Prompt: A new girl keeps flirting with Daryl, and that pisses you off...
Warnings: A little violence, cussing, jealous/possessive reader
Word Count: 1714
Just a little sum sum I threw together real quick based loosely on a dream I had yesterday ;)
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You couldn’t help the burning feeling in your chest as you watched the new girl blatantly flirt with Daryl. At first it hadn’t bothered you - you even found it slightly comical. Daryl was clearly awkward and uninterested. She followed him around like a lost puppy and you could see that it annoyed him. From the moment she laid eyes on him, you could tell she would be a problem. She looked him up and down like a piece of meat. Yes, anyone with a working set of eyes could see how gorgeous Daryl was. You couldn’t blame her for being interested - you’d once been in her shoes. Desperately trying to get the attention of the Dixon. But as the days went on and she continued to follow him around, flirting with him right in front of you, you began growing more and more irritated. It was disrespectful - really. She must know that you guys were together, it wasn’t hard to tell. You would sit beside him anytime you were together, with your knees touching. Sometimes you would lean on him, especially at fires. You were together as much as possible, you never went out of the gates without him by your side. So she clearly didn’t care and was being rude.
You could practically feel the steam coming out of your ears as you watched her lean against the wooden wall of Alexandria as Daryl dug a hole for a new body. One of the newer members of the community - Ryan - someone you hadn’t gotten to know well - had been killed by a walker on a run gone bad yesterday. Daryl volunteered to dig the six foot deep hole in the growing cemetery of bodies of the fallen members of the community. Instead of helping, Christina was leaning against the wall, watching him with a grin on her face. You could see his muscles bulging as he threw dirt over his shoulder, sweat dripping down his biceps as he did so. She was talking away about who knows what while he didn’t even acknowledge her.
You knew that it was kind of stupid to feel this way but that didn’t make the feeling go away. Daryl would never do anything to betray your trust, he would never cheat on you. It was hard enough to get him to be comfortable being affectionate with you - there’s no way he’d ever be that way with some random girl. Yet, you still felt the burning jealousy boiling over as you watched her, no longer planting the seeds in the garden. Who does she think she is? She definitely knows that you’re together. You watch her giggle and reach out, placing her hand on his bicep playfully. You clench and unclench your fists, trying to resist going over there and punching her pretty little face. You watched as Daryl finally looked up at her from his spot in the ground and shot her a strange look, which she ignored and continued rambling on.
You’d had enough as you watched her move a strand of his hair out of his face and you stood up, snatching your water bottle roughly off the ground and stalking across the street over to your boyfriend and this tramp.
“Hey, you look like you could use a drink.” You call as you approach them, making both heads turn to face you. She doesn’t attempt to hide her annoyance as her face drops and she narrows her eyes toward you. Daryl looks relieved as he steps out of the hole and accepts the water bottle from you.
“Thanks,” he responds, taking a few gulps of it. You brush some of the dirt off his biceps just because you can, unable to help shooting a knowing look over at Christina, whose hands were crossed over her chest as she glared at you. You bite your lip to hide your smirk and smile up at Daryl.
“How’s it going?” You ask.
“Nearly done. Tired o’ this.” He mutters, handing you the bottle back.
“Keep it.” You respond with a sympathetic smile. “I know hun, it never gets any easier.” Referring to burying someone.
“How’s the crops?” Daryl asks, making conversation, grabbing the shovel back but not beginning again yet.
“Eh, it’s getting there. The birds did a lot of damage.” You respond, shuffling your weight. “You need a serious shower.” You smirk, shoving his dirt stained arm. He shoots you a playful glare and you chuckle. “You should join me later.” Your smirk grows as you hear a huff from Christina, making Daryl glance her direction and then narrow his eyes knowingly at you. You try your best to keep from laughing and keep a straight face, but he sees right through you.
“Ya know this hole’s almost done, how about I help you?” Christina speaks up. Funny - she hadn’t been helping this whole time.
“Nah, I got it.” Daryl responds, but she walks over and places her back to you, smiling up at Daryl and placing her hand on his that held the shovel.
“I insist.” It takes all of you not to shove her into the hole but you resist.
“Actually that would be great.” You jump in, shooting her a fake smile. She raises a brow, clearly surprised at your response, but her face falls when you continue. “Daryl I need your help with our bed frame. It needs fixed before tonight, I don’t wanna sleep on the floor.” You smirk, watching Daryl’s cheeks tint pink before he quickly drops his gaze, tossing his sweaty hair and scoffing.
“Yer right.”
“Wait I meant I’d help. Not do it myself. I’m not strong enough. I need your help Daryl.” She obliges, placing her hand on his chest, stepping between the two of you.
“Er-” Daryl starts, taking a step back.
“Alright, that’s it. I’m done playing nice.” You start, pissed off. You tap her shoulder roughly and step between the two of them. “Stop flirting with him. And stop standing between us like I’m not here. You will not disrespect me or our relationship. Got it?” You demand, glaring darkly at this annoying tramp. She is shocked at first before she drops the shovel and crosses her arms, eyeing you up.
“I wasn’t talking to you, was I?” She retorts. By this point, you spot Rick and Michonne watching from a distance, clearly debating whether to intervene.
“Well I’m talking to you. And you’re gonna listen if you wanna keep that pretty little face in tact.” You take a step closer into her space.
“Y/N…” Daryl places a hand on your shoulder but you shrug it away, not breaking eye contact.
“I really don’t care what you have to say. I don’t see Daryl objecting.” She says.
“Then you’re blind and you don’t know him at all. If you touch him again, I will break your nose.” You promise.
“Daryl, are you going to let this bitch talk to me like this?” She asks over your shoulder. You start laughing and move out of the way, turning to look at Daryl, who stares back at you two.
“Uh, yeah, I am. Ya best listen t’ her,” He warns.
“Oh please. You really wouldn’t rather get to know me....” She purrs, taking a few steps toward Daryl and placing both hands on his chest. Daryl pushes her away, but gently, and you laugh again.
“That’s it. I warned you.” You grab her by her hair just as Rick yells out but you ignore him, yanking Christina to the ground and pinning her by her throat with your boot. She squirms and claws at your leg but you hold your position.
“Y/N!” Rick hollers, jogging over half-heartedly, but Daryl steps in his way.
“Nah, she’s got it.” He keeps him from stepping in, Michonne trailing behind.
“It’s okay, Rick. Don’t worry. I won’t mess her face up too bad.” You smirk, leaning down over her, just out of her arms reach. “Now what did I say would happen if you touched my man again? Hm?” You taunt, glaring down at her.
“You cunt.” She chokes out, and you press your boot down harder on her throat.
“Mmm no, that’s not what I said. I said… I would break your nose. Clearly, you don’t care very much for that pretty face of yours.” You mutter, standing back up and keeping the weight on her throat, making her choke and gasp. “Oh well, not like it got your very far, did it?” You smirk before raising your boot up just enough to smash it back down right on her face, hearing the distinct sound of her nose breaking. She screams out dramatically and you roll your eyes, stepping away from her as she rolls over and holds her bleeding face. “I warned you.” You shrug, unsympathetic. “Don’t worry, we got a good doctor. Hopefully you learned your lesson… I wouldn’t wanna have to break anything else on your body.” You yank her up by her shirt and pin her up into the wall.
“Y/N!” Rick shouts, Daryl still in his way. He shoots you a look, although he is clearly impressed.
“Anywhere you touch Daryl, that’s what I will break on your next. Got me?” You growl. She only grumbles and holds her nose, so you slam her back into the wall roughly. “Answer me.” You growl.
“Yes! Yes! Let me go!” She cries. You smirk and take a step back, letting her run off, dripping blood as she goes.
“Was that really necessary?” Rick grumbles, pinching the brim of his nose.
“Yes, it was. I was only keeping my promise, Rick. I’m a woman of my word.” You smirk, walking back to Daryl’s side.
“Yer my jealous lil psycho.” He chuckles, placing his bare arm over your shoulder.
“I don’t like when people touch what’s mine.” You shrug.
“Just don’t go overboard.” Rick warns, his expression annoyed but his eyes betraying him, clearly amused by the show you put on. Michonne smirks at you and rolls her eyes, walking away with Rick.
“Yer cute when yer jealous.” Daryl mutters into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“C’mon, let’s go break our bed for real…” You smirk, pulling Daryl away to your shared house.
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Being Paul “Jesus” Rovia Boyfriend/ S/o would include:
(Nsfw below the cut. I have a lot of feelings about Paul Rovia, so this is way longer than my Kylo Ren one, I got a little carried away in fact. Also a decent amount of Gregory bashing in this because I hate that asshole)
- Going with him on runs because you’re the only one who can keep up with him.
- Keeping an eye on the Hilltop group when you do stay home.
- Ranting to each other about Gregory being a moron.
- Being good friends with Maggie and him being happy that you get to have something normal with everything else going on.
- Him being terrified that Negan will eventually take you from him.
- You being scared of the same thing for him.
- Cuddles. All the time. Especially in bed.
- Speaking of “in bed”
- When he comes home from going on a run alone the first thing he does after dropping off whatever he’d found is drag you to your shared trailer and make love to you.
- Him being super gentle at times and amazingly rough others.
- You both switching.
- Him liking it when he fucks you but loving it when you fuck him.
- If you’re a virgin when you get together then he’s very careful about not pressuring you.
- But when you tell him that you’re ready he’s more than happy to oblige.
- The first time you tell him you want to top he’s so turned on by the idea that he can hardly wait till that night to let you.
- He’s ridiculously clingy and cuddly after sex.
- His favorite sleeping positions change depending on what you two did before bed.
- If he just came from a run, then he wants to be facing you so he can see your face when he opens his eyes.
- If he just got done fucking you, he prefers to have your head on his chest and his arms around you, so he can feel your breathing against him.
- When he’s just gotten fucked by you, he likes to be the little spoon because he always feels vulnerable after.
- When you both get back from a run you went on together, he liked to be the big spoon, because he needs to feel you in his arms, especially if there was a close call.
- Him letting you play with his hair and liking it when you braid it back out of his face.
- He let you braid his beard once too. He didn’t really care for it though.
- “I look like a Viking, Y/N”
- “A very sexy Viking”
- You two know everything about each other. Your pasts, your hopes for the future. Every secret you both ever had, the other knows it, accepts it, and continues to love and be loved.
- You’re the only one aloud to call him Paul.
- You inadvertently taking Enid under your wing and him helping you keep an eye on her when he can because he knows you care about her.
- Gregory making rude comments about you two but neither of you putting up with his shit when he does.
- You almost knocked the old geezer out once because he called you both fags. He pretended to forget the next day.
- You helping to hide Daryl when Negan’s men come and being really good at lying to them.
- Paul is incredibly turned on by how smooth you were.
- You both being willing to go to the ends of the earth for each other.
Imagine saving Daryl Dixon from a pack of zombies Wandering through the woods seemed like the worst, yet best option. When it came down to it, walking on the side of the road was risky. Zombies were dangerous, but people were worse, you had learned that from your previous camp. Struggle echoed through the words, whatever was going on, someone was in danger. You started to run through the woods quietly, hoping to find the struggling person. Seeing another person could be relieving for you, it had been almost a month. You came across a man covered in dirt, his hair matted and long. He was surrounded by a group of walkers, pivoting in circle, hoping to avoid being bitten. He was sweating, causing his leather vest to stick to his skin, his jeans turning darker blue. His crossbow was loaded, but in the small circle, he couldn’t get a big hit. Arrows protruded from the undead walkers, each zombie looked to be rotten compared to the last. They were all changing colors, a pale green to a skin peeling orange, you were quick to react. You had a whistle hanging from your neck, you had used it anytime you truly needed to attract a walker. You blew deeply into the whistle, causing a loud ringing to protrude from the bright red whistle. The zombies turned around slowly, a hissing escaping from them as they sauntered towards you. “Come on.” You started to back up, each of the 8 zombies following you. The man took the opportunity to start shooting at the undead. The arrow hit the zombie closet to you in the head, it crumbled to the ground. You pulled your machete out of your coat, it wasn’t long, but it was sharp enough to go through heads. The man was loading his crossbow again, but you already were stabbing your knife into the skull of the zombies. They fell to the ground, your blade coated in dark blood, you were out of breath. “I had ‘em, girl.” He stated while looking up at the out of breath you. “Apparently you didn’t, a thank you would be nice.” He scoffed loudly, moving closer to you as he pulled his arrows out of the zombies. “A thank ya? For a what, attracted’ more zombies?” He gestured to something behind you, you turned to see more zombies coming towards you. “I saved you! Accept it. Geez.” You turned on your heel slowly, refusing to look at the man as you walked away. He grabbed you by the arm, in which you pulled away, “I’m not gonna save you from those 3 other walkers.”
Request: Daryl x Reader where they go out hunting or something but the reader gets hurt and Daryl has to get her back home before she bleeds out or something? Just some hurt/comfort with Daryl and the reader
Setting: Takes place in S6 before the Saviors - inspired by S4E13 with Beth and Daryl
Word Count: 1296
Warnings: none, just some good ol flufffff ♥
A/N: I know this doesn’t involve the reader being seriously injured but I hope you like this :)
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Daryl was pretty upset when you got hurt while you were out hunting with him. He was teaching you how to track - something the two of you had done together numerous times over the last few months, but something had gone wrong this time. A rotting walker hidden under a lot of dirt and debris had grabbed your foot out of nowhere, causing you to tumble down a few foot slope, hurting your ankle.
Daryl killed the walker and within seconds was by your side. “Ya alright?” He asks as he glances around, checking your surroundings. When he knows the coast is clear he bends to help you up but you let out a screech when you put pressure on your right ankle, collapsing back to the ground. “Shit,” Daryl mutters, taking your foot into his lap. He raises your pant leg to look at the ankle and gently moves it, watching your face tense up in pain when he does so. “Probably sprained it.” He grumbles.
Of course he blames himself for you getting hurt. It had nothing to do with him but in his mind, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt if he had been paying closer attention. Thankfully you guys were only a short walking distance away from the walls of Alexandria, but you still weren’t going to be able to walk there. Daryl helped you onto your feet, making sure you kept your right foot raised while you leaned on him for support. You held onto his shoulder as best as you could as he guided you up the slope and through the trees, hopping along slowly.
Eventually Daryl gave up and told you to stop, helping you lean your back against a tree so that he could let you go. He readjusted his crossbow so that it was swung around his chest, then lowered himself in front of you and extended his arms. “Hop on,” You stare at his back for a second before letting out a quick chuckle.
“Seriously?” You ask. Daryl wasn’t normally one for initiating any sort of physical contact, let alone letting you wrap your whole body around him to be carried.
“Serious piggyback. C’mon,” He grumbles, readjusting himself as he waits for you to climb on. You decide not to argue with him and jump onto his back as best as you can. He lets out a huff as he adjusts his grasp on your thighs and you try not to focus on his large hands gripping you there. It wasn’t like you and Daryl had never done anything, being as you had been together since the prison - but it was usually rare that you had any physical affection from the man - not that this was affection.
You clear your head as he begins walking back toward the front gate from the woods, keeping an eye out for the two of you as he carried you. Aaron gave you guys a strange look as he opened the gate up and you hid your face in Daryl’s shoulder, feeling your cheeks burning. Most people knew that you guys were together, but no one ever really saw you guys do anything - so this must have been a sight. You were pretty sure that Daryl wasn’t liking all the looks that he was receiving as he passed by different people on his way to Denise’s “office” to get your ankle checked out, but he didn’t say anything.
After confirming that you had sprained your ankle, Denise wrapped it up for you and gave Daryl instructions on how to take care of you for the next few days. He stood awkwardly with his arms crossed as she showed him how she was wrapping your ankle and told him how to keep your foot positioned. He nodded and grunted every so often and you tried hard to keep a straight face at the scene.
Rick offered to help you get back to the house that you guys shared with him and some of the others, which Daryl surprisingly turned down. Instead, he lifted you up bridal style and carried you back to the house himself. You were sure you were not light to carry and he had to walk over a block to get there, but he didn’t seem to struggle much. He set you down gently in the kitchen on the island counter before moving around to put his things away. You sat there and watched him, trying not to let your sappiness get the best of you. Times like this, where Daryl showed how much he cared about you, really meant a lot to you.
“What?” He asks when he spots you watching him. You shrug your shoulders and look away, your eyes wandering aimlessly around the kitchen. “Hungry?” He asks, approaching one of the cabinets.
“Yeah,” You respond, watching him as he pulled out a few different items.
“How’s it feel?” He asks as he starts spreading peanut butter onto a piece of bread. Watching him do this makes you feel almost domestic, but you ignore the longing feeling and continue watching him.
“Just sore.” You say. He lets out a grunt in response as he folds the two pieces of bread together and hands you the peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He grabs the nearly empty jelly container and leans against the counter across from you, watching you take a bite. He would never admit it, but he didn’t mind taking care of you like this.
“Thanks babe.” You tease by the use of the pet-name. Daryl rolls his eyes with a smirk and shoves two fingers into the container, messily coating them in jelly before jamming them into his mouth. You let out a gasp and giggle at his disgusting behavior, enjoying his jelly covered smirk. “You got a little somethin... There.” You joke, pointing at his whole face. He licks his fingers clean and then his lips before setting the container back onto the counter. “C’mere,” You mutter, motioning him toward you with a finger.
Daryl gives you a look before moving to stand in front of you, basically at the same height now because of your seat on the island counter. You grab his bare arm and tug him closer so that he is standing between your legs. He cocks an eyebrow at you but says nothing, clearly a bit taken aback by your bold actions. You raise your hand up and brush your thumb against the corner of his mouth, capturing the rogue spot of jelly he missed before sticking the tip of your thumb in your mouth to lick it off.
His intense blue eyes watch you as you do so, his expression changing to one that you don’t quite recognize. Taking in the intimacy of your position, you are dying to kiss him. Sure, you’ve kissed before - but it was rare, like most of you physical attention from him. You lean in slowly, giving him a chance to back away if he wants to, but he doesn’t - so you press you lips against his softly.
The kiss is slow and tender but it takes your breath away. You pull away just enough to lean your forehead against his, “Thank you,” You mumble as you move back.
“For wha?” He questions, his husky voice a little deeper than a moment ago.
“Helping me. Being you. Everything.” You say. He studies you for a moment before shrugging.
“Ya hit yer head too?” He taunts halfheartedly, grabbing the jelly again and sticking his middle finger back into it, making you chuckle.
“I dunno maybe.” You joke, picking your sandwich back up and taking another bite. Daryl leans back against the counter and watches you as you guys eat together, taking in the peaceful moment together.
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A/N: I couldn’t really think of a good way to make this into a decent sized/quality imagine soo I decided to write it as a headcannon instead | The religion wasn’t specified so I just chose Christianity
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How you could be a religious person during the apocalypse baffled Negan
At first he would make fun of you for it, trying to see just how serious you were
But after he got to know you better, he realized that you were not going to change your mind about it
There was a time that you got into an argument with him because he said that it was stupid to believe in any sort of God that would allow this shit to happen
You told him that you would not change your views for him, which he admired you more for
Eventually he came to accept that it was a part of you, more often than not leaving it be
There were times that he would walk in on you saying a prayer
The first time he just stood there in shock, watching you as you were unaware
The time that he walked in on you saying a prayer about him was when everything really changed
He heard you asking God for forgiveness for his sins, and to protect him in this world. You were on the brink of tears as you prayer for his safety.
This was when Negan realized just how much you cared for him
Whenever he accidentally interrupted you during your praying he would exit the room silently so he didn’t disturb you.
At first you were afraid to bless your food in front of him
You asked him if you could one time and he didn’t object, although he did not join
He does not share your views but he does admire you for being so firm in them
One time he caught a Savior talking shit about you because he found out about your beliefs and Negan put him in a cell for a week
Once in a while Negan would ask questions about different topics of Christianity or your view on different matters - enjoying picking your brain
After telling the group about your big news, Daryl stopped lashing out as badly as he did the day he outed you. He still basically followed you around everywhere like a lost puppy, but he tried not to treat you too differently. However the men agreed that you shouldn’t be going out on runs anymore. You fought Rick tooth and nail, but he Glenn and Daryl agreed that it was unnecessary to risk your safety like that.
Time drug on slowly, and you began feeling like a prisoner at the prison(ironic, right?). Daryl would sleep with you on the nights that he wasn’t in the guard tower, slowly becoming more and more comfortable with you, in private. He would be awake well before you, typically leaving something on the bed side table for you. Some days it was a book, others it was a bottle of water or an orange. As you began to show more, he insisted that you stay in bed, but you refused.
You spent a lot of time attempting to learn new hobbies, working in the crops with Hershel, joining him in sessions with Carol and Maggie, anything to keep yourself occupied. For a while Daryl kept himself busy with runs, gathering as many supplies for the baby as possible. One day you were walking back up from the field, dusting the dirt off of your hands. At the top by the gate stood Daryl, Rick and Hershel talking. When you got closer, they noticed you and seemingly stopped their conversation after a look from Daryl. “What?” You question, slightly winded from walking up the hill. You have a baby bump at this point, but you were only going on five months. The winter was approaching fast, and that was why you were trying to stay on top of the crops, since food was going to be short as they begin to die.
Rick gives Daryl a look and he sighs, looking at you with reluctance. “Found a baby store, gonna head over there now.” He says, taking a step toward you and giving you a little squeeze on the shoulder. “Wait, hold up, I want to go.” You say, grabbing his bicep before he can walk away. Rick gives him another look but he shakes his head.
“No, Y/N.” Daryl speaks sternly, but you cross your arms and glare.
“I am coming! I want to pick out stuff for my child.” You argue.
“I will bring back as much as I can and ya can go through that.” He states matter of factly. Rick places a hand on your shoulder and looks again at Daryl.
“We already checked out the area, it seemed good. She’ll be safe with all of us.” Rick says, taking your side. You smile a little and give Daryl a hopeful look.
“Please? I’ll stay right by your side.” You practically beg. Daryl rolls his eyes and scoffs, but says “C’mon then, wasting daylight.”
When you get there, they tell you to wait in the car until they’ve established that the building and surrounding area is clear. Maggie decided to wait in the car with you as Daryl Rick and Glenn checked the place out. “How are you feeling?” She asks from her place in the front seat, looking back at you with a sweet smile.
“Nauseous, achey. But I needed to get out of there, I was going insane.” You explain, pulling your sweater on a little tighter. It’s only the beginning of November, but it was clearly going to be a rough winter, seeing as how cold it has been already. “Alright, we’re good.” Rick calls out. You and Maggie get out together and head over to join the men at the door of the building. Daryl is stiff and tense as he watches you walk over, watching your surroundings like a hawk, as if something was going to swoop you up out of nowhere. When you reach him, a large gust of wind blows your sweater and hair away, and you cross your arms tightly, obviously cold. He sets his crossbow down momentarily and pulls your sweater on you tighter, buttoning up the last button and rubbing your arms for a moment. “We need t’ find ya a better jacket.” He mutters, mostly to himself. “C’mon.” He says, grabbing his crossbow and leading the way inside. It’s dark but you can still see where you are going with the sunlight peeking inside. “Stay close.” You hear Rick call out quietly. It is a regular shopping store full of baby furniture and clothes and supplies, and it doesn’t look all that wiped out.
Unfortunately, there was no way for you to know what gender your baby was, so you didn’t exactly know what color clothes to grab. The group has been grabbing basically whatever they could find, both for your baby and for Judith. But since there are two to look after, supplies are even more crucial. Thankfully though, your baby would be able to have Judith’s hand-me-downs, being as she will be a little over a year older than your child.
You wandered around, looking at different things throughout the store, wondering where to even begin. All that the men had really brought back over the last few months were clothes diapers and formula. This was the first actual store for babies that they had come across, so you were hoping to find everything you still needed here. Glenn and Rick found some things that they already started working on moving outside to the truck. You watched as they carried a box of a build-it-yourself crib, and Maggie followed them with two strollers, shooting you a quick comforting smile as she passed. Daryl stuck close by you as you went through the baby clothes, picking out as much as you could for newborns, but also grabbing a bunch of stuff for all months as it grows.
You felt him behind you as you stared at an adorable pink dress for a 10 month old, your eyes tearing up. “Hmm?” He questions, rubbing his hand down your arm soothingly as he looks at the dress with you. This whole thing terrified him, but as time went on he felt himself growing more excited to meet the little version of himself and you.
“I’m just so happy. After everything happened… I had given up on the idea of ever having my own family… And now you’ve given that to me…” You explain, sniffling back tears and turning around to face Daryl. He looks embarrassed but you see a small smile threatening to expose itself. He just shrugs his shoulders, unsure of how to respond, and you giggle at him. You get up on your tippy-toes and give him a short kiss on the cheek, then leaning your forehead on his chest. He doesn’t speak, just rubbing your back and holding you against his chest. Your pregnancy has made him more open and affectionate than before, and you have been loving it.
“C’mon, let’s finish up here.” He mutters after a moment, and you nod, filling up your basket with more baby clothes.
When you guys returned the sun had almost fully set. Daryl helped you out of the truck and told you to head up, insisting that they will grab everything. “Stop.” You mutter tiredly, grabbing two baskets full of clothes, one in each hand, and beginning to head inside. The run had certainly tired you more than you had expected it to, so you took the stuff inside and placed it on one of the big tables, then headed off to your room to lay down.
You carefully laid back, your feet finally feeling some relief. You quickly drifted off to sleep, but only for about a half an hour. When you woke up, you were alone, but it was almost totally dark. You headed out in search of Daryl and food, feeling both lonely and hungry. And so you walked around the prison munching on a banana, asking around if anyone knew where Daryl was.
“What’s wrong?” You hear, and spin around to find Daryl approaching you.
“Nothing, nothing I’m fine.” You assure him, watching as he relaxes a little. “I just missed you.” You mumble. Daryl gives you a look and you smile shyly. “I’d blame the hormones but… It’s just you.” You flirt a little, taking a step closer to him and touching his arm playfully. He rolls his eyes and smirks lightly at you. “C’mon then.” He mutters, putting his hand on the small of your back and heading back to the cell block. You started heading toward your cell, but Daryl stops you. “Come see this,” He mumbles, leading you toward the last cell. You look at him curiously but look inside and gasp. The room had been set up with a crib, rocker and some baby stuff. They put stickers on the wall and set up a little storage bin area in the corner with toys and clothes. “Daryl! It’s perfect!” You exclaim, your eyes tearing up and you turn around and throw your arms around him. “You’re amazing, I love it!” You exclaim in his chest, hugging him as best as you can with your bump. He hesitates for a moment, but wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your head. “Good.” He whispers, rubbing your back again.
You ended the night in bed in Daryl’s arm, feeling restless but tired. “If it’s a boy… Daryl junior.” You mutter suddenly, catching him off guard.
“Really?” He questions, cocking an eyebrow.
“Yes!” You laugh, totally serious.
“What bout a girl?” He asks, brushing some hair out of your face, curious about the names you thought of for that.
“Emily?” You ask, looking up at his face in the dark for his reaction. He doesn’t make a face, only looking down at you.
“Mm.” He mutters, smiling slightly. “I like it.” He says. He catches you off guard by placing his hand on your bump, looking at you as though asking permission, and you nod at him. He gently rubs it, closing his eyes and beginning to drift off to sleep, holding the two most precious things to him closely.
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The one place that you can be found the most, is the RV. Something about it felt like the closest thing to a home since you lost your’s. You would take turns with Andrea, Dale and Glenn being on watch, or you’d hangout inside it. You’d read a book, clean the weapons, attempt to sew clothes for the group, things of that sort. You weren’t very close to everyone in the group, only having been with them for two months or so.
You have opened up a little more since Rick joined and sort of replaced Shane as leader. Back when Merle was still around, he used to hit on you a lot, probably the most consistent talking you did with anyone in the group. Here and there you would speak to Amy or Andrea, Glenn or Dale, sometimes Lori or Carol - but definitely not Daryl.
It wasn’t like you didn’t WANT to talk to him - no, you wanted to more than anyone else here. But he was pretty damn intimidating. You’ve noticed that he seems to be becoming a little less... standoffish, as time goes on - but not enough that you feel starting up a conversation with him.
So, for the most part, you just admire him from afar. You don’t even mean to, but you often catch yourself staring at him as he talks to Rick or Shane. You really wish he was just a little more approachable, just so you could try to build some sort of friendship, or ANYTHING.
Today was like most other days - you sat on a fold-up chair on the roof of the RV, sweating under the intense Atlanta sun, pretty damn bored. You are attempting to fan yourself with a magazine, but it is doing little to nothing. All you can see are trees and open field, absolutely nothing, like usual. You hear some men talking and your gaze turns to the left, spotting Rick talking with Daryl and Glenn. You can’t quite make out what they’re saying, and you try to listen in from where you sit, curious about if they’re going out looking for Sophia again, but it’s no use.
You see Daryl and Rick turn your direction and quickly move your head to the right, trying to play off the fact that you were just staring, but you can tell you’ve been caught. You resist looking back, instead adjusting yourself in your seat and crossing your legs, grossing restless.
After a few moments you hear someone approaching and look down to see none other than Daryl himself heading into the RV. You don’t say anything, and neither does he, like normal. After a minute or so, he comes back out with three weapons. You figure that he will keep walking like he always does and not say anything to you, but he catches you off guard, hollering up, “Ya know you’re supposed to be lookin’ out for walkers, not us.” He says, squinting up at you, a tiny smirk playing at his lips.
Your jaw drops a bit by his random straight-forwardness, and you try to think of a quick response, but he flustered you. He begins walking away, but not before you holler “There’s nothing else to see!” He just shakes his head as he walks away, leaving you sitting up there, a bit embarrassed but mostly shocked that he finally spoke to you.
The next morning you were up bright and early, heading back up to relieve Dale from watch. “Ya know, Glenn could take a shift too.” Dale says as he stands, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He hands you the sniper and you shrug. “I’ve got nothin better to do.” You respond, taking his seat in the uncomfortable chair with a sigh.
After about a half an hour, you spot Daryl coming toward the house from his tent away from the group. You watch him walk for a moment, his muscles prominent under the early morning sun, but then you remember him catching you looking yesterday and turn your gaze away from him.
“I saw ya.” He hollers up, startling you, as he walks by. He doesn’t look at you, but you see that small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth again.
“I glanced, you look like a walker from afar with all that dirt on ya.” You respond, teasing him for not even attempting to clean up. He scoffs and shrugs as he continues past the RV.
The rest of the morning is uneventful. You spend a little time sewing a pair of Rick’s pants and one of Carol’s shirts as you sit up there, bored as hell. Andrea came by and you spoke to her for a few minutes before she went on her way, and Dale returned to bring you some breakfast and a half bottle of water. You saw Daryl head out with Rick not long after you spoke to him, and they returned just as you were being relieved by Glenn from watch.
You climbed down from the RV, pulling your tank top up a bit to wipe your face of the sweat. You see the two of them walking over here and quickly turn your eyes back up to Glenn, responding to what he had just said. You certainly don’t want it to seem like you’re always staring at Daryl, as he already assumes.
“Mornin, Y/N.” Rick greets with a nod as he steps into the RV. You nod back at him and shift your weight. You avoid looking at Daryl, whom stands a few feet in front of you, waiting for Rick. When you do finally look his direction, he is already looking at you.
He gives you a sideways look that practically says “again” and you roll your eyes at him. “What, so I can’t look at you for a split second?” You ask, crossing your arms, shocking yourself by your sudden bravery. He looks at you for a moment, his face unreadable, his gaze making you grow nervous.
Finally, he shrugs, gruffly saying “Can do whateva ya want.” You bite your lip nervously for a second, then grab your bottle of water and begin walking away, but not before hollering over your shoulder “I’ll keep that in mind,” And with your back turned to him, you don’t see him watching you walk away, taken aback by your suggestive comment. He glances up and sees Glenn smirking at him - now it was his turn to get caught watching you. He rolls his eyes and scoffs, heading into the RV to see what was taking Rick so long, but not before one last glance in your direction, which you catch, smirking at him over your shoulder.
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Etsy! | Support My Blog | Coming Soon | Prompt IdeasDaryl:
When some idiot from Alexandria decided to approach you as you sat beside Daryl on your front steps and begin flirting, you stared at him, dumbfounded. You glanced over at your boyfriend, who just scoffed at the man and rolled his eyes. “Uh, thank you, but I’m with him.” You would explain, nodding to Daryl, who glares at the dumbass. If he is stupid enough to continue flirting with you, Daryl would stand up, getting in the man’s face, saying “She said she ain’t fuckin interested.” And that would be enough to make the man scurry off. Daryl would sit back down beside you, placing a hand on your thigh, clearly in a bad mood now, calming down a little when you lay your head on his shoulder.
Rick:
When some dumbass had the balls to flirt with you, whom everyone was aware is Rick’s girl, right in front of himself, he would actually laugh at first. “Seriously?” He would say after the man told you his stupid pickup line, tilting his head and giving him that look that said “Bitch really?”. The man would give Rick attitude, and that’s when he would stand up, telling him he better walk away while Rick’s still letting him. And if the man still didn’t listen, Rick would punch him in the gut, making him puke in front of you, then run away all embarrassed. He would sit back down beside you, placing a hand over your shoulder and kisses the side of your head as you laugh at his possessiveness.
Negan:
Anyone who was stupid enough to not only flirt with Negan’s girl, but to do so right in front of him, was clearly suicidal. But yet, one of Negan’s newest recruits that Simon rescued, approached you as you stood beside Negan, listening to Dwight and him discuss a plan. The man would tap your shoulder, complimenting your body and saying some stupid pickup line, causing all three of you to stare at the man as if he was the dumbest person alive. Dwight would back up and you would chuckle, realizing that Negan is about to snap. He would glare at the man for a moment, then a smile would break out and he would laugh. “Really? Right in front of me? You got some giant fuckin balls!” He would exclaim, before calling two of his men over and telling them to lock this man up in one of the cells.
Shane:
Everyone in your group was aware that you and Shane are together, and yet some man had the nerve to come up to you and start flirting with you, right in front of Shane. He would stand there, crossing his arms and laughing as the man continues trying to make a pass at you. You would just look at him like he had three-heads, then look to Shane, who would run a hand through his hair and get in the man’s face. “Yer real stupid, ya know that? Walk away, don’t let me catch you near her again.” He would threaten, tilting his head to the side as he glared at the man, waiting for him to do anything to give him an excuse to beat the shit out of him.
Paul:
When a man would approach you, right in front of him, and begin flirting with you, he would give him the benefit of the doubt at first - maybe he doesn’t realize that you are taken. “Uh, yeah, ‘xcuse me, she/he’s dating me.” Paul would say, standing closer to your side. When the man only scoffs and ignores Paul, returning back to making disrespectful comments to you, Paul would slightly push you behind himself, having enough of this man disrespecting the both of you. “Leave, now.” He would threaten, and when the man still persisted, taking a swing at your boyfriend, he would easily dodge it, grabbing his wrist and twisting it behind his back, pinning him down with ease and warning him one last time before he did some serious damage. The dumbass would finally listen, scampering off, and Paul would apologize to you, placing a hand on your waist and kissing your forehead.
Glenn:
He would be pretty ticked off the moment that this new guy approached you, right in front of him, and started making disrespectful comments. He would step to your side, glaring at the man, warning him to leave. When he didn’t listen, and crossed the line by calling you a foul name, Glenn would punch him straight in the face, breaking his nose, making him run off and never approach you again.
Merle:
When a man would approach you as you stood beside Merle, leaning over a car as you discussed the Governor’s offer about Michonne, and began hitting on you, he would start to laugh. The man would glare at him and Merle would put his hands up, chuckling. “Oh please, continue making a pass at my lady.” Merle says, almost daring the man. When he is stupid enough to continue, and you tell him you are not interested, and he still persists, is where Merle draws the line. “She said she ain’t interested. Why don’t ya scamper off before ya fuckin regret comin over here.” Merle threatens, stepping between the two of you. The man would look down at your boyfriend’s prosthetic arm with a knife attached, and decided to just walk away, leaving Merle smirking and placing a sloppy kiss on your temple.
Abraham:
When some man from Alexandria approached the two of you standing at the truck together, discussing where to go on a supply run, and began complimenting your hair and body and literally everything, Abraham would just turn and look at the guy. You would awkwardly thank him as your boyfriend would chuckle behind you, placing his body firm against your back, towering over both you and the guy, and place a hand on your arm. “Buddy, if you don’t want to find yourself in a pickle, I would suggest you find someone else’s girl to hit on.” He warns, and the guy sizes Abraham up for a moment, before being smart enough to walk away, muttering to himself. Abraham would place a kiss on the top of your head and slip a hand into your back-pocket, returning to the map.
Tara:
When some girl from Alexandria approached you, beginning to compliment your hair and eyes, she didn’t think too much of it, just ignoring her. But when she asked if you were together, and then proceeded to say that she could treat you better, is when Tara got up, standing between the two of you. “Seriously? Right in front of me? Just leave. Now.” She warns, and the woman just scoffs, walking away muttering insults. You’d pull Tara back from her arm and place a kiss on her cheek, interlocking your fingers with her’s.
Rosita:
When some girl came up behind you, placing a hand on your hip and whispering in your ear how sexy you are, Rosita would instantly get furious. “Are ya fuckin kidding me? I’m right here!” She would holler as you step away from the woman and take your girlfriend’s arm, holding her back from punching the woman. When she makes a disrespectful comment about you, you release your girlfriend’s arm, allowing her to punch the bitch, sending her falling right onto her ass. She would turn around, placing an arm around your waist and leading you away from the woman on the ground.
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