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Words: 4,833
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Reader pronouns: she/her
Era: the quarry, CDC
Warnings: language, attempted sexual violence (no description, Shane to Lori)
Summary: The group arrives at the CDC and tensions rise between Y/N and Daryl. Can they reconcile?
A/N: This is the FINAL part of a miniseries!
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Previous Chapter
You awoke very early the next day, your head feeling foggy. You walked your fingers over the back of your skull and winced at the tender spot where you’d collided with the ground during the attack. Apparently, you weren’t quite over the head injury yet and when you rose to pull on some fresh clothes you felt a bit unsteady. Perhaps you should have rested more yesterday rather than giving in to a carnal whim…
The morning was a chaotic as everyone decided what to leave and what to take for the upcoming journey. You hardly saw Shane since he was busy coordinating and supplying the convoy, not that you had necessarily expected to particularly see more of him. And Daryl? You caught a couple brief glimpses of him as you prepared, but he was a blur of motion and you distinctly thought that he was avoiding you.
The time finally came to leave and you had to say goodbye to some members of the group who had decided to go their own way, chiefly the Morales family. Sophia was particularly heartbroken to have to say goodbye to her friend.
You asked her to help you load some of the spare supplies into Dale’s RV as a distraction and Carol suggested that you ride with them. Jim was worsening from his bite wound and the subsequent infection and Jackie and Carol were chiefly caring for him. The least you could do was make sure that Sophia wasn’t scared.
You knew Rick’s heart was in the right place, but you were under no delusions about any miracle on the other end of this journey. You’d seen enough of the city and surrounding suburbs falling to pieces on and just after outbreak day and had serious doubts about a safe haven at either the CDC or Fort Benning… If you’d had your way, you would have just moved camp to another location farther out from Atlanta. But no one had asked, and ultimately you knew that both Rick and Shane had the whole group’s best interest at heart. You very briefly considered going your own way, but the thought was far too terrifying. To make it these days, you needed people. For now, you’d go along. And maybe you’d all get miraculously lucky.
_ _ _ _ _ _
The voyage was far harder than you imagined. By the time you were nearing the destination, most of you hadn’t had anything to eat for days, and had barely had any water. You felt yourself growing weaker and weaker, and in this world that was an automatic road to death, whether under the jaws of a walker or at the hands of another human.
When you arrived at CDC, your heart sank further into your stomach, churning restlessly as you looked at the endless corpses lying below swarms of flies, rotting in the sun. The smell was overwhelming, and if you’d had anything in your stomach at all it probably would have come up.
You hung back as the group moved toward the building silently, Rick leading and Shane flanking everyone, watching for signs of movement. A suffocating sense of unease washed over you, and your steps faltered. Suddenly, Daryl was next to you, glancing over at your face through narrowed eyes.
You glanced at him and then simply gulped down your disquiet and started forward again. He lagged behind you, staring back at the minefield of the dead.
Soon you were at the entrance, shifting anxiously and watching Rick become more and more desperate as his eyes wandered over the hulking building, which appeared to be securely locked down.
“I don’t—I don’t know about this,” you said, stepping forward.
Rick didn’t seem to hear you, but Daryl was abruptly at your side again, and you felt his eyes on you.
Suddenly, a few walkers began reviving and wandering toward the group. Daryl dropped the lead with a perfectly placed bolt to the head. Panic began to set in. And then panic turned to desperation of two kinds: Rick’s desperation to get in, and everyone else’s desperation to get anywhere but where you were, in the city after dark.
But then—the camera. And he swore that it had moved with intelligence to survey them. And then Shane was trying to drag him away, trying desperately to talk him down. More walkers were gathering in response to the noise and you swore under your breath, unsheathing your knife and planting yourself between them and Carol and Sophia.
Daryl was still beside you, but his eyes were fixed outward on the walking dead, bow at the ready. When another walker was getting too close, he took the shot. You shifted anxiously, knife in hand.
Just when you had all given up, when Shane had dragged Rick back, when the chaos was peaking and the walkers were closing in, one of the metal shutters slid open with a rattle and blinding light poured out. You all hurried to move inside, cautiously squinting into the brightness, weapons raised.
There was Dr. Jenner, apparently the only person left in the place. As you rushed in with the last of your supplies, the shutter closed again with an echoing finality. You stared at it for a long moment as Dr. Jenner’s words echoed in your head. “Once that door closes it stays closed.”
You fell to the back of the group as everyone followed Jenner farther inside and down in an elevator. Daryl’s arm brushed yours and you glanced over, surprised to find him still beside you, but his eyes were steadfastly fixed forward.
Even more surprising, as you went to follow everyone else into the room where Jenner was going to take blood samples, Daryl’s rough hand landed on your arm and stopped you for a moment. His expression was serious and this time you met his eyes with a questioning look.
“Yer worried,” he said. It wasn’t a question. He could sense it and probably see it all over your face.
“Yes. Yes, I’m worried.” You hesitated. “I’m—I’m not trying to sound cliché but… I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” you said in a whisper. Before Daryl could say anything else, you turned and walked in to rejoin the group, sinking down in a chair beside Lori. Daryl took a chair on the opposite side, and a couple times you again caught him looking your way. His expression was unreadable, but you felt your nerves prickle.
Lori glanced at you. “You look pale,” she said.
You let out a wry laugh. “Don’t we all?” you asked, resting a hand absently on your achingly empty stomach.
“How is your head?” she pressed you.
“It’s fine,” you replied, forcing a tight smile. Your head was fine, but you were desperately thirsty and felt even weaker now that the adrenaline rush from outside had waned. You all needed food and water in a hurry.
When you got up to have your blood drawn, you wavered and fell back into your seat, a hand passing over your forehead. Lori gripped your arm. “Are you okay?”
You pulled in a few deep breaths and nodded. “Fine. I’m fine. Just—stood up too quickly.” You made your way over to the doctor who was watching with some concern.
Daryl was on his feet the moment you’d faltered. “We dun need blood tests,” he spoke up, an angry edge to his tone. “We need some goddamn food and water. She ain’t had a damn thing for days.”
You snapped around to look at him as Jenner wiped your arm with an alcohol swab, but Daryl seemed to be refusing to look directly at you, opting instead to scowl at your host.
The doctor looked at him, his expression darkening. “I—I’m sorry. I had no idea.” He glanced back at you. “I have more than enough to share after this. But a blood sample is the cost of admission.” You only nodded.
Once everyone had submitted to the blood test (and a few more of you had nearly passed out), Jenner kept this word and offered you a meal with more food than you could remember seeing since the fall, complete with wine and more than you could eat. Even Daryl seemed to be enjoying himself thoroughly despite his bad mood, but you couldn’t throw yourself into it, no matter how much you wanted to. You sipped at your wine, but didn’t drink deeply, and when Shane started asking for answers the mood was entirely darkened anyway.
His tone made you anxious and he seemed almost angry that Rick had been at least partially right—there was some sanctuary here. Tonight, you could sleep soundly without fear of a raid by an immoral group or an attack by the dead out of the darkness. But the sick feeling still nagged you. The dense, cold feeling that stuck between your lungs was telling you that something wasn’t right.
“Shane—” you tried to cut him off as he pressed for more answers.
“No, I want to know what the good doctor has to say,” he drawled. “Isn’t that why we’re here? So, tell us, doc. Why are you the only one left?”
The revelry was mainly over after that. In fact, you had enough and climbed to your feet, leaving your wine glass behind and exiting quickly for the hallway before you were overwhelmed by your emotions. You heard your name being called by several of your group, but you couldn’t stand to sit there a moment longer and hurried out into the hall to leaned up against the coolness of the wall behind you. Your head suddenly throbbed.
Shane shoved his chair back and swore under his breath, moving to follow you.
Daryl, now more than a few glasses of wine in, sneered at him. “Way to fuckin’ go, man,” he growled. Shane only paused a moment to shoot him a dirty look before finding you in the hallway.
You opened your eyes as he came near, sighing and pushing a hand back through his thick dark hair. “You’re upset,” he drawled.
You scoffed, straightening up. “Is it that obvious?” you said sarcastically.
“Well, what?” he pressed you, hands on his hips.
You shook your head. “Explain to me why you sound almost angry that we made it in here.”
His jaw clenched and he looked down the long empty hallway, tensing. “What, you think this is it? Everythin’ we hoped for? One man in a giant empty underground dungeon. Don’t you think we deserve some explanation? I mean, shit, this was supposed to be Rick’s holy land,” he said bitterly. “You really think we’ve found our new place?” he asked.
“I didn’t say that,” you argued. “But you don’t have to be an asshole. The kids are in there. We just lost a lot of people… You can let them have one good night before blowing it to pieces.”
Shane seemed to soften slightly at that and hung his head, sucking in his bottom lip for a moment, broad shoulders squared. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am being an asshole. I’m sorry. Okay? I just—I just want what’s best for everybody,” he said.
Your eyes narrowed at him. “As long as it’s your idea, right?” you challenged him. In the end, Shane had backed Rick’s decision to head for the CDC. He’d even been calm and kind as he hauled him away from the shuttered door before Jenner let you in. But tonight had revealed a deep rift, narrow for now, between him and his best friend that you suspected had almost everything to do with Lori.
Shane didn’t even acknowledge your last point and instead you noticed that his pupils were blown (maybe from the wine?) and he was staring at you fixedly. “I said I’m sorry for being an asshole, didn’t I?” He ran a thumb over his bottom lip. “I can make it up to you…”
You knew exactly what he was implying, but you were in absolutely no mood to hook up with Shane. Quite the contrary, your unease stemming from the realization that he was holding animosity toward Rick overtook your worries about Jenner and the CDC. “No,” you said, leaning back against the wall again.
Shane took a step closer to you, his eyes appearing darker than usual with the dilation of his pupils. “Why not? Didn’t we have a good time?”
Your stomach lurched. Regret? “I don’t have to explain myself. I said—”
A familiar southern drawl interrupted. “Everythin’ alrigh’?” Daryl was in the doorway, a stoic expression on his face.
“Fine,” you said, redirecting your gaze toward the floor.
The archer hesitated, easily feeling the bubble of tension he’d walked in to. “…ya sure?”
“She said it’s fine,” Shane snapped.
“Don’t seem fine,” Daryl argued. His eyes landed on your face and he had the familiar feeling of yearning he always did, but it now battled with his frustration over seeing you slipping from Shane’s tent late at night. That scene had haunted him since it happened, sticking like a Post-it note in his fucking head.
“It’s fine,” Shane said again. “I’m done here anyway.” There was some venom in his voice as he broke off and headed down the empty hallway to the room he’d claimed.
You finally looked up at Daryl when Shane was gone. “Thanks. I—”
Daryl’s expression halted your words completely. He turned and headed back into the kitchen area to rejoin the group. You sat with the hollow feeling growing between your lungs and finally turned to go find a room to claim and soak in some of the blessed hot water that Jenner had mentioned. Maybe that would soothe your agitation.
You felt like a new person after your shower. Your mood had lifted, and you decided to see what was available in the recreation room that Jenner had mentioned. You slowed as you heard urgent voices inside as you neared it, and you arrived in the doorway just in time to see something you wished you hadn’t. You were frozen for a split second as your brain struggled to compute what exactly was going on. “Shane!” you yelled almost at the same exact moment that Lori shoved him away. She was on the verge of tears, her face blank and white with shock, while you felt yours filling up with heat. “What the fuck are you doing?!” you demanded, rushing farther inside. Lori sank back from him, her chest heaving with fearful breaths. You stepped in front of her and squared off with Shane. You could smell the booze on him easily. “What the hell is wrong with you? What the fuck were you doing?”
Shane only wavered and made a hasty exit. Your glare followed him all the way out of the room before you allowed shock to overtake you too. Turning, your grasped Lori by the shoulders. “Jesus Christ. Are you okay? Was he—was he really—” She just shook her head, too horrified to speak. Tears burned in her eyes. “Jesus,” you muttered again, hugging her. “Jesus, Lori. I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t know what to do,” she said into your shoulder, near sobbing now.
“I know…” The only thing you could do was hold her until she calmed down and headed to her room to see Carl and her husband. You were left in the rec room alone, but your interest in letting your fingers walk over the spines of the books had vanished. You felt sick and empty. A makeshift bed sounded good. You hadn’t slept properly since you’d left the quarry. You hoped the door had a lock…
You’d turned the corner, your eyes fixed on the floor, and collided with something solid. You gasped as hands gripped your shoulders the same way fear seized you. You expected to see Shane there in his drunken stupor, but were met instead by Daryl’s blue eyes.
He read that something was seriously wrong on your face. “S’goin’ on?”
Your mouth only fell open and you blinked. Once. Twice.
Daryl sighed and his fingers left you. There were tingles where they’d been. “C’mon.” He turned and started down the hallway, looking back over his shoulder when he sensed you weren’t following. That prodded you forward and you felt your cheeks flush from the way he was looking at you. You averted your eyes back toward the ground and ghosted behind him until he turned into a small room. His crossbow was leaned up against the couch with his pack beside it. He sank down on the center cushion and waited expectantly, chewing on his thumbnail, his eyes narrowed perceptively.
“I heard somethin’. Somebody raisin’ their voice. Was you, wasn’t it?” he drawled, leaning into the backrest.
You cleared the tightness in your throat and nodded. “Yes.”
Daryl forced out a rush of air. It was an exhale that sounded heated, hurried. “Lemme guess. Shane,” he said.
You gulped.
Daryl was suddenly on his feet, pacing the length of the room furiously. “That guy? He’s—somethin’ is off with him! I dun trust him as far as I could fuckin’ throw him!” He froze, his eyes boring into you. He scoffed and shook his head, resuming his pacing. “Fuckin’ Shane… So, tell me! What the hell happened? What the fuck did he do now?”
Your stomach churned and you again opened your mouth to speak, but you weren’t even sure where to start. Vocalizing what you’d seen, him attempting to force himself on Lori, would make it materialize, etch it into reality.
Daryl let out a low noise that was more of a growl than anything. “What the hell were ya thinkin’?!” he demanded, flicking a hand in your direction.
You stared at him in stunned confusion. “W—What? …Why are you yelling at me?”
Daryl spun on you and the color in his face flared. “Because ya—of all the damn people—Shane? Ya picked Shane? I saw ya comin’ outta his damn tent that night! Ya picked—ya gave—” He was so angry he couldn’t even form proper sentences.
For a moment you wanted to wilt under his rage, but then—no. You’d done nothing wrong. You didn’t owe Daryl anything. He was the one who had acted strangely cold and distant. He was the one who suddenly seemed to start avoiding you. “I don’t see how who I fuck is any of your business!” you snapped at him. “I don’t owe you a damn thing!”
Daryl stepped back almost as if he’d been struck with a physical blow. Fuck. You were right. Of course you were. And that frustrated him even more. It wasn’t you, he was mad at. It was himself. And he was jealous.
You went on. “Besides, maybe it would have been you if you’d acted the least bit interested in me!” This time your ears and face burned pink. “But you suddenly acted like you didn’t want anything to do with me! You couldn’t stand to be around me for more than two minutes! And then I almost fucking died in that walker attack and I wake up and you’re—you’re like you again. Jesus, Daryl! I feel like I have fucking whiplash! Make up your mind!”
It was his turn to blink in stunned silence.
“And you want to know what happened? Shane wanted to hook up with me again tonight and I refused because he’s acting like an unhinged asshole and then I walked in on him trying to force himself on Lori! And here I am thinking you were interested in comforting me when something was wrong! That—that could have just as easily have been me instead of Lori that he was— Instead of being here for me, I’m getting yelled at for no reason!” You shook your head at him, nearly trembling with anger and trying to stop tears from welling up in your eyes.
Daryl ducked his head for a long moment and then crossed the room slowly and sank back down on the couch, his elbows on his knees. “Fuck,” he said softly, pressing a hand over his mouth and chin. His entire body seemed to sink.
“What?” you demanded.
“I—‘M… ‘m sorry,” he drawled, suddenly so ashamed he couldn’t even meet your eyes.
“About what?” you prodded him, crossing your arms. You weren’t going to let him off the hook that easily… though you could already feel yourself starting to crumble at the edges just a little. God, the stubborn, infuriating, handsome archer was your weak spot.
He sighed heavily. “‘Bout everythin’. ‘Bout everythin’ ya just said. Yer righ’ about all of it.”
“Like what?” you snapped.
His blue eyes lifted and met yours and you saw pain and regret in them. “…ya really gonna make me say all of it?” His tongue flicked out to lick his bottom lip.
“Yes. I am. Because I’m mad at you. And you acted like an ass.”
He nodded sheepishly. “Yer righ’ that it ain’t none of my damn business what—what ya do with anybody. Yer righ’ that I shoulda just been askin’ ya what was wrong just now instead of yellin’ at ya. Yer righ’ that I’m an ass…” He hazarded a glance at you and he thought your expression had softened some. “Yer right that I pushed ya away and then—then was so scared and worried sick after the attack that I wanted to—I didn’t wanna be away from ya for a second. And ‘m sorry. If ya dun want anythin’ more to do with me, tha’s more than fair and ya can go right now and I won’t try’n stop ya. I will keep tryin’ to keep ya safe, but I won’t bother ya again.” He paused, as if he really was waiting for you to walk out the door and not look back.
You uncrossed your arms and let your eyes search his face.
“But if I can—uhh,” he rubbed a hand awkwardly over the back of his neck, “Can I just ask one thing?”
You cocked your hip and nodded. “Go ahead.”
“Are—are ya okay? After this thing that just happened, I mean… with—”
You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah… I’m not sure how Lori is but… I’m—I’m okay. I think.”
Daryl let out a sigh and nodded. Another wave of anger passed over his face. “I wanna beat the shit out of him,” he said through his teeth. He paused and looked up at you again. “I wanted to beat the shit outta him when I saw ya comin’ outta his tent…” he admitted, his tone softening.
Your cheeks flushed again.
He stood up suddenly, his expression almost desperate. “Can I just ask ya one more thing?”
You nodded, your heart suddenly pounding as he stopped in front of you, a mere foot away.
“Ya said—ya said somethin’ when ya were yellin’ at me and I—” he broke off, buzzing with nervous energy.
You nodded, understanding. “That it might have been you?” you offered.
He hurriedly cleared his throat and you nearly smiled as he blushed crimson. “Yeah…”
“What about it?”
His blue eyes were questioning, rimmed with disbelief. “Did—did ya mean that? I mean—not that ya, uhh… Like—just as—because—”
Now, you did laugh lightly at his nerves and he stalled out completely. You gave him a moment to try and find the words.
“When—Shane. D’ya like Shane?”
You cocked an eyebrow at him and smiled a little at the way he’d asked. It was so school boy on the playground the way he’d said it. “Do I like him? Not after what I just saw… and there’s something wrong. You’re right about that. I didn’t see it until dinner tonight.”
“Right…” He wrung his hands. “I mean—did ya have feelin’s for him before?”
“You mean when we slept together?” He nodded stiffly. “Daryl… sometimes a girl just has needs,” you laughed. “Everything was shit after the attack and I got hurt and it was stressful and it was just—it just was what it was. I didn’t have any real feelings for him. I don’t.”
He nodded again and seemed to relax some. “Good,” he breathed. “Uhh, I mean—not…”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you going to tell me why you acted like such an asshole all of a sudden?”
He sighed. “Because ’m an idiot,” he drawled. “Ya asked me down to the reservoir and I thought—maybe ya—but then Merle said—”
“Merle?!” you repeated, incredulous. “Daryl!”
He gulped. “He told me I was readin’ the whole thing wrong… He said that somebody like you would never—could never—ya know… like somebody like me. And the more I thought about ya, and the more I thought about it, I just… I thought he was right.”
You were shaking your head in disbelief. “You believed Merle over the fact that I asked to spend more time with you? Oh, Daryl…” So much wasted time. That’s all you could think.
Daryl ducked his eyes. “Stupid. I know. Seems obvious now that he ain’t around sayin it, but at the time—‘M sorry I acted like an ass. I dun deserve a second chance from ya, but—”
You’d grabbed him at that moment and kissed him. His lips tasted faintly like wine still and he was absolutely frozen beneath you for a moment before his arms looped around you. His hand settled so lightly on your lower back you thought you’d imagined it for a moment. The other fanned out feeling the edge of your shoulder blade. And he kissed you back eagerly and a little clumsily.
You pressed into him and then pushed a hand gently in the center of his chest until he understood and started walking back. The back of his legs hit the couch and he fell down onto it. You bit your bottom lip, looking down at him for a moment as he gazed up at you in foggy, happy disbelief. Then you straddled across his hips and looped your arms around his neck and kissed him again. He deepened it immediately, kissing you like he was starving for you, for the taste of your lips, for the feeling of you under his hands. He nearly shivered as your fingers combed through his hair. You softened the kiss and after a moment, pulled back and looked into his blue eyes.
“S’that always how ya give people second chances?” he drawled. His voice was a little dreamy and you felt a rush of pride that you’d made him that way.
“No. Just the ones I actually really like,” you said softly. You brushed some hair away from his eyes. “Can I ask you for a favor?”
“Anythin’,” he drawled. He couldn’t look away from you. You were like white-hot magnesium and he couldn’t stop basking in your light, even if it did burn him.
“Can I stay with you tonight? Just—sleep. But after earlier—”
He gulped. “Of course. Please.”
You couldn’t help grinning at him and pressed a kiss to his lips again. “Daryl. Don’t ever believe anyone, Merle, that voice in your head, anyone, who tells you that you aren’t enough. I’ve always wanted someone like you.”
He looked stunned and a little bashful again. His hands landed lightly on your hips. “Ya can have me,” he drawled nervously. “I’ve already been yours a while.”
“Yes, please.” You kissed him again and the two of you were lost in each other for a long time, lips kissed raw, hands memorizing silky curves and hard angles, fingers tracing over bare skin and lighting it up with electricity. And it was just right, just perfect. There was nothing hurried about it, nothing ingenuine. It just was. And what it was, was two people who had found their complementary halves.
You slept pressed together that night, all of your unease from earlier in the evening had diminished with his arms around you. Whatever came, whatever was ahead, the two of you could meet it unafraid.
(updated Aug 2026!)
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Reader pronouns: she/her
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Era: Alexandria, spans Negan-era
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14
Part 15
Part 16
Part 17
Part 18
Part 19
Part 20
Part 21
Part 22
Part 23
Part 24
Part 25
Part 26
Part 27
Part 28
Part 29 - The Conclusion
Part 30 - The Epilogue (takes place when Daryl is running The Sanctuary, post-war)
Honeysuckle
Features Protective!Daryl. When Daryl finds the reader outside in the rain in the middle of the night, he gives her a dry place to sleep, but the next day it causes problems with her asshole of a boyfriend. Era: The Greene Farm
Part 1
Part 2 - The Conclusion
One Shots: (newest on top!)
Skinship
Daryl realizes how touch-starved he’s been and exactly who he wants to satisfy that with. Really just sweet, vulnerable Daryl.[he is baby in this fic 100%]
Era: the prison
Words: 6,924
Sickened
You took an arrow to the shoulder during the battle at Hilltop and when the injured are sickened and turn, Daryl realizes his worst fear is going to come to pass.
Era: War with the Saviors, specifically TWD S8 E13 after the battle at Hilltop
Words: 4,692
Restoration
After seeing Y/N freeze outside the walls a few days earlier during an encounter with walkers, Carol suggest that she needs to learn how to fight. Shortly after, she goes missing.
Era: Alexandria, pre-Negan
Words: 4,776
The Regulars
Based on watching your interactions, Daryl thinks you, a bartender at a local dive, may actually have a thing for his older brother Merle, but a series of events at the bar may begin to show him otherwise
Era: Pre-apocalypse
Words: 9,640
Unicorns and Buried Treasure
Y/N knows the perfect way to distract Judith when she can’t sleep—telling fanciful stories about how she got all her scars. Eventually, word gets back to Daryl.
Era: Alexandria, Post-Negan (roughly S9)
Words: 4,311
Riverside
Bonded by shared trauma in their childhoods, Y/N and Daryl share a deep connection. But when life begins to distance them and later the cataclysmic outbreak causes everything to fall apart, Daryl wonders if he’ll ever see Y/N again and whether she is even alive.
Era: pre-apocalypse
Words: 13,742
Try (COMMISSIONED by @milfodyssey )
After a traumatic loss, Y/N only wants to be numb. Daryl struggles with her addiction and its consequences.
Era: Post-Negan Alexandria, Post-Rick’s “death”
Lightning Bug (COMMISSIONED by @ankhmutes )
The prison falls and Daryl is devastated, thinking Y/N might be gone forever. Is she alive? Can they find their way back to each other and their family?
Let Me, Fiercely (commissioned by ellerelly!)
Daryl has always watched out for the reader and done everything he can to help her bear the weight of her chronic illness. They’ve been close ever since she confided in him during the flu epidemic in the prison. Now, with Alexandria needing repair and medications almost unfindable, Daryl comes up with a plan to make sure she gets what she needs.
Eras: prison, post-Negan Alexandria, The Commonwealth
Yours
Finally safe and feeling that this new community may actually be the real deal, Y/N finds herself looking for Daryl during the group's first night in Alexandria.
Era: first night in Alexandria
Luck
The reader goes on a supply run and when the rest of the group returns without her, Daryl falls into despair, but not before seeing for himself what happened.
Era: Alexandria
Endings & Beginnings
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Moving everyone from The Kingdom to Hilltop, Y/N and Daryl both have close calls, forcing them to re-evaluate what’s most important.
Era: Alexandria, post-Negan, set during The Storm (9x16)
Something Found
Daryl meets someone new when Rick insists he stay at The Kingdom to stay safe from The Saviors.
Era: Negan-era Alexandria
The Storm
Imprisoned in Alexandria still, it seems Negan has a soft spot for Y/N, one of Alexandria’s doctors. With Daryl gone moving the The Kingdom to Hilltop, everyone back home tries to weather the storm. But help comes from an unexpected place when Y/N doesn’t return from venturing out into the blizzard.
Era: Post-Negan Alexandria
Too Good
When Daryl starts dating an Alexandrian, Y/N tries to deal with the feelings she has yet to acknowledge.
Era: Pre-Negan Alexandria
Moonshine and Requests
After a birthday celebration the night before, Y/N notices the archer is acting particularly icy toward her.
Era: the quarry
Nothing and Everything
The group goes to rescue Daryl from Woodbury and must deal with the consequences of the trip. Angsty with a happy ending.
Requested by: anon and anon!
Era: the prison
My Whole Heart
On a supply run, a thunderstorm hits and it seems to paralyze Y/N.
Era: the prison
Safe Haven
Y/N is assigned to work alongside the surgeon Pete in Alexandria, but something about the guy isn’t sitting right.
Era: Alexandria, pre-Negan
Burden
Y/N falls ill and Daryl goes to make sure she’s okay, only to discover her cell is empty.
Era: the prison
Taken
Daryl has long had a crush on Y/N, a waitress at the local dive bar. When things start to go bad with her boyfriend, he suddenly finds himself solving problems for her.
Era: pre-apocalypse
Kintsugi
After Daryl leaves with Merle, he return to the prison to find that Y/N is extremely angry with him. Era: The Prison (S3)
Jealousy
Daryl finds himself in a bad mood when Y/N is asked to attend a community event by a local man. Era: Alexandria, Pre-Negan
Regrets
Teenage!Daryl x Teenage!Reader mostly, pre-outbreak
Y/N and Daryl are close growing up in Georgia. Y/N knows about Daryl’s bad home life and worries when he doesn’t show up at school one day.
Era: Pre-apocalypse & Unspecified
Plan A
The reader falls ill on a run and Daryl worries about what’s wrong with her. Era: The Prison
Instinct
When outside the walls, Y/N and Daryl hear a baby crying and Y/N goes into badass mode to save it. Era: Alexandria
Approval
Y/N is Rick’s younger sister and her brother doesn’t really approve when he realizes she and Daryl have feelings for each other. Will he come around?
Era: The CDC
Blame
Something goes wrong while clearing out the prison and, of course, Daryl blames himself.
In My Way
After a close call on a supply run, the archer explodes at you in anger.
Era: The Prison
The Cost of Doctoring
You’re the only doctor in Alexandria and Daryl needs stitches after a run. He’s surprised to learn something unexpected about how feel in your role.
Era: Alexandria
Guarded
Summary: After finally feeling brave enough to make a move on the archer while in the safety of the CDC, the reader has an unexpected encounter the morning after.
Drabbles:
ALL Daryl drabbles
Protective!Daryl
Daryl Fluff
Daryl Angst
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prompt: You and Me by James TW (cute song btw!)
“You’ve been quiet all day,” you said to him. He was sitting across the fire from you, prodding at the coals every so often. You could sense that he was continually turning something over and over in his mind and that whatever it was, it was pressing on him. “Won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” you asked. It was a gentle nudge. Daryl knew you’d never press him, but what he was holding in was about to burst out of him anyway. It was like a rubber band stretched to breaking point and it was about to snap.
His eyes finally drifted up from the coals of the fire to your face and there was a distinctive look of anguish in them. You straightened up, alarmed.
“Daryl—what is it?”
“I shouldn’t—I shouldn’ta kissed ya last night,” he drawled, looking away to the side, hiding the emotions swirling in his eyes.
You stomach tightened into a knot. Your heart stalled out completely. “What?”
He ducked his head, shaking it slightly. “I ain’t—I ain’t good enough for ya. I know that. And I shouldn’ta—”
A rush of air left your lungs; some combination of relief mixed with disbelief at what he’d just said. “Daryl,” you interrupted him. You climbed to your feet and moved around the fire until you were right beside him, sitting up on your heels. “Look at me,” you begged him. He kept his eyes turned away, tension flickering over his face briefly as he tried to contain his emotion. “Hey—” You cupped his face and his chin lifted at the touch of your fingers. He met your eyes, and you could see that his were glassy. “Don’t you ever, not for one second, think that.” You sighed. “As long as I have you, I’ll always have everything I need. You have no idea what you mean to me. Daryl, you are more than enough.”
You sighed again and shook your head, giving him a somewhat sad smile. The link between his past and those words leaving his lips was so clear and obvious to you... and you cursed everyone who’d every hurt him. “Sometimes I forget you can’t read my mind,” you laughed. “Because it often seems like you can. But if you knew what I thought about you, every minute of every day, you’d understand that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. And I’ll tell you that as many times as you need to hear it to shut up those voices in your head telling you otherwise.”
He gulped and his blue eyes searched your face. There was a questioning expression on his face and you gave him a reassuring smile.
“You kissing me last night was the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me. And that includes when I found that unopened jar of peanut butter last week.”
Daryl let out an amused exhale, and his lips actually curved slightly in a smile. “You and yer damn peanut butter,” he drawled.
“Right! So, that’s really saying something!” You brushed his hair away from his eyes and felt a warmth filling you up that you only associated with him. It was safety. It was your best friend. It was home. It was everything you needed. “You’re everything, Daryl Dixon. You don’t even realize it.” You leaned in and found his lips softly with yours and the next moment his hand gently found your lower back and pulled you in more tightly. The heat between the two of you grew as he kissed you back urgently, eager to have you under his hands, and leaning against him, you didn’t need the fire anymore.
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