in which daryl found a woman in trouble in the woods and he helped her only to realised how broken she was. daryl formed a bond with her but come across trouble along the way.
𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼
feral!daryl head cannons. (18+)
feral!daryl and reader's first encounter.
what it is like dating feral!daryl.
Daryl is too protective when reader gets injured.
feral!daryl and feral!reader's first time. (18+)
Daryl sees you in a dress at the welcome party and he fell in love.
Daryl doesn't want to settle down.
Daryl wants to be a daddy! (18+)
When looking for Merle in the city, Daryl comes across a girl who dresses like she’s walker bait. (18+)
Why Daryl Dixon is a black cat.
𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓵!
passcode (18+)
steve found bucky’s sex tapes with his girlfriend.
sleeping beauty (18+) (dead dove)
bucky finds his step-daughter sound asleep.
troublemakers (18+)
You walked in to Bucky and Steve having a threesome at a party, after that they were hell-bent on getting you underneath them.
trapped (18+)
it was supposed to be simple, in and out. what you didn’t expect was the night to end with two cocks in and out of your holes
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im a serious larper because i dont even watch supernatural but jensen ackles is so hot im writing a fic about him because i saw tiktoks of people making povs I CANT (im gonna watch supernatural after i finish twd tho)
can we have more black cat daryl x reader pleasee <<<3 i always saw him as a guard dog but now im seeing him as a black cat since reading your fics
Daryl is a black cat and here’s why.
You had mentioned it once to him and he flat out denies it, saying something like “I ain’t no pussy”
“I don’t mean it like that!” You exclaimed, “I meant it in a completely different way”
“Ya? Like what?” He grumbled, his eyes still glaring at you. You laughed at his demeanor.
“Well for starters, you hate showing affection in public. Whenever I try to hold your hand or lean my head on your shoulder—even kiss you, you would back away because you don’t like it when it’s around people. But when nobody’s paying attention you would come back to me to touch my hand, kiss my cheeks—you become more affectionate”
Daryl just simply looks at you as he hummed, waiting for you to continue.
“You also never ask if I have eaten, or if I’m hungry but instead—you would throw me a dead fish you caught and pointed it at me for me to eat” Daryl nodded softly, his eyes never leaving you as he stayed quiet.
“You get jealous if Negan flirts with me but you would never admit it—instead you would do petty things like tripping him or throwing a walker in his face to catch him off guard”,
“Wasn’t jealous, that’s stupid” He denied, looking away. You raised your brows at him knowingly, “He was pissin’ me off!”
“He didn’t even say anything to you” You stated.
“Are you defending him?”
See? Jealousy.
“You also follow me around everywhere”
“That’s more like a sad puppy rather than a black cat?” Daryl muttered, “Why can’t I be like a wolf or ‘somethin, you picked the most useless animal”
“That’s not true,” You gasped as you playfully nudged him, “Cats are great hunters and you know what you are?” You pointed out at him
“A wolf’s a good hunter too” Daryl claimed
“Oh my god” You exasperated as he gave you a small smile. You hit him again, getting frustrated at him.
“You know what you would be as an animal?” Daryl asked softly as you shook your head, “A butterfly”
“But cats eat butterflies!” You gasped.
“Exactly” He wiggled his brows at you playfully as your hands covered your mouth.
“You’re only like this because we are alone right—if someone was here you will be in the corner acting like I am the plague”
“You’re not… just shy s’all” He mumbled bashfully as you squealed, pressing a kiss on his nose and he flushed.
as a fan of your daryl works im happy you are having fun writing for him <3 wish you the best and hope to see more of your fics here they are really good!
THANNK YOUU I LOVE YOU it means a lot because i am really new. Like i mentioned, I started watching walking dead like 3 weeks ago. now im at season 11. and im so in love with his character. and i really hope to make some friends to talk about walking dead and fics along the way so thank u for enjoying 🩷🩷🩷🩷
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guys i just wanna let when u guys read my fics and see mistakes i NEVER proofread and u know what sometimes the plot doesnt make sense or maybe sometimes its cringe but hey its okay, first time in a long time i enjoyed writing some bullshit. when i was writing for marvel i cared A LOT about stats and i really needed people to like my story but writing for daryl i just genuinely enjoy it that i dont even care if the fic doesnt receive any likes anymore
oh and did u guys know i wrote for cillian murphy in my main AHAHAHAHAHAHAH im all over the place yall
When looking for Merle in the city, Daryl found an annoying girl who dressed like she’s walker bait.
a/n: s1 daryl whos sassy and talks a lot, now he just grunts and growl lol. might as well do an enemies to lovers here
“Oh my god! Oh my god! I can’t believe I found you guys!” You squealed as you jumped up and down as Daryl and the other’s turned around and wield their weapon at you in surprise, “Hey no, I’m very much alive—no need to kill me”
When they first saw you, all of them were extremely confused.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me” Daryl groaned as he took your appearance in. There you were standing with a small black handbag, a denim mini-skirt, an extremely low-cut tank top, and out of everything—you were wearing heels. The group went silent, their mouth hanged slightly opened at your clothing choice.
“Are you okay, how have you been surviving? We’re trying to find his brother, have you seen him?” Rick asked politely as Daryl glanced at him asking if he is serious, T-Dog and Glenn had their mouths still opened—drool was practically spilling from their lips.
“We got no time for this shit, let’s leave this bimbo in her heaven she seems real comfortable here” Daryl snapped as you glared at him. Yes you were stuck in the mall, and yes—it was a heaven and did you care? No you don’t.
“What coke-ass trailer park you guys stumbled upon to find this one, ugh—white trash” You snarled, pointing him up and down as you looked at him all judgy. Daryl held his crossbow up, threatening to shoot you, “You think you scare me?”
“Okay calm down, we have a camp it’s safe there—you can follow us if you want” Andrea interjected as she stood in between you and Daryl. Rick had agreed as he ushered you to come with them. You smiled sarcastically at Daryl as you flipped him off.
“Bitch” He muttered underneath his breath.
“Cracker” You clapped back.
Rick was starting to think if it was a good idea to bring you along but then you were a survivor and he can’t bring himself to leave you there.
.
It was a good idea to bring you along because despite your appearances, you are extremely—extremely good at killing walkers.
“Who’s a bimbo now?” You smirked at Daryl as you walked past him after saving his ass for two times in a row. The crossbow weren’t really doing him any justice for close-range attacks.
His eyes instinctively went down as he unconsciously stared at your ass.
He did had to admit, it was kinda hot seeing you kill them effortlessly. Though he would never say it out loud.
.
The group walk through the city and they couldn’t find his brother so they have decided to head back to the camp.
During the ride, Daryl was awfully quiet.
“I’m sorry you didn’t find your brother, I’m sure he survived” You offered as he just glared at you. You felt like whatever dynamic you had with him had to take a brief pause, you were smart enough to read the room and know he was upset.
“Shouldn’t have taken ya’ in, if we didn’t stop for you maybe we could’ve still catch up to him” You silently gasped as you rolled your eyes. They stopped exactly for less than 5 minutes so you didn’t see the correlation towards what he was saying, “You wear all that, you’re practically beggin’ to be bitten by the walkers”
“Yeah? Well bite me” You snapped as Daryl stayed silent, you could see him suddenly flush at what you said, “Aw, did you get flustered?”
You leaned down teasingly, accentuating your cleavage as he looked down for a split second and looked away as he cleared his throat.
“We’ll guess what, Not. A. Chance. Girls like me wouldn’t touch guys like you with a ten-foot pole” You smiled proudly as you leaned back, looking him down as he glared at you.
Daryl was absolutely fuming but he had stayed quiet. Something inside him wanted to show you how to shut your damn mouth.
Maybe one day he will.
.
A few weeks after settling with the group, you find yourself in a tight position—literally.
“What did you say about me?” He grunted, his hips snapping against yours in precise motion, each thrusts making a loud clapping noise as you hand onto the tree with your dear life. You did not know how you end up here, bent over with his dick fucking inside you.
From hating each other and bickering everyday, to having consistent rendezvous to fuck the tension out of the two of you.
“I-I’m sorry I never—fuck! I never m-meant it” You wailed out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. It was so incredibly frustrating because you hated him and he hated you but god his dick was big. Too big. Every time he takes it out it’s like you become stupid and you willingly bend your ass begging for it.
“Fucking whore, so desperate for my damn cock. Knew it when I saw you—knew you were a little cock slut” He growled, as he smacked your ass—earning a whimper from you, “You can’t shut ya damn mouth, it’s always fucking running—well now you can’t say anything can you?”
You can’t, you were a moaning mess. Tears ran down your cheeks because of how good he was fucking you. You never knew a redneck dick can make you feel this good.
The situation that led up to this exact moment was because you were flirting with Shane.
And no, you had no desire of him.
You just wanted to make Daryl jealous because he kept being mean to you even when you were starting to want to get close to him. To be honest, after you get to know him for a while—he is actually an extremely decent guy. You went back and forth with him for the fun of it but after a while so slowly realized you genuinely liked him.
Knowing what kind of relationship you had, you would never tell him and truth be told—the way he was treating you, there was no chance he liked you back.
“Ain’t you Dixon’s girl?” Shane asked, chewing on an imaginary chewing gun to make him look hotter—you almost puked.
You hide behind a flirty smile, “What makes you think a pretty girl like me would go for a dirty hick?”
It actually hurts saying that because it is not true. Daryl was smart, smarter than everyone here and he also has skills that nobody here had to survive.
He brought food back home for everyone, making sure everyone was well-fed. He never complained.
But you knew now that it wouldn’t work out for you.
“Do ya really like him?” He muttered as he zips up his pants. He held out his hand for you to take, helping you get up because you can barely stand.
“I don’t” You groaned as he helped you wipe his cum on your back. “Was trying to piss you off”
“Why cus you wanted me to fuck ya?” He scoffed, “Could’ve just asked”
You sighed loudly as you glared at him, “No, Daryl”
“Then why?”
“Because I like you and I’ve been trying to tell you but you hate me so it doesn’t matter either way” You brushed it off as if it didn’t matter but truthfully it pains you.
“Don’t hate ya” He mumbled, “Ya just don’t listen. I told you to stop wearing things that makes ya look like a goddamn hooker”
“Oh for god’s sake, it’s the end of the world—men are still trying to comment on women’s clothing—“
“It’s not about that, you dumbass” He scowled as he cut you off, “You’re leaving too much room for walkers to bite ya. I don’t want that, so if you want me to like you—protect yourself”
“Oh” You let out in realization. Now it made sense why he always got so angry when there were multiple times you had almost gotten bit.
You were a dumbass after all.
“But you’re sleeves are open” You pointed out.
“At least cover your damn legs, woman—if a walker scratched you from under, it’s done” He warned as you nodded.
“Will you like me then?”
“I like you either way, but you have to cover yourself up”
Freak Daryl would be an absolute menace if reader got pregnant…
Daryl wants to be a daddy!
Oh he definitely would.
It all started when you held Judith for the first time. He would quietly stare at you without saying one word. He just stood there, almost awkwardly as he watched you from afar.
You did it so naturally. It was like you were born to be a mother because you were so good with kids of all ages and kids? Well they adore you.
This time it was different because you were holding a baby.
And you were glowing.
He started imagining bad things. Like you would look with your breasts pumped with milk, he'd imagine it would be so full and he would imagine how it would be dripping with milk and he would be the one licking it up, cleaning you. He wanted to know what you looked like as he planted his seed inside you, your belly all round and swollen as you would walk around his home and be the most beautiful thing to ever exist.
"I want a baby" He would grumbled out of nowhere and he wasn't even looking at you. "With you"
"That would be nice, Judith would have a play date" You said it innocently but boy you didn't know what the hell you got yourself into.
Because ever since that day, when Daryl came home from hunting, the first thing he would do was bend you over as he fucked you so hard and deep you started turning dumb. Every single day without a fail because he had only one thing in his mind.
He had to make sure it sticks.
And god did Daryl had so much cum in him it was almost superhuman. Everyday your belly would be swollen from how much semen he pumped inside you.
And his routine would be looking down, spreading your cunt apart to see if you were filled to the brim. At the end of the week all you could do was babble stupidly because of how many times he fucked you in a day.
“Keep it in, don’t you dare push it out” He warned you lowly.
this is written based on this post by @dendelon this was an amazing idea, thank you.
in which daryl found a woman in trouble in the woods and he helped her only to realized how broken she was. daryl formed a bond with her but come across trouble along the way.
pairings: daryl dixon x female reader
warnings and tags: heavy angst, mentions of severe parental abuse and harassment, mentions of being held hostage and captivity by a guardian, small insinuation of sexual abuse (barely there), violence and gore, reader is slightly feral due to a long period of isolation, reader has trust issues, platonical bond that turns romantic, slow burn, romantic tension, no smut, self-harm for protection, reader has a fear of men. soft!daryl. unprotected l. reader only trusts daryl. not proofread!
word count: 8.4k
a/n: i saw this idea while scrolling through tumblr and I just had to do something with it. this can be an ongoing series, you guys can request certain scenarios that you want to see more of them. there are no sexual tension or smut in this fic because i dont feel that it fits, however if you guys want me to expand it i will gladly do so just drop a request. hope you enjoy this is my first long Daryl fic that i post. i heavily recommend you listen to Reflections by The Neighborhood as it deeply resonates with the story.
Daryl had always felt more comfortable outside. Everyone knew that. Ever since the group was taken in by Alexandria, he felt ‘off’. Like it wasn’t him. He was deeply uncomfortable. The mansions, the marks, the suburban feeling of it all. He had always stayed outside, before and after and that was his life. It was bad for him to admit but he wished he had stayed longer outside. It was selfish. It was something he would never say to anyone–not even Carol. He knew enough that the group needed this. They have been through too much. They needed a moment of peace. However, Daryl did not believe that everything will stay as it is for too long. He never gets too comfortable. So everyday ever since he entered the gates he would take some time for himself to go outside and hunt. Though Deanna claimed that they had enough food, Daryl did not believe it would last.
He was grateful that nobody pressured him. Which was surprising. All of the groups had come to an understanding that; that’s just how he is. They did not want him to be pretentious, they weren’t embarrassed of his ways. They just let him be. Let him have his own time to adjust. That is why he loved them so much, he would die for them. Of course he would never say it out loud but he does show it in the form of actions. Let it be big or small. They always showed they appreciated him.
If someone had asked him; “Do you miss the life you had before?”, he would say no. He was happy with the people he was with, he wasn’t happy before.
When Aaron invited him to his home, that was the first time he felt moved. That was the first time he recognized Aaron was just simply a good guy. He did not have any agenda, any tricks up his sleeve–he was just kind. Kindness is a diamond nowadays. It is so hard to find. Maybe… Just maybe, all the other Alexandrians were like him as well. He sure started to notice that with Deanna but he was still wary of her.
“The main reason why I wanted to help me recruit… is because you do know the difference between a good person and a bad person” Hearing him say that, Daryl’s heart swells. However, he would never show it. Instead, he offered Aaron to catch rabbits for him. It amused him. He was the first person to see Daryl, truly sees him and even gave him a new ride in the process. Aaron was the first Alexandrian he trusted.
After the first few weeks he felt a little comfortable again, not fully–just enough to make him stay. Alexandria didn’t force him to stay inside, they would let him out whenever he wanted.
Today was one of the days where he would ask to be left alone as he went out on a hunt.
He moves carefully in the woods, his hearing was far more heightened than the average person. The amount of focus and patience he obtained was how he was able to become silent and deadly. Every noise that comes through the woods he would be able to recognize what it is and where it is from.
A scream was definitely not one of it.
He immediately rushed towards it, he was careful of his peripheral vision and not losing sight of his surroundings. The noise became louder and louder until he was close enough to see what it was but remain invisible.
Observe, intervene if the situation calls for it.
He hid behind a tree as he watched from afar. His eyes adjusted to the distance. He saw two men, one was holding down a woman as she cried for her life and the other was rummaging through her belongings. They looked at her with eyes that could only count as pure evil. They weren’t planning to only steal from her–they were planning to take her away.
With careful movements, Daryl got close enough behind the two men. Without hesitation, he shot his crossbow right in one of the men’s chest as he fell down–limp, dead. The other was too shocked as he looked around trying to find the perpetrator. Daryl gave him no chance to even see the light of day before he stabbed him from behind. The man fell limp, just like his friend.
“I don’t take chances anymore”
Rick’s words echoed in his mind as he firmly believed in it. The woman gasped as she backed away to a tree, she didn’t say anything but she looked at him with fear.
“You’re safe, it’s okay” Daryl placed his knife away as well as his crossbow as he raised his hands up. The woman was still terrified as if Daryl was going to end her life next, “I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m just gonna help you take your things, alright?”
He moved closer just by a bit and before he could do anything else the woman took off in fear, leaving all her supplies behind.
“Shit” He cursed to himself as he watched her disappear into the woods. Daryl was too far out to be close to Alexandria and run for her and maybe take her back. If he did all that he would be out here late at night and it would be more dangerous. Daryl looked at her scattered supplies as he bent down to collect them. However, he did not have the attention to take it. Instead, he collected it and placed it on a tree branch–not too high that she couldn’t reach it. He took out his pen and paper as he wrote.
‘Look up’
There was a chance she might come back and see it but there was also a chance that she wasn’t coming back and someone else might have taken it. There was also a chance she might not make it through the night empty-handed. That thought dawned upon him but he couldn’t risk himself getting in trouble for his group.
He walked away, heading back to Alexandria as he glanced at the backpack one more time.
He hoped she survived.
.
The next day, Daryl went to the same spot to hunt. His intention was to bring food back but deep in his conscience he also hoped the girl would return again. He went back to the same tree, he saw that his note was still intact but the backpack was no longer there. He hoped she was the one who took it.
As he spent time in the woods he saw a baby deer, quietly eating leaves. He thought it was his opening. He carefully moved closer, his aim was set right on its heart as he moved slowly he suddenly tripped on a rock that he had not noticed and scared the deer away.
“Damnit” He cursed as he wiped off the sweat that was beading on his forehead, he groaned as he leaned on a tree, slowly sitting down as he thought that he might lose his touch. Or maybe there was just too much in his mind about the girl he encountered yesterday. Daryl didn’t want to give up so he looked around to see if he could spot any animals left in the woods. He was about to give up when suddenly he heard the cracking of twigs behind him. He turned in a swift motion, wielding his crossbow but then he froze in shock.
It was her.
He immediately dropped his weapon. He raised his hands again, trying to show her that he wasn’t dangerous.
Daryl looked down as he noticed something. The same baby deer that he was hunting was now dead in her arms. She looked at him blankly as she walked closer towards him. Every move she made had Daryl looking closely.
She threw the dead deer in front of him, offering it to him. Daryl looked at the deer and looked back at her, she just hummed and gestured for him to take it. Then he realized it was her way of thanking him for saving her.
He took the deer from her hands slowly, afraid that sudden movements would scare her away. She was about to turn around and leave when he noticed that she managed to take her backpack with her.
“Hey, wait up” Daryl called out softly as she turned around, “Stay there, we can share it”
There it is again, the blank stare that he could not read. Daryl took out his knife as he was about to butcher the deer’s leg, she suddenly grew frantic as she ran towards him and bent down to his level.
Daryl looked at her as she pointed towards the deer and pointed back at him; “It’s for you”, as he understood. He shook his head as he continued to cut the leg off.
“We can share it, it’s okay” Daryl muttered softly, she didn’t do anything else–instead she just looked at him as if she was confused. “Here”, Daryl paid her no mind as he gave her the larger part, taking only the leg with him. She did not understand why he did that.
She looked at the deer that Daryl gave her for a while, she held it tight in her hands. Something in her eyes told him that she felt thankful.
Then she left.
.
It had become a part of his routine. Ever since that day, he would come out to the same spot and he would bring her different things each day. She sat far away from him but he was okay with it, Daryl didn’t need to say anything to her nor did she have to say anything to him. Daryl did not look for her. Instead, he lets her come to him on her own terms.
After that encounter, Daryl had brought some canned foods he managed to snatch from Olivia–she never found out where the canned beans went. Daryl waited in the woods, sitting at the same tree as he sharpened and cleaned his arrows to pass time. He cleared the area from walkers so it was safe for him–for her. When Daryl noticed her peeking out behind the tree, he held out the canned beans for her to take.
She approached him slowly, carefully and when she got closed enough she pointed towards the ground. It always takes some time for it to register what she was gesturing but eventually he understood that she didn’t want to come in contact with him so he carefully threw the beans at her. She grabbed it quickly as she backed away, a distance she thought was safe for her.
“My name’s Daryl” He tried. As he patiently waited for her to reply but she never did, she always just stared back at him. “You wanna tell me your name?”
She stays silent again as Daryl decides not to push it any further. She opened the can eagerly, as she scoped the beans and ate it with her hands. Daryl takes the moment to observe her while she is distracted with eating.
Daryl noticed the countless amount of scars on her face, some were new and some were older. Definitely some from the encounter a few days before. She had a huge gash on her forehead that she had left untreated, Daryl made a mental note to bring her bandages and antiseptic from Alexandria next time. His eyes trailed down as he noticed her wrists. There was a deep scar surrounding it, like she had been restrained for a long time. Daryl took a moment to wonder what you have been through to make you end up this way. In some ways, he saw a bit of his own reflection in her.
Like routine, she finished the canned beans and looked at him one last time before she left.
.
“You’ve been going out a lot” Carol implored, “You good, pookie?”
Daryl grumbled, “Was out ‘huntin”
Carol hummed as she took a seat right next to Daryl.
“Well, I don’t see you coming back with anything,” Carol teased as he groaned, getting up from the porch, “Have you showered?”
He hummed before leaving her behind. Carol noticed how Daryl had been acting strange since they got to Alexandria. However, she just blamed it on the new environment.
Daryl went to the infirmary quietly, grabbing whatever was needed for her.
He went out at the same spot, at the same time each day. He was starting to wonder where she was sheltered. He didn't feel the need to question her.
She appeared again, just after a while he arrived. Daryl took out the bandages and medicine.
“You have a cut on your forehead, ‘ya need to treat it or else it would get infected” Daryl threw the items at her like a habit, but this time she just stared at it. “You can get sick if you don’t clean it”
She slowly took the bandage and she just fiddled it in her hands. It was as if she didn’t know what to do with it.
“Do you know how to treat it yourself?” Daryl questioned as she looked at him, confused. She shook her head as she threw it back at him, “Ya need it. Can I help?”
She stayed silent for a while. Daryl could see that she was deeply contemplating whether or not she should let him do it. Daryl let her take her time, not rushing her–if anything he had all the time in the world.
Hesitantly, she nodded.
“Kay, I’ll do it slowly. But if I do it slowly it is gonna hurt, is that okay?” She nodded once again. Suddenly she took out her knife, gripping it in her hands. Daryl immediately understood why. However, he was not scared. He wasn’t going to hurt her–not in a harmful way and he was sure she wasn’t going to hurt him. He nodded, acknowledging her actions as he gestured her to move closer and so she did–but carefully. Daryl let her get close enough to tend to her wounds. He cut a piece of clean bandaged as he poured a small amount of antiseptic on it.
“This is going to sting, alright?” She nodded again as she closed her eyes, preparing for the medicine to come in contact with her wounds. When Daryl softly patted the cut on her forehead, she winced softly and he immediately stopped, “Are you okay? Ya want me to continue?”
She nodded again.
Daryl managed to clean her cut, patching it up, “There, all good now”
She looked at Daryl for a while as she backed away, this time instead of a far distance–she stayed close.
“Thank you” She let out her first words. It was soft and raspy, she hasn’t spoken in a while. Daryl hides his shock as he nodded, holding out the bandage and medicine for her to take. This time, she took it right out of his hands.
Daryl went back to Alexandria, he was satisfied with the progress he made today.
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Daryl didn’t show up the next day. However, she waited patiently for him to come. She waited longer than usual and it was about to be dark. A subconscious part of her had made it her routine as well. She grew disappointed and sad.
.
She peeked from behind a tree as she saw Daryl there, doing the same thing when he waited for her. Usually she would wait for a while and observe him from afar but today she ran towards him. Daryl seemed to notice the look of worry on her face.
“I’m sorry” He apologized, “I had to go out and look for food with my friend”
She visibly flinched when he mentioned the existence of other people, she started to get scared.
“Don’t worry, they don’t know about you” Daryl reassured softly, “Listen, I’ve been meaning to ask ‘ya something”
She sat there patiently.
“I have a camp, we have good people there–ya don’t have to be alone anymore” Daryl finally mentioned Alexandria. He had assessed her enough to know that she was not a bad person, just lost and scared. The mention of a camp made her grow wary as she started to look around, afraid that there were others watching her. She whimpered as she cowered away. Daryl felt anxious as it was not the reaction he was expecting. He kept reassuring her the same thing again and again until she believed him and calmed down. Daryl understood that she doesn’t want to be taken in. He doesn’t push it.
Once she calmed down, she suddenly got up and Daryl prepared for her to leave again.
This time she doesn’t.
Instead, she motioned him to follow her and so he did. It was a 20 minute walk, further out away from Alexandria. Daryl was curious about where she was taking him. As they walked, Daryl noticed a cabin started to appear, surrounding it were makeshift barriers made from wood that were sharp and it caught the walkers to come near. She was good at surviving. This must be where she was staying.
“You ‘takin me here?” She nodded as she avoided the trapped walkers impaled on the sharp end. They were still alive. Surrounding the cabin was maybe a dozen or more dead ones, Daryl felt a sense of relief knowing that she is able to defend herself from them and she seems to be good at it.
“Keeps them out” She muttered softly gesturing to the dead walkers surrounding the cabin. She was smart to know that their scent wards them off. On the other hand, Daryl had to get used to her talking now but he was happy for it.
When they were inside, she gestured to Daryl to sit on the chair as he did so as she scoured through her cabinet. She took out a piece of a half-eatened candy bar as she offered it to Daryl. He gave her a small smile as he took it from her, muttering a soft ‘thanks’.
She sat in front of him as she closely watched him eat the candy bar, Daryl didn’t know why but he found the situation slightly amusing. He tried to hide his smile but his eyes failed to do so.
“Can you tell me your name, now?” He tried, once again this time he was testing to see if she had become more open towards him. She stayed silent, Daryl had accepted she was still not ready.
“It’s YN” Daryl was wrong. Daryl nodded in acknowledgement as he wiped his sticky hands on his jeans, holding his hand out playfully. She looked down at it as if it was going to bite her, he motioned his hand out again as she hesitantly reached out to shake it. For a moment, Daryl might have noticed a smile carved on his face but he could be wrong. Maybe he was imagining things.
Daryl looked out of the window as he noticed the sun starting to set.
“I should probably get back before it gets dark” Daryl stated as he saw her suddenly deflating. The look of disappointment on her face was small but still enough for him to notice.
She looked down for a while but then looked at him again. “Stay?”
For a moment, Daryl felt like he caved in. The way she softly asked him had made it hard to resist her. Without much convincing Daryl just nodded. Her eyes light up again but she looks away before Daryl could notice it.
She started to prepare a bedding for him on the floor, neatly folding a blanket for him. As the day went dark she suddenly laid on the floor.
“What? No, you stay on the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor” She shook her head vigorously, as she pointed on the bed, demanding him to sleep there, “Well if you don’t sleep on the bed, then I guess I just have to sleep right next to ya”
Her eyes widened as he could see her flush, Daryl was afraid he had tested the water too much and made her uncomfortable but instead she said nothing and proceeded to lay on the bed. He chuckled softly as he made himself comfortable.
“Goodnight, YN” Daryl muttered.
“Goodnight, Daryl”
That was the first time he had heard his name slip through her lips.
It sounded nice.
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The rain began sometime after midnight. Not a drizzle but a downpour.
The kind that swallowed the forest whole.
Wind screamed through the pines, rattling the walls of the tiny cabin until every loose plank groaned in protest. Rain hammered the roof hard enough to drown out even the distant moans of walkers.
Daryl stirred on the floor, one arm draped over his crossbow. He'd insisted on sleeping against the door. She'd argue silently by pointing at the empty spot on the bed, still wanting him to sleep on the bed and let her sleep on the floor.
He'd simply shaken his head. "Nah."
That had been the end of it.
"Daryl..." She whispered softly, enough for it to be heard. He didn't wake. Another deafening crack echoed through the cabin as it trembled.
The tree was falling–straight toward the side where he slept. She crossed the room in three strides.
"Daryl!" Still nothing. She grabbed his jacket. Daryl opened his eyes just as she threw herself at him. They hit the floor together. The wall exploded. Wood burst inward. A massive pine trunk crashed through the cabin, obliterating the place where he'd been lying less than a second earlier. The impact threw splinters like knives. The roof sagged violently. One heavy beam came down with it. Daryl rolled instinctively. She wasn't fast enough. The beam clipped her shoulder and trapped her forearm beneath broken timber. She made no sound. Just a sharp intake of breath.
Daryl was already on his knees.
"Hey!" Daryl received no response from her. His heart beats loudly in his chest as fear is taken over him by the state of her. She was staring at her arm and blood seeped steadily through her sleeve.
A jagged splinter, longer than his hand, had punched clean through the flesh just below her elbow.
"Damn it." Daryl cursed as he looked at her with worry. He shoved the beam aside with both hands and it barely budged. He planted his boots as he grunted. The wood shifted enough for her to wrench herself free.
She immediately reached for the splinter. His hand caught her wrist just in time.
"Don't. You will bleed out" She froze. Their eyes met, his frightened one met hers. For a moment Daryl had thanked god that he had stayed and didn’t leave.
As he glanced at her, she looked less like the wary woman from the woods and more like a frightened animal caught in a trap.
He softened his voice. "Leave it. You’ll be okay"
Rain poured through the broken roof as cold water soaked them both.
"We gotta move." Daryl stated as he carried her out of the cabin. Daryl looked down and noticed how pale she was already. He got scared, terrified as he tried his best to keep the wound from bleeding out too much. He had to make a decision.
Before did that he did what he could to wrap her wounds just enough so she won’t bleed out as much. She screamed in pain as she cried, Daryl’s heart broke.
He knew. If he stays here, tries to tend to her wounds that he is very much not capable of–she will die.
He brings her back to Alexandria, she will live–but Daryl doesn't know how she will react. His best bet is that he will lose her trust, she will probably hate him.
However, the times he had spent together with her–he could not afford losing her.
He’d rather she lives and hates him forever than be gone from his life.
“Need ya to keep talking to me alright, my bike is not far from here–you’d have to stay awake okay?” Daryl only received a soft hum as she was floating in and out of consciousness. "...You shoved me, you would've been crushed."
He was met with silence. Finally, she answered in a voice rough from exhaustion.
"...So would've you." It was such an obvious statement that if she wasn’t dying right now he would’ve laughed. Instead, he looked at the ruined cabin in the distance. Then back at her.
"You could've got yourself killed." He stressed as he carefully ran out, trying to get to his bike as fast as he could. She merely hummed, too tired to respond.
"...Didn't think." She answered weakly after a while.
But Daryl knew she had. She'd thought exactly once.
Daryl's in danger.
And she'd moved without hesitation. It made his heart swell. It unsettled him more than the storm ever could. He wasn't used to anyone throwing themselves into harm's way for him—least of all someone who trusted almost no one. He didn't have words for what that realization did to him, all he knew was that she had to live.
She barely realized what was happening but Daryl had strapped her securely on his bike as he rode off to Alexandria. The blood dripped down the road as it mixed into the wet concrete.
Next thing he knows, she was fully unconscious.
.
When the gates opened, the Alexandrians took no time helping Daryl out. They saw the state of the girl and they looked at him with worry, Deanna was the first to ask him what happened.
“A tree fell on top of her cabin” He paused, his voice cracking at the end, “She was tryna’ save me” He admitted defeatedly as his group gathered around him to hear him out, Carol looked at him then back at the girl who was rushed to the infirmary. She put two and two together. However, Carol saw how disheveled he looked—how he was pacing around his face full of worry as he followed the others to the infirmary. She knew now’s not the best time to push it.
Daryl had stayed by her side the whole time Dr. Pete was performing the surgery on her. Deanna keeps mentioning how Pete is great and she will be okay—if she wasn’t he was going to bash the asshole’s face in. Knowing he was by now, Daryl only tolerated him so that he could save her.
“She’s gonna be out for maybe a few hours, maybe up to a day—it depends on her reaction towards the anesthesia. She should be fine to heal in a month or so. In the meantime, she can not do any physical activity since the branch had punctured straight through her arm. It will risk the stitches opening and she will bleed out again” Daryl nodded in understanding but the whole time he hadn’t looked at his face, his eyes were on her, “She has a lot of injury from the past, I’ve put some cream on to help with the scarring”
Pete left the room as he patted Daryl in the back. It doesn’t matter how long it took for her to wake up, he wasn’t planning on losing his sights on her.
A few hours had passed and there were no signs of her waking up. At this point, Daryl had found comfort in hearing her heart monitor beeping.
Suddenly his group had walked into the room, alongside Aaron.
“Ya’ll can’t be here when she wakes up, she’d get scared so ya’ll need to leave” Nobody said a thing before Rick suddenly came up to her bed, taking out his cuffs as he cuffed her left uninjured arm to the bed. Daryl lashed out on his action as he pushed Rick violently. “You get that shit off right now, she’s not dangerous!”
“It’s just a procedure, Daryl—we don’t know who she is,” Rick stated calmly. “You’ve never told us about her”
“I trust her goddamnit. Just take it off!” Daryl tried to reach for the keys on Rick’s waist and Rick pushed him off.
“You do. We don’t—we need to see how she is first and we can take it off” Aaron muttered as he looked at him with betrayal.
“I thought you trusted me? Your ass was the one who wanted me to be a recruiter. Well here’s what I’m doing, I’m damn ‘recruitin” Daryl shouted at Aaron as he held his hand up, gesturing to calm down.
“We have procedures Daryl, we can’t just simply bring someone in without getting to know them for weeks and weeks”
“To hell with ya procedures!—what? you’re saying I should leave her to die? When I met her, there were two men that were gonna do bad things to her, you’re sayin I should just let ‘em have her?” Daryl was growing more and more agitated, his voice getting louder with each word that came out of his mouth. “ S’that what you want?”
The group were on each other’s necks, the room was loud.
Loud enough that it managed to wake her up.
“D-Daryl?” She cried out as she looked around, she was so shocked her whole body froze as she went silent. Her eyes were wide as her fear consumed her. Too many people. Too many men. Everybody went silent as they looked at her. Her eyes turned glassy once she realized she was cuffed to the bed.
“Hey, you’re okay—“
“No… no, no, no, no!” She chanted repeatedly as she started sobbing violently, shaking her cuffed hands vigorously as she tried to free herself. She kept saying it over and over and her movements were frantic. She wailed out as the group stood there in silence, shocked at her state.
“YN, calm down—“ Daryl tried to approach her but she backed away, it was like the first day they met all over again. Daryl noticed the look in her eyes.
“I trusted you”
Daryl felt his heart drop.
“Rick take it off, it’s freaking her out!” Daryl yelled at him and the result of that made her flinch and whimper as she cried, “Take the damn cuffs off!”
“I can’t—“
“Daryl?” Carol called out in shock as she pointed at her.
She was violently pulling at her hand to free it, Rick had made the cuff snug on her wrist and the impact had torn into her skin as blood dripped down. She screamed in pain but the only thing in her mind was that she had to run. Run far from here and never come back.
“YN, stop—Rick, take the damn cuffs off!” Rick just stood there freezing as he realized the shattering state of the girl but he still held it in his heart that he had to be safe.
He couldn’t take any chances.
Daryl tried to get her to stop moving but she somehow was stronger than him, she kept trying to pull her arm out. When she was halfway there, her thumb twisted violently as she screamed in pain, crying out trying to free herself. She sobbed and sobbed her wrist was scraped raw and her thumb had been broken.
Daryl had never felt so scared. He was so scared he started to cry. He started crying out begging her to stop. Begging Rick to uncuff her. Everybody just stood there, panicked in their hearts but they were so in shock they couldn’t move or say anything.
Carol took the initiative to snag the keys from Rick as she tossed it to Daryl. He desperately uncuffed her wrist as he held her arm carefully, looking at the state she was in. When Daryl looked up, she had passed out from all the shock and pain. Her face was pale, she was all sweaty. Daryl didn’t know why but he cried looking at her battered arm.
“Everybody out! Now!” His voice boomed through the room as everybody scurried off like chickens who lost their heads. Rick muttered a quiet apology but Daryl stayed silent. He just grabbed the bandages, cleaning her injury as he tried his best to help out with her thumb with what he knows. He looked down at her old scar around her wrist.
Now he knows how she got it from.
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After the whole ordeal, Daryl carried her unconscious body back to his house. He carefully placed the fragile girl on the bed as he cleaned off her sweat from her face. He cursed to himself as he felt pointless. He didn’t know what to do.
When she woke up again, she was scared but she looked around the room to see there was only Daryl there. Despite what happened, a little part of her still trusted Daryl.
Because Daryl had made her feel safe before. Daryl was safe.
However, she was slightly wary of him now, and betrayed.
“I had to bring you back” Daryl tried explaining, “If I don’t you were going to die”
She said nothing, she stayed silent with a blank look on her face. The face that Daryl had recognized from the start.
“I can’t have you dying, YN. You’ll be safe here. You’ll stay with me, just until you fully recover and then if you want to leave, you can leave” Daryl suddenly placed a key on the nightstand, “This is a key to the front door. If it makes you feel safer I will always leave it open, but if it doesn’t you can shut it and lock it. This is the only key, I don’t have another one”
She briefly glanced at the key then back at him.
“You need to stay, if you leave now—you’ll get hurt. If it happened again, I would do the same thing–wouldn’t have done it differently””
There was a moment of silence, the progress he made was all gone. She had decided not to speak to him again.
So instead she nodded.
Relief washed over him as he closed his eyes and gave her a small smile. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want you to get hurt”
She nodded again.
Daryl managed to fully absorb the situation. She had injured both of her arms, that meant he had to fully take care of her. He didn’t mind that, he was worried about what she would think.
When he stepped out to get some air, Carol was already standing there with a plate of food in her hands.
“Hey” He pulled her aside, just far enough so the woman inside his house wouldn’t hear Carol nearby.
“I brought her food, I was going to pass it to you” Carol stated meekly as Daryl took it off of her hands, “Listen, I saw the state that she was in–I understand, I recognized what it was”
“Yeah?”
“Hers was a lot worse” Carol admitted with a frown on her face. “It was good that you brought her back. She needs to heal–and I don’t mean it physically”
Carol smiled at him for the last time as she patted his back and left. Daryl took the freshly made food to her as her eyes peered to see what it was. When Daryl showed her the plate, her mouth watered. It was eggs, with tomatoes and pieces of bread. She had thought these ingredients had gone extinct.
“It's uh… powdered eggs. Carol made it for you, she’s a good cook” Her face was full of wonder and she eagerly looked at the plate Daryl set in front of her. “I can help you eat, but if you don’t want to you can do it however you want”
She shook her head pointing at the food and pointing at Daryl. He understood that she was comfortable letting him feed her.
And so he did. He scooped a little of everything as he held it in front of her mouth, she hesitantly took the food in.
When she did, her eyes widened in delight. Daryl chuckled softly to himself, “It’s good?”
She nodded eagerly as she pointed at the plate again, wanting more. Daryl’s heart felt full. She finished up the whole plate as she gulped down the tea that Daryl had made for her. She had thought those had gone extinct as well.
Daryl had spent the rest of the week taking care of her. She didn’t want to move from the bed for the first few days but after a while she slowly started to explore his house more. She had noticed how the house smelled exactly like him, the smell made her feel safe. She would find herself smelling his blanket when Daryl wasn’t looking because it gave her comfort. Whenever Daryl had to leave, she would grow wary. Daryl had to explain that he had to keep the group fed by hunting. She would offer to help but the arm where she broke her thumb took longer to heal. Soon she realized, no matter how many times Daryl left–he would always come back to her. That’s when she started to feel comfortable.
However, there was one day where Daryl had to leave for a few days. Longer than usual as he would usually leave and return at the end of the day. Daryl had reassured her it would not take long and she believed him.
When he left, she left his front door open so that she could see him coming in when he came back. She would sit there, patiently waiting. But then, she saw the woman Carol instead with a baby in her arms. Carol had usually passed the food to Daryl, she would make it so it was enough to feed her the whole day. But since Daryl was leaving for a while, he had asked her to place the food in front of the door and leave it there.
Carol was definitely not expecting to see her just sitting there on a chair looking out the door and it was a bit scary. It made her jump.
“Jesus, I didn’t expect to see you there–sorry” Carol apologized as she cradled the baby in her arms. She got curious so she stood up from the chair and walked slowly towards Carol. Carol could see that her attention was set on the baby. She stood a safe distance away from Carol. “I brought you your food, I’m gonna put it here”
Carol was about to leave when suddenly she spoke up.
“Stay?” That was the first word she muttered in weeks ever since she came to Alexandria. Carol stopped in her tracks as she turned around and smiled softly, nodding her head.
Carol didn’t move, instead she had let her move closer towards her. Her eyes never left the baby, and Carol immediately noticed her curiosity.
“This is baby Judith, you want to hold her?” She looked at Carol and she looked back at the baby, she shook her head.
“Don’t know how…” She whispered. A small frown carved on her lips.
“It’s okay, I’ll teach you. You just have your arm to support her from underneath and you can use your forearm to hold her close to you, you can hold her even when your hand is like that. Just need enough support so she doesn’t fall back.. You want to try it? She’s very friendly with everyone” Carol explained as she listened carefully, practicing the gesture as it made Carol smile. She held her arm out as Carol passed her the baby, she held her carefully in her arms. The baby started smiling at her and as if it was contagious, she had smiled as well, “See, Judith likes you”
She copied Carol’s cradling motion as her eyes never left the beautiful being that was in her arms. Carol looked at her, eyes full of sadness and understanding. After a short moment, she passed Judith back to Carol.
“You know you can always come to my house and play with her. I usually babysit her when Rick is gone,” She visibly flinched when Carol mentioned Rick’s name and Carol noticed it. “Not a big fan of men?”
She shook her head.
“Yeah, they can be assholes. But I promise you, the men here are nice. You are allowed to come out and explore, no one will bother you” Carol stated.
“Daryl?” You suddenly asked.
“Yes, you can go out with Daryl as well if it makes you more comfortable”
“Kay” Carol chuckled at the response, it was sometimes how Daryl would say it.
“You like Daryl?” Carol insinuated but she did not understand it, instead she just nodded her head eagerly, “Daryl is very nice, and very handsome don’t you think?”
“Don’t understand,” She responded.
“Daryl is nice to look at because he has a pretty face right?” Carol rephrased her sentence, a grin carving on her lips.
She thought deeply for a while, “Pretty eyes”
Carol chuckled again as she hummed in response. Suddenly Judith started crying.
“I have to go, she needs to eat” She nodded, “Bye YN, enjoy your food”
Her heart twitched when she heard her name coming out of Carol’s mouth. She had never heard anyone in the world say it, other than Daryl.
“Bye Carol…”
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The night had fallen as she still sat there on her chair waiting for Daryl’s arrival. She realized she was not good at sitting still. So she carefully walked towards the front door as she looked out. She took a deep breath as he contemplated whether or not she should go outside. She took the courage to take one step outside as her heart pounded in her chest.
She wanted to see what Alexandria looked like.
When she walked the streets, her face was full of wonder. The place was beautiful, the houses were beautiful and she didn’t understand why Daryl lived underneath the houses. She liked it either way because it smells like him. The place did not look like where she had stayed before, it looked safe.
“Hey” A voice called out, a voice of a man. She got scared as she tried to find where it was coming from. Then she saw him, he was standing in front of his house and he had his hand held up. “Hey, I’m Aaron–Daryl’s friend”
She was about to run back to Daryl’s before he called again.
“Wait, stay!” She didn’t know why she stopped in her tracks, she didn’t know why she listened to him. “Have you eaten?”
She hesitantly shook her head.
“I made spaghetti, it is really good–come and have dinner with us” He gestured her to come in but she just stood there, looking at him with fear on his face, “Okay, wait”
Aaron slowly pulled out his hunting knife as he tossed it on the grass in front of her. She looked at it confusingly.
“You can take that, so you can feel safe. If anything happens to you–you can use it” Aaron did it to gain her trust and he knew that securing her safety was one of them. She carefully walked up to the knife as she held it in her hands but not in a way to attack. Like Aaron mentioned, just to feel safe. “Have dinner with me and my partner, and then you can go home”
Home.
Daryl’s house was her home.
She finally caved in as she stepped inside. When she did, she got scared to see another man there smiling at her.
“It’s okay, it’s just Eric–he is my husband” Fear turned into confusion. Aaron laughed.
“I-in love?” She asked carefully.
“Yes, in love–we got married before all of this happened” Aaron wrapped his arms around Eric as he kissed his head. Just from that alone, her gaze softened. She took out the knife as she threw it on the floor. Pointing at it for Aaron to pick up, “Hey, no… You can keep it… It’s a gift”
“Gift?” Aaron nodded reassuringly as she picked it back up and placed it on her belt. That was the moment she realized the place wasn’t so bad. Maybe just maybe, not everyone was evil. Just because of this realisation doesn’t mean she will let her guard down, she will always think of the worst.
Aaron had gestured for her to sit at the dining table as he served her a plate of spaghetti. She looked at it as if it was some alien food. She cautiously took a strand of the pasta and put it in her mouth. When she got a taste she gobbled the whole thing down as Eric and Aaron looked at her amusingly, “Good, right?”
She nodded as she finished the whole plate in seconds.
“It’s funny because when Daryl first came here he sat where you sat and ate it the same way as you. We’re glad you both find it delicious” Her eyes widened as she pointed at the spaghetti. Aaron understood that she wanted more, so he gestured for her to take as much as she liked.
She took another portion as she sets it aside, she pointed at the plate, “For Daryl”
Aaron and Eric’s hearts warmed at the realization. Eric told her to wait as he went into the kitchen to find a container. He put all the spaghetti inside and passed it to her.
“Thank you” She muttered softly. They nodded as the room went silent for a while.
“I was a politician before all this, wanted to make the world a better place–I guess that didn’t work out” Aaron joked, Eric immediately recognized what he was doing so he just sat back and not interrupted him, “What did you do before all of this? Where did you come from?”
“Cage…” She mumbled without a thought as she kept eating more spaghetti. Both of them looked confused.
“What do you mean?” Aaron’s voice trembled as he felt horrified.
“Dad put me in cage, I live there” She answered as if it was normal, “He turned into monster and I left cage” The room went silent. Aaron and Eric looked at each other as he took his husband’s hand. Both of their hearts were physically broken at what she just said. “Stayed there since little”
Before Aaron could ask her any more questions, a loud knock can be heard from the door. It startled her as she cowered away in the corner.
“Aaron it’s me, Daryl!–She’s missing, have you seen her?” Daryl shouted as he banged on the door desperately. When she heard his voice, she took the container as she ran towards the front door and opened it.
She did what she had never done before.
She attacked Daryl with a tight hug.
“Missed you…” Daryl was surprised but he had also felt relief. Aaron and Eric came behind her afterwards as their gaze softened. She pulled away as she held out the container in front of him, “Aaron’s spaghetti”
Daryl chuckled breathily as he took it from her hand, “Thank you” She hummed in response.
“Daryl, can you come in? I need to talk to you” Aaron had a serious look on his face as Daryl nodded, pointing at her to sit in the living room as Aaron brought him to the kitchen.
Aaron explained what she had told him and his heart dropped.
They had assumed that she had been held captive her whole life by her father, which explains the way she acts and speaks. They had also theorized that he had severely abused her, which explains all the scars that she had. She had never come across society before. It dawned upon them that she had a terrible life before the outbreak.
“You can’t let her leave, she’s safe here–she can reconnect again” Aaron urged.
“S’not up to me, but I’ll try to convince her” Daryl grumbled, “Did she tell you where she stayed? Is the bastard still alive?”
“No… I think he turned, that’s why she managed to escape” Daryl felt anger and rage consumed him whole. If there was one thing he hated, it was abusive parents. He hates them with all his heart and if he was still alive, he would make him beg to end his life.
Aaron consulted Daryl on how to help her. It was best if he encouraged her to go out more and maybe even do a job to help her assimilate.
Daryl looked at her as she stood patiently by the door, holding the container in her arm. He exhaled loudly as he walked towards her.
“C’mon, let’s go” He ushered her out.
“Home?”
Daryl looked at her for a moment as he fully took in how important she was in his life now. He gave her a small smile as he nodded,
“Home”
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Daryl closed the door behind him as she ran towards the bed. He had been silent ever since Aaron had told him what happened to her. He contemplated heavily on what he was about to do next. She sat there on the bed, pointing at his spaghetti as he told her to wait.
“I want to show you something,” Daryl sighed as he took a deep breath.
He turned around and slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he let the shirt fall onto the floor. She was confused but when she noticed all the long scars on his back, she was shocked. They were splattered all across, long and deep.
“My dad used to do this to me” Daryl explained, “He was a bad man and I’m glad he is dead”
Something ticked inside her heart as she rushed behind him, she held out her finger as she slowly traced the deep scars on his skin. Daryl’s breath hitched as he closed his eyes.
“We have the same” She frowned, the sadness was evident in her voice. Suddenly, she hugged him again from behind, “I’m sorry”
“S’not your fault” He grumbled, “Some people are just not meant to be parents”
Daryl turned around, his heart was pounding in his chest as they stood close–his height towering over hers as his fingers found her chin, tilting her head to meet his eyes.
“I will never…” He paused as his voice cracked, “...I will never let anyone hurt you, ever again”
At that moment, it was as if the time had stood still. She was there, looking deeply into his eyes–the eyes that she called pretty.
“I want you to stay with me, so I can protect you” Daryl muttered, caressing the scars on her cheeks. “This can be your home, our home”
“Home…” She trailed off as her eyes flickered to his lips, “...is where you are”
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hii can i request daryl seeing reader in a dress for the first time? they are not together yet but in his mind she is "the one" for him so during that one alexandria welcome party he starts glaring at everyone that tries to flirt with her? and also just wanna say that im obsessed with your works <3
based on this edit, however lets just pretend the windows never had curtains. i can do a whole ass series with this i swear to god because on my life daryl gives black cat energy and reader will be the only girl he ever likes to be around with romantically.
keep ur requests coming guys!
daryl sees you in a dress at the welcome party at alexandria and he fell in love.
“Ain’t nothing sadder than an outdoor cat that thinks he’s an indoor cat”
That saying had been stuck in Daryl's mind ever since an asshole said that to him a while ago. That's how he feels the minute he stepped in Alexandria. It was hard to feel like he belonged because even before the world had gone to shit, he was never about the white picket fence suburban bullshit. He had lived out in the wild with Merle and his dad for as long as he knows. He wasn't going to be able to fit in like Rick or Michonne and truth be told he does feel left out.
So he stood there behind a tree from the outside looking into the window. The laughter and chatters of the people echoed in his mind as he contemplated going in. He looked down at himself as he scoffed. Who was he joking? No matter how bad he cleans up, people will look always look at him like he is dirty.
But then he noticed you coming into the frame. You stood there leaning on the wall, looking slightly deflated. Daryl also took a moment to take you in fully. You looked beautiful. He had never seen anyone as beautiful as you, not even before the outbreak. The way your skin glows, not a spot of dirt and blood on your body and even if you did--you would still look pretty. The dress that you were wearing was simple, it was the type that people would wear when they go on a picnic or a date. It was nothing spectacular.
But when you wore it? You looked ethereal and it made Daryl question if you were real.
He felt his breath hitched when he admired you from a far. Not really believing himself as his mind filled with thoughts that were useless. It's not like someone like you would ever go for him.
His moment was ruined when a smug pricked walked towards you, standing way too close and he could see that he was invading your personal space. He gave you a sly smirked as his eyes travelled down your clevage.
"Fuckin' asshole" Daryl gritted his teeth. His hands bawling up to fists as he felt like bashing the guy's jaw in. Why do men like him even exist in this world. Can't keep their shit in their pants and respect people.
You gave the prick a smile, but this wasn't like the smile you had always thrown to him. It didn't make your eyes squint because you were smiling so hard. Daryl could easily tell how fake it was. Suddenly, you started to daze because you were bored at whatever he was mansplaining to you.
Daryl doesn't do that. He would never correct you.
Your eyes suddenly met his when you looked out the window as it widened in surprised. Daryl quickly looked away as he started to walk off. You didn't even spare Spencer a glance as you rushed out of Deanna's house.
You ran for him, like legitimately running that it was so un-ladylike but you didn't care.
"Daryl! Wait up!" Daryl stopped in his tracks once he heard your voice as he turned around to see you bent down--hands on your knees as you tried hard to catch you breath as Daryl just stood there staring at you. You got up as you let a loud sigh.
Then you smiled at him.
The smile that he knew was genuine, for him.
When he finally got to see you up close, he felt like he stopped breathing. Even when your hair that you spent so much time and effort doing was all over the place, even when sweat was dripping down your forehead because of how fast you ran--you still looked gorgeous.
"What?" You asked, "You think I look pretty?" You grinned widely at him as you playfully twirled. Daryl's heart stopped when he got to smell the sweet scent wafting off of you. You took the wrong step and accidently tripped. Daryl was fast enough to catch you before you fall.
"Thank you" You mumbled as you got back up on your feet. Daryl just hummed in respond, "Why didn't you come? I waited for you"
I waited for you.
The words replayed in his head over and over again.
"Not my thing" He grumbled.
"Well, it's not mine either but I thought you were coming so I waited" Daryl didn't know what to respond because now he feels bad for leaving you hanging, "But hey, you tried! So I think that's something"
Daryl hummed again, "You don't speak a lot do you?"
"Don't know what to say" You noticed how it was hard for him to meet your eyes so he would either look down or look behind you.
"That's fine, you saved me from that prick--Spencer" You groaned as the thought of him made you cringed.
"That his name?" Daryl suddenly got interested and you noticed this. You gave him a playful smile as you started walking beside him.
"Yeah, he is Deanna's son. He is the most insufferable person I have ever met. Don't get me wrong, he is a nice guy--"
"Not nice" Daryl interrupted, "You should stay away from him" He warned. Even if you did stay away and he was the one coming at you-- he would stop at nothing to scare him off.
You looked at him, surprised but you listened to him anyway.
"Is there something on my face?" You asked suddenly and it caught him of guard. He shook his head but he still couldn't look at you, "Then, why can't you look at me?"
You suddenly stopped as you stood in front of Daryl. You softly repositioned him as you tilted his head. He almost flinched away but he stayed.
"See" You stated, "Now, I can see what you look like"
Daryl didn't know what to do, it was like his brain had stopped functioning. He knows he was someone who was stubborn but he had no idea why he was listening to you right now.
You were someone that makes him hard to resist you.
You just stood there, face too close as his eyes trailed yours.
"You have pretty eyes" You muttered unconsciously as you finally backed off and continued walking.
Daryl did not know how to act around you but maybe, just maybe--
You would be the reason he wanted to stay in Alexandria.
you know what i hate about tumblr. i like writing on my phone because i do it faster. but OH MY FUCKING GOD U TAP SOMETHING WRONG AND YOUR WHOLE WRITING DISAPPEAR I WANNA KMS
okay. im asking this for everyone. please do feral!daryl and reader’s first time
feral!daryl has a wet dream that leads to your first time having sex
warning! smut ahead, mdi! this is extremely filthy. like extremely kinky because daryl and reader are freaks. also, listen to this audio while you’re at it for the immersive experience.
It happened when the two of you were sleeping soundly in your bed. You were a light sleeper, so was Daryl. The slightest noise could wake the two of you up. This time it was different. Daryl was extremely tired from a long day of hunting, trying to feed the community and on top of that he was also stressed out from the pressure of bringing something back home and not coming back empty handed. He deserved the rest.
You were turned away from him, however he had his arm around you. Your back pressed closely to his chest.
That’s when you started to notice his extremely heavy breathing. You immediately jolted up and turned around, worried if he was hurt. Usually the frantic movement would wake him up by now but it didn’t he stayed asleep.
You can see his chest rising up and down, the shirt that he wore clung close to his skin as sweat seeped through his pores. You brought your hand to feel his temperature in case he was sick, but he wasn’t.
Then he started grunting. Deep, raspy grunts accompanied by soft moans. You noticed he kept bucking his hips up, thrusting into nothing. Your mind started to slowly register what was happening.
Your eyes fell down to his crotch.
His cock was basically begging to pop out of his zipper.
“Oh my god” You whispered softly to yourself as you thought about what to do. You were contemplating whether or not to wake him up, he was tired and you didn’t want to bother him but it seemed like he was more in pain to be sleeping rather than being awake.
Your hand found his chest. The temperature in the room slowly starts to rise as you felt yourself getting hot. Your eyes keep falling down to his crotch, there’s a small wet patch that you could assume was his pre-cum.
Your mouth started watering as you stared at his bulge. You started to salivate. You were thirsty but it wasn’t for a drink. The only way to satiate your thirst was if his cock was deep inside your cunt, right now.
You slowly got on top of him, careful not to scare him as you leaned down and buried your face into his neck that was glistening with sweat.
“Daryl… wake up baby” You whisperer softly into his ear.
You didn’t know what possessed you but your tongue darted out as you traced his salty neck softly—licking his sweat away and savored the taste in your mouth. You whimpered to yourself when Daryl suddenly jolted his hips into your throbbing core and he growled in his sleep, “Baby, wake up…”
You can feel your clit pulsating as your panties start to soak. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to touch him without his consent, you were trying hard not to. Hell, you’ve never even seen him with his shirt off and you sure as hell had never seen his dick.
Daryl called out your name—almost a whisper, “Yes baby?” You responded hopefully.
He was still asleep but at least you know now that he is dreaming about you.
You were starting to get agitated. It was like the roles had been reversed and you were the feral one. You were breathing heavily, panting and you started to nibble his neck.
“Baby, please wake up… I can’t take it anymore. N-need you” You begged, your hips unconsciously moving against him, wanting to feel him. “N-need you, Dare”
It was up to a point where you felt like you could cry. That was how bad you wanted him.
Like a miracle, you felt his hand travelled up to your hips as his eyes fluttered open.
“What’s going on?” Daryl grumbled as he took a minute to recover. He looked up at you as he saw your glassy eyes, “What’s wrong”
“N-need you” You hid in his chest as your hips jerked involuntarily. Daryl chuckled deeply. “You were dreaming about m-me”
“Hmm, wanna make my dreams come true?” He rasped as you nodded eagerly, “Come ‘ere, girl. Give me a kiss”
The kiss was as desperate as you were. You were sloppy, sticking your tongue down his throat if you had to. You wanted to taste him, taste all of him. The subtle hint of Marlboro reds made you moaned as Daryl grunted.
“What made you like this. huh?”
“Y-you”
“Sorry, darlin’. Didn’t mean to leave my girl high and dry. What a bad man I am?” He sounded so sexy when he just woke up, if it was even possible it made you even wetter than before,.
“Wanna take this off?” He pointed at your shirt, you weren’t wearing a bra underneath as your nipples pebbled under the cold air. “F-fuck” He faltered, seeing your breasts for the first time.
Without a warning, he devoured them like a starved man—nipping and biting as you moaned out his name. His grunts and growl were animalistic, sending shivers down your spine.
“Take your panties off and give them to me” He muttered in between your breast as your raised your hips to take them off, “Y’know what I do with these when you ain’t lookin?”
You shook your head, playing dumb as he scoffed.
He brought them up to his nose as he sniffed your soiled panties right up his nose, taking a deep inhale as he growled, he did this while maintaining eye contact with you the whole time.
“Smell so fucking good makes me wanna eat ‘ya” His hands found your hips as he gripped them roughly, “Would spend the whole day just smelling your pretty little cunt”
You whimpered at his words as he smacked your ass.
“I j-just want it inside, please?” You begged as Daryl laughed at you, almost mockingly.
“Use your words baby, don’t understand ya” His thumb found your lips as he softly caressed them before pushing it into your mouth. You sucked it up as if you would with his cock.
“I want your cock inside me, Dare. P-please” You muttered pathetically.
“Atta girl, use your words next time hmm? Don’t get all cock dumb for me like that, you’re a smart girl aren’t ya?” You didn’t know you enjoyed this until now. You didn’t know you enjoyed him degrading you and praising you at the same time. “Get up a bit, let me take it out for ya”
“Take off your shirt, I wanna see you” Daryl hummed as he confidentially unbuttoned his shirt, revealing all his battle scars and tattoos to you. You might have just visibly drooled, “You’re so beautiful, Dare… Don’t know how lucky I got with y-you” You traced your fingers over his scars as you leaned in to kiss each and every one of them.
Daryl smirked as he taps your hips, ordering you to turn around and get on all fours.
“M’ more lucky to get a slut like you, practically begging me to fill her up with my cock” You can hear Daryl unzipped his pants as you glanced back.
There he was standing with his cock in his hands.
His monstrously large dick that was going to be impossible to fit inside you.
“What, cat’s gotcha tongue, darlin?”
“Daryl, it’s not gonna f-fit”
“Whatcha talking about? You’re practically dripping for me. It’s gonna slide right in, baby” Daryl teased as he lined his shaft up to your core. Your heart’s pounding in your chest, “You wanted this right? You’re gonna take it cus you’re a big girl”
“Please, Daryl” Suddenly he leaned down as he kissed your cheeks.
“You’re gonna tell me if it hurts okay? I’ll stop immediately, don’t want my girl to be hurt” He whispered softly in your ears as your heart swells.
“I can t-take it, just put it in please”
“Only ‘cus you asked so nicely” Then you felt it, the tip slowly pushed in and it had already made you feel so full.
“O-oh my god, Daryl… it’s already so much” Daryl chuckled darkly as he slowly pushed more of his length in. You gripped the bed sheets as your face pressed down on the bed, “Daryl!”
“Shh, sweetheart we don’t want the whole place to know what we’re doing” He taunted, “F-fuck baby you feel t-too good for me. So fucking tight and warm, so fucking snug”
He had his hands over your mouth, muffling your screams and moans as his thrusts started to pick up it pace.
Daryl was in your ear, shuddering, growling, grunting in the most animalistic was possible. The whole room echoed with the sound of his hips snapping roughly into your ass.
You were in heaven. You started seeing stars. That’s how good his cock felt.
“F-fuck keep gripping me like that, gonna make me cum inside ya. Gonna fill you up” His thrust were starting to become more frantic as he reached down, his large fingers finding your clit as he roughly rubbed the swollen pearl. The overstimulation made you fell down on your stomach but with Daryl’s strong hands, he manhandled you to keep you in line. “F-fuck I’m gonna cum”
You were muffled but you kept repeating and repeating on how close you were.
You felt it coiling in your core and you screamed inside his hands, your insides clenched Daryl’s cock as you twitched underneath him, Daryl took of his hands from your mouth as he used it to stabilized you. You have your face pressed on the mattress as you tried to muffle your screams.
Daryl snapped his hips one more time as he pulled out frantically, his hand rubbing his shaft as he pushed you to face him.
One last pump and his cum splattered all over your chest and your face, spurts of it just keeps on cumming.
And Daryl makes the most beautiful noise when he cums. A mix of a whimper and a growl as his face twists in pleasure.
Your first time with him was not what you expect.
But that doesn’t mean you didn’t deeply enjoy it.
a/n: guys im about to go to sleep so this is so messy and bad im so sorry but goodnight <3
reader getting patched up after getting injured in a run by one of the alexandrians: just promise you are not gonna get mad at him okay? it was just an accident
daryl trying to ignore the commotion outside after almost murdering the guy in front of everyone: ...
daryl: yeah sure darlin
OMG i just imagined this scenario and thought it would be something fun to see written by you🤭sending you kisses love your blog💕
Daryl’s protective, too protective sometimes.
“Daryl,” You called out softly, groaning in pain with even the slightest movement. You breathed heavily, “Take deep breaths, promise me you’re not going to hurt him okay? It was just an a-accident” You shuddered as you tried biting the pain down with your teeth, if your bite was strong enough it could easily shatter them.
“Yeah, sure ‘darlin” He nodded. You were about to smile at him when suddenly Daryl pounced on Aiden, beating the shit out of him. Your eyes widened as the group starts to panic.
“Daryl! He was just scared!” You yelled out, the door behind you was smothered by walkers. The rest of the group tried their best to hold it down while the others tried to patch you up.
“More like selfish to me” He grunted, each blow landing on his face as blood started pooling inside of Aiden’s mouth. Few of the group tried to stop him but Daryl was way too strong.
You tried to get up to stop him despite the pain but failed as you fell down on the ground. The person who was tending you shouted your name, asking you to stay still but you cried out in pain.
That was Daryl’s trigger. He immediately froze as he pushed Aiden to the side, As he rushed to set you down. His face softened as he looked at your heavily bruised ankle.
The situation led up to this when a small horde surrounded your group. Aiden was still new, he was young and immature and he wasn’t familiar of how things worked. Everyone tried to run towards the other room but you were the last one behind.
He didn’t notice you because he thought he was the last one behind. He had accidentally slammed the door shut on your ankle and now it was broken.
“Your dumbass could’ve gotten her killed!” Daryl spat at the beaten up Aiden. He didn’t hit him too hard but Daryl was strong either way so Aiden couldn’t take the punch. Aiden kept begging you and Daryl to forgive him. “Anything happens to her, I’ll throw you out and let them eat you so we can all leave”
The group was horrified at what he said. Your eyes widened as you chuckled nervously, “Guys, relax he is not actually gonna do that”
Nobody paid attention to you because everyone was too scared.
Daryl was right beside you, holding you in his arms but his eyes was set dead straight Aiden. You wanted to ease the situation so badly but it was too far gone.
Daryl kissed your forehead softly as you groaned, “You need to calm down, he doesn’t know any better”
“Could’ve lost ya” Daryl muttered, patting your hair.
“But ya didn’t” You mocked his southern accent as he smiled. Couldn’t believe you would joke in a situation like this. “Now, apologize for bashing his pretty face in”
“You think his face’s pretty?” Daryl growled, ready to pounce on Aiden’s face even more as the guy sat in the corner scared for his life.
“Not my type” You stated as Daryl gave you a low chuckle. Everyone else around you stared at the both of you like you two were crazy. Daryl slowly set you down as he walked towards Aiden, offering him a hand and apologizing to him.
The group was never going on runs with the two of you again.
In order to get out, they had done what had always worked. Let a couple in, gut them, smother them all over each other and pass through.
Throughout, Daryl had carried you in his arms the whole way as you smiled like a maniac happily being carried by him.
Yeah, the group was never going to agree to this again.
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can we have some feral!daryl x reader where they are dating and how he is a boyfriend >~< i have a feeling that after getting together with he would tend to stalk her everywhere , but just to make sure she is fine ofc! >:)
What is it like “dating” feral!Daryl
It was never established that you and Daryl were dating. But both of you knew—you belonged to him and he belonged to you. You did call Daryl your boyfriend once. It was to a new group of survivors that came to Alexandria. You were open about it but Daryl is much more closed off, but you know how he feels and that’s all that matters.
“This is Daryl, he is my boyfriend” The words came out of your mouth giddily, like your some high school girl with a crush and you were definitely too old to act that way but it was okay. You just like him too much.
Daryl stood there awkwardly as he glanced at you and huffed. He turned his gaze to the new survivors as he backed away behind a tree. The new survivors thought he just walked off because they didn’t see him but oh—he is definitely still there and you knew it too well.
“Uh, he is not very friendly but he’ll come around—just don’t do anything stupid or he will kill you!” You laughed out loud as the survivors looked at you with horrified faces, already thinking of going back to the woods and just living there, “I’m joking! Of course he wouldn’t do that—maybe” You deadpanned as they still look like they regret their life choices coming to Alexandria.
After knowing Daryl and his group for a while, you had decided to face reality and learned how to defend yourself. Usually you would train outside of Alexandria with Daryl but you had taken the liberty of trying to do it on your own.
“Don’t let Daryl know I went out, okay?” You whispered to Eugene.
“Based on my admittedly limited but historically reliable observations of his behavioral tendencies, I believe there’s a considerably higher-than-average probability that he’ll react with a measurable degree of anger directed squarely at yours truly” Eugene stated formally as you sighed. Eugene continues, “I would very much prefer not to find myself on the receiving end of a fatal encounter brought about by his understandably hostile disposition.”
“He’s not gonna kill you, Eugene” You exasperated as the gate opened. You walked out as Eugene looks at you with worry, you smiled at him mischievously as you heard curse appropriately under his breath, “Be safe!”
Sometimes, you think that you had known Daryl. But you were wrong. You had underestimated his skills of being so incredibly stealthy that he would become practically invisible.
You thought you went out alone, but you were dead wrong.
So while you were busy trying to kill walkers with the bow and arrow (because you wanted to match with your boyfriend but the crossbow was too hard to master so you settled with the traditional bow) one walker got too close as you fell down with the thing trying to gnaw at you, before you could frantically stab it with a knife a very familiar arrow shot right through its temple.
You groaned loudly, “I had it, Daryl!”
“Ya’ didn’t have shit” Daryl growled, as he walked up to move the walker away and grab his arrow, “You could’ve gotten ya’ self killed”
“Did Eugene told you I went out” You complained as he helped you get up from the ground.
“Nah, I could smell you from a mile away”
“Of course you did” You sighed knowingly as you glared at him.
“If you didn’t want me finding ya’ then you shouldn’t go out wearing a goddamn perfume on a hunt, woman” He argued, swinging his arms at you. One habit that you seemed to notice when he gets worked up, you found it cute—he hates that you find it cute but he does it anyway.
“Even if I didn’t wear it, you somehow always find me out here” You stated sarcastically, Daryl looked at your pants as he instinctively cleaned you up by patting away the dirt on your clothes, brushing the leaves out of your hair. Daryl was a man of service, it was his love language—other than giving you possums and squirrels every now and then.
“I’ll always find you” Daryl muttered, this time it was serious. His eyes piercing into yours and your heart skipped a bit, “No matter what”
“O-okay”
Daryl meant what he said and he will take it till the day he dies. He had experienced too much loss from separation and it scared him deeply. He would never want to lose you. If Alexandria burned down to the ground and you were gone, he would find you before doing anything else. It was why he always follow you around, no matter where you are.
can you pls pls pls write feral!daryl and reader's first encounter? UGH IM DYING FOR HIM
How you first met with feral!Daryl.
When Rick’s group first came to Alexandria, your mother had strictly told you to not go near them. Thinking they were dangerous. It was normal for her to think that way, the group strolled in packed with weapon that both of you never touched before. When all of this started to happen, you and your mother had immediately evacuated to Alexandria. You never knew what life was like outside. You always felt like you were living regularly, like how you did before all of it happened. However, you weren’t stupid to think that the outside world is not dangerous. You’ve read enough books to know what people can turn to during the end of the world.
You never did like listening to your mother.
You were there when they first entered the gate, all of them looked like they haven’t seen civilization in years. They were covered in dirt and blood, the look behind their eyes was empty and dead—they had seen enough.
When you found out that their group leader was staying a couple houses down from you, you decided to give them a housewarming gift by baking them a pie. But when you head down, you didn’t expect them to all live in one house when Deanna clearly gave them a few places to stay.
You saw Daryl, sitting on the porch, gutting a possum he had killed just right before he entered the gates. The blood was dripping down the stairs, soaking into the woods but their group leader just looked at him and smiled. Everybody didn’t say anything, as if they did not care about what people think of them. You had respected them. You were slightly disgusted, sure—but who knows what they had to go through for them to result to eating critters as nourishment.
When Daryl first saw you, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Not because you were pretty or beautiful. He can’t believe people like you still exist. You stood there with a clean dress, a nice cardigan over, maybe a hint of makeup—even your hair was styled nicely and with his sense of smell being better from everyone else, he could definitely tell you wore perfume.
You didn’t bother Daryl at first but he definitely caught your eyes. You were genuinely curious about him but you did not let show. At least you thought so because Daryl could definitely feel you staring at him all the time.
Rick had cleaned up nicely as he thanked you for the pie. You welcomed the others as Daryl just sat there at the corner of the porch listening quietly. Everyone had cleaned up, except for him.
When you were about to leave, you glanced at Daryl as you threw him a smile.
That smile had made him falter. Someone like you, prim and proper—and pretty. Daryl had never had the time to think about that way towards anyone. It’s not important. What’s important to him was survival. So when he felt what he felt from just a smile alone, something had stirred inside of him.
His eyes trailed behind you as you leave.
.
You were too scared to say anything to Daryl. You had tried to make conversations with the other members of the group, making sure to not say the wrong thing since they were still new but you can’t seem to find yourself saying one word to him. Not because you were scared of him. It’s the way he makes you feel because he constantly just stares you down, barely saying anything as he just grunts and hums to you. He made you feel nervous.
So for the past few weeks of them staying here, all you did was just observe him.
Then it started happening.
You slowly found out that he was attractive. If your mother had knew, it would be a field day.
You didn’t know how it started but you kept hearing nothing but good things about him from Aaron and Deanna. Which was surprising because he looked like the kind of person anyone would be scared and intimidated off. His presence alone was off-putting to everyone in Alexandria.
So the more you observe, the more you noticed how much of a good man he is.
Daryl cares about his group. It’s the type of caring that doesn’t even happen in families and it’s the type you can’t describe. It’s like he would die for them if he had to., even though he wasn’t related to them by shape of form.
Other than that, he was incredibly ripped for someone who’s just survived the apocalypse without eating anything proper for months.
Your mother had smacked you softly at back of your head when she caught you drooling over him cleaning his crossbow and arrows. That’s when she warned you, saying how she would kick you out if she found out you got together with him.
Not that you care, if she did you’d just find another place to stay inside of Alexandria—there were too many empty homes anyways.
In the meantime, Carol had noticed Daryl’s wandering eyes.
“Pretty?” Carol smirked as Daryl kept quiet, looking down at his hands for no reason it was like he was a child that had been caught stealing cookies from the cupboard. “Have you talked to her?”
“Nah”
“You should” Carol convinced, “It’s not forbidden to like someone, Daryl. You out of everyone deserves that”
“And say what?”
“I don’t know. You have your own charms, pookie. I’m pretty sure any way you interact with her she would like it” Daryl looked at Carol, he was still hesitant. He hasn’t talked to any girl since—well, high school. He wasn’t exactly out looking for girls before the outbreak either. He does not know one single thing about talking to a girl. He fucked around here and there, but it was never romantic. If it comes to him, it comes to him.
Since Carol had told him he could do anything—that he did.
Next thing you know, you ended up with skinned squirrels wrapped in newspaper at your doorstep.
You were horrified at first. But then you realized there was only one person that could do this, it was Daryl.
You didn’t feel so horrified afterwards.
It kind of made you feel, happy.
So you decided to accept it with open mind, cooked it. You decided to make a stew and you planned to bring it to Daryl and enjoy it together.
Daryl did not expect you to actually cook it.
In his mind, he thought it would scare you off. It was kind of a stupid test that he wanted you to take.
So when you came to his door, bright-eyed and a soft smile on your face, holding a pot of squirrel stew and asked him to enjoy it with you;
It’s like he fell in love.
You did not judge him, you did not throw it away, you did not get scared.
Here you were, asking him to have a meal with you with the squirrel he had just caught.
You and Daryl had went to the gazebo, lighting a fire as you both tried the meal.
You were surprised how good it taste.
“This is actually good!” You hummed in satisfaction, talking with food full in your mouth. Daryl glanced at you as he downed the whole thing like he hasn’t eaten in months. Not only you were pretty, but you were also a good cook—as if you couldn’t get more perfect for him.
“We ate dogs once” He grumbled blankly, the statement was so out of nowhere and it made you froze.
But you were quick to compose yourself, “Well, food is scarce nowadays—what can we do? You had to survive”
There it is again. That smile you would throw at him. The reassuring smile that would make his heart stutter which was stupid. It was the way you looked at him, it was different than anyone else here. You made him feel accepted at a place that was impossible for him to feel that way.
You didn’t look at him like he was a monster. You didn’t look at him like he was dirty.
“What did ya do ‘fore all of this?” You were surprised to hear him ask you something. You had been comfortable with the silence, you did not want to impose him with any uncomfortable or insensitive questions. Daryl was surprised he would even ask that kind of question. He was the type of guy that would forget everything that happened before, just focus on now. He was curious.
“I was a teacher. High school one—the most annoying one. But I guess even though they were annoying, I miss them. I hope they are okay”
“What about you?”
“You can guess” There was a slight playful tone in his voice than made you grin, “I ain’t gonna tell ya until you guess correctly”
Wow, this was the most words you got out of him for weeks now. You were quite proud of yourself.
“Is this your way to get me to talk to you everyday?” You flirted playfully, “If you wanted to you can just say so”
Daryl just hummed. Something that was weirdly attractive about him. Every noise he made had a rasp, a rattle in his chest. It was attractive.
Just that one night, Daryl kept following you around. Staying close to you, talking to you. He couldn’t leave you alone. Your mom absolutely hated it. Rick’s group was entertained by the sudden connection
And you knew.
You knew he would stand in front of your window, watching you in the dark.
You didn’t feel creeped out or scared. Instead it made you feel safe. If it weren’t for your mom staying under the same roof, you would have asked him to come in—lay down beside you.
It had became a routine. He would stand there outside your window behind a tree, it was dark enough that nobody saw him. He would just watch you sleep.
He wasn’t doing it in a stalker-ish way. He was scared.
You were something good that happened to him after going through shit and piss for a long time. Everything good that comes to him disappear in the end.
He wasn’t going to let you go away and leave him.
a/n: feral but soft, he is like a black cat <3 send in more request, i’ll be happy to write them. Doesn’t need to be just feral!daryl. can be anything your heart desire.
