to die! I’m gonna find my brother and when I get back I’m gonna kick your ass so hard you taste leather.”
She stormed across camp to her tent. Still fuming, she packed her things as fast as she possibly could, ignoring the footsteps approaching her tent.
At first, (Y/N) figured they belonged to Shane, still wanting to argue with her, but when they paused outside, she knew it wouldn’t be him. He would’ve entered without hesitation, as would Lori, so it had to be--
Daryl cleared his throat as he came in.
"What do you want, Daryl?" (Y/N) muttered, shoving her supplies into a single duffel bag.
She didn't need a lot, especially if she was just going to drop into King County and see if her brother was still there. If he wasn't, it would be a whole different story.
"I'm comin' with ya," he said firmly.
She turned sharply on her hell. "Scuse me?"
"I said I'm comin' with ya," he repeated, his tone possibly more stubborn than hers. "You ain't goin' all the way to King by yerself."
She scoffed and turned back around, ignoring him in favor of packing her things. "Daryl Dixon, I never thought I'd see the day." Rolling her eyes, she continued. "I have to find Rick and nobody's changin' my mind."
"Didn't say I was tryin' to."
"I'm not taking you with me," she decided, swinging her back over her shoulder and looking back at him.
"Can't stop me," he glared.
She almost laughed. "The group needs you here more than I do. I won't be long and hopefully I'll have the dumbass with me when I get back."
"They can go without me," he suggested.
(Y/N) shook her head. "We both know they need the food you get from hunting. Stay here."
She went to leave the tent, but was stopped when he grabbed her arm. The smallest gasp left her lips. He'd never touched her before, not in the slightest. He'd never touched anybody except maybe Merle, who he'd smacked on the arm last week.
Since bringing Daryl and Merle Dixon into this group, (Y/N) was a lot less busy than she had been at the start. They brought in a good amount of food from the woods and she couldn't thank them enough for that. They were irritating as hell, mostly Merle, who nobody in their right mind liked. Daryl, on the other hand, was perfectly tolerable.
(Y/N) found herself hunting with him more often than not, actually. He was quiet, but so was she. His company was preferable to Shane's, that bastard.
"You would go through hell for Merle, wouldn't you?" She asked him suddenly, meeting his gaze evenly.
Though Daryl paused, he nodded. "And back."
"Then you know why I have to do this," she said, pulling his hand off her arm.
"That's why I'm goin with ya," he said again. "Nobody should go through hell alone."
Now that had her hesitating. She'd never taken him for the sweet type. By the look on his face, though, even he was shocked by his own words. He almost looked like he wanted to take them back.
"I'll be back soon. You stay here with Merle and the others," she said again. "If I'm not back in three days, then you can come after me."
"And you won't be pissed?"
She snorted. "Didn't say that." She bit her lip a little, sighing. "Just stay, okay? I need someone to be here that isn't Shane."
"Don't trust him?"
"Not anymore," she almost growled. "Sick fuck left my brother to die. Who knows what he'll do if we don't keep an eye on him?"
Daryl nodded at that. "I'll watch him."
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice surprisingly genuine.
After Shane told her that he hadn't, in fact, watched Rick die with his own two eyes, (Y/N)'s list of people she could trust was getting shorter. She always had Lori and Carl, that was for sure, but it wasn't like they would be much use except for emotional comfort.
At least now she could depend on Daryl and maybe even Merle if he was willing to help his little brother out. The others in the camp were trustworthy, too, she supposed, but not when it came to Shane. They listened to him. That was dangerous.
(Y/N) had hoped she could trust her brother's best friend since childhood in the wake of the apocalypse, but that plan had fallen out from under her feet. People in this camp trusted her, they listened to her, but they listened to him more. And after what he admitted to doing, she wasn't sure if she could do that anymore. It was better for her to leave, to go searching for her brother. Daryl would keep an eye on Carl and Lori and there wouldn't be any leadership disputes, at least not until she returned.
"You should tell the kid what's goin' on," Daryl suggested after a quiet moment. "He'll wanna know why his Aunt (Y/N) and Uncle Shane are shoutin'."
(Y/N) sighed deeply. "I know. I wish he hadn't seen that."
Daryl shrugged. "Might be better if he knows you and Shane ain't gettin' along. More likely to listen to ya."
"Maybe. Doesn't mean it won't hurt," she admitted. Shaking her head, she took a step out of the tent, Daryl following her. "Just do me a favor and keep an eye on 'em, Dixon."
"Yeah, well, you do me a favor and don't die out there," he shot back.
She laughed a little despite herself. "I'll try not to." Then, she turned to him, her tone serious. "Three days," she repeated. "Three days before you come lookin', okay?"
"Okay."
“I’ll hold you to it, too, Dixon. Don’t be late.”
He snorted as she went to leave, or at least find Carl so she could say goodbye.
I'm on my way, Rick, she thought as she left. I'm on my way.
That was four days ago.
Daryl had it in his head to leave yesterday, but then Officer Friendly informed him of Merle being missing and suddenly it was a double rescue mission. Of course, Daryl would probably regret trying to beat Rick up when (Y/N) came back, but in the moment, he'd wanted to make him pay for leaving his brother.
To be honest, part of his fury came from the fact that he would never have done that to Rick's sister. So how come he did it to Merle? Well...Merle could be a jackass. Fair enough.
The day the group was going to leave, Daryl overheard Rick and Shane.
"This ain't a good idea. Merle ain't worth it," Shane was trying to say-- again.
Daryl scoffed as he passed. "Sure, Merle ain't worth it. But (Y/N)'s been gone three days. Oughta start lookin' for her down there."
Rick's eyes widened. "(Y/N)?"
That was when it hit Daryl-- Shane's guilty face, Rick's absolute horror.
"He's been here two days and you didn't say shit!?" Daryl accused instantly. He turned to Rick then. "Yer little sister's been lookin' for ya by herself. She said she'd be back four damn days ago. I was s'posed to look for her after three."
So, a rescue mission it was.
Shane was shocked that Daryl was meaning to go after (Y/N), as was...pretty much everyone else. But he ignored them. As soon as they were in the city and found Merle's hand, Daryl was pretty sure they were going to move on to (Y/N).
They were searching the building where they left Merle. Daryl split from the others when he heard movement down a hallway. He paused by the corner and took a deep breath.
He swung around the corner, coming face to face with a loaded pistol.
"Jesus, Daryl," came (Y/N)'s breath of relief. "Might've warned me."
He dropped his crossbow instantly. "Yer an idiot."
"Thanks, missed you, too," she sassed. "After yesterday I didn't actually expect you to find me."
Daryl frowned. "Shit happened. Run into Atlanta went wrong-- your bitchass brother handcuffed mine to a roof."
(Y/N)'s face lit up immediately. "Rick? Rick's with you?"
Daryl almost smiled at her joy, but shoved it aside when he was reminded of his own brother. Sure, they found hers, but his was missing. Talk about a trade off.
He led her down the hall where he left the others and as soon as they turned the corner, she was sprinting at the turned back of her brother. Rick turned right at the last second and caught a massive, tearful hug from her. She clutched the back of his shirt fiercely and buried her head in the crook of his neck.
"Jackass," she muttered.
Rick, voice breaking somewhat, replied: "Dumbass. What were you doing-- looking for me by yourself? What about Carl and Lori?"
"Daryl said he'd watch 'em for me," she said, pulling out of the hug.
"You could've at least taken Shane."
(Y/N) scoffed. "Yeah, right. After what he did?" She shook her head and punched his arm fondly. "Whatever. I'm glad you're okay, loser."
Rick rolled his eyes and reached forward to ruffle her hair, but she shoved him away.
Daryl watched in bitter, spiteful silence, gripping his crossbow tightly. He would have given anything in that moment to have his brother back. And when (Y/N) looked back at him, nodding, he knew she understood.
Through hell, she’d expressed silently.
And back, he’d replied.
Days-- maybe weeks-- later, Daryl was pulling away. He went out nearly every day searching for Sophia. It was an unspoken agreement between him and (Y/N) that she would let him do it. She understood why.
"It's because you didn't go after your brother, isn't it?" She asked him one day.
"What?"
She took a deep breath. "You search for Sophia to make up for not going to look for your brother. You wouldn't leave us to go look for him and now it's eating at you."
"Maybe," he muttered, mostly trying to ignore her. "What's it matter?"
"You stayed to take care of the group. You're not a bad brother for not looking for Merle," she tried to reassure. "There's nothing you could have done."
That was when he stopped replying, grabbing one of the Greene's horses from the stables. He intended to go out again that day, to spend hours looking for a little girl who was probably dead. (Y/N) would let him, like she always did.
"One day," she said, making him stop.
"Huh?"
She smiled a little. "One day. You don't come back, I'm gonna come looking for your ugly ass."
He snorted, mounting the horse. "Yeah, good luck with that."
He rode off, leaving (Y/N) to worry about his return. Every hour that he didn't come back was another hour spent worrying. As it began to get later, she was completely on edge. Rick asked her what was wrong, but she couldn't find the words to tell him. He already had enough on his plate as it was.
When she and the others ran toward the walker on the edge of the field and she recognised it as a person, she nearly collapsed with relief.
And then the gunshot rang out.
(Y/N) was on Andrea as soon as Daryl was in the house. She got in a nasty right hook before Rick ripped her off the woman, yelling at her to calm down.
"I oughta kill you!" (Y/N) spat.
Okay, so leadership wasn't going so great these days, at least with Andrea and Shane. Everybody else looked to her for a neutral point of view in the wake of the Shane v. Rick thing going on. Punching Andrea might not have ended up changing that, either. Most would probably be on (Y/N)'s side in that.
"You just HAD to pull the trigger, huh?"
"I thought he was a walker!" Andrea tried to say. "I was protecting the camp!"
(Y/N) scoffed. "Oh, yeah, shoot the walker even though there's a whole group of us staring it in the face. It wasn't trying to eat us and even if it was, we could have handled it. You just had to play hero, didn't you?" With that said, she stalked off, spitting on Andrea's boot as she went.
"Jesus," she heard Shane mutter.
"Oh, shut the hell up," she snapped at him as she went. "I'll slug you next."
Okay, maybe Daryl was bringing out a little more vicious side of her. But to be completely fair, somebody had to be vicious with those assholes. She was just giving them what they deserved.
(Y/N) made her way to Daryl's room, pulling a chair up to his bed. "How are you?" She asked.
"Fine," he mumbled.
"I know you're not," she sniffed. "What happened out there?"
He was silent for a while. It took him a good hour to open up, to admit he'd found the doll but that the horse had thrown him. (Y/N) listened the whole time, just waiting for him to admit to what was really bothering him.
"Thought I saw Merle," he finally sighed.
Her gaze softened. "We'll find him, Daryl. I promised you we would."
"Ain't happenin' anytime soon."
"Maybe not. But it'll happen eventually," she said.
She reached over and put a hand on his shoulder. She wanted to go for his hand, but decided against it at the last second. Despite stiffening at first, Daryl eased into her touch, basking in the silence that surrounded them.
When he found out about Andrea, he laughed about it for days. He'd never let her live that one down. Sure, she was willing to do anything for Rick, but was Rick willing to go through Andrea for her? Because it seemed like the bitch was holding a grudge.
Rick brought it up to Daryl, who shrugged him off. "I'll deal with Andrea" he said. "You just focus on the rest of it."
Rick, of course, had no idea what he meant. But (Y/N) did.
When Daryl came back from searching for Merle alone, (Y/N) knew something had happened. He shoved past everyone to get to a guard tower and be alone. Everyone left him that way, for the most part. (Y/N), of course, dared to lean in the doorway of the guard tower he had chosen, staring at him thoughtfully.
"Hey," she greeted simply.
"Go away."
She shook her head and moved inside just slightly. "What happened out there?"
"Nothin'," he spat. "Can't ya leave it alone?"
"I'm not leaving you alone, not like this," was her instant reply. "Are you okay?"
His voice cracked when he said: "Piss off."
"Where's Merle?"
With that question, he let out a small sob. (Y/N)'s heart broke as she heard it. She'd never meant to push. For a second, she was sure he was just pissed, but now she realised that he was hurting. Something had happened to Merle and he was in immense pain.
She crossed the room and sat on his cot beside him. "Oh God, Daryl, I'm so sorry."
He cried harder, burying his face in his hands. His shoulders shook and (Y/N) drew him into a hug despite her initial instinct to run. She couldn't let him go through this-- not alone.
After a hesitant moment, he hugged her back, drowning his tears in her jacket. She held him tightly, running a hand through his hair.
"I know it's rough," she said quietly. "I know it hurts and right now it feels like it won't ever stop. It might not. But you're gonna be okay. Merle went through hell and back for you, just like you would have for him. He did it so you could be here right now."
"Bastard," he spat just loud enough that she could hear.
(Y/N) snorted and nodded. "Yeah, you'll feel like that, too." She paused. "This is what it was like when Rick got shot. I know it's not the same, Daryl, but I understand what you're feeling right now."
He hesitated to speak, the words catching in his throat when he finally came up with them. Well, it. It was one word, one question.
"Stay?"
(Y/N) knew that Daryl was hating himself right now, hating how pitiful that sounded. It nearly broke her heart to hear from him, something so soft and so broken. She hugged him tight, vowing to herself not to let go until he was ready.
"I'm gonna be here until you get sick of me. I promise."
The prison fell. Of course it did. They could never have anything good for longer than a few months. That was how the world was.
Daryl, (Y/N), and Beth managed to stay together, to stay afloat for a while. But then they lost Beth. God, that almost killed Daryl. (Y/N) was dragging him along more often than not, trying to convince him to keep going. When she mentioned that Rick was still out there, that Carl and Judith were still out there, he picked up the pace.
The Claimers almost killed her when they ran into them. Somehow, though, their leader was convinced she could be useful. Daryl and (Y/N) joined their ranks, though regretfully. They both detested the way they looked at (Y/N), like she was a piece of meat. It made her skin crawl and Daryl glared at everyone who even dared to glance her way.
They kept calling him her boyfriend. He didn't correct them, maybe thinking it would be safer for her if they thought so. Maybe he just wanted them to.
"Look," Daryl was telling her one night when the others were asleep, "we're gonna find 'em. Bound to run into 'em sometime."
"You don't know that," she muttered.
It had been days and she was losing hope by the minute. Her brother, her nephew, and her niece were out there and she couldn't find them. God knew if they were even alive. The only thing she could be sure of was Daryl, sitting thigh-to-thigh on the ground next to her.
Daryl's presence had grounded her lately, especially on the more difficult days. But at some point she'd need more than just him, she thought. The longer they were out on the road, though, the more she started to consider that maybe he was it. Maybe he was the only family she had left. She wanted her family more than anything, but if they couldn't find them, if it was just her and Daryl, maybe she could still survive.
"You'd go through hell and back for Rick," Daryl said suddenly, breaking her thoughts. "That's what you said when you went to go find him."
(Y/N) nodded hesitantly. "I still would-- hell, I have."
"I would, too," he admitted. "He ain't my brother, not like he is yours, but I'd go through hell for him. We ain't gonna stop until we find him, I swear."
She soaked in his words like they were the only thing keeping her alive. In the silence of the Claimers' home for the night, she leaned over and laid her head on his shoulder. Reminded of that day so many weeks ago when he'd lost Merle, she was sure he would tense up. But he didn't react. He didn't even flinch.
Daryl let (Y/N) lean on him that night and every night after that, no matter the looks they got from the Claimers. She needed it, that he knew. But what she didn't know was that he needed it a little, too.
He kept his promise when they found Rick.
The Claimers turned on them faster than they'd welcomed them, that was for sure. Before (Y/N) could process, she was being pulled to the ground by a man twice her size.
They circled Daryl, beating the hell out of him. She screamed and screamed, shoving at her captor, but he wouldn’t budge. The horror that ran cold through her blood when the man held her down almost killed her instantly. Her shirt was ripped off and she could hear Rick, Michonne, and Daryl yelling at them to stop. Daryl almost broke through the circle trying to get to her.
His hands went to her jeans while she kicked and screamed. (Y/N) risked a glance at Carl across the road. His eyes met hers, terrified.
Goosebumps pelted her arms. She couldn't let him see this-- couldn't let him experience it. Oh god, anything but that. Anything but that, please.
(Y/N) didn't know when Rick bit the man's throat out, nor when Daryl found the strength to overpower the mob. All she knew was that the man above her was dragged off her and stabbed through the face by her pissed off older brother, who was practically bathed in blood.
Daryl ran to her side while Michonne helped Carl, who was still shaking. He pulled off his shirt and gave it to her. Unable to speak, it was all she could do to keep sane, putting that thing on.
"Carl--" she stammered. "Is Carl okay?"
"He's okay, they're all okay," Daryl told her quickly.
She looked behind him, where Michonne had the boy. With a nod at each other, the woman with the katana took Carl to the car, where he was out of sight from (Y/N).
The moment he was gone, (Y/N) burst into tears.
It was like her worst nightmare had almost come true. She was moments away from being violated in the most despicable way she could imagine-- and in front of her nephew. In front of the boy she held so dear, the boy she'd spent so long protecting. He almost had to watch that happen.
She'd barely held the tears back in front of him, but her inner motherly instinct told her that she shouldn't. It had kicked in ever since Lori died. She was one of the only women Carl had to take care of him. Thank god for Michonne.
Daryl shocked himself, Rick, and (Y/N) when he hugged her. (Y/N) expected to flinch away, but instead found herself sinking into his arms.
She was shaking uncontrollably, unable to stop her tears. He held her, rubbing her back like it was second nature. He couldn't understand her terror, not entirely, but he knew that she was terrified. The best thing he could do was be there.
"Are you okay?" She asked suddenly, her voice breaking. She looked up and put a hand on his face, examining his wounds. "They hurt you."
He shook his head. "It ain't bad. He touch you?"
(Y/N) swallowed hard and shook her head. "Didn't get far."
He hugged her again, tighter this time. If Rick hadn't kill that son of a bitch, Daryl sure as hell would have. He would have given him worse than death. Far worse.
They took a while to recuperate. Daryl stole one of the dead guy's shirts and (Y/N) kept his. Their reunion with the others was long awaited, but it wasn't as joyful as they had imagined. (Y/N) didn't care. At least they were all together-- well, some of them. It hurt that the rest of their family was still missing.
That night, (Y/N) passed out in the car with Carl long before the others.
Outside, Rick and Daryl had a heart to heart.
"You're my brother," Rick told him, shocking him. "In more ways than one."
Daryl turned bright red at that and looked away, daring a glance toward the car. "What's that s'posed to mean?"
"I think you know," Rick teased. He went serious after that. “I get why you did it now.”
Daryl frowned. "Did what?"
"All of it. Why you went lookin' for her in Atlanta, why you didn't leave after Merle went missing," he continued. He looked over at him with a stricken expression, finally completely understanding. "You love her."
The words hit Daryl like a brick wall.
Okay, maybe he had feelings for (y/N), but love? That was a little strong. A lot strong. Hearing it out of her brother's mouth almost made him want to run into the woods.
He looked down at his feet, mind running at a million miles a minute.
Love her? He didn't know.
Sure, he would do anything for her, that he'd already established. She was different from the others, warmer and more familiar. She had been since day one, when she was the only one who didn't pretend like he didn't exist. (Y/N) was different and he had feelings for her. That he understood.
Did he love her?
He was starting to think he did. He'd done everything in his power to keep her with him, to keep her alive. He'd done that for everyone in their little family. But with her, he wanted her at his side all the time. He wanted her right there with him through everything and she was almost always there, regardless of whether he voiced that one.
Daryl Dixon did love (Y/N) Grimes, he was starting to realise.
"She loves you, too," Rick said, breaking him from his thoughts.
His eyes widened. "She tell ya that?"
He laughed. "No, man, my sister hardly tells me anything anymore. But I can see it in both of you. She's never leaned on anybody as much as she has you, not since we were kids."
"I--" Daryl hesitated for a moment. "I lean on her, too. She's different."
"You're damn right she is. And you better treat her like that, too," Rick warned, lifting an accusing finger.
He raised his hands defensively. "Alright, alright. Enough with the big brother talk. I won't hurt 'er. You know I won't."
"Yeah," he sighed. "Still had to tell you. Part of my job."
Daryl took a deep breath. "Seriously, ya think she--?" he left it unspoken, not sure how he felt in asking her older brother about it.
"Pretty damn sure," he laughed. "Heard her tellin' Carl the other day that if you took your shirt off to dig graves anymore she was gonna die."
He groaned immediately and buried his head in his hands, making his best friend laugh. "So, everybody knows but me?"
"Pretty much," Rick admitted. "Cept maybe (Y/N). She doesn't know how you feel. You're both a little oblivious. We had bets goin' for a while, but you both took so long that we all lost."
Daryl shook his head. "Y'all are assholes."
"Oh, we know."
When they got moving the next day, Daryl kept his pace equal with (Y/N)'s, staying at her side all day. He couldn't bear to leave her alone for a moment, not after that night. They watched with amusement as the others bantered on the way to TERMINUS. They joined in occasionally, but (Y/N) was pretty quiet. She was still recovering from the shock, so no one pushed her.
As they walked through a particularly rough patch of woods, staying off the railroad tracks directly, Daryl got a little bit of a dumb thought.
Walking beside (Y/N), he tentatively reached out for her hand. She almost jumped when she felt him take it, but smiled and let him. Daryl felt like a teenager, beyond red in the face. Luckily, they were walking behind the others, so they didn't notice.
That night, the other three were asleep long before Daryl and (Y/N).
"Don't wanna sleep," she admitted to him after a while. "Scared I'll see it again, last night. It just keeps playin' over and over in my head. What if he'd gotten what he wanted?"
"He didn't. I wouldn't let him," Daryl said firmly.
(Y/N) inhaled shakily. "I know, I just-- it still freaks me out. Can't hardly sleep."
He motioned for her to move closer and she did. He let her lean on his shoulder, as they'd done when they were with the Claimers. He knew it would calm her down, at least a little. It would help her breathe at most. Daryl did notice that Rick, who was definitely pretending to be asleep, opened an eye at the movement. Daryl glared at him and he went back to his pretending.
"Through hell and back," he muttered.
"Hm?" (Y/N) asked drowsily from his side.
"I'd go through hell and back for anyone we know," he admitted. "Been that way since Merle."
"They'd all do the same for you," she said in a quiet reassurance, not quite understanding his point.
He hadn't gotten to his point yet, but he was pretty sure it would kill him.
"I'd do it for any of 'em," he said again, but continued. "But I'd do it twice for you."
Daryl didn't dare look down at (Y/N) after he said it, but he could feel her sit and up and search his face for any sign of amusement or lies.
"I'd do it as many times as I had to," he finished.
"Daryl Dixon, did you go all soft on me?" She asked gently.
He shook his head with a sigh. "Shut up."
(Y/N0 reached up and moved his head to face her, her touch gentler than ever. "I would go through hell and back if you asked me to," she agreed.
"I wouldn't ask ya," he shot back.
She shook her head. "You wouldn't have to."
Leaning forward, (Y/N) Grimes gave Daryl Dixon the most valuable thing she had to give-- her affection. She kissed him soft and slow, letting herself sink into his hold. Daryl was almost breathless. She had her hands in his hair while his arms were wrapped tightly around her.
“Yes!” A quiet voice cheered. “Michonne, you owe me two candy bars.”
“Goddammit, you couldn’t have waited two days?” Michonne hissed at the kissing pair.
They pulled apart instantly and Daryl looked more embarrassed than he ever had been. Rick and Michonne were beaming and Carl was giggling, especially at his dad and Michonne’s bet.
“Carl Grimes, you go to bed right this minute,” (Y/N) instructed.
He laughed but curled. “Okay. ‘Night, Aunt (Y/N). Night, Uncle Daryl.”
‘Uncle Daryl’ mumbled something incoherent and the group burst into another set of giggles, unable to help themselves. Despite themselves, even (Y/N) and Daryl smiled a little.
They had already gone through hell and back for their big brothers. They'd both go through hell again for Rick, in fact, it was almost guaranteed they would have to one day.
But for each other? They'd go through anything and everything without question.
Through hell, they promised each other. Through hell and back.
Meet Me Under the Stars (Daryl/Reader) The Farm - Part Two
Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rick and Lori Grimes. When the world ends, you’re in a different state attending college. You’re discouraged when you return home to see that your family is not there, so you resolve to continue on by yourself. You’re resting for the night in the woods when you find a little girl running from walkers. You rescue her and hope to return her to her mother, but a grumpy archer finds you first and completely changes everything. Alone The Farm - Part One The Farm - Part Two
Meet Me Under the Stars (Daryl/Reader) The Farm - Part One
Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rick and Lori Grimes. When the world ends, you’re in a different state attending college. You’re discouraged when you return home to see that your family is not there, so you resolve to continue on by yourself. You’re resting for the night in the woods when you find a little girl running from walkers. You rescue her and hope to return her to her mother, but a grumpy archer finds you first and completely changes everything.
