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Which Daryl should I choose for the rough cover of my Alternate Timeline Bethyl Fic?
Inaccurate vest for setting, more aestheticly pleasing cover (to me at least)
Correct vest coloring + pose looks slightly closer to the scene I’m envisioning.
Don’t bother with a cover, they’re not necessary
Hello, what may be your favourite location in TWD? Mine would be Alexandria.
Definitely Hershels Farm, It so pretty and S2 is an amazing season
The Prison is probably second idk why i just like it
Warning ~ Slight NSFW Content. Contains TWD Spoilers.
🏹Meeting Daryl Dixon For the First Time🏹
-When you and Daryl first met, it was at the prison. You came with your partner, Michonne, leaving Woodbury.
-He was obviously wary about you and Michonne, as he would to any newcomer.
-When you and Rick laid Michonne on the floor to help get her patched up, in walked in Daryl.
-“Rick, who the hell are they?”
-“Sword Lady and Firecracker” You spat, reaching for your hidden Smith and Wesson as Michonne tried to snatch her katana from behind Rick. “Don’t force my hand.”
-“Hey, hey, put the gun down. We’re not gonna hurt y’all unless you try somethin’ stupid first. Alright?” Rick attempted to calm you and Michonne down while he kicked her sword further away. “Hand me the gun.”
-You reluctantly gave Rick your handgun.
-“Y’all wanna tell us your names?” Rick questioned, helping Michonne stand.
-“Y/N and Michonne.” You told Rick, Hershel, Carl, and Daryl. Your partner glared at you. “Michonne, we’ll earn their trust if we’re honest.”
-“You’re a dumbass, Y/N.” Michonne rolled her eyes, still gazing at Rick with eyes full of hatred.
-“Whatever.”
-Some time passed by— a few months since you and Michonne joined Rick’s group. All of the members of the group had trusted the two of you, all except Daryl…
-And since you were one of the most skilled members of the group, that meant Rick assigned you and Daryl on runs together. Most of the time you two being alone. On other occasions, it’d be you, Daryl, Rick, Glenn, Maggie, and Michonne for larger supply runs.
-“Aw that’s real great, Rick. Forcin’ me ta go onna run with Firecracker.” Daryl would scoff, storming off in the opposite direction, tugging his crossbow on his shoulder. “I’d rather go ‘lone.”
-“She and Michonne have earned their places here. They contribute.” Rick would retort. “You have to look out for each other. Besides, you gotta learn to get along. My decision is final, Daryl. End of discussion.”
-Daryl would grumble in response, but wouldn’t say another word.
-As you and Daryl rode on his motorcycle, you got the nerve to ask him something you’ve been meaning to ask for a while.
-“Daryl, why do you hate me?”
-“I don’t.”
-“But you act like you do.”
-“I just don’t trust ya. That’s all. And I ain’t polite ta people I don’t trust. It ain’t nuthin’ personal.”
-“Well, what do I have to do to earn your trust? I’ve done a lot for our people.”
-“My people. Not your people.”
-You scoff. “Whatever, Daryl.”
-And on that particular run, he begins to trust you more. Why? Because you saved him. You saved him from a walker that nearly took a chunk out of his neck.
-You two were in a grocery store. And you had gotten excited about finding baby formula for Judith. “Daryl, I found some formula for little asskicker.” Then you turned around and seen Daryl already looking at you with a smile on his face, oblivious to the walker behind him. “DARYL! BEHIND YOU!”
-You had pulled out your Smith and Wesson, immediately putting a bullet in the walker’s skull.
-“Daryl, you ok?” You scurried up to him, dropping the baby formula and your gun, instantly enveloping him in a hug. “I almost lost you,”
-“No you didn’t. I’m here, I’m here…” Daryl gulped, his heart racing. “Thanks.” And he let go of you, taking off in the other direction. “Don’t forget to pick up the formula.”
-The ride back to the prison was silent.
-But that night wasn’t…
-You and Daryl had guard duty that night up in the tower.
-And let’s just say… you made the first move and one thing led to another…
-You had kissed him and he pushed you away with no hesitation.
-Daryl’s face fell at the realization that he had pushed you.
-“I’m sorry for all tha shit I’ve put-cha through these last few months. It’s just— shit, I think I was tryin’ ta avoid my feelin’s towards ya… But that kiss… you didn’t mean that did ya?”
-You nodded your head. “I… I think I… like you, Daryl.”
-And Daryl grinned. It was the same kind of smile that you seen in the grocery store when he was looking at you.
-Daryl grabbed your hips, pulling you close to him. He smashed his chapped lips to yours, an angry tension turning into a lust-filled one. He had pulled away, licking his lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
-“Don’t stop now.”
-“Trust me, I ain’t, darlin’.”
Ideal World ~ Rick Grimes
It felt like decades since the prison fell. You had been walking for days on ending, not letting yourself stop for a second. Fearing that if you did, you'd never start again. Everyone was gone. That thought alone drove you into the depths of insanity.
Carl, Judith, Daryl, Michonne. They were all gone. But, most importantly, your husband, Rick. Rick was dead. He had left you alone in this world despite the many times he promised he wouldn't.
You were scared, of course, you were. I mean, how could you not be? You were vulnerable with a prominent limp, caused by one of the Governor's explosions and a shallow gunshot wound in your shoulder. The pain was unbearable, and with every passing minute, you felt yourself losing the will to go on.
There was no point anymore. Without Rick, you were nothing. He was your rock and you, his. You completed each other, and there was no way you wanted to go on missing a part of yourself. So you decided not to. You allowed yourself to stop - your body to give up. You slid down the rough bark of a tree, ignoring the further ache it brought you.
"I'm sorry, my love," You allowed yourself to shut your eyes facing the eternal darkness. "Y/N!"
~
Rick and Carl ventured down the road. Carl was leading them as he was the only one of them fit too. Rick was stumbling around, begging his son to slow down, but he refused. They had lost everyone. Rick had lost his wife and daughter. Carl lost his sister and someone he saw as his mother. They were heartbroken, but they still had each other. They had a reason to go on.
He hated to admit it, but Carl still had hope. Not for his sister as the sight of her bloodied pram embroidered in his mind, but for y/n. You had been with them before this. You, Shane and Rick, grew up with each other. You and Rick were always the closest. Causing you to not only be his best friend, best man at his wedding but also Carl's godmother. And since the start of the apocalypse with the lack of parental figures, you had found the role as his makeshift mother. Y/n would take care of him, while his, thought to be dead, father and mother couldn't. Carl loved and often found himself reminiscent of the days they spent together at the quarry. But it was all gone now.
"Carl please," Rick choked, "Let's rest here, all right?" Hesitantly Carl nodded and followed his limping father into the ransacked home. The older man stumbled to the ground his hands shaking. How had this happened? Hershel was gone. Judith too. And Y/n.
The world had already been so cruel to the man. Forcing him to kill his best friend to protect his family only for his wife to die during childbirth. Rick had been lost for a long time. He had no hope for salvation. Until he really saw you. He saw past everything. He saw that you weren't just his best friend nor his child's role model but you were you. He saw your true beauty that day and not a day went by that he forgot it.
But you were gone now. Dead. Probably eaten alive by walkers. And maybe if Rick was lucky, not cursed with the future of returning from the dead. He hadn't seen your body which came as a blessing and a curse. Rick could admit to himself that that sight would completely destroy him. But without seeing you. Seeing the proof would make the parts of him hoping that you were still alive disappear.
"I'm going to get us some supplies," Carl told him, "We're running out of food." The man nodded and went to stand up only to be guided back down by his son. "What are you doing?"
"I'm coming with you. It's not safe on your own," Carl sighed.
"I'll be fine. You need to rest," He assured, "If I see a walker I'll come back here." Rick allowed him to go despite his concerns, knowing that if they didn't go anytime soon they'd die of hunger before anything else. And as for Rick going he could admit it to himself that he'd only slow him down.
Adjusting his sheriff hat Carl continued down the road he and his father were just on. He searched house after house, looking for any food but coming up with nothing but a bag of cereal. The boy followed the road further only to see the stumbling frame of a woman. He at once thought them to be a walker until he heard the cries. The cries that sounded so familiar from the times you had lost someone from the group. Or from times you feared that Rick, Judith and Carl wouldn't survive this world. The woman fell to the side of the road against a tree and sucked in a heavy breath.
Paralysed, Carl watched from down the street. It was you. you were here, wounded but alive. "I'm sorry my love," and with that, you shut your eyes.
Absentmindedly, Carl felt himself rush towards you and screamed your name, "Y/N!" You remained unmoving as he collapsed next to you. The tears fell freely from the young boy's eyes. No, he couldn't lose you now. Not when he just found you again.
"Y/n?" He sobbed, "Y/n please." You didn't move again throwing the boy into a new state of hysteria.
"Please!" Carl gripped the sides of your face hoping that would grab your attention somehow. "Mom please."
You woke to the sound of someone crying over you. Painfully you allowed your eyes to flutter open to see someone you thought you'd never see again.
"Mom please," Carl cried, shutting his eyes tightly.
"C-Carl," You croaked. Carl's eyes shot open and a smile formed on his face to see you awake.
"You're alive," He apprised.
"God, I hope so," You grinned at the young lad, "Are you okay?"
Carl chuckled, "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
"But yeah I'm okay. Me and-" He paused, shooting up, "Dad!"
"What?" You struggled to get up as well.
"My dad. H-he's alive," He told you, "He's back at a house a few blocks from here."
"Rick?" You cried, "He's okay? He's alive? I thought-"
"He's alive but he thinks you're dead so we gotta get you to him now," Carl wrapped his arm around your torso, supporting and carrying your weight.
"I thought you were dead, Carl. I thought you were both dead," you bawled.
Carl looked down at you seeing how you struggled to keep your eyes open, "Hey stay with me, okay?"
"I love you, Carl," you whispered before feeling your body shut down and fall into Carl.
Rick sat against a wall. He bit the ends of his nails. He was worried. Carl should've been back by now. Something was wrong. Something went wrong. Images of his son dead flashed before Rick's eyes. He didn't know for sure but he felt it in his gut. Something had happened to him. Why else would he be taking so long? Rick forced himself up and moved the couch away from the door. He wouldn't let what happened to Judith happen to Carl.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Startled, Rick jumped back away from the door where the knocking sounded. "Dad!" His son panicked, "Please open the door. I can't-- I can't hold her up-" He stopped getting cut off but a slam. Hastily, Rick undid the knot worried for what was wrong with his son.
The former officer threw open the door revealing a sight he could only dream of. "Y/n?" There you lay on the front porch. Your body was caked in blood, head to toe. Some of it your own and some a mix of walkers and the not so friendly people you met on your travels. "Oh god," He dropped to his knees checking his unconscious wife over, "W-where? H-how?"
"I found her on the side of the road. Her legs busted up pretty bad - shoulder too. She was awake before," He retold the events, "She wanted to see you before she passed out."
Rick picked you up bridal style and set you onto the sofa. Regretfully, Rick found that Carl was right about your shoulder as he searched for an exit wound that he more than happily found. Your leg was next as it was scoured in burn marks. Your skin was peeling and parts looked as if it was infected. But none of that truly mattered to him. You were alive. And here. You defied all odds and made your way back to your family.
Catching both of their attention, you began to stir. "Carl?" You called out reawakening.
"I'm here," he told her, still looking over her wounds.
You reopened your y/e/c eyes and instantly fell onto Rick. "My love," You hummed contently as he cupped your cheeks. Rick's blue eyes clouded with tears as he pecked your forehead. Then your cheek. Then your lips.
"You're alive, baby," He cried, "You came back to me. You're really here."
"Yes I did, Mister Grimes. You look like shit," You commented earning a chuckle from both Grimes', "but I still love you," You said in a hushed voice.
"I love you more," Rick told you, "Sleep now." You nodded, cosying into Rick's embrace before shutting your eyes.
In an ideal world, you wouldn't be in pain like this. You wouldn't have to suffer. To lose your loved ones. But this wasn't an ideal world. But it certainly was one you could settle for. You had your husband back, your son too and they had you. And that's all you could ever ask for.
A Rick Grimes edit I made🥰
Song: Killin’ On Demand by Freddie Dredd
⚠️TW: Gore/blood, flashing lights, zombies/walkers, weapons, murder, sounds of gunshots, language/cursing!
I hope you enjoy my edit. I really loved making this one🔪🪓🩸🧟
*whispers* Liar
