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Dary Dixon in Every Episode (screencaps)
Seasons 1 - 7
Seasons 8 - 11
The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon (screencaps)
Season 1: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)
Season 2: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)
Random Gifs and Silliness
What's the terminal Velocity of a squirrel?
Help
I am actually a Nun
Beside the Dying Fire (daryl gif)
Better Angels (daryl gifs)
Triggerfinger (daryl gif)
Shoot me again, you'd best pray I'm dead (daryl gif)
Ride with Norman Reedus (edit)
S02 Deleted Scene (daryl edit)
Rick and Daryl - S03E01 Seed (gifs)
Daryl in the tombs - S03E06 Hounded (gifs)
Daryl - (S04E01) 30 Days Without an Accident (gifs)
Words: 10,880
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Mom!Reader
Reader pronouns: she/her
Warnings: fear and anxiety, descriptions of minor injuries & some blood, references to implied s*xual viol*nce in reader's past (no description)
Summary: Daryl and Y/N head back to her previous shelter to collect some important items and as usual there's a dangerous hiccup. Spending the night at the shelter, they grow closer as they learn about each other's pasts.
A/N: This is part of a series. Read Part 2 here! This work was commissioned and partially supported by @carsonsweebabyturtles! Thank them for the existence of this fic! <3 MUAH! Thanks for the support, hun!
Youâd left early the next day when the sun was just barely starting to peek over the horizon and turn the sky a pale pink. The rumble of Darylâs bike was loud in the early morning air, even though he courteously kept his speed slow so as to not wake the neighbors. You stood at the threshold with your pack and looked at Aaron one more time.
âYouâre sure you donât mind watching Holly?â you asked. âShe can be a handful.â
âThe best kind of handful,â Aaron replied. âWeâre sure. Weâre happy to. Besides, when is the last time you had some adult alone time?â he asked.
Your mouth dropped slightly open and you felt your face burning. âAaron!â
He went slightly wide-eyed as he realized what heâd said and then laughed heartily. âThatâs not even what I meant!â
You snapped your mouth closed and shot him a look.
âBut it wouldnât be the worst thing in the world, would it?â Eric said suddenly, appearing around Aaronâs shoulder and handing him a warm mug of tea with a smug look on his face.
âBye,â you said pointedly.
They both laughed and Aaronâs hand landed on your shoulder as you turned away, already pushing out onto the porch. You glanced back at him and his expression was soft and friendly. âBe safe,â he urged you with a warm smile.
âWe will,â you said, nodding. âThanks.â
_ _ _ _ _ _ The ride toward your old shelter was thankfully uneventful and the time seemed to pass quickly, although it was already mid-afternoon when you approached the area that was most familiar to you. You began to recognize landmarks zooming past and you leaned even more into Daryl, tapping his side twice to signal for him to slow down.
The engine of his bike quieted some as he slowed. âYa okay?â he yelled over the remaining noise.
âWeâre coming up on the spot we should pull off! Itâs the easiest way to get in from the highway!â you explained. âWhen you see the blue sign thatâs missing the top half, thatâs where we should stop!â Daryl nodded and the bike roared back into life, leaping over the pavement.
Soon, he was slowing again. You wrapped your arms more tightly around him as he brought the bike over to mount the curb. There was a half-hidden path there, just depressed grass and a narrow dirt track that led into the trees. Daryl slowed the bike and stopped at the entrance to it. The hum and vibration of the engine stopped and you let go of his waist. He leaned forward and held out a hand for you to use to balance as you climbed down off his bike.
âThanks,â you murmured.
âMhm,â he hummed. âIâll push the bike in the brush,â he said, climbing off after you. While you were pulling off the helmet heâd insisted on your wearing, he unhooked your packs.
He held yours out. âHow come I have to wear a helmet but you donât?â you asked playfully.
He accepted the helmet from you and strapped it back down on the bike. âCause ya got a little girl back there ya gotta get back to,â he said.
Your brow furrowed. âBut you have people back there too. They would be just as devastated if you got hurt,â you pointed out.
He shrugged. âMm,â he hummed. âAinât the same. I just dun wear one. I never have.â
âWell, maybe you should,â you said, giving him a small smile.
You watched as he pushed his bike into the brush, the muscles in his arm straining. You quickly broke off some leafy branches and carried them over. âHere.â
âThanks,â he said. He spread the branches over his bike and adjusted his pack. âLead the way,â he said.
You nodded and turned up the path, heading deeper into the trees. The rich scent of damp earth and leaves was all around you and you drew in a deep breath. You felt a thrill of exhilaration. It was so good to be out of the walls of the settlement. You glanced back at Daryl and caught him sweeping his eyes from left to right, clearly listening carefully. You smiled.
âThanks for doing this,â you said softly. His blue eyes darted up to meet yours.
He shook his head. âSânothinâ. I just figuredâwasnât like ya stopped to pack anythinâ, ya know?â
âYeah,â you agreed. âI could have come out alone to collect some things butâI appreciate you offering.â
He nodded and then resumed his guarded surveying.
âItâs only about a twenty-minute walk from here,â you said. âNot too bad.â
The only reply was the sound of Darylâs surprisingly soft steps in the grass behind you for a moment. âWeâll have to keep our eyes open. Somebody couldâa moved in around here since yaâve been gone.â
âMm. Good point,â you agreed. âBut I hope not... That would complicate things if someone is living in our house,â you said with a wry laugh. âWeâll know weâre getting close when we come across that pit I fell in. Remember?â You shot him a smile over your shoulder. He was chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully.
âDo I remember ya stealinâ my pack, fallinâ into a giant pit, and holdinâ a gun on me and Aaron?â he asked, amused. âThat seem somethinâ a manâs likely to forget to you?â
You laughed lightly. âI suppose not.â
You walked on in silence for another half a minute before Daryl broke it again.
âDid ya really think âbout shootinâ us?â he asked.
You slowed so you fell into step beside him on the narrow path and glanced over briefly. âYes,â you admitted. âI thought about it. But I was also running dozens of scenarios in my head. And there was no way I was getting out of that pit alone. For better or worse, I knew I needed the two of you to get me out, whatever would happen to me after...â you trailed off. âIâI just thought Iâd deal with it.â
Daryl caught sight of the haunted look on your face. It appeared from time to time, like a subtle shadow that moved across your eyes from the inside, obscuring your light for a brief moment. âYa mustâve been real scared. And real worried âbout Holly,â he said, catching your eyes.
Your eyes flickered over his face. You nodded. âI was. I was cornered. And you two were strangers.â The rhythmic padding of both your boots was the only sound for a long moment. Both of you were pensive, thoughts turned inward, until you spoke again. âI think about that sometimesâjust how many close calls there have beenâor how many times Iâve survived based on sheer luck. But it could crush me if I think about it too long,â you said, offering him a sad smile.
Daryl ducked his head, nodding. âYeah...â So many of the group, his family, were gone. And it seemed wildly unfair that he was still around sometimes. He cleared his throat. âSpeakinâ of that pit, ya got any idea who dug it and when?â he asked.
You shook your head. âNo clue. But it wasnât the first sign in the area that somebody had spent time there before me. I found marks cut into trees and some parts of old shelters, mostly falling down by the time I got there. I think it was old too,â you said.
Daryl nodded and looked ahead. His hand drifted absently to the strap of his crossbow and you smiled to yourself. You walked on in comfortable silence for another ten minutes or so when something drew your attention to one side and you slowed.
âWhat is it?â Daryl asked, watching you moving toward the edge of the path. There seemed to be a small intersecting trail, but it could have just been from the passing of game.
âI donât know. Thereâs a clearing here. It looks a bit unnatural. Itâs all bare... but it doesnât look fresh I donât think,â you said, moving closer.
Daryl followed close behind you but suddenly had an inexplicable tingling on the back of his neck. âHeyâbe careful,â he cautioned you.
You looked up toward the trees, searching for an old snare that had been sprung, maybe with a dangling corpse, but you didnât see anything. âI donât see anything,â you said, stepping farther out into the patch of mostly bare soil.
âY/Nââ Daryl said gently. He was about to reach for your sleeve, to draw you away. He didnât know why, but he had a bad feeling.
And then you both heard it. A metallic click.
And you felt it beneath your boot. You felt the mechanism of the pressure plate depress. You had just enough time to reflexively turn to look at Daryl, your eyes wide and full of fear. But you kept yourself completely still except for the turn of your head.
His eyes were intensely blue, burning blue, and just as panicked and wide as yours. And then there was a blur of action all at once; a cloud and rain of dark soil, and a concussive blast loud enough and close enough to knock out your vision for a brief moment.
When you came around, you had the vague sense that you were lying heavily on the ground and there was a tremendous, painful ringing in your ears. Your face felt hot, but other than that you felt vaguely disconnected from your body and your lungs seemed to be refusing to work properly. You drew in some tight breaths as best you could.
But within a few seconds, the stunned feeling started to drain away and you realized what must have happened. And you realized there was a heavy weight beside & over you.
Panic. Panic flooded in to replace the disassociation and confusion. âDaryl?â You thought you were shouting his name but it sounded only muffled to your ears. The ringing was so loud. âDaryl!?â you said again. You realized that he was the heavy weight beside and over you. âOh, my GodâDaryl! Daryl!â You grabbed his shoulder and were about to shake him, terror welling up inside you, when he suddenly stirred and then pushed himself up on the palms of his hands. He shook his head as if to clear it of a fog, his eyes still squeezed shut.
His ears were ringing too. And his entire back was burning.
âD-Daryl!â you stammered out. You wanted him to open his eyes. You were trying to gauge if he was okay, if you were okay. What the fuck?!
A grimace passed over his face but then he opened his eyes, still leaning over you, looking down at you underneath him. His wavy hair was hanging forward, some of the strands around his forehead already soaked in sweat despite the passing of what seemed only seconds since the blast.
There was a large cut across your cheek and without thinking he clasped your face, gritting his teeth against his own pain. âAre yaâare ya okay?â he asked.
âIâIââ The panic was returning. A scream was welling up inside you. âAre youâDaryl, how hurt are you? Oh my God,â you gasped.
Suddenly realizing you were still caged beneath his body, he rolled off to the side and collapsed back to sit beside you, leaning back on his palms. His eyes shut again as another radiating wave of pain seared across his back.
You sat up beside him, perhaps too quickly from the way your head swam, and when your eyes opened again you were staring at a crater in the earth where that fucking buried mine used to be.
âYou justâDaryl, you justâOh my God,â you breathed. You turned to stare at him with wide eyes again. âHow hurt are you? Are you okay?!â you asked desperately, scrambling onto your knees and moving around behind him. You could see that his jacket was pockmarked with small tears and rips. âYour backââ you said. âI-I donât see anything really bad butâitâs hard to tell. Daryl, can you feel anything serious?â
He winced again but growled out, ââM fine.â
âJesus fucking Christ. Jesus Christ!â The panic was returning. You pressed a hand over your mouth. Your heart was still pounding. The ringing was still loud in your ears. âWeâwe should get someplace safe so I can have a look at you,â you said urgently. âAnd any person or infected within 50 miles is bound to have heard that.â You climbed unsteadily to your feet. Your head protested with a throbbing pain.
Daryl climbed to his feet too, gingerly. âYour face,â he said.
You looked at him, perplexed. âWhat?â
âYour cheek is cut,â he said, unable to stand up completely straight from the searing pain across his back, like a thousand knife cuts.
âMy cheek?â you repeated, incredulous. You reached up and wiped at it with the back of your hand. It stung, but you ignored it. âYourâentire backâ! You couldâveâDaryl, you couldâveâYou justâCan you feel anything sâ?!â
âWe gotta go,â he said. âYer right.â The gravel in his voice seemed extra thick and his expression was a fixated wince. His eyes searched nearby for his pack and crossbow and he spotted them nearly ten feet away.
You suddenly grabbed onto his arm gently. âAre you seriously hurt?â you asked him again, urgently. Your expression was grim and rattled.
He shook his head. âI dun think so.â
âAre you lying?â you pressed him.
âNo. Câmon. Yer right. We gotta get outta here just in case.â He hobbled over to his pack and crossbow and slung them up onto his shoulder.
âGive me that,â you said, taking his pack. âJust carry your bow and keep watch for infected, okay? This way.â
Your stomach churned as you rushed toward your old home. You stuck to the familiar path now, cursing yourself with tears blurring your vision occasionallyâangry tears at yourself. How fucking stupid. Youâd almost gotten both of you killed. And Darylâwhat heâd doneâ
âHey,â his voice cut through your thoughts and you stopped short. âIsnât it just up there?â he asked, nodding toward a familiar clump of trees.
âYes,â you managed, your throat tight. You blinked away the glassiness in your eyes. Your ears were still ringing.
âWe should be careful, yeah?â he said. âIn case somebodyâs in there. Weâve gotta clear it.â
âRight,â you said, reaching for the pistol at your hip. Your hand was shaky and you clenched it into a tight fist for a moment before resting it back on your pistol again. âRight. Yes. Okay... Iâm ready.â
You approached your old shelter and all was still. You couldnât see any sign of anyone from the outside. Daryl cautiously crossed the little front porch and shoved in the door. He slipped inside, insisting on going in first with his crossbow at the ready, despite your protests. When he stepped in front of you, you noticed that the dark stains soaking the back of his jacket were worse. You bit back saying anything about it for now but again swallowed at the lump in your throat in an effort to clear it. First, youâd search the place. Then youâd see about patching him up. You had left in such a rush when Holly was ill that almost all your supplies were still inside, well stocked.
There was still a slight trembling in your hand, but it steadied as you gripped your gun more tightly. You moved behind Daryl silently, ghosting his steps, a flashlight raised over the barrel of your gun. You went room by room, becoming more grateful with each that nothing seemed to be disturbed. Everything was as it had been when youâd rushed out; Daryl carrying Holly in his arms and Aaron trying to keep you from disintegrating in your panic and fear.
The archer finally stopped in front of you and you watched his shoulders relax. He let out a relieved sigh. âSâclear,â he drawled. âDoesnât look like anybodyâs been in here,â he added.
You nodded. âEverything looks the same. The dust isnât even disturbed,â you said quietly, dropping your gun back into your holster.
âSo, dâya need help withââ
You walked around him so you were face to face. âDo I need help?!â you repeated, incredulous. âDaryl, if you think Iâm just going toâgo pick out clothes and things for Holly right now after what just happened, youâre insane.â
He ducked his head.
âI almost got us both blown up!â you announced. You could hear the shake in your own voice. Tears suddenly burned in your eyes. âI almost got us both killed.â It came out as a whisper the second time.
Daryl nodded, his expression still serious. âYeah. Ya couldnâta known,â he said again. He could see you still trying not to go to pieces.
âSeemed like somehow you knew,â you said. âYou were trying to stop me from going over there.â
âNah,â he argued. âI justâthe ground looked weird. I didnât know it was a fuckinâ mine.â He winced a bit as he sat down on the couch.
âYou tried to stop me from walking over there and IâI almostââ You swore under your breath and paced the length of the room before stopping in front of him again, your mouth dropped slightly open and your eyebrows knit together. After a moment, you pulled in a shaky breath, as deep as you could and then forced it back out. âOkay. Letâs take a look at how bad you are,â you said.
âWhat?â He watched your setting aside the packs now and starting to dig around inside yours. âNah, sânothinâ,â he said.
You fixed a steady gaze on him. âYour whole back is bleeding,â you said. âYouâre cut up everywhere. Whatever shrapnel was in that mine, some of it has made its way into you.â
âWell, what about yer face?â he countered, trying to redirect your attention elsewhere.
You brushed a hand carelessly over your cheek again and this time it did burn, but you ignored it. âItâs just a cut. Itâs nothing. Now, come on. We have to get you cleaned up. Iâm not leaving you like this to get some kind of weird... soil fungal infection or something,â you said, pulling more medical supplies out of your pack and looking at him expectantly.
âSoil fungus?â
âYeah. Thatâs what I said. So, sorry. But Iâm not going to stop being annoying until you let me help you.â
He shifted a bit uncomfortably. âI can take care of it.â
âHow exactly are you going to remove bits of metal from your own back?â you asked.
âI wasnât. But I can dump some alcohol on it and Denise can treat me when we get back,â he said.
You stared at him. âYou want me to leave you like this for maybe 16 hrs? Thatâs plenty of time to kickstart an infection. And then, what, Denise is going to re-open the wounds in Alexandria and take the shrapnel out?â You clicked your tongue at him.
âUhhâ"
You shook your head. âTake your jacket and your shirt off,â you said. You slipped your headlamp on and walked back toward him, your little pack of medical supplies in one hand.
Daryl gulped. âY/N, itâsââ
âItâs not fine, Daryl. Now, please, whatever reason is stopping you from letting me help you, I donât care. Whatever it is, doesnât matter. Okay? What matters is that we stop you from getting an infection and we make sure thereâs nothing more serious going on thatâs going to surprise us.â You studied his face for a moment and he watched your expression soften. âCan I help you? Please?â
He gulped one more time, his heart hammering in his chest. âAlrighâ... sâpose yer right,â he grumbled. He sighed as he pushed his bow aside on the coffee table in front of him.
First, he tugged his leather gear off, which included his signature vest. He caught sight of the bloodstains and tears in the leather as he went to lay it over his bow. His fingertips wandered over the rips for a moment. You were busy laying out the supplies.
âI have some alcohol and things here somewhere too,â you said, turning and disappearing into the other room.
Daryl listened to your quiet shuffling through items in the other room and he let out a nervous breath. His fingers went to the top button of his shirt and froze. He waged war with himself for a moment before he sighed again. Yer beinâ fuckinâ dramatic, he swore at himself. âIt donât matter. Aintâ a fuckinâ beauty contest... Yer hurt, ya idiot,â he murmured aloud.
Your head popped around the doorway. âSorry? Did you say something?â
âNah,â he said quickly.
You nodded but your eyes lingered on his face a moment. âOkay. Just a second. I think Iâve nearly found the right box with the supplies.â
Daryl nodded and shifted awkwardly in his seat. You disappeared again. He chewed on his bottom lip, fiddling with the top button of his shirt absently again for another moment and then he quickly started undoing them.
âOkay,â you breathed, stepping back into the room with a small box, staring down at the contents and moving around the room without glancing at him. âThis should have everything we needâyes. Tweezers... bandages,â you mused, digging around inside the box. Your fingers flitted over the contentsâsterile gauze and wrap, bottles of alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, butterfly bandages...
Daryl tossed his shirt down onto the table in front of the both of you and your eyes again landed on the blood soaking the fabric, staining the black cotton an even deeper color. And then they finally made their way up to him.
Daryl was chewing on his bottom lip and determinedly keeping his eyes fixed on his hands, which were fiddling with the bandana he always kept tucked in his back pocket, turning the fabric over and over and picking at a small hole in one corner.
Meanwhile, you were trying to process what exactly you were seeing on the manâs bare skin with your concussed and aching mind; thick ribbons of scar tissue crisscrossed his chest and shoulders, punctuated by angry round scars which could only be burns. If you hadnât already been slightly nauseous from said concussion, you would have been after seeing the results of what Daryl had endured at some point in his life. It was wrong. It was entirely horrific and wrong. Who had done this to him? What had happened and when? Your mind was a racing blur. But you came back to yourself after a moment and, sensing his tension and unease, you hurriedly rearranged your expression into an impassive one.
You cleared your throat so your voice wouldnât come out sounding constricted. âLetâs take a look at you,â you said, offering him a small smile when his blue eyes lifted and met yours. There was a vague look of surprise in them. You hadnât said a thing aboutâabout his scars. Not a thing. His heart was pounding still as you sank down beside him on the couch and directed the beam of your headlamp onto his back. You sucked in a hiss of air through your teeth. âJesus,â you murmured, reaching for a bottle of alcohol and bag of cotton pads. âYouâre cut up to hell,â you said, cursing under your breath as you doused a cotton pad in alcohol. âThis will sting,â you said apologetically. Daryl was still as a statue as you began your work, dabbing gently at his wounds. Some were small nicks but others were ragged cuts which you suspected still had shrapnel and debris in them. You directed your headlamp onto one of the bigger wounds and could see a piece of something dark embedded there.
Daryl flinched as he felt your hand gently land along his bare skin.
âSorry,â you said softly. âCan you hand me that saucer from the table?â
He leaned forward and grabbed the little plate, passing it back to you over his shoulder.
âThanks. I can see something in this one. Iâm sorry if this hurts,â you said.
âSâfine,â he said in a low voice. He held perfectly still as you carefully extracted a twisted piece of metal from his back, as large as half your pinky fingernail.
The thick bands of scarring were also on his back, and these ones were perhaps even worse than the ones youâd seen on his chest. He clearly was no stranger to pain and you felt a heavy knot form in the pit of your stomach.
You dropped the piece of metal onto the saucer and then reached for a washcloth out of the nearby box. âIâm going to pour some alcohol over your wounds,â you said. âIâm sorry but itâll hurt.â
âSâfine,â he said again.
You paused and then raised the bottle to the level of his shoulder before pouring out a little of the clear liquid and letting it run down his back. You used the washcloth to wash his skin clean and dab at the wounds which began to bleed freely again. âGauze, please.â
Daryl leaned forward and grabbed a little paper package of gauze from the box of supplies. He handed it back to you. âHow bad is it?â he asked, raising his thumb to his lips and biting down on the corner of his nail.
âNothing too serious. But thereâsââ you paused to pluck another piece of shrapnel out from another wound, ââenough to be doing,â you said.
He nodded and his wavy hair fell forward. You gently taped some gauze over one of the larger wounds before continuing your ministrations. The silence was heavy between the two of you for several moments before you broke it again.
âI canât just not say anything about what you did back there,â you said, grasping the edge of a tiny but jagged piece of metal and gently lifting it from the wound. You dropped it onto the small saucer and it made a tinkling sound as it joined the others.
âMmm,â Daryl hummed. âSure ya can.â
You couldnât help smiling a little at his response. âDarylââ You scooted forward again so you were beside him on the edge of the couch. He wouldnât look at you, so you leaned down just a bit so you could look up into his face. You waited until his blue eyes met yours. âYou saved my life by risking yours.â
He shrugged and pulled his bottom lip back in between his teeth and chewed on it absently. There was a beat before you sighed and turned your body in toward his again, scooting back to care for him again You were surprised when he spoke. âWhatever dumbass laid that mine dug it in too deep,â Daryl said.
You adjusted your head lamp and wiped the tweezers again with an alcohol swab. âIs that supposed to make what you did less heroic? Youâve known me for only a couple weeks and youââ You found another piece of debris and plucked it from his skin. âI honestly canât believe you did that,â you whispered.
Daryl gulped. âYaâve got a little girl back in Alexandria.â
âAnd you have a whole family in Alexandria,â you said.
âYeah, but half of âem are a pain in the ass most days,â he said dryly, drawing a light laugh from you.
âWe both know you donât mean that,â you said.
âSays you,â he growled. âBesides, they can take care of themselves,â he said, again fiddling with his bandana. âYa almost done back there?â You were taping on another bandage over one of the larger cuts.
âAlmost,â you said. He flinched as you tried to grasp another little piece of metal. âSorry,â you said. Your hand landed flush against his skin again and it sent a chill of electricity running up his back.
He couldnât suppress the shiver and you saw goosebumps rise on his skin. âCold?â you asked, dabbing again at a small cut.
âMm,â Daryl hummed.
You set aside the tweezers. âNearly done.â
The next thing Daryl felt was your fingers combing through his hair. Another electric shiver ran up his back. He turned toward his right shoulder, trying to glance at you. âWhatâre ya doinâ?â he managed to ask. You were focused and he was grateful because he felt like his cheeks were probably flushed pink.
âChecking your scalp,â you replied. Your fingertips brushed through his hair for another long moment and then trailed over his neck. There was a scrape there and you cleaned it gently with a little alcohol on a cotton pad. âThere. I think youâre done. Unless thereâs anything else?â
But he was already reaching for his pack and pulling a clean shirt out of it, hurriedly pulling it on. You sat forward on the couch again, beside him, close enough that your elbows bumped. You tugged off your headlamp and set it on the table. Daryl dug into his pack and pulled out a little camping lantern and clicked it on, setting it beside his crossbow. The warm glow illuminated the two of you in a warm pool of light at the center of the darkening room.
You began piling up the refuse from the used supplies and Daryl turned back toward you. You felt his blue eyes fixed on your face and glanced over, offering him a questioning look.
âYer cheek,â he said. âSâa pretty big cut.â
You looked suddenly tired and shut your eyes for a moment as your head throbbed and a slight wave of nausea overtook you. Daryl watched your brows contract with tension for a moment.
âHeyâya alrighâ?â he asked, suddenly worried.
You nodded and the nausea passed. âFine. I justâI think I have a bit of a concussion, thatâs all.â You stood slowly, trying to prevent your head from swimming and aching, and went to the mantle over the little fireplace with your headlamp. There was a mirror propped up there and you stood on your tiptoes to peer into it and inspect your cheek. Your skin was smeared with blood and the cut had an angry red outline around it.
Suddenly, Daryl was beside you. âHere,â he said, holding out an alcohol swab.
âThanks,â you said, taking it. You dabbed at the cut, squinting from the alcohol fumes, cleaning the clotted blood away.
Daryl busied himself with the small stack of kindling and tinder set beside the fireplace. âSâpose we better just take it easy and spend the night if ya got a concussion,â he said, starting to pile wood into the fireplace.
You stepped away from the mirror and nodded. âItâs already getting toward dusk,â you commented, looking toward the dingy, vine-strewn window.
Daryl lit the scraps of paper heâd crumpled under the wood and the fireplace blazed to life. You turned to look at him as he straightened up.
You offered him a small smile again, the cut on your face glaring back at him. âAre you hungry?â _ _ _ _ _ _
You were happy to share a scraped together meal from supplies youâd left behind and Daryl ate the venison chili with abandon. âMore?â you asked, grabbing his empty bowl. He dragged his sleeve across his mouth and shook his head.
âMmm. Nah. âM good, thanks,â he said.
You disappeared into the kitchen with the dishes and he heard the splashing of water and clinking of the plates. He appeared in the doorway after a moment. You marked that he was still moving gingerly and wondered how bruised he would be the next day from your near-death experience. âUhhâI can do that,â he drawled. âYa cooked,â he said.
You grinned at him and his heart jumped in his chest. âI dumped previously canned chili into a pot and heated it on the fire. Itâs not exactly cooking. Besides, youâve done enough today.â
He ducked his head and shifted a little nervously.
âBut you can go into the cupboard and get the bottle of whiskey out and pour me a glass,â you said.
His eyes shot up to meet yours.
âAnd one for yourself if youâd like,â you said, dumping clean water from the bucket over the last of the dishes.
Daryl paced over to the pantry cupboard and pulled it open. There, behind the rows of preserved foods, was a tall bottle of amber liquid. He nudged a glass jar aside and pulled it out. âYa sure thaâs a good idea? With a concussion and all?â he asked you.
You dried your hands and turned to face him, leaning back against the sink. âJust one glass wonât hurt,â you said. âAnd I need it to settle my nerves to be honest,â you said with an abashed smile. âItâs not every day someone survives stepping on a landmine.â
He considered the bottle for a moment and then pulled two glasses down off the shelf. He poured a small amount in each and set the bottle down before handing you a glass.
âThanks,â you said, accepting it and heading back into the living area, passing so close against him in the doorway your bodies almost brushed together.
Daryl swallowed hard at the nervous lump in his throat before following you back out.
You sank down on the couch and took a sip of your drink, letting the whiskey sit on your tongue for a moment. The alcohol was sharp and smoky and you closed your eyes as the burn made its way down into your stomach.
âSo, this was yer place for a while before Holly got sick, huh?â Daryl asked. âHow long were ya here for?â
âI donât know exactly. I think about eight months,â you said.
Daryl took a big gulp of his whiskey and spun the glass in his hands. âAndâbefore that? Did yaâwere ya with people? A settlement somewhere?â he asked.
You considered the shades of amber illuminated by the fire in the grate for a moment. âThere was a settlement a long time ago,â you said. âPeople we cared about. But thenâwe were alone a long time too.â
Daryl nodded and watched you take a deep drink.
You smiled and got up suddenly, disappearing into the bedroom Holly had been in when he and Aaron had first arrived. You returned with a small book and handed it to him. You sunk down close beside him on the couch as he opened it.
Inside were photos tucked away carefully behind plastic sheets. There was delicate handwriting with the dates on them and a smiling baby girl was prominently featured. She was clearly a newborn on the first few pages. Daryl set his whiskey aside and flipped farther into the album. A great many of the pictures were from before the outbreak and you were there with baby Holly, smiling from behind sunglasses or pushing her on a swing at a park.
âThis is mainly what I wanted to come back for,â you said, looking down at the memories laid out before you. âSome things canât be replaced,â you said with a soft smile.
Daryl kept turning the pages of the album and watched Holly grow before his eyes. He chuckled a little at how she seemed to have her mouth wide open in a squeal of joy or a laugh in every picture.
Darylâs eyes crinkled at the corners and you felt your heart skip a beat in your chest. You finished your drink and set the empty glass aside.
Daryl looked over at you. His eyes caught on the cut across your cheek and for a moment he was seized again with the same fear which had overcome him when he realized what had happened back at that strange patch of earth, the moment before heâd thrown himself into you, desperately hoping itâd be enough. He paused and downed the rest of his whiskey and you watched him curiously as he did so.
He caught your eyes again. âCan I ask, uhhâwhatâwhat happened to her dad?â
You fixed your bright eyes on him and Daryl felt somewhat nervous under their gaze. âHeâs been gone a long time. I donât really know where or what happened to him. I mean, he left not that long after she was born.â You sighed heavily and Daryl could see that even now it still weighed on you. âHe tried,â you said with a shrug, âfor a little while butâsome people arenât meant to be parents.â
Your words struck a chord and Daryl wished he hadnât just finished his drink. Instead, he just nodded. ââM sorry,â he said.
You offered him a small smile. âYeah. Me too. Mostly for her. Every kiddo deserves to have a caring father figure. But weâve done alright on our own.â
Daryl nodded. âMakinâ it this long? Keepinâ a little one safe? I canât imagine what yaâveâIâd say yaâve done better than alrighâ,â he drawled. He turned another page in the album and missed the warm look you were giving him.
There was a slightly darkening look passing over your face and the light in your eyes seemed to dim for a moment. You gulped and then nodded. âRight after the outbreak, we got put into one of thoseâthose refugee camps that the army had set up everywhere.â
Darylâs heart sank. He knew well that most of the camps were quickly overrun, ran out of supplies, or worse.
âEven at the beginning, I never felt safe in there,â you said, ducking your eyes and picking at the side of your thumbnail with your pointer finger. âI think somehow I knew that it wasnâtâit wasnât going to last.â
Daryl didnât press you. He just let you talk if you wanted to.
âThe commanding officer of the army unit running the campâheâheââ you broke off and your eyes squeezed shut for a moment. You let out a heavy sigh. âHe... extorted us forâfor whatever we neededâfood, water, safety, sleep... And he knew all he had to do was threaten Holly to get what he wanted from me.â Daryl could still hear the deep sense of shame in your voice and it filled him with rage. When your eyes lifted again, they were full of tears. âIt was a prison, in more ways than one. I would have left. I tried to leave butââ you shook your head. âThere was no way out unless they wanted you out... And as the supplies started to run short things just got worse and worse.â A tear broke out onto your cheek and you hastily wiped it away and sniffled. âBut I survived. And not a single one of those bastards ever touched her.â Now there was a low, rolling rage in your voice.
Darylâs chest ached desperately. ââM so sorry,â he drawled. âFuck, âm so sorry that happened to ya.â
You gave him a sad smile and nodded. âMe too. Luckily, Holly was so little I donât think she remembers much of being in that camp. Thank God... But IâI remember it like it was yesterday.â That faraway look grew in your eyes again and the only sound for a moment was the crackling and popping of the wood in the fireplace.
Daryl gulped, still feeling slightly sick to his stomach.
âEventually the camp did get overrun. I still donât know how we managed to make it out alive when the barricades came down. There was a big army truck they used to haul theâthe bodies of the infected away from the camp to be burned or buried. Andâand the people who died inside. Two of the soldiers managed to get to the truck and I took Holly and climbed in the back. We hid in the back of that truck full of death for I donât know how long as the soldiers fled the city. It felt like half a day, but I donât know... As soon as they slowed down enough, I slipped out. No way I was staying with those fucking monsters. It was better to be alone with Holly than with any of them. All we had was a pillowcase with our photo album, a half full plastic water bottle and a smashed up MRE.â
That deep ache was still in the middle of Darylâs chest, but it felt like it was now expanding, pushing outward on his lungs. He ducked his head. âI can see why ya thought âbout shootinâ me and Aaron,â he said.
You let out a humorless laugh and sighed. âYes. But you want to know something? By the next morning when I saw you both again, I knew you were safe. I just knew somehow. In the same way I knew that camp wasnât.â
Daryl nodded and scratched absently at a non-existent itch on the back of his head. âAaron and Eric are good people,â he said. âMost everybody in Alexandria are.â
Your brow furrowed deeply as you looked at him. âSo are you, Daryl.â
Shit, he was starting to love the way his name sounded when you said it.
The two of you returned to the photo album for a time. He saw Hollyâs first steps, first Christmas, first Easter basket... But then he soon found that all the photos had changed to Polaroids, though there was a significant gap in time, explained by what youâd just told him about being in the camp. The timeline had clearly shifted to after the outbreak. He suddenly hesitated and you studied his face. His mind seemed elsewhere. âHmm?â you hummed in a question.
âYa didnât ask me,â he said.
âAsk you what?â
âAboutâmy scars.â His blue eyes lifted to hold yours and you saw an overwhelming amount of vulnerability in them.
âIf you had wanted to tell me, you would have,â you said simply, your eyes flickering between his. âYou can tell me if you want to sometime,â you added. âBut I donât need to know what exactly happened to know that it was very wrong and thatâthat Iâm very sorry it happened to you. And whatever it was, you didnât deserve it.â
Daryl felt his throat grow tight again, but he didnât look away. There seemed to be something magnetic keeping his eyes connected to yours for another long moment.
But finally, your eyes went back to the album and the spell seemed to break. You gently took it from his hands and closed it, setting it aside on the coffee table beside Darylâs crossbow. âI think Iâve subjected you enough to my Mom bragging,â you said. âWe should probably get some rest. It was an... eventful day,â you said. âMy head is still aching.â You pressed a hand to it.
Daryl nodded and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. âYeah,â he drawled. âYou go on and get some sleep. Iâll stay on watch.â
You gave him a quizzical look and then crossed to the front door, bolting it and securing it with another latch and chain. You looked back at him over your shoulder. âWeâre safe here, Daryl. We can both get some rest.â
He just stared back at you, his blue eyes unsure.
âCome on,â you said, tipping your head in the direction of the little bedroom. âYou wonât even fit on that couch and thereâs plenty of room. Besides, itâll help me sleep if youâre nearby.â
He still hesitated.
You smiled warmly at him. âPlease? Do me this favor? If anything happens in the night, itâll be better to be close together, donât you think?â
He couldnât refuse that. He swallowed nervously and then stood, moving a little tentatively still from his injuries. He grabbed his crossbow and the little lantern off the coffee table and your smile widened.
âThanks,â you breathed, leading the way into the bedroom.
You straightened the ruffled blankets on the bed and sat on the edge to start pulling off your boots. Daryl stood awkwardly just inside the doorway for a moment. The bed seemed suddenly very... prominent in the room and his mind started to drift.
âDo you have a preference?â you asked suddenly.
When Daryl looked up, you were unbuttoning your flannel shirt. â...huh?â he asked, his heart suddenly racing.
âOn the bed. Do you have a preference?â you asked again, tugging your shirt off. He was staring at you, perplexed. You smiled and laughed a little. âWhich side youâd prefer to sleep on, Daryl.â
âOâoh,â he said, ducking his head to hide the flush of heat to his face. âIâll take this side, closer to the door.â
You smiled at him, no clue what had been going on inside his head. âHow did I know you were going to say that?â you remarked. You moved around to the other side of the bed and tugged the blankets down, slipping underneath with a big sigh and adjusting the pillow. Daryl set the lantern on the side table, which was still littered with the evidence of your care for Holly when she was sick. He leaned his crossbow up against the side of the bed and then sat to pull his dirty boots off the way you had.
He could hear you shifting around slightly behind him. His heart was still hammering away in his chest. Get a grip, man. Youâre just going to sleep. His heart didnât seem to care. Finally, he settled down on the mattress, but laid on top of the blankets. He adjusted the pillow up behind his head against the bottom of the headboard so he was still slightly propped up. But he had to admit, that as soon as he laid down, he realized how tired he was and how much his body was aching from that explosion.
You had been lying on your back, but as soon as Daryl settled beside you, you rolled onto your side to face him. He reached over and adjusted the lantern light until it was barely a dim glow.
âI didnât ask you about your family, before the outbreak,â you whispered.
Daryl shrugged. âI had a brother. He died not too long after,â he said simply.
You reached out and Daryl felt your hand landed gently along his forearm. His heart jumped. âIâm sorry, Daryl,â you said. Your eyes were sad when he glanced over at you. âWhat was his name?â
âMerle,â Daryl said. âHe wasnât a great brother all the time. In fact, he got me into a lotta shit and he could be kind of an asshole. Butâhe was still my brother, ya know?â
âYes. Of course.â You hand slipped from his bare skin and he was surprised by how he mourned the loss of your touch. âYou must have gone through some really difficult things together when everything fell apart.â
Daryl chewed on his bottom lip and shrugged. âI guess,â he drawled.
âIâm sure you did. We all did,â you said softly. The next moment you sighed and closed your eyes. âGoodnight, Daryl.â
He dared to glance at you again. The cut on your cheek was still glaring, but you looked peaceful there beside him. âNight.â _ _ _ _ _ _
It was early the next morning when Daryl awoke due to the incessant chirping and singing of birds outside. He was surprised that he had slept deeply through the whole night and for a moment he forgot that you were lying beside him.
He quickly remembered when he felt the weight of you very close beside him. You seemed to have shifted closer in your sleep. There was barely a few inches between your body and his. You were still sleeping peacefully and Daryl tried hard not to move and disturb you. He found himself studying your face closely, tracing the shape of your lips and the slope of your nose all while a glow of heat started in his chest. He still marveled at the fact that you trusted him enough to sleep beside him, despite knowing him for only a short time. Especially after what youâd told him the night before. The same wash of rage surged upwards as he thought of what youâd endured just to keep your child safe and to stay alive. This world was sick... Then he thought back to how youâd patched him up, how you hadnât said a word about the marks on his skin and that glow of heat in his chest grew hotter.
You shifted and stretched a bit in your sleep, pulling in a deep breath and then sighing it out slowly. Another moment later, and your eyes blinked open. You pushed yourself slightly up on the palm of your hand when you noticed Daryl was awake. âHi. Good morning,â you breathed. Your hair was slightly tousled from the pillow and Daryl found the effect unreasonably charming. âHave you been awake long?â you asked.
He shook his head. âNah. Only a couple minutes,â he drawled.
You nodded. âHow did you sleep?â you asked.
âGood. Pretty good actually,â Daryl said.
âMe too.â One of your hands came to press into the side of your head though and a slight wince crossed your face.
âYa alrighâ?â he asked.
You nodded. âYeah. Justâbit of a headache. How are you?â
âFine,â he drawled. âThough I ainât been outta bed yet, so weâll see,â he added with a small laugh. You liked the sound of it and smiled back at him.
You sat up and swung your legs over the edge of the bed, stretching a little. âI suppose I should get the supplies together so we can head back. Hopefully Aaron and Eric arenât too worried.â
âNah. We told âem we didnât know if weâd be back in a day or not,â Daryl said, copying your action and starting to pull his boots back on. When he bent over to grab the first one, his back lit up with pain and aches. He froze. You noticed.
âDaryl? Are you alright? Is it your back?â you asked, worry obvious in your voice.
âJust a bit sore,â he said, moving again as his muscle protested.
You sighed heavily. âFuck, Iâm so sorry,â you said, coming around the bed to stand in front of him. âLet me do that.â
âI can put my damn boots on,â he argued, but you pushed his hands away and knelt down in front of him, your expression troubled.
âJust let me, okay?â
Daryl bit the inside of his cheek. âYa should quit apologizinâ. It ainât yer fault.â
âIâm the one who stepped on the damn thing because I canât ever just let my curiosity rest,â you countered, tying the laces of his second boot.
âYa didnât know.â
âIâm still sorry,â you said again, looking up at him.
âDonât be,â he said. There was plain regret in your bright eyes and he wanted more than anything for it to be gone. âIâd do the same thing again,â he said. âAinât even a thought.â
You shook your head, standing in front of him again. âDarylâyouâreââ The air felt thick with electricity all of a sudden. You searched for the right word.
âReckless?â he joked. âThaâs what Denise is always tellinâ me.â
You sighed. âThatâs not what I was going to say.â
Darylâs courage failed and he ducked his head. âLetâs get what ya need together so we can get home, yeah?â he murmured.
You nodded. âYeah. Okay.â The electricity seemed to evaporate as you turned to the task at hand.
Daryl stood, moving hesitantly as his body protested again with deep aches and the occasional sharp jab of pain. âWhy dun you pack up what ya need in here and Iâll heat up some of that instant coffee and something to eat?â
âOkay,â you agreed. You watched him disappear into the other room, wondering at how you felt each bit of distance between you as it increased. Uh oh. This was all quite... new. You hadnât felt this spark of something since perhaps before the outbreak.
A short time later, you were folding the last of Hollyâs clothes and tucking them into your bag when Daryl returned with a steaming mug of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal for you, topped with apple butter. âThanks,â you said, greeting him with a wide smile that had heat flushing into his face again.
âI ainât gonna lie to ya... I may have eaten half the jar of that apple stuff before it even made it onto the oatmeal,â he admitted, sinking down to sit on the edge of the bed.
You laughed. âItâs really good, right? Holly and I made it last fall. We collected as many apples as we could.â
âYeah. Itâs fuckinâ delicious. I dun think Iâve tasted somethinâ like that since before the fall,â he said.
âIâm glad you like it,â you said, wrapping your hands around the warmth of your mug. âTake as many jars as youâd like back with us.â
Daryl rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. âThanks,â he said. âI wonder if Aaron eats apple butter. He hates applesauce.â
You laughed. âI know. He told me that! Who hates applesauce?â
You both ate together in comfortable silence and sipped the warmth of the earthy coffee before you continued packing some items, for yourself now. Daryl sat on the bed, waiting to see if there was anything he could do to be useful... but he certainly wasnât going to start digging around in your clothing drawers. His face flushed again at the thought.
âOhâI forgot I had this,â you said suddenly. Daryl looked up to see you holding up a bright sundress. âItâs silly, isnât it? Having a sundress in the apocalypse.â
Daryl was realizing at that moment how fucking much heâd like to see you in that... It seemed to signify safety and comfort. If you were wearing a dress, it was because you were safe, and he wanted that for you, perhaps wanted to be that for you and Holly. âI dun think itâs silly,â he drawled in a low voice. You looked over at him.
âNo? Itâs not exactly practical.â
âMaybe not outside of the walls. But inside?â He shrugged. âWhy not?â
You smiled at him. âAre you telling me you have a tuxedo back in Alexandria?â you teased him.
âPffft. Ya couldnât pay me in enough apple butter to wear a goddamn tuxedo,â he murmured, causing you to laugh.â
You looked back at the sundress. âSo, you think I should pack it? Itâs not a waste of space?â
He shook his head. âNo. But ya should do what ya think is best,â he said, standing up and collecting the empty dishes before disappearing through the doorway again.
You held the dress up in front of you again and your eyes wandered over its bright and cheerful pattern. It looked like hope. So, you folded it carefully, and tucked it into your bag.
_ _ _ _ _ _
Excluding a burst of rain, the ride back to Alexandria was blessedly uneventful. Your arms stayed snugly around Daryl the whole way and he could tell you were trying hard not to lean against his injured back. The stains on his jacket and the little rips from the shrapnel tearing through the leather and into him glared at you the whole way back.
His bike was loaded up with a bag of items for you and one for Holly, along with a third full of miscellaneous supplies. It felt strange taking items out of that little house. You had spent almost more time there than anywhere else since the outbreak. But when you looked at Daryl waiting for you on the little porch as you stepped outside, you felt in your gut that you were making the right decision planning to stay in Alexandria for a while.
Soon he was slowing and you could see the high walls of the Alexandria Safe Zone rising ahead. Rosita waved him in after she pulled the gate open and Daryl offered her a nod before turning the bike toward Aaron and Ericâs place.
Stopping in the driveway, neither of you were even off yet when the front door opened and there were Aaron and Holly. You grinned at them as Holly burst outside, running down the sidewalk in her bare feet. âMomma!â she called happily. Aaron stepped out after her, a wide smile on his face.
Daryl helped your climb off the bike and you quickly undid the chin strap of the helmet and handed it to him just in time to intercept Hollyâs running hug. âHi my love,â you cooed, wrapping her up tightly in your arms.
âMomma, I missed you! Uncle Aaron and Uncle Eric helped me build a fort!â she announced proudly as she hugged you.
âThey did? Is it the best one ever?â you asked her, pulling back so you could look into her face. She nodded eagerly and then her eyes went to your cheek.
âMomma, you have a big ouchie,â she said, her expression colored with concern. âWhat happened?â
âJust a little accident. Iâm totally fine,â you said. You glanced up and caught Aaronâs eyes and the smile on his face had faded to concern.
âWant a kiss to make it all better?â Holly asked.
âOh, yes, please,â you said, beaming at her. She leaned in and very gently kissed your cheek. You tugged her into a tight hug again. âThank you, my love. It feels all better,â you said, straightening up. She grinned at you. Daryl was busying himself with unloading the supplies off his bike. His back was stiff and sore after the ride and you scolded him. âDarylâstop! Let me!â
ââM fine. I got it,â he countered.
âWhat did you bring from our old house?â Holly asked.
âSome of your favorite clothes and books,â you told her. âAnd some of clothes and things for me. Some food to share. Maybe you can take your bag in and unpack it into our room?â you suggested. âItâs not too heavy,â you said, handing it to her. âIâll be right inside. Maybe Uncle Eric can help you?â
âAnd then can I show Daryl my fort?â she asked.
âIs it big enough for me?â Daryl asked, his blue eyes crinkled at the corners in a smile.
âMmm,â Holly hummed, thinking about it as she sized him up. âI dunno, but if itâs not we can build a bigger one!â
âSounds like a plan,â Daryl drawled.
Holly grinned and happily grabbed the little bag of her items and ran back into the house, shouting for Eric when she reached the threshold. You smiled.
âHowâd it go?â you asked Aaron. âI hope she wasnât too much of a handful.â
He shook his head. âNot at all. Although... we may have let her stay up a little later than normal,â he admitted with a sheepish smile.
You laughed. âThatâs what uncles are for,â you said.
Aaronâs expression grew serious again. âI can see youâre both a bit hurt. Should I get Denise?â
âMaybe for Daryl, to check him over,â you said, glancing at him as he stopped beside you, your bag of items slung over his shoulder.
âNah,â he said quickly, shaking his head. âY/N patched me up yesterday.â
âThatâs a pretty good cut on your cheek. What happened?â
You and Daryl reflexively exchanged a glance. âWell... Daryl saved my life,â you said quickly.
Aaronâs brow furrowed more deeply. âYeah. He does that,â he said, shooting a look at the archer again. âWhat was it this time?â
âOh, I just stepped on a landmine,â you said casually, picking up the remaining bag of supplies.
âWhat?â Aaron asked, his eyes widening. âWhere? Whoââ
âProâbly the same person who dug that pit. It wasnât too far from there,â Daryl drawled.
âOh my God!â Aaron rushed to hug you first and then grabbed Daryl into a hug too before he could protest. âHow are you standing here?!â
âLike I said, Daryl saved my life.â
Aaron shook his head, his eyes still wide and at a complete loss of what to say. âYou two must be exhausted. Come on inside,â he said. You both followed him up the walkway. âEric will want to hear all about it.â
You recounted the trip as Holly played in the blanket fort happily, paging through the books she had missed. Daryl was reserved as you explained how heâd thrown himself into you to get you out of harmâs way and how heâd shielded you from the worst of the blast.
âIt shouldâa been worse,â he said at the end. âWhoever set that mine there didnât know what they were doinâ. They dug it in too deep,â he drawled.
âItâsâitâs unbelievable,â Eric said. âWho was putting mines out there in the woods?â
âDunno,â Daryl drawled. âDun care to be honest.â
Aaron sighed heavily and tried to release the tension heâd been holding. âThank God youâre both okay.â
You nodded and looked at Daryl one more time. Your expression was unmistakably soft and Eric and Aaron exchanged a covert glance.
âWant to stay for dinner?â Eric asked the archer.
Daryl stood. âNah, I should get back and check in with evârybody. Get cleaned up.â
You nodded. âYeah. I can hear a hot shower calling my name too,â you commented. You caught Darylâs eyes again. âIâll walk you out,â you said.
Daryl gave Eric and Aaron a final wave and started back up the hallway to the front entrance. You trailed behind him and caught him by the sleeve as he pushed out the glass door onto the front step. He turned back with a questioning expression on his face.
âGimme your jacket,â you said.
âHuh?â
âItâs stained and needs to be repaired from, you know, the explosion...â
âOh, sâfine,â he said glancing down. âAinât a big deal.â
âDaryl. Gimme the jacket,â you laughed. âItâs literally the least I can do.â He nodded and pulled it off, placing it in your outstretched hand. âBesides, this way you have to come back and see me soon,â you said with a satisfied smile. His ears and cheeks flushed slightly pink. âThank you. For everything,â you said.
He nodded shyly and was about to turn away again to head home, but you suddenly stepped close and threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, your body flush against his. He was so surprised that he stood there frozen for a moment, but then nervously looped his arms around you and hugged you back, his heart pounding. âThank you,â you said again. âYouâve gotten me home safe to Holly twice now.â
He was too nervous to find his voice and when you let go a moment later it felt too soon.
âIâll see you soon, Daryl,â you said, giving him a warm look.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Mom!Reader
Reader pronouns: she/her
Words: 4,495
Warnings: None! Mostly fluff :)
Summary: Daryl goes for dinner at Aaron & Eric's to celebrate Holly's last day of the antibiotics he scavenged to get her through her illness. Something seems to be growing between Daryl and Y/N.
A/N: This is the 2nd part of a miniseries commissioned by patron @carsonsweebabyturtles! Thank them for their generosity and support of this account, because without them, this fic wouldn't exist!
Read Part 1 here first!
Before he rounded the corner, Daryl reached a hand up and flattened it harshly over the crown of his head, hoping it would be sufficient to smooth down the cowlick from his pillow. In the other hand he held a tiny but respectable bunch of little yellow flowers that vaguely resembled stars. He adjusted a few of them that had slightly crumpled petals.
His heart was pounding as he climbed the steps up to the front door and lifted a hand to knock. Why was he so nervous? He heard voices inside and then the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching up the hall. He shifted anxiously.
Aaron came into view in the widening doorway. âDaryl!â he said jovially. âAre those for me?â he said, glancing at the small bunch of wildflowers.
Daryl glanced down at them. âUhhââ
Aaron laughed and stepped back to allow him inside. âIâm kidding... Come in. Weâre all in the living room.â Aaron couldnât help noticing that Daryl had cleaned himself up some, wearing a black cotton button-up that almost looked like itâd been ironed and dark jeans that were absent their usual oil and grease stains. He smiled to himself.
âThanks,â Daryl said, a little abashedly and hoping his face wasnât flushing too red. He cleared his throat and crossed the threshold, following Aaron farther into the house.
âWeâre so glad you came!â Aaron said.
âWho else is cominâ?â he asked nervously.
âJust you,â Eric greeted him, lifting his glass of wine in a friendly gesture.
âOhââ Daryl said, stopping abruptly. He felt heat rising in his face again.
âY/N and Holly are here. Was there someone else we were supposed to invite?â Aaron asked. He and Eric exchanged a brief glance.
âWhat? No. I was justâjust askinâ,â he said.
âOf course,â Aaron said, smiling. âTheyâre in here.â
Rounding the corner into the living room, Darylâs eyes landed on you and Holly tucked on the couch sharing a blanket, a book open on your lap. He felt his face flushing with heat again. Fuck, that was annoying.
You smiled at Daryl as your eyes met, and then Hollyâs face truly lit up. Sheâd spotted the little bunch of flowers in his hands and let out a joyful gasp. âDaryl! Are those for me?!â she asked excitedly. The book was forgotten as she hopped off the couch and ran toward him at the threshold.
âWhat, these?â he drawled, the corners of his blue eyes crinkling. âOhâthey were gonna be for you but... I wasnât sure yaâd like âem,â he teased.
âBut I do like them!â she said insistently.
âI dunno... maybe I should save âem for somebody else. I could probâly find ya somethinâ better...â
âNooo!â she whined, reaching her little hands out eagerly. âTheyâre so pretty! Please, can I have them?â
âYeah, alrighâ. Since ya said please...â he replied, handing the little bunch to her. She beamed at them and looked up at him one more time before turning and running back to show you.
âMama! Daryl brought me yellow flowers!â
âI see that, bug,â you said, smiling. The corners of your eyes were crinkled with it. âWhat do you say?â
Holly suddenly remembered herself and spun on her heel to look at him across the room again with a sheepish grin. âThank you!â
âYer welcome,â Daryl replied, his expression soft.
âThey look like stars, Mommy!â she said excitedly, holding them up for you to inspect closely.
âThey do! Theyâre lovely,â you agreed with her. âWhereâd you even manage to find flowers this time of year? Winter isnât far off,â you asked him curiously.
He shrugged it off. âJust gotta know where to look.â
âThatâs just Daryl. Heâs very observant,â Aaron said, a smug look on his face. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the archer pointedly.
âAbout some things, anyway,â Eric said, shooting a similar look over at Daryl. Daryl quickly ducked his head and hid his face behind his wavy hair for a moment. Eric climbed to his feet. âI have an important question. Who is going to help me make the spaghetti? Iâm looking for a little chef to make sure it comes out just right...â
âMama, can I?â Holly asked, still clutching her little bouquet.
âOf course,â you said, smoothing her hair. âSounds like a great job for my favorite chef.â
âAnd I better help you get your special flowers into some water. They look thirsty,â Aaron said, following the two of them out toward the kitchen.
âHow can you tell theyâre thirsty?â Holly asked, peering down at the bouquet with worry.
âDonât you see how theyâre just a tiny bit droopy?â Aaron asked. âDonât worry. A cold drink of water will fix them right up.â
The pitter patter of Hollyâs feet trailed after Eric and Aaron into the kitchen.
The silence that was left behind after the three departed for dinner prep seemed thick to Daryl, and he wondered if you were feeling it the same way he was. He felt surprisingly nervous and wiped his palms on his jeans as he watched you fold the blanket and set Hollyâs book aside before turning back to meet his eyes again.
You seemed to consider him thoughtfully for a moment and he found himself wishing he knew precisely what you were thinking. âItâs good to see you, Daryl,â you said. âI think Holly got used to those hospital visits. Sheâs been asking where youâve been.â
He let out a small laugh, deep and a little gravelly. âI came by yesterday?â he pointed out.
You nodded. âYeah. I know. I donât think she grasps the concept of âyesterdayâ yet. Itâs either now or itâs been forever,â you joked.
Daryl gave you a tight smile and nodded. He cleared his throat awkwardly. âSo, last day of the antibiotics. Thaâs somethinâ to celebrate. She seems really good,â he said.
You nodded, and a warm smile brought even more light into your eyes. âShe is. Thanks to you, Aaron, and Denise.â
âThink ya better add yerself to that list,â he said seriously.
You gave him a curious look. âOh, Iââ
âYa took a chance on us. For her,â he interrupted.
You looked at him for a long moment before you nodded. âIf I hadnât been so desperate, I donât know if I would have,â you admitted.
âYeah. But ya did. And it all turned out okay.â Daryl shoved his hands into his back pockets and chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. ââM just glad we found ya when we did. It was lucky Aaron spotted that little bit of smoke.â
You nodded again. âHowâs your arm anyway?â you asked.
âHuh? Oh. Stitches are due to come out. Sâgood. Healed fine.â
âDo you need help with that?â you asked him, one of your eyebrows lifting in a graceful arch.
Daryl shifted nervously. âNah, sâokay. Iâll have Denise do it. Ainât a big deal.â
âAre you sure? We could take care of it right now. Aaron has some scissors and tweezers in the kit in the bathroom...â you offered.
âNah, sâalrighâ... Ainât exactly a dinner party activity,â he said with a dry laugh.
âMight be since itâs a dinner party after the fall of civilization. Who makes the rules now anyway? I donât think there are any,â you said.
He smiled a little and ducked his head, but shook it again. âNah, sâokay. Iâll just see Denise tomorrow.â
You nodded again. âHas it really been two weeks already?â you asked in disbelief, lightly brushing your hair back from your forehead.
âGuess so.â
âI canât decide if it feels longer or shorter than that,â you admitted. âItâs been a bit of a blur, but thenâwhen she was sickââ Your eyes drifted over to the kitchen where you could see Aaron and Holly standing in the pantry getting ingredients out.
âYeah,â Daryl nodded. Even for him at times it felt like endless hours of waiting, waiting to see if Holly would continue to improve and pull through. âHowâs yer ankle?â
You laughed dryly. âItâs alright. Denise keeps telling me I need to start doing some exercises to strengthen it back up now that the swelling has mostly gone down. But with a five-year-old Iâm not sure when Iâm supposed to find the time,â you said with a smile. âBut itâs fine. Thanks for asking.â You gave him a small but earnest smile.
Daryl nodded and cleared his throat nervously again. âIs it workinâ out okay, stayinâ here?â
You smiled fondly at Aaron and Eric helping Holly up onto a chair in the kitchen. âI canât even remember the last time Iâve had so much help. Itâs really beenââ Daryl thought your eyes grew a little misty. âItâs been perfect,â you finished, meeting his eyes again.
He nodded earnestly. âGood. âM glad. I canât imagine what it must have been like havinâ a little one afterâya know, when things fell apart. And out there...â A thick silence fell again and this time it was heavy. He hadnât meant to stray into what was probably such dark territory. He cleared his throat abruptly. âListen, I was wonderinâ if ya both have everythinâ ya need?â he asked.
You looked at him curiously again. âCarol stopped by a couple days ago with some more clothes she found for us,â you said. âAnd Aaron and Eric have given us pretty much everything else.â
He nodded. âRighâ... but, I meanâuhhâya know, we left yer place out there in such a hurry and ya didnât really take anythinâ for yerself. I was thinkinââmaybe we could make a run out there and ya could gather up whatever ya want and bring it back andââ Daryl suddenly realized he was making a big assumption. âI mean, not that yer stayinâ here, in Alexandria, forever. Even if itâs temporary, I just thoughtâmaybe thereâre some things back there thatââ He was rambling nervously. Shit.
You were looking at him in surprise. âYouâre offering to take me?â
He nodded, unable to read your expression entirely. âYeah. Not that ya need somebody to take ya... And only if ya want to... or Aaron and I could go back. Ya could make us a list. Ya could stay here with Holly.â
You looked toward the kitchen as Holly let out a laugh of delight as she dumped a can of spaghetti sauce into a pot with a messy splat. You smiled and then looked back at Daryl. âIt would be nice, actually, to get outside of the walls again. Iâll see if Aaron and Eric can watch her for a day or two. I think theyâd all enjoy that,â you said with another smile.
Daryl looked toward the kitchen again at the happy domestic scene. Holly was standing on a chair now at the stove adding some salt to the pasta water. Eric helped her carefully tip it in. On the counter in a little vase were the yellow star-shaped flowers. He nodded. âYeah, I suspect they wonât mind a bit,â he said. His blue eyes were soft and you felt a growing gratefulness for him and truly for the whole scene. You felt as if youâd been dropped into some kind of old-world life...
âCan I ask you something?â you said suddenly.
âMhm,â Daryl said, looking back when he heard the sincerity in your voice.
âIf you were me, with Holly to think about, would you stay in Alexandria?â
Daryl took a long moment to think, his eyes growing a bit vague. You could nearly see the turning of his mind. You wondered where exactly his mind was drifting off to. But then he sighed and nodded and met your eyes again. âYeah. I would,â he said. âWe had to make that decision too, ya know. For Carl and Judith.â
You still looked slightly unsure. âEven ifâeven if what I most worry about in this world now isnât the dead but the living?â you asked. Your voice was low and tinged with some guarded truth.
With a twist in his stomach, Daryl remembered what youâd said when he and Aaron had finally caught up to you when youâd fallen into that pit. âMust be nice to walk around thinking being killed is the worst thing that can happen to you in this world.â He felt a sudden heavy weight pressing on his lungs. It took him a moment before he could respond. âWhether yer out there or in here, thaâs a risk. But here at least yaâve got people, some people ya can trust, watchinâ out for both of you. I meanâpeople I trust and can vouch for, if that means anythinâ. Out thereâyer takinâ all that weight on yer own. Alone.â He paused and sighed heavily before glancing back at the happy scene in the kitchen where Eric was now helping Holly add the pasta to the boiling pot and Aaron was pouring more wine. He ducked his head for a moment and stared down at his boots. âLike I said, I canât imagine whatâwhat ya mustâve gone through to make sure she was safe and to get ya both through whatâs out there.â He dared to look up again and he was unsurprised to see that yours were a bit glassy. You quickly blinked the tears away before they could truly materialize. âAnd I wouldnât lie to ya. Like I said, weâve got kids here too. Judith. Carl. We wouldnât stay if we didnât believe it was better here, safer. It ainât perfect, but for them...â he glanced back at Holly. âSâbetter.â
You considered him quietly for a moment. âJust for them?â you asked observantly. âNot for you?â
âDepends on the day,â he said, giving you a somewhat wry smile.
You nodded. âYeah. I get that.â You sighed and straightened up, dispensing with the intensity of that conversation and moving on. âSo, when are we going?â you asked.
âOhââ Daryl was caught off guard. Part of him had truly not expected you to be willing to venture out with him alone. He was predisposed to thinking that people should be cautious of him based on how he looked. And this was all new to you. He was still pretty new to you. He still expected you to be cautious of him, despite what heâd done to help so far. âWeâwe can go whenever. Tomorrow? The next day? Dun matter.â
âWhy not tomorrow then? I did leave some important things out there. Itâd be nice to have them back.â
He nodded in agreement. ââCourse.â
Aaronâs voice suddenly interrupted. âHey! Dinnerâs almost ready! Come get your wine and weâll get settled!â
âMama! I cooked dinner!â Holly yelled from her place in the kitchen. The oversize apron Aaron had tied on her was splashed with spots of tomato sauce and you laughed as you approached.
âI can see that!â you said, smiling. âGood call on the apron, Aaron,â you said, accepting a glass from him.
âYeah, I figured with the red sauce...â he said with a jovial laugh.
âConsidering we each only have about three shirts each, I appreciate that,â you said, smiling. You fondly stroked Hollyâs hair and helped her down from the chair.
âSoon to fix that,â Daryl said, catching your eye again. You gave him a grateful smile.
âOh, yeah?â Aaron asked, one of his eyebrows lifting with curiosity.
âYeah, uhââ Daryl cleared his throat a little anxiously, âY/N and I are gonna head back to the place they were stayinâ tomorrow. Collect some more things they need, stuff they left behind in the rush.â
Aaronâs smile grew and he exchanged a look with Eric briefly before looking back at the two of you and handing Daryl a glass of wine. âI think itâs an excellent idea!â
âI hate to ask you two for anything elseââ you started, biting your bottom lip.
âAsk us! Please!â Eric said.
âYou wouldnât mind... watching Holly for a day or two so we can do that, would you?â
Aaron looked at Holly who was observing the conversation carefully and he pulled an overly thoughtful expression. âHmm... I donât know... I think Eric and I were planning on playing with a lot of new toys the neighbors just gave us and reading a ton of books and maybe even seeing if Carol will teach us to make some cookies. I donât think Holly wants to do any of that so itâd probably be better ifââ
âUncle Aaron!â she whined. âI wanna do all those things!â
âWait, you do? I thought you didnât like books or cookies!â Aaron said dramatically.
Holly crossed her arms and looked at him, pouting. âYou know I like books! And I want cookies!â
âOh, well... in that case, I think maybe this is perfect timing then!â Aaron announced, grinning. âHolly, why donât you show our dinner guests to their seats?â he said, a twinkle in his eye.
âOkay!â she bustled toward the kitchen table and pulled out a chair. âMama, you sit here,â she instructed you seriously. âUncle Eric is going to sit there, and Uncle Aaron there!â
âGuessinâ Iâm here?â Daryl asked, grabbing a free chair at the end of the table. Holly looked immediately upset.
âNuh uh! You sit there,â she said seriously, pointing to the chair right beside you. âAnd I sit on Mamaâs other side here.â
Daryl eyed the seat beside you. âAlrighâ. If you say so,â he said, moving around to take his seat. âHow come I canât sit at the end of the table? Maybe thaâs where I like to sit,â he drawled, a slightly mischievous spark growing in his blue eyes as he watched your daughter settle into her seat.
She shot him a look and he chuckled. âBecause! Iâm the chef and that means Iâm the boss!â she said, drawing laughter from everyone at the table.
âObviously, Daryl,â you said, looking over at him beside you, smiling.
âI wonât ask any more questions...â he drawled, managing a shy smile in return.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
You came back into the living room and collapsed on the free end of the couch, sighing. âI think sheâs finally down. Only ten books later...â
âOnly ten?â Eric laughed from his place, leaned up against Aaron who had his arm draped around Ericâs shoulders. âHow many last night? Is this a new record?â
You pushed a hand back through your hair and sighed. âI think last night was fifteen? So, this might be a new record. Iâm sure she was worn out mostly from the excitement of having a guest over and serving as chef,â you laughed, shooting a warm look in Darylâs direction.
He, for his part, felt his face flushing and quickly ducked his head. âShe ainât bad for a pint-sized chef.â
Aaron sighed and glanced at Eric. âWhat do you think? Bed?â he asked. Eric nodded and finished his last sip of wine.
Daryl made to stand up too as they climbed to their feet but Aaron waved him off. âNo, no! The party doesnât need to break up on our account!â he said urgently, shuffling with Eric toward the doorway hurriedly. âThereâs wine to finish after all,â he said, giving you a pointed look and smiling. âGoodnight, you two.â He grinned and waved one last goodnight.
âNight!â Eric said, smiling and following Aaron out into the hall and up to bed.
The silence left behind them settled heavy and thick between you and Daryl. âWas it somethinâ we said?â Daryl drawled. âThey both ran outta here all of a sudden,â he commented.
You nodded your agreement. âMhm,â you hummed. âThey know how to make an exit.â
At a loss for something to say and the silence feeling pressing, both of you happened to reach for the wine bottle to refill your glass at the same time and Darylâs hand landed gently over yours as you grasped the neck of the bottle. Electricity rocketed through his skin like heâd grabbed a stripped wire.
âS-sorry,â he said quickly, withdrawing. He felt his face flushing again. You laughed lightly feeling the apples of your cheeks warming too.
âItâs okay,â you said softly. âHere,â you held the bottle out and Daryl grabbed his glass. A stream of deep crimson poured out and swirled into the bottom.
âThanks,â he murmured, watching as you topped off your own drink. The empty bottle was discarded on the coffee table.
âI was never really a wine drinker,â he said. âFeels weird to be doinâ it now. Like âmâputtinâ on airs with the dead walkinâ around out there.â
âPutting on airs?â you repeated.
He nodded. âYeah. I mean, me and my brother used to drink shitty beer at dive biker bars, ya know? And now âm drinkinâ wine in a house that probably woulda sold for more money than Iâd see in four lifetimes,â he drawled.
You nodded slowly. âYeah... I know what you mean. It does feel a bitâfake sometimes, doesnât it? Being in here with these shiny granite counter tops. Especially when Mrs. Anderson traps me in a long discussion about begonias.â
Daryl snorted a small exhale of a laugh.
âYou have a brother?â you asked.
Daryl nodded but cleared his throat. âHad,â he corrected you. âHe died aâa bit before we got here, to Alexandria,â he said.
Your face dropped. âOh. IâIâm so sorry, Daryl,â you said, and you reached out and touched his arm gently. Daryl stared at your hand on his forearm. âI didnât know. Thatâs awful,â you said.
Finally, your hand lifted so he could speak again. âWeâve all lost people,â he said. âTo tell ya the truth he was kind of an asshole sometimes...â Daryl drawled. âHe wasnât always the best brother. But he was the only family I had, ya know?â
You nodded sincerely. âOf course. Iâm sorry.â
âYeah... Thanks,â he said. He reached a hand up to scratch at a non-existent itch on the back of his head.
You sighed. âSo, weâre set for tomorrow then?â you asked.
He nodded. âYeah. I am if you are,â he agreed. âDid ya have a chance to tell Holly?â
You nodded. âAs I was tucking her in.â
âShe do okay with that? Ya said itâs been a long while since ya were away from her for more than a few hours.â Daryl twirled his glass aimlessly in his hands.
âShe took it better than I will,â you admitted. âSheâs excited to spend time with Uncle Aaron and Uncle Eric.â
âThey did promise cookies,â Daryl pointed out, a small twinkle returning to his blue eyes. You smiled.
âThey did!â
Another silence fell and the space between the two of you on the couch seemed to shrink. Daryl nervously took a drink just for something to do. The wine was rich and earthy on his tongue with a slightly acerbic aftertaste. âAndâyer sure that yer okay cominâ out, uhh, with me?â he asked.
You gave him a questioning look. Your brow drawing down low over your eyes. âWhat do you mean?â
Daryl shrugged, avoiding your gaze. âSâjust ya ainât known me long. Sâonly been a couple weeks... Iâd understand if ya didnât feel comfortable, ya know?â He looked up then and your eyes met with his blue ones again. Yours flickered over his face and he felt suddenly as if you could see straight into his core being.
âYou mean because weâll be alone. And because youâre a man,â you said. It wasnât a question.
He nodded. He hadnât forgotten your words that day when he and Aaron had found you down in that damn hole pointing a gun up at them. He couldnât forget them.
âDaryl, you saved my daughterâs life by bringing us here. And again when you went back out, risking yourself, to find more medication, more supplies for her. You got yourself cut up with glass and almost killed. And the mere fact that youâre thinking and worrying about such a thing as me feeling safe around you tells me all I need to know about what kind of man you are. Besides,â you said, pausing to take a thoughtful sip of your wine, running your finger aimlessly around the rim of the glass, âweâre alone right now,â you pointed out.
And something about the way you said that had a lump suddenly materializing in his throat. He gulped at it nervously. âUhhâI mean, kinda...â he drawled with a nervous laugh. âAaron and Eric are just upstairs.â His finger tapped nervously against his glass.
You smiled at him and your expression seemed so soft that his heart fluttered a bit in his chest.
âWe should... probâly get some sleep if weâre headinâ out early tomorrow,â he said suddenly, breaking the spell.
âYeah. Okay,â you said softly. You voice still seemed laced with something that had goosebumps rising all over his skin.
But despite how heavy his feet suddenly felt, he finished his drink and climbed to his feet. You walked him up the hall to the front door, trailing behind him in softly padding step. He pulled the front door open and turned around to glance back at you one more time. âThanks for havinâ me,â he said. âThey do make some good spaghetti.â
You crossed your arms over yourself as the chill evening air wafted in from outside. âIâm really glad you came. I know Holly was too.â You stared down at your feet for a moment. âYouâre kind of her hero... Mine too actually,â you said, glancing up at him while your cheeks flushed again.
Daryl waved you off but you saw that his face also went slightly pink out to his ears. âNah... I ainât no hero.â He shifted nervously. âIâll come by on my bike in the morninâ and pick ya up, alright?â
You nodded. âSee you then.â
His hand was on the doorknob when he glanced back at you one more time. âGânight.â