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[angelsanarchy]

All We Are: Daryl Dixon x OC- Nine

"He's my brother! He wouldn't hurt me-" "Bullshit Daryl! You know damn well he'd leave you high and dry."

Ruth follows behind Rick, Daryl and Oscar, Michonne sticking close to her side. "This is a bad idea." She grumbles.

"Not like we have much of a choice. Besides, we need to get Andrea away from that asshole." Michonne whispered.

"She made her choice. What don't you understand about it?" Ruth argued. Michonne ignores her and pulls off in a different direction in the dark. Ruth hisses and Rick and the others follow.

Once they managed to sneak inside the gates, everyone started to get pissy. "I'm telling you what I know!" Michonne hissed.

"Right now it's the blind leading the blind." Daryl argued before looking over at Ruth. "You got any ideas?"

"I've never been stupid enough join a cult so no but something tells me if this guy is torturing and murdering people, it's not in the buildings with all the people he doesn't want to know. It's probably underground or hidden." Ruth says.

After almost getting caught, they managed to find a more hidden place in the community and could hear commotion. Rick stopped and pulled two smoke bombs from his bag. Daryl pulled a handgun from his ankle holster and handed it to Ruth.

"Bow aint gonna work up close with machine guns." He pressed the gun in her hand and she rolled her eyes taking it. The moment they tossed the smoke bombs, Michonne and Ruth ran towards the two people with bags on their heads. Shots rang out as they all retreated trying to get them to safety but the moment the others heard gunfire, an exit became difficult.

They found a building to duck into, Michonne slamming the door in Ruth's face to keep her inside while she went out to hunt for The Governor or bring Andrea back.

"MICHONNE!" Ruth shouted and Rick pulled her away from the door covering her mouth. She punched him in the chest as he tossed her to the floor.

"You bastard!" Ruth glared as Daryl stepped between them.

"Rick how did you find us!?" Maggie asked as she tended to Glenn.

"There's no exit back here." Oscar informed.

"It's you...from before...where's that other woman?" Maggie finally noticed Ruth but didn't see Michonne.

"Doesn't matter, she's on her own." Rick said.

"You really are a piece of shit." Ruth gritted.

"Hey! We got bigger shit to worry about right now!" Daryl hissed tired of the arguing.

"Daryl....this was Merle..." Glenn said through the pain in his swollen jaw.

"W-what? You saw him?" Daryl froze and Ruth watched him carefully.

"He beat the hell out of me, tired me to a chair and threw a walker at me...he was going to execute us." Glenn had such rage in his eyes when he spoke, Ruth knew something more than torture must have happened.

"My brother's the Governor?" He asked shocked.

"No no he's like his henchmen or something." Maggie explained as she got a jacket on Glenn.

"The southern prick who shot Michonne...that's your brother?" Ruth questioned but he ignored her.

"Does he know I'm still with yall?" Daryl's question almost seemed worried.

"He does now....Rick I'm sorry but we told them about the prison. I'm sorry we couldn't hold out-"

"They knew about the prison before...they just didn't expect a group of civilians to clear it." Ruth said making them all look at her.

"This asshole has his thumb on the entire area. He just doesn't take risks that don't feel will benefit him. You can bet your ass he'll be trying to take the prison now that it's been cleared." Rick looked at Ruth as she spoke knowingly.

"That's not happening. We're gonna get you out of here. Can you walk?" Rick was helping Glenn to his feet when Daryl started to panic.

"If Merle is here, I gotta see him!" Daryl's tone rose like a scared child.

"We're in hostile territory right now." Rick gritted.

"He's my brother! He wouldn't try-"

"BULLSHIT DARYL! You know damn well he'd leave you high and dry!" Rick's tone was practically a growl and it made Daryl take a step back.

"Look what he's done. We have to get out of here now." Rick pressed.

"Maybe we can work this out-" Daryl tried one last stitch effort but Rick shook his head.

"There is no working this out. We need to get out of here now. I need you with me! Are you with me?!" Rick asked as Daryl shook his head.

"Y-yeah...I'm with you." Daryl stepped back as Ruth pulled something from her bag. "Here, it'll help make the moving less unbearable." She wrapped the gauze around Glenn's ribs and he hissed for a moment.

"A-are you a doctor?" Maggie asked.

"No I grew up with a dumbass brother who got hurt a lot. Ribs are broken but if he doesn't and starts moving, it could puncture his lung. Try to keep these tight." Ruth said firmly making Glenn nod.

"Thank you." Maggie said. Ruth nodded walking over to where Daryl stood.

"Hey, this aint the end all be all. He knows you're alive...that's something." Ruth tried to offer him something comforting but Daryl scoffed at her.

"You think you know something, you dont know shit." He snarled walking away from her. Ruth's eyebrows went up at the snap and shook her head. The more she thought about it, the more she wished she would have broken off with Michonne instead of being stuck with a group of assholes.

"Great...I'm gonna die with a bunch of dickheads." She breathed preparing for Rick to open the door to charge into the gunfire on the other side.

[mindibindi]

Daryl and Carol attend a dance with Judith, RJ, Connie and others.

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Carol Peletier, Connie & Daryl Dixon, Daryl Dixon & Judith Grimes, Daryl Dixon & RJ, Judith Grimes & Carol Peletier, RJ & Carol, Judith Grimes & Rick "R.J." Grimes Jr. Characters: Carol Peletier, Daryl Dixon, Rick "RJ" Grimes Jr., Judith Grimes, Juanita "Princess" Sanchez, Kelly | Magna's Group Member (Walking Dead), Connie (Walking Dead) Additional Tags: Episode: s11e10 New Haunts (Walking Dead), Slow Dancing, Song fic, American Sign Language, Domestic Caryl, Adoptive Parents/Guardians, Musical References, 80s Refs, Romantic Gestures, Banter, Corny, (But it's Okay cos Carol digs Corny Daryl), Daryl Wants to Dance With Somebody (and it ain't Connie soz), Daryl Goes to Prom (20Years Later) Summary:

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“Sorry, man. I take it it’s a special gift?”

Daryl nods. “Yeah.”

“For a special someone?”

“Uh.” He hesitates, “Yeah.”

“Well, do not lose hope,” she announces, making for the counter and lifting a huge rolodex out from underneath, “‘cause I got contacts in this town.”

Daryl stays where he is but lifts his brows. “Think y’ can track down a copy? By the weekend maybe?”

Princess looks up from the haphazardly organized rolodex. “Oh, I see…we’re planning a grand gesture, huh? At the big dance on Saturday?”

He opens his mouth but doesn’t get a word out.

She makes her way back to him, rubbing overeager palms together. “I’m down, I’m down…. Lemme see what I can do. ‘Cause I love this kinda shit, you know?” Her hands make an explosive gesture and she pulls back from it, brown eyes wide. “Big fan of romantic gestures. Like huge. And don’t worry, I won’t say a word to the wife.”

“...Wife?”

“Carol. The ah, bakery lady with the thousand-watt smile.” Princess grins and bobs her head. “She lights up around you.”

“She does?”

“Every time, man!” She heads for the door, chattering at him over her shoulder. “And I know she was with Ezekiel for a bit, but you two were married, right? Before the Fall?”

Daryl trails her out the door, halts on the pavement. “I’ve never been married.”

“Uh.” She faces him, brow crumpled and head tilted. “High school sweethearts?”

“Nuh.”

“Hey. Look–” she holds up her hands then starts digging through the sale records out the front of the store, “I’m not tryna pry here. Just still figurin’ out the vibe with you two, ‘cause there are definite vibes there, if y’know what I mean.”

“Not really.”

Princess looks up from the box of records and flicks her eyes over him in silent, shrewd approval. “Keepin’ it close to the chest, that’s smart, I respect that. ‘Cause when it’s special, you gotta protect it. That shit is nobody’s business but yours.” She faces him again, holding up a declarative hand, “And I assure you that, in my newfound career as a professional music retailist, I take my clients’ privacy very seriously. This girl,” she points at herself, taps her chest with two fingers, “the soul of discretion, believe me.”

“Great.” Daryl looks down at the donut bag in his hands. “So…”

“So if I find what you’re lookin’ for, I’ll come find you.”

“‘Kay. Thanks.” He nods and heads back in the direction of the base.  

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[angelsanarchy]

All We Are: Daryl Dixon x OC- Eight

"Name's Judith...She's a pretty good kid, not a lotta cryin'." "Give her time. Once she's old enough to understand the world, she'll never stop."

Rick, Michonne and Hershel start making plans as Michonne tries to draw a map of the place by memory. Ruth paces by the window still pissed about how things have turned into a suicide mission that she's now a part of. The young blonde takes the bottle off the kettle and shakes it.

Daryl comes around the corner with a baby in his arms, taking the bottle from the young girl as he starts feeding her.

"It's okay sweetheart. It's okay." Daryl spoke softly to the baby. It caught Ruth's attention.

"Name's Judith...She's a pretty good kid, not a lotta cryin'." Daryl caught Ruth staring. Ruth walked over towards the baby and touched her soft cheek.

"Giver her time. Once she's old enough to understand this world, she'll never stop." Ruth said bitterly.

"Her momma died bringing her into this world...own brother had to put their momma down...pretty sure she doesn't got a lot of memories she'll wanna reflect on once she's old enough." Daryl explained.

"The little boy with the hat? He...he put his mother down after the birth?" Ruth questioned in disbelief. Daryl nodded.

"Carl...kid's tough." He offered. Ruth shook her head with a grimace. She couldn't imagine how fucked up he would be later down the road, trying to sleep after something like that.

"You spend a lot of time with babies before all this? You seem like a natural." Ruth says stubbornly so he doesn't think she's complimenting him.

"Nah, she's the first baby I've ever held. I just...I don't know. I guess when you survive in this shit, you kinda wanna cling to the miracles." Daryl explained. There's a beat of silence between them before Daryl clears his throat.

"I-uh...I'm sorry..about before. Shouldn't have pointed the crossbow at ya while you were unarmed..." Daryl didn't look at her as he spoke but she stared at him, almost daring him to meet her eyes.

"Yeah? Mighty noble of you to apologize for protecting your friend. Did a shit job since he still got kicked in the dick. Probably should apologize to him." Ruth saw the corner of Daryl's lips flare up, fighting a smirk.

"We're not the enemy, you know?" Daryl finally meets her gaze.

"Says the guy who pointed a weapon at me." She holds firm in her defiance. Before Daryl can say anything, Rick and Hershel walk into the common area.

"We're going to get them, Maggie and Glenn," Rick said firmly. Daryl passes Judith off to Carol, who rocks her carrefully in her arms.

"We're gonna need some more backup..." Daryl says, looking over at Oscar.

"I'm in." Oscar nods. Rick looks at Ruth.

"You're going too." Ruth meets his eyes and laughs.

"You want me to watch your back?" She asks, surprised.

"No, I don't want you near my kids. You and Michonne are going, and then after that, you go wherever the hell you want." Rick explained rudely.

"Rick-" Daryl started, but he shook his head, walking off. Ruth straightened herself out.

"Fine by me." Ruth matched Rick's disdain, ready to be out from under his reign after such a short time here.

[mindibindi]

CARYL. Post-ep/mising scene for “The Bridge” (9.02). Also a companion scene for the one in “A New Beginning” (9.01) in which Carol tells Daryl about Ezekiel's proposal. Also reflects that little s4 arc of Glenn taking a picture of Maggie to keep with him when they’re apart and her burning it as a promise never to be parted again.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Carol Peletier Characters: Daryl Dixon, Carol Peletier Additional Tags: post-ep, Missing Scene, Angst, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Wedding Present, anti-Carzekiel, Daryl pov, POV Daryl Dixon, Daryl Dixon is Bad at Feelings, Jealous Daryl Dixon, Sophia mention, Kiss the Bride?, Episode: s09e01 A New Beginning (Walking Dead), Episode: s09e02 The Bridge (Walking Dead)

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“I ain't like those guys.”

“The Saviors?”

He dug the heel of one boot into the dirt underfoot, answering eventually, “Rick. Ezekiel. I can't…make speeches. Make people follow me. Make ‘em love me.”

She shook her head. “I don't think it works like that.”

He cast her a sidelong look then hung his head. He wasn’t sure if she meant love or leadership. Not that it mattered. Either way, she was right. No matter how hard he tried, he seemed incapable of inspiring love or loyalty in others. He stole the bottle from her hand, took another large gulp.  

“I never wanted to lead. I never asked to be–”

“But you are,” she insisted, leaning closer and sliding a hand onto his thigh. “I'm not sure the Saviors are leadable. God knows, I’ve tried. But Daryl…” her voice softened and her hand gave a reassuring squeeze, “there’re so many people who already love and look up to you.” She paused, leaning back but leaving her hand where it lay. “I know, I'm one of them.”

His eyes dropped to his lap. He stared bleary-eyed at her hand, at the gold band on it, the glinting jewel that signified her ownership. His head swirled and blood beat. A combination of alcohol, heartache and oversensitivity to her touch. “But you're still marryin’ him.”  

Her hand slipped off his thigh, went back to her own. “Well…” she faltered but managed to mask her surprise with humor, with friendly flirtation, “I didn't think you were the marryin’ kind.”

“I didn' think you were. I didn't know,” he grunted and pushed up from the log, putting the fire between him and her, “that's what you were lookin’ for.”

“I wasn’t,” she murmured, her tone troubled, “I'm not really.”

He studied her a moment, flames crackling between them, smoke hazing his view of her. Her head bowed over her hands, the fingers of her right hand fidgeted with the ring on the left. “It's for the kid, right?”

Carol looked up but struggled to fully meet his eyes. Eventually, she admitted in a quiet voice, “He deserves a shot. A fresh start. A family."

He nodded at the surrounding trees, used the butt of the bottle to point at her. “So do you,” he replied, his smile forced but the sentiment genuine.

Carol stood, facing him across the firepit. “So do you. If that's what you want.”

“Nah...” He tipped the final drops of moonshine onto the fire, causing a brief flare. “Had my shot,” he mumbled, turning to pelt the empty bottle toward the river. “Blew it.”

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[mindibindi]

Missing scene(s) for “New Best Friends" (7.10). Daryl returns to Carol’s cabin and stays the night. Includes a bunch of other missing scenes/glimpses into their past relationship.

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Carol Peletier Characters: Carol Peletier, Daryl Dixon Additional Tags: Episode: s07e10 New Best Friends (Walking Dead), Missing Scene, post-ep, Past Relationship(s), sort of canon compliant, sort of canon divergent, Changing Tenses, Fireside Sex, Alexandria Safe-Zone (Walking Dead), Jealous Daryl Dixon, Mutual Pining, Prison (Walking Dead), Angst, Angst and Humor, Character Study, Episode: s04e14 The Grove (Walking Dead), Episode: s05e06 Consumed (Walking Dead), Banter, Denim Dreams, Episode: s07e03 The Cell (Walking Dead), Episode: s03e06 Hounded (Walking Dead), I could kiss you, First Kiss, Resolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Cabin Fic, large dollops of dramatic irony, Callbacks Galore, Episode: s02e13 Beside the Dying Fire (Walking Dead), Episode: s02e04 Cherokee Rose (Walking Dead), lil bit of Ezekiel, Sophia mentions ...

He hears her step in the hall, quiet on the worn carpet. Carol appears in the doorway as he’s staring at it.

Daryl points. “S’that what I think it is?”

She leans a shoulder against the door frame. “Mm-hm.”

“A Cherokee Rose?”

“Not just a Cherokee Rose. The Cherokee Rose.”

He looks at her questioningly.

“The one you gave me,” she confirms softly.  

He moves to the bedside, carefully picks up the rickety frame. “You kept it all this time?”

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[anna-hawk]

Always on my mind

Pairing: Shane Walsh x F!Reader Rating: E WC: ~1,7K Warning: unhealthy coping mechanism – post ZA – Sad reader – angst – smut – porn with feelings

I honestly don't know what this is. I've been having smut on the brain for days, but this turned out to be sadder than I meant it to be. I guess I also have a lot of feelings running around my head and this happened. Eh, I wrote some reader insert again at least XD. Also, I wrote this in one sitting, so if you see typos? Oops?

AO3 link

You’re restless. The day had been long and one of the worst you’d had in a good while, which considering the times, should say enough. You toss and turn on your cot in one of the shared rooms in the Greenes’ house, unable to get the day’s images out of your head. You’d lost two of the five people who have travelled with you before you’d met Rick and Shane’s group. All of you had been strangers when everything had started falling apart, but after so long on the road together, you’d all become close. They, like you, had been aware of the risks, knew that death lies just around the corner if you let your guard down for even one second. You learn to deal with grief differently, moving on faster than anyone deserves, only because if you don’t, you’re next. Even if you sometimes think that it would be so much easier to just stop fighting. 

Contrary to the rest of your initial group, you hadn’t cried. You couldn't. Shane had stepped towards the bodies, but you’d pushed him away. You wanted to be the one to make sure that your friends wouldn’t turn, and fought down the tremor in your hand as you used your knife. You’d caught Shane watching you out of the corner of your eyes as Rick had come forward to speak kind words and squeezed your shoulder. You’d only vaguely nodded and helped to dig the graves, the labor stopping most thoughts. Hershel had said a few words afterwards, but you’d barely heard any of them, feeling physically and mentally drained. 

Despite your fatigue, hours later, you’re unable to sleep, and finally kick off the sheets to get up and leave the room. Carol sees you leave and gently grasps your hand as you pass by her. You look down at her and into her sorrowful eyes, her face illuminated by the moon coming through the curtains. She doesn’t say anything, but you understand her just fine. You can’t manage a smile, but return the gesture, and she lets go. 

You amble through the quiet house and exit through the main door. The cool air feels good on your skin, and you breathe in deeply. You absently stare at the tents sitting on Hershel’s land and are suddenly hit by an urge that you hope will help get your brain to stop working for a few hours of rest. You hop down the front steps and walk towards one specific tent. Dale is the only one still awake and sitting on the trailer, on watch. He’s not facing towards you, and you keep your steps light enough that he doesn’t hear you. You don’t really care if he does see you, but you also don’t want to deal with his misplaced disappointed look. You know too well what his opinion would be, and you couldn’t care less about hearing it. 

Kneeling in front of the tent, you unzip it as quietly as possible, but Shane is awake before you have it all the way open. He’s sitting up on his sleeping bag and greets you with his rifle aimed at your face. You stare at Shane over the barrel, face expressionless, as you wait for him to lower the gun. 

“Jesus fucking Christ. You got a death wish or somethin’?” He barks under his breath, mindful of the others, but levels you with a pissed off look while he puts the rifle away to the side. 

You roll your eyes, unsure if he can even see it since you have your back to the moon. You crawl forward on your hands and knees until your knees stop at each side of his thighs. You lift your upper body to fist both hands into Shane’s brown tee shirt and pull him into a kiss. 

“The fuck you’re doing?” Shane pushes you away with a palm over your chest, staring at you with a confused expression, his eyebrows lowering over his eyes. 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” You counter, pressing forward again, but Shane grabs you by the shoulders and holds you still. 

“Yeah, exactly. ‘s why I’m asking. Why 're you not going to Daryl? You two always look so chummy.” 

“Well, if you don’t want to, maybe I should,” you say with an exasperated sigh and pull back. 

You wouldn’t. You like Daryl a lot, but not like that. Shane obviously isn’t aware of that because he catches one of your wrists before you can move further away from him. 

“Didn’t say that,” he says gruffly and draws you back towards him with a hand over your nape. 

You let out a long exhale at the contact of his lips, opening your mouth for more, now. You deliberately turn the kiss into a filthy exchange, wanting nothing more than to get what you wanted across without speech. Shane understands well enough and moves the two of you until you’re sitting astride him and pulling at each other’s clothes. You break the kiss to remove your top, and the moment that your chest is bare in front of him, Shane surges forward to mouth over the skin between your breasts. Your breath catches once he turns his head to one side and sucks a nipple into his mouth. You roll your hips over his, feeling him swell under you and pushing up. Shane switches to your other nipple, making you groan when he lightly pulls on it with his teeth before sucking on it again. You fist the collar of his tee shirt and pull, getting desperate for more. Shane gets the hint and removes the tee shirt, angling his face to yours to kiss you a second later. You manage to push down your pants and kick them off while staying on top of him, reaching for the fastenings of his pants right after. 

“Come on,” you mutter angrily against his lips as Shane pushes your hands away once you’ve opened his fly. 

An instant later, Shane grabs you around the waist and throws you to the side, making you land on your back with a shocked gasp. Shane sits up between your legs, pants undone, but he doesn’t move for a beat, only staring at you. This time, he’s the one with his back to the moonlight, meaning that you can’t clearly see his expression. You’re about to complain about him stopping, when he lowers his upper half over you and kisses you silent, delving his tongue deep inside and licking over yours with intent. You moan and throw your arms around his shoulders, your thighs squeezing his sides. Holding himself up with an elbow next to your neck, his arm circling over your head, you feel his other hand slowly stroking down your body. He shuffles his knees forward until the back of your thighs rest over the top of his, moving your legs up and further apart. His fingers slide down your mound, two of them slipping between your folds.

You’re not ready for the way Shane breaches your wet entrance with those fingers, and you have to gasp sharply at the sudden pleasure of being filled. Shane leans up slightly, positioning himself to be able to look at you as his fingers start fucking you in earnest. Your chest bows up as you throw your head back and moan deeply, taken aback by Shane’s action. You’d intended for him to fuck you hard and fast to get your mind off the spiraling thoughts, playing into the fact that you know that the attraction is mutual. You hadn’t expected this, however. The way he’s watching you raptly as he works his hand quickly, to get you there as fast as possible. You want to turn your face away, push his hand away because it’s all becoming too much too soon. But you can’t. You have a hand gripping the top of the arm that’s fucking you, but you can’t do more than just keeping it there. It’s the fact that he’s observing you, though, that makes you unable to move. He’s looking for something, knowing that you came to him for a reason. To forget. 

Moan after moan leaves you, and you’re gritting your teeth as not to make too much noise. You have to bite your lower lip on a scream as Shane plunges another thick finger inside you. 

“Let go, Darlin’,” Shane rasps. “Come on.” 

And you do. Your brow creases as explosive bliss rocks through your entire body, making your legs quiver and tiny moans to leave through your lips. Shane guides you through it, shushing you and slowly kissing you. 

You barely register it when Shane hikes your thighs over his hips and lowers his whole body over you, until you feel his cock pushing inside you. You make a garbled sound as your tender walls are spread even further, on the brink of uncomfortable, but the pleasure wins once Shane starts moving and your voice goes higher. Shane clasps a palm over your mouth to stop you from getting louder, something you’re grateful for since you seem unable to hold back any longer. Definitely not once Shane pushes one of your legs up some more to give him a better angle, so that now, he can fuck into you deeper, hips snapping forward faster. In the half light, you can tell that his eyes never leave yours, his face only a few inches away from yours, over the hand still on your mouth. Your fingers dig into his shoulders and your heels into the back of his thighs as you start coming around him for the second time. You can feel your walls fluttering around his cock, and get an aborted few curses from Shane for it. He removes his hand from your mouth, and this time he catches any sound you make with his lips, sliding his tongue alongside yours and groaning deep in the back of his throat as he comes as well. 

Shane rests his forehead against yours, both of you breathing deeply for a while. As he slowly rolls to the side, you can actually feel how your body slowly unwinds, your mind going fuzzy with sleepiness. You know, in the far back of your head, that tomorrow you’ll have to deal with all of it. That you’ll probably have to talk about tonight with Shane. But as he helps your groggy body to move enough to put on a few clothes again and get you into a more comfortable position for sleep – because there’s no way that you’re going anywhere now – his barely audible I got you, darling, gives you hope that things could be okay. 

[dixonfaels]

New Chapter!

Weak-Ass Coffee

To know Beth is a whole different experience. Daryl once thought of her as some sheltered kid. While she was very much a sheltered young girl at the beginning of the end of the world she had grown in leaps and bounds from that scared kid back in her family’s farm. Any judgments that Daryl held against her she proved him wrong. She could track, kill a walker with a slick knife to the brain and she was feisty as hell. The bow skills were coming along too. And damn she looked good with that weapon cradled in her bronzed arms. 

[anna-hawk]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Shane Walsh/Reader, Shane Walsh/You, Shane Walsh/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Shane Walsh, Reader, You, Original Female Character(s), Rick Grimes, Lori Grimes, Carl Grimes Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Zombie Apocalypse, Enemies to Friends, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Antagonism, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Teacher Reader Summary:

You meet Shane Walsh the day he wants to pick Carl up from school instead of his parents. You’re Carl’s teacher and his parents haven’t notified you with Shane being the one to fetch him, so you refuse to let the boy leave. It doesn’t go over well.