constant state of disarray

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Reader has manic-depressive disorder, and she has run out of meds, which makes it hard to control it, and hard to control the way she feels and the way in which it changes, no matter Daryl tries to help. Angs, hurt/comfort, sad  one-shot, inspired by the prompts  Maybe you should fuck yourself” and “There’s nothing wrong with you”, Requested by @feartheendlesssummer

3334 words

I hope I did the requests justice, I tried…

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You hummed as you sorted things in one of the cells of the freshly cleared cellblock, getting them ready to become rooms. You didn’t notice Daryl walking past the cell, and he stopped when he heard you, walking into the cell, a tiny but smile on his face.

“You seem in a good mood.”

You looked up when you heard his voice and smiled. “How wouldn’t I? We found this place, it’s safe, it has fences and walls…” Sure, you still needed to clear more areas and whatnot, but it was the best thing since you lost the farm. “It’s all we hoped for.”

“Guess so.” Daryl nodded. “What were you singing anyway?”

“I don’t sing, I hum. Let the singing to Beth and Maggie.” You shrugged. “Just a song I used to like…what’s your favourite song.”

“Dunno.”

“Come on, think harder.” You giggled.

“Why you care?” Daryl grumbled and you let out a sigh.

Even though you both had been friends for a while, getting to know Daryl and have him sharing things about himself was still like pulling teeth most times, no matter how much you wanted to know him better. He was your favourite person, you were sure, he’d become so during that horrible winter, no matter than when you met back at the quarry you could hardly stand him. A lot had changed since then.

“Just…I told Beth what was my favourite song, and she and Maggie sang it for me…thought they could do the same for you.” You shrugged, feeling a bit silly now. Daryl seemed shy but he gave you a small smile.

“Don’t think I have a favourite one.”

“Well, if something springs to mind just tell me.” You grinned again.

“Okay…gonna see if Rick needs me to do something.”

“You work too much! Just relax for a day…look at this place” You waved around at the sturdy walls. “We’re safe. This place is perfect. I think things are going to go great for us for now on. I can feel it!”

It felt so good, finally having hope again. You thought Daryl was going to roll his eyes at you or something, but he just smiled at you, reaching to pat your arm before leaving.

I wanna make one of these that is like a literal curtain of worms

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Finn: "The worm! (*followed by a high-pitched, fast, echo voice* The worm!) *Finn chases it across the room and the worm goes thru a little hole. Finn is frustrated.* "Wooorm, wOoOrM, woim, WORM!!!" Does anyone remember that 'sode?

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary:   After losing everyone when the walkers attacked the quarry, reader can’t see the point on keep going, but then Daryl Dixon becomes her shadow, frustrating her attempts at being alone and end it all. She doesnt know why he’s doing it, neither seemed to know it himself, and neither does reader know if she’ll ever stop feeling like this, if that sense of hopelessness and lonelyness will ever leave her…WARNING for suicidal reader.  (4600 words one-shot inspired by the prompt “I saved your life”)

Requested by @crossbowking though I’m pretty sure this wasn’t what you had in mind, sorru.

You can find more Daryl x Reader stories in the masterlist linked in the description of this blog.

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Everyone was packing their things to leave for Fort Benning the next day but you didn’t see the point. Walkers had attacked the camp, killing half your group…including your whole family, your parents and your brother. You were brokenhearted, you didn’t think you could ever stop feeling this pain. You were alone in the cruel world. You didn’t know why walkers hadn’t gotten to you too. What was the point in keeping going anymore?

Some of the other had begun to drive picks into the heads of walkers and fallen friends, and you felt tears falling down your eyes again as you felt sick to your stomach. Sure that nobody would notice, you went to the woods. You made sure to make noise as you walked, until you saw a walker making his way to you. You flopped down onto the ground and let it come. You shouldn’t be alive. You’d be devoured as your family and the pain would stop.

The monster was almost on you, reaching out its hands, it could almost touch you, and you closed your eyes, terrified, so as not to see it, and waited for the pain not come. Instead, you heard a whistling sound and then the walker fell on top of you. You yelped, pushing the body off you, and you looked around wildly, spotting Daryl lowering his crossbow.

“What the hell are you doing?!” He yelled at you, walking closer.

“No, what the hell did you do!”You snapped back, rushing onto your feet. Daryl’d ruined it all. You didn’t know if you’d have the courage to try again.

“I saved your life!” Daryl shook his head in disbelief at you, scoffing.

“Well, I didn’t ask you to!” You yelled back, embarrassed when you noticed tears in your eyes again. You turned to walk deeper into the woods, but Daryl rushed behind you.

“Where the hell you think you are going?!” Daryl reached out as if to grab your arm but you pulled away.

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary:   After losing everyone when the walkers attacked the quarry, reader can’t see the point on keep going, but then Daryl Dixon becomes her shadow, frustrating her attempts at being alone and end it all. She doesnt know why he’s doing it, neither seemed to know it himself, and neither does reader know if she’ll ever stop feeling like this, if that sense of hopelessness and lonelyness will ever leave her…WARNING for suicidal reader.  (4600 words one-shot inspired by the prompt “I saved your life”)

Requested by @crossbowking though I’m pretty sure this wasn’t what you had in mind, sorru.

You can find more Daryl x Reader stories in the masterlist linked in the description of this blog.

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Everyone was packing their things to leave for Fort Benning the next day but you didn’t see the point. Walkers had attacked the camp, killing half your group…including your whole family, your parents and your brother. You were brokenhearted, you didn’t think you could ever stop feeling this pain. You were alone in the cruel world. You didn’t know why walkers hadn’t gotten to you too. What was the point in keeping going anymore?

Some of the other had begun to drive picks into the heads of walkers and fallen friends, and you felt tears falling down your eyes again as you felt sick to your stomach. Sure that nobody would notice, you went to the woods. You made sure to make noise as you walked, until you saw a walker making his way to you. You flopped down onto the ground and let it come. You shouldn’t be alive. You’d be devoured as your family and the pain would stop.

The monster was almost on you, reaching out its hands, it could almost touch you, and you closed your eyes, terrified, so as not to see it, and waited for the pain not come. Instead, you heard a whistling sound and then the walker fell on top of you. You yelped, pushing the body off you, and you looked around wildly, spotting Daryl lowering his crossbow.

“What the hell are you doing?!” He yelled at you, walking closer.

“No, what the hell did you do!”You snapped back, rushing onto your feet. Daryl’d ruined it all. You didn’t know if you’d have the courage to try again.

“I saved your life!” Daryl shook his head in disbelief at you, scoffing.

“Well, I didn’t ask you to!” You yelled back, embarrassed when you noticed tears in your eyes again. You turned to walk deeper into the woods, but Daryl rushed behind you.

“Where the hell you think you are going?!” Daryl reached out as if to grab your arm but you pulled away.

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Summary: The reader finds themselves in a fight for their life after running into a terrifying group known as “The Claimers”. But one crossbow-wielding survivor stands different amongst the rest. Will the reader find reason to trust this stranger in order to survive the night? Or will they walk amongst the dead before sunrise?

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Daryl Dixon x Reader

*Summary:  The reader has two scecrets. A small one, her crush on Daryl. A big one, the abuse he endured at the hands of her parents. On his side, and after just having arrived at Alexandria, Daryl’s not doing good, making him snap easily. Dyring a fight between him and the reader, some secrets are going to slip.

5119 words.

Request by @pokeballworld

Link to masterlist with more  stories in the info of this blog.

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You leaned over the railing of the stairs at the porch of your new house looking around. You still couldn’t believe it, this suburban area in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by lands and lands razed by walkers, the beautiful, stunning houses, the gardens and green areas, everything surrounded by tall, sturdy walls.

Alexandria was strange but incredible, and you loved it. It was safe, it had supplies, and it was everything you could have hoped for after losing the prison, everything you all deserved after all you had gone through, this paradise right when you had been thinking you all were going to die out there without shelter or supplies.

The people were a bit strange too and you knew it would take a little bit for you to get used to them and maybe make new friends, but that was probably due to being with the same people for so long and developing such a deep level of trust and care as you had with them, more than to the Alexandrians not being good people. If only, they were a bit naïve, as it seemed most of them didn’t really realize how the world was outside the walls, and most of them probably wouldn’t survive. But most of you had been like that at some point too, and so you didn’t judge. Rick would make sure they’d learn.

All your friends had gone out of the house already, some to explore the place, others to get to know some of the people, and others to talk to Deanna, the leader of the place. There was someone, though, who was still there, and who didn’t seem to have any interest in getting to know nor the place neither the people.

Daryl was sat down on the floor at the other end of the porch, fumbling with his crossbow. Since arriving in Alexandria he was all surly and taciturn, it seemed he didn’t like the place, didn’t trust it either its people. He seemed so miserable that it made your heart hurt.

Daryl Dixon x Reader

*Summary:  The reader is very good at sneaking, moving fast and silent, lethal with her knives. She lost her camp and is wanfering the woods when she finds Maggie and Glenn being attacked by some men and she helps them, sneaking not only on the men but also on Daryl, leaving everyone impressed with her skills, and she’s taken in into the prison. Badass but rather insecure reader and shy, confused Daryl.

Slow-burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smoking, language and violence twd style. (Request turned mini-series of eight chapters)

3860 words

Chapters: 8/8

Link to masterlist with more  stories in the info of this blog.

Last chapter!

“Claimed”

The voice made you look up, startled, and a man roughly yanked you onto your feet. You stated at him, too shocked to say anything as he gave you an unsettling smile.“What’s wrong, little girl, are you lost?”

You didn’t like how he looked, you didn’t like it at all, you knew he was trouble. This was it wasn’t going to be as when you had run into Maggie, Glenn, and Daryl. You tried to take one of your knives but before you could, the man had pressed the barrel of a gun to your forehead.

“Don’t even think it.”

“Let me go.” You growled but didn’t dare to try anything with his gun to your head.

“You’re mine now, sweetcheeks.” He smiled again and shiver run through you.

“Let me go you asshole!” You struggled to break free even though he was still aiming his gun at you, you couldn’t help yourself, and the man hit you hard on the head with his gun.

“Don’t make me shoot you, it’d be a waste.” He warned you, his smile gone, and you stopped struggling, blinking back tears of frustration and rage. “I don’t know if I want to have you know or get you to the others first so they know I claimed you.” So he wasn’t alone but with a group. Great, just great. “Nah, I’ll show you off to them first, hope they don’t want to share.”

He tugged at you but you didn’t move and he pressed his gun to your head harder. You wondered if it wouldn’t be best to you lest have him shoot you, end it there. You were going to die alone on this woods anyway. But something inside you didn’t allow you to give up living, and so you let the man tug at you.

SUMMARY: Troy Otto does have feelings you know. Especially when it comes to his childhood friend, Jaymie. Whatever they are, they're rooted deep, and growing.

PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC

TRIGGERS/ WARNINGS: Language and the typical FTWD stuff

WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry I took so long getting this chapter together. I changed my mind on how I wanted to present an upcoming thing. On to the usual note: my plan is to follow along with season 3, but with Jaymie involved. I'll veer off and switch shit up a lot. It'll be in different characters' perspectives throughout the series. I'm not great at writing but I try my best. Hope you like it enough. All characters except OFC don't belong to me.

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Chapter 7

(Alicia's POV)

A moment ago I was dreading the thought of attending Gretchen's Bible study. However, as a freshly packed bong is passed my way, I am pleasantly surprised to find that my expectations were shattered. I asked about Geoff, whom Gretchen had mentioned at lunch. She exchanged guarded looks with the two boys and Jaymie, then got up and headed towards a barrel, in which she pulled out a smaller sized cage. In it was a living, decapitated head. She placed it on the table in front of me. Seeing the biggest threat to the human race vulnerable and behind thin bars had me feeling sovereign. The THC shrouded my mind and I laughed for the first time in what felt like ages.

"Geoff wants to know what it's like out there," Gretchen states on behalf of the snarling head, referring to life outside of the ranch; where the dead have taken over.

"Chaos, ruin, and it changes you; not like Geoff- something worse... Can I ask Geoff something?" Gretchen nods. "Who are the Ottos?"

Gretchen and the boys tell me all about the founding family, which leads to a comment about Geoff being indifferent about Troy. "Troy took Geoff's body," Gretchen whispers loudly.

"Troy's done a lot worse than that." They really have no clue. From the corner of my eye, I notice Jaymie shifting uncomfortably on the other end of the couch.

"Troy and the militia do what we can't. They protect us." Gretchen defends him after giving Jaymie a sympathetic look.

Dare I say it? Yes. I dare. "If people here knew what he really did at the border, everyone would feel differently. You would feel differently."

"Alicia." I meet Jaymie's eyes to see a silent plea for me to stop.

I think of what he did to Luciana's people. I think of Travis being thrown in a pit to fight the dead on Troy's command. I think of what would have happened to Nick if- "No. I don't get it, Jaymie. I don't understand how you can defend him the way you do when you know what he's done."

The girl looked somewhere between heartbroken and pissed. "You have no idea what he's really like, Alicia. And you haven't got a clue as to what he's done for me." She seemed to stop herself too late from saying the second part; like she didn't mean to say it out loud.

Now I'm curious. "Well why don't you tell me what he's really like!" Angry sarcasm spews from my lips. "And what the hell has he done for you that nullifies the murdering of innocent people?!"

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7 years ago

After yet another long night of hitting the bottle, a very inebriated Jackie stumbled down the hallway to her own bedroom, passing her daughter's on the way. She slurred boisterously, "Jaymie, I'm home! Love you, sweetie!" as she staggered by. Jaymie huffed a sigh of exasperation, but yelled an "I love you too, Mom," anyway.

About 5 or so minutes later, she heard her mother throwing up through the thin walls. Jaymie rolled her eyes in annoyance, put her earbuds in, and fell asleep to some music to drown out the nauseating sounds in the room next to hers.

When she awoke in the late morning, Jaymie made her way to the kitchen to fix her mother the usual mug of green tea, a slice of buttered wheat toast, and a bottle of water to help with the hangover she knew Jackie would have.

Jaymie kicked gently at her mom's bedroom door as to knock, since her hands were full, then skillfully raised her leg up and turned the knob with her foot and toes. "Wake up, Mom. It's almost noon." Jaymie sat the tea, toast, and water on Jackie's dresser and made her way to the windows to open the curtains and blinds. "I need a ride to the ranch. I told Troy I'd help him clean out the stables today." She turns away from the brightness, the sunlight bringing the room to life; everything except- "Mom?" Jaymie stands frozen, time itself stopping, as her gaze falls on her mother's pale, lifeless body; vomit dried to her face and sheets.

Jackie's eyes are open, but she can't see her daughter rushing to her side; can't feel her daughter's hands grab her arm to shake her, only to pull back in horror at both the rigermortis which had set in, and the feel of her cold skin; can't hear her daughter's heartwrenching screams and cries; can't recognize the pleads coming from her daughter's lips to come back, to not leave her, telling her she loves her, becoming that little girl again calling her 'Mommy,' instead of 'Mom.'

After a short while, Jaymie called the Otto residence. Jake had been the one to answer the phone. In between the sobs and panicked breathing, he pieced together what happened. After alerting Troy and their father, Jake stayed on the phone with Jaymie for a bit longer while the other two went to help her.

Troy rushed into Jaymie and Jackie's home and found his best friend back against the wall in her mother's room with her arms around her legs, pulling them to her chest. He was at her side in no time at all, and she threw her arms around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck, letting the rest of her tears soak into his flannel shirt. He wrapped her up in his firm embrace, keeping her body snug up against his own. That was the first time Troy held Jaymie in his arms.

Jeremiah had called 9-1-1 after taking a long, sad look at his friend that he and his late wife had spent many nights drinking and playing cards with.

Once the police, EMTs, and coroner had arrived and done their jobs, and Jackie was taken away in a body bag, Jeremiah and Troy took Jaymie back home to the ranch. The two teens rode in the back of the pickup, Troy once again holding his friend in the comfort of his arms. He didn't know how to empathize much, but he hated seeing Jaymie so heartbroken. He wished he could take that pain from her; though there was something about that moment that had him feeling warm and, happy? Then he realized: it was because he felt needed. He was needed.

The Ottos had intended for Jaymie to stay there with them, but several days after Jackie's funeral, a woman from social services showed up. Apparently Jaymie's father, John, requested custody of her. This was completely unexpected, as John had left his daughter and her mother 5 years prior, with no contact since. Jaymie was stressed out far worse than any 12 year old should be, but what made matters worse was that John lived 8 hours away from the ranch. Jaymie was devastated, and frightened. Troy was already coming apart at the seams at the mention of her having to leave; she was his anchor.

They both held it together well enough thanks to daily phone calls. Little by little though, Jaymie's spirits seemed to dampen, her voice became meeker, and in the middle of a sentence she would suddenly state that she had to go, and hung up. Troy knew something was wrong. He wanted to go to her, to check on her, to rescue her from whatever it was that had her on edge; but he didn't know her father's address.

Some time later, Troy received a letter with Jaymie's name above the return address. He opened it in a hurry. However, as he read her heartfelt words, his eyes began uncharacteristically flooding, his face heated up and turned an angry shade of red, and then everything in his mind went black.

Daryl Dixon x Reader

*Summary:  It’s Daryl Dixon’s 18th birthday and he can’t stop his brother from dragging him to the strip club, one of Merle’s favourite places, to celebrate. There’s a new singer there, a girl with a beautiful voice and a beautiful smile, even Daryl can see it. Little does he know, he’s going to meet her again at the woods soon. This was a request but it got out of hand.

Daryl’s POV. Teen Daryl.Pre-apocalypse. Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, mild smut.

3379 words

Chapters: 8/8

Link to masterlist with more  chapters and works is in the info of this blog.

And here we are…the end! If you could tell me what you thought of this series, I’d be so graeful!

***Also I’ve been reblogging a lot of young Norman pics to get in the mood for teen Daryl, if you want to check it! Some of them are really how I imagine him in this story: twdeadfanfic.tumblr.com/tagged/tftbym ***

Last chapter…Daryl and Y/N kissed but Daryl stopped because he knows one day Y/N will leave the town and he doesn’t want this heart to break even more…and by the end of the chapter, Y/N actually got the chance to have a job at the city and leave the town…

Here we go…

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“So you’re leaving?” Daryl had known it was coming but it still didn’t feel real. He wished it wasn’t.

“Maybe?” Y/N shrugged, her voice sounding small.

“When?”

“As soon as possible. I’d be there tomorrow already if it were for them, she needs someone already, she wants to meet me and make sure I’m good for the job and all that…” Y/N looked at him with unsure eyes, and Daryl still didn’t know what to say.

“Okay.” He muttered.

“I could not go.”

“Why?”

Y/N just shrugged, looking down. She had to leave, Daryl knew it, despite the pain he felt as his brain began to catch up with what this meant. He didn’t want her to, but he knew it was the best for her, he had to help her with it, however he could, even if it hurt. She’d gotten lucky to have someone offering her a job with a friend, she couldn’t let that go. She’d have a better life in the city. She’d be happier. She was wasting away in that town. Daryl kept repeating himself that as a mantra.

“You gotta go. Your friend is there, and you kind of got a job. You know you’ll be better than in this shit place. How long have you been wanting to go? It’s your chance now.” Daryl didn’t know how he managed to deliver all that and sound convincing, but he thought he did.

Y/N nodded, still looking down. “Won’t you miss me?”

“Of course I’ll miss you…” Daryl couldn’t believe she’d ask him that when he was already feeling like an arrow was piercing through his heart.

“I’ll miss you too…enough to not want to go…” She said as she fidgeted.

SUMMARY: Troy Otto does have feelings you know. He's in the process of figuring them out; especially when it comes to his childhood friend, Jaymie. Whatever they are, they're rooted deep, and they're growing.

WARNINGS: Language, Warped thoughts, Violence.

WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know.

PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC

AUTHOR'S NOTE: My plan is to follow along with the events of season 3, but with my OFC involved. I'll veer off plenty of times and probably switch shit up completely. Not sure yet. We'll be exploring different characters' perspectives throughout the series. I'm not great at this writing thing but I try my best. Hope you like it enough. All characters except my OFC don't belong to me.

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Chapter 6

(Jaymie's POV)

The next day, a memorial service was held to honor Charlene- Jeremiah's goddaughter. She was the pilot of the helicopter that Jake, Alicia, Luciana, and Travis were on. She survived the crash, but the dead got her on the way back to the ranch.

To be honest, I didn't like Charlie. She was such a bitch to me. It was because her dad had an affair with my mom, and her parents split up. So she took her anger out on me.

One particular day she was talking shit; telling our mutuals I'd end up a whore just like my mother. That was stupid of her, mostly because Troy happened to be walking by. He turned and made a beeline straight to Charlene and decked her; no questions asked. I laughed my ass off when I found out. Wish I could have seen it first hand.

Naturally, Troy got in sooo much trouble. Mainly because he hit a girl. Pretty hypocritical of Jeremiah, but he was a "Do as I say, not as I do," type of parent. So, Troy was grounded for a month. That didn't stop me from sneaking in to the Otto's house every single night though. I'd take him desert and we'd stay up till 3 or 4 in the morning playing cards and board games.

Anyway, after Charlie's service, it was lunch time. I worked the line with my friend Gretchen, scooping globs of mac and cheese onto everyones' trays. Madison and Alicia were approaching, and I heard a community resident giving them a hard time. I felt bad for them, until Alicia said that people should be harassing Troy instead of them. Madison responded, 'I think they would be if they knew what he had done.' I know what Troy did was fucked up. That won't stop me from defending him though. Nothing will. I guess that makes me fucked up too; and I'm fine with that.

Both Madison and Alicia stopped abruptly, making eye contact with me. They realized I was serving, and that I most likely heard what they said. I tried not to let it show that it bothered me, but I know my eyes looked sad.

Gretchen broke the awkward silence with her subtle humor and kind words. Then she invited Alicia to attend one of her "Bible studies" (which was actually just a handful of our friends getting together to drink and smoke pot). There was no hiding Alicia's reluctance, but Madison practically made the decision for her to go. I'm grateful for it, because I need to figure Alicia out. Is she trustworthy? Could I see myself becoming friends with her?

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About 2 hours later...

(Jake's POV)

How am I going to convince Troy that he needs to stay away from the Clarks? Ever since T.E. began he's been harder to control. I need Jaymie's help on this. She's the only person who has more influence on him than I do.

I find the two of them working together on mending one of the crops' fences. Both their faces are plastered with smiles. They kneel, preparing to wrap extra barbed wire around the bottom of a post. I can't make out what they're saying, but Jaymie throws her head back with a vivacious laugh. She nudges Troy with her shoulder, and he retaliates with a playful shove, causing her to topple over. She counterattacks by throwing a handful of dirt at him. They're honestly adorable.

It's a heartwarming sight to watch my brother in normal-human-being mode; and genuinely happy. Jaymie's good for him. Except on occasion she tends to enable his psychotic side. Though I'll admit that many times his semi-sociopathic behavior has been in her defense. He saw nothing wrong with it when he ki- ...never mind. I don't want to think about that. Anyway, the pros still outweigh the cons by a long shot, and they really are a good match. I kind of thought they'd have gotten together by now.

Troy offers Jaymie a hand and pulls her back to a kneeling position. She tries to wipe the dirt off that she threw at him, but she's actually making it worse since her hands are covered in soil. They're still laughing when I reach them.

Troy notices my presence and his smile falters slightly. "The boar's back. Keeps digging up the fence posts to get to the cabbage. Could use an extra pair of hands tracking it tonight."

May as well cut to the chase. "Stay away from Madison and her family."

"They're my friends."

"They came here under my invite. They trust me."

"They came here not to get eaten. I wouldn't flatter yourself."

Jaymie snickers at Troy's response, then looks at me with a grin she tries to suppress.

"Yeah, but they're staying cause I said I'd protect them- from you.

"And how are you going to do that?"

I knew this would be difficult. "Please don't do this, Troy. Please. I'm the one who still believes in you."

"Well I don't need you to anymore."

"Yeah, you do. If the ranch knew what you really are-"

"And what am I Jake?"

I look to Jaymie for an assist, but she's clearly upset with me. She stands and stalks toward me, grabbing my arm to pull me away from the scene. "What the hell would you say that for?!" She scolds me quietly.

"You know he broke in to Madison's cabin and threatened Nick?"

"And you're dumb enough to believe she's not over exaggerating?"

"Do you have any idea what he was doing at the depot? Do you?" Her expression is unreadable. "He was murdering people, Jaymie; timing how long it took them to change."

She sighs. "Yeah, yeah I know."

"Then why are you standing here upset with me?" I don't understand. She's acting like it was no big deal.

There's venom in her response. "Because of what you said to him back there, about what he is. You act like he's some kind of monster, Jake. He's your brother! Why would you say that?!"

I cannot believe what I'm hearing right now. So much for getting Jaymie on my side. I walk passed her and reapproach Troy. "Do you really think you were helping those people out at the depot?"

"I think I was helping all of us."

Alright. This is going nowhere. Let's try a different angle: "Troy, when Dad's gone, this is all on us. We have to take care of this place. We have to lead."

"Together." His tone sounds incredulous.

"Yeah. But I need you to do something for me. I need you to stay away from the Clarks. Do you hear me?"

"Yep. I hear you."

"Do you mean it?"

"I always mean it, Jake."

There's nothing more I can say. I turn to leave, and as I pass Jaymie, I beg her in a commanding tone, "Please help me with this. I need you on my side. Troy needs you on my side. He just doesn't realize it." She narrows her eyes at me with annoyed inquisitivity. "Just, think about it, alright?"

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(Troy's POV)

Jaymie's so pissed off at Jake. She's always got my back. It doesn't matter who it is or what it's about. I know she doesn't agree with everything I've done. She does try and steer me in a different direction sometimes. I don't listen to her as much as I probably should, but whatever I end up doing, she never ever judges me. She's the only one. God, I love that girl... Wait, what?

"You alright?"

"Huh?" I didn't even notice she was by my side again.

"Forget what Jake said."

"Wasn't even thinking about it."

"Good." She gets back to helping me with the barbed wires, in silence, until, "Maybe we should both avoid Nick and Madison. Just for now?"

"Nah, I'm gonna have Nick help out with the boar tonight." I feel her looking at me. "It'll be fine, Jayms."

She considers my words for a moment then nods. "Alright. Well, I gotta get ready for Gretchen's Bible study. I'm gonna try and get to know Alicia; see what I think of her."

I give her a half-hearted smirk. "Have fun with that." I'm just bummed out she's leaving.

"I'll see you later?"

"Yeah. Later, Jayms." I watch her walk away, lost in the thought I had just a minute ago.

SUMMARY: Troy Otto does have feelings you know. He’s in the process of figuring them out; especially when it comes to his childhood friend, Jaymie. Whatever they are, they’re rooted deep; and they’re growing.

WARNINGS: Language

WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know.

PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC

AUTHOR’S NOTE: My plan is to follow along with the events of season 3, but with my OFC involved. I’ll veer off plenty of times and probably switch shit up completely. Not sure yet. We’ll be exploring different characters’ perspectives throughout the series. I’m not great at this writing thing but I try my best. Hope you like it enough. All characters except my OFC don’t belong to me.

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Chapter 5

(Jaymie’s POV)

After the dramatic event of Nick having Troy at gun point, I didn’t want to leave Troy’s side. I mean, we’re normally together a lot anyway, but now I have this innate need to be there to watch his back. I couldn’t handle it if anything bad happened to him.

I’ve been sleeping on the Ottos’ couch; even though Troy and Jake both offered to give their beds up for me- such gentlemen. Neither the boys nor Jeremiah seemed to mind my additional presence one bit- especially Troy. In fact, last night he came back downstairs after his dad and Jake went to bed. He was so damn cute in his black basketball-type night shorts and his High On Fire t-shirt. I was already melting.

“Can I take this bandage off my eye yet?”

“What, you don’t wanna play Pirates of the Caribbean anymore?”

“Smartass.”

I gave a half-suppressed laugh. “So is that what you came down here for?”

He looked at the floor with a smile and shook his head. “No, no I didn’t.” Then he bit his lip just a little as he looked back up at me. “Wanna watch a movie?”

After my stomach flipped like a pancake due to him bringing extra attention to his lips, I perked up like a puppy whose owner had just come home. “Yeah! That’d be great!” It’d be beyond great actually. “And we’ll end your pirate adventure so you can see it better.”

Troy let me choose what movie we’d watch. I’m certain he regretted that, because he groaned when I picked “Warm Bodies.”

“That’s such a chick flick, Jayms.”

“Did you really just use the term ‘chick flick’?” His eyebrows got sarcastic with me. “What? It’s appropriate for the current state of the world. Plus there’s plenty of shooting.” Now he blinked sarcastically. “Hey. You let me pick. You can’t take that back.”

His smile was brilliant when he laughed. “Put it in, dork.”

I put the disc in the player. “You know you just called me a whale’s penis, right?”

“Guess you’re a giant dick then.”

We busted up laughing over that one.

During the previews I took his patch off; although he totally could’ve done that himself.

“How’s it look?”

“Pretty gnarly actually,” and kinda sexy in a fucked up way. The entire brief period I was checking out his eye, I kept glancing down at his lips. That was a mistake; all I could think of now was kissing him.

So, we sat on the couch together, each of us on our own respective cushions, as we watched one of my favorite movies. The scene where R and Julie were running from the bonies had just been on. They were cornered on a balcony. Then R enveloped Julie in his arms and fell backwards into the pool with her. His head hits the bottom and he’s thought to be dead. He kept her safe, just as he had been promising from the beginning.

I started tearing up (that scene gets me every time). I felt Troy staring at me. I met his gaze with a crooked smile to find that he sported one too. We both laughed at me for getting emotional over a film that I’ve seen more than ten times already.

Troy laid his head against the back of the couch, and his mouth formed the most beautiful smile; and then, then he reached out and wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me over to his self and settling me in at his side. My heart skipped like seven beats.

He kept an arm around my shoulders and hypnotized me with his pretty blue eyes. “You know, I haven’t thanked you yet.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You were willing to take a bullet for me.”

Because I love you. Because I don’t want to live without you. Because I can’t live without you… “Keep you safe.” I quoted R with a soft voice.

The softness reflected in his smile. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need-”

“But don’t you ever fucking do something like that again, Jaymie.” Whoa. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. I blinked at him in confusion. His expression relaxed and he turned his face back towards the television. After a short moment he gave me a half smile and then pulled me even closer.

Was this all a dream? Does he have any idea what all this means to me? Is he just being appreciative and comforting, or does he feel the same as I do? He usually is pretty affectionate anyway. This is new though. Either way, I can’t afford to make assumptions. I’m not willing to lose his friendship over my stupid fucking emotions; but he definitely seems different. Why am I so scared to lose him? Would Troy really cut off practically a life-long friendship and stop spending time with me if I misinterpreted his actions? Probably not, but then maybe he wouldn’t do it anymore.

I decided to keep my mouth shut and just basked in the glory of his extra affections. I did manage to get ballsy enough to rest my head on his shoulder. I know it’s a simple gesture, but it took a lot of courage for me to do it. I’m glad I did, because it was then that he rested his cheek on the top of my head. I could’ve died a happy woman in that moment.

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SUMMARY: Troy Otto does have feelings you know. He’s in the process of figuring them out; especially when it comes to his childhood friend, Jaymie. Whatever they are, they’re rooted deep, and they’re growing.

WARNINGS: Language, Warped thoughts, Violence.

WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know.

PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC

AUTHOR’S NOTE: My plan is to follow along with the events of season 3, but with my OFC involved. I’ll veer off plenty of times and probably switch shit up completely. Not sure yet. We’ll be exploring different characters’ POVs throughout the series. I’m not great at this writing thing but I try my best. Hope you like it enough. All characters except my OFC don’t belong to me.

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Chapter 4

(Alicia’s POV)

None of this would’ve happened if Nick hadn’t left us to wander with the dead. Mom was on a mission to find him after that, even though it was clear he didn’t want to be found; but we did- in a new world death camp lead by Troy Otto.

Don’t get me wrong: I’m grateful to be reunited with my brother. I missed him. It’s just that a lot happened while he was gone and, well, it would’ve been nice if he was there for us.

As much as Nick didn’t want to be around the living, it turned out he had joined another community. It honestly hurt. Didn’t he want to be away from people? He got so wrapped up with that group that he even ended up with a girlfriend.

Enough of these thoughts right now. They’re not helping. I should be focusing on the task at hand.

Jake and I are heading to his ranch by foot now. We’ve been carrying Nick’s unconscious girlfriend between us for the past few hours. I’m fucking exhausted. Everything about life is exhausting now. No use in complaining though. At least I’m not in Luciana’s boots. She had been shot and was already in bad shape before the helicopter went down. I’m still shocked the three of us made it. I just hope we make it to the ranch in time. If anything, for Nick’s sake.

Finally, our destination is in sight. A handful of people come to the gate to meet us; either to help or to find out what’s going on. Jake and I carefully lay Luciana down so a red-haired man, who appears to be a medic, can check her vitals.

My thoughts wander again. I’m worried about my mom. How is she going to handle it when she sees Travis isn’t with us? She’s always been so strong; even through all of this mayhem with the dead rising. Will losing him break her? I guess I’m about to find out.

“Mom…”

I am given a quick hug and then I notice her looking down the road, expecting to see Travis lagging behind. “Where is he? Where is Trav?” Realizing he isn’t coming, she asks once more, looking me in the eyes this time. “Where is he?”

“He,” I hate this. “He’s not-” I see it in her eyes. I don’t need to say any more.

“No… No, no…”

“I’m sorry-” I cut myself off. Those words seem so pointless, though I mean them from the bottom of my heart.

Mom doesn’t have time to mourn right now unfortunately. Here comes Nick, sprinting towards the scene. He goes straight to Luciana and kneels at her side. I see fear in his eyes.

“Luci.. Luci, hey.. Hey, it’s Nick. Luci..”

“Not sure she can hear you,” the medic tells him.

“What? What do you mean? Nick panics.

"She’s not going to make it is what he means.” That’s an all too familiar voice- Troy fucking Otto.

“Help her!” Nick shouldn’t even have to say that. They should be on it already.

“No. We take her to the infirmary, she may turn. It’s against policy.” I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now. Why is this even up for debate? Luciana is still alive!

“It’s your fault! You shot her!” Despite the fire in his voice, Nick sounds scared and helpless.

“I was defending my people. I’ll do it again.” Troy walks over to Luci while pulling out his pistol. “I know what to do.”

“No no no no.” Nick stands and puts himself between Troy and Luciana.

“This is how it has to be.” Troy nonchalantly pushes Nick to the side. I can’t believe what’s unfolding in front of my eyes. Nothing feels real anymore. Why isn’t anybody doing any-

“Troy!” A girl about my age approaches the scene, interrupting the tension. She gets close to Troy, and looking up at him with pleading eyes, she speaks quietly as if only to address him; though she can faintly be heard anyway. “This is one of those scenarios we talked about, ok? Do the right thing.”

Troy mirrors her volume. “I am, Jaymie. I’m keeping you safe. I have to keep you- and everyone here, safe.”

“But she could pull through, Troy. You know this isn’t right. We should give her a chance.”

“She’s not worth the risk.”

“What if, what if it was me laying there?”

The way he looked into her eyes was so intense. He went quiet; her words sinking in. After a brief moment though he swallowed hard and shook his head slightly.

“It isn’t.” Then Troy addresses Nick again. “Come on, out of the way. Move aside.” He fails to heed the direction of this Jaymie girl. She looks more disappointed now than concerned for Luci’s life as she was just moments ago.

Troy advances on his target.

“I’ll do it.” I barely heard him, but Nick said it twice. “I’ll do it. I’m allowed this.”

Troy contemplates Nick’s words. He continues to stare down at the dying girl, his pistol ready to fire. I was stunned when he actually agreed.

“Troy wait-” Jaymie doesn’t trust my brother. The transaction is already in progress though. Troy released the hammer of the gun and passed it over. Nick was now the one pointing the weapon at his girlfriend. There’s no way he’ll do this. I bet he’s-

His arm raises, aiming the pistol directly at Troy’s face. I knew it. The crowd reacts in gasps as a few others draw their own guns.

Jaymie doesn’t hesitate to step in front of Troy. “Nick, please! Please don’t do this!” Troy gently but hurriedly pushes Jaymie to the side and gives her a stern look. Her expression is one of utter desperation. “Nick, put the fucking gun down!” Tears form in her eyes. It’s hard to believe someone actually cares this much about the guy.

“Let her in,” Nick demands.

Jake has his own pistol trained on my brother. “Nick, this is not how we do things here.”

Nick stares Troy dead in the eye, then changes his aim, putting Jaymie in the line of fire.

The color in Troy’s face drains and his entire body language changes. He certainly didn’t seem all that phased when the pistol was pointed at his self. “Whoa, hey, Nick, this is between you and me. So you keep that thing aimed at me, alright?”

Nick doesn’t move it. “I said let her in.”

With his unpatched eye trained on my brother’s trigger finger, Troy cautiously reaches over to Jaymie, hoping like hell Nick won’t pull the trigger. He guides the girl behind his body, shielding her. She is clearly against the idea, as she shows restraint, but Troy’s grip on her is persistent. Unsure of what else to do, Jaymie wraps her arms around him, splaying one hand over his heart and the other on his stomach, like an instinct to protect his vitals, perhaps? Of course it would do no good since Nick is aiming for Troy’s head anyway; that and her hands aren’t going to stop a damn bullet. She doesn’t seem that stupid, so maybe she’s just grasping at straws.

“Nick, please. I’m begging you!” Jaymie’s voice cracks as a tear runs down her cheek. “Don’t do this!”

“Put the gun down, Nick.” Mom’s voice chimes in.

“Not this time.”

More tears run down Jaymie’s face upon hearing Nick’s words. She attempts to hold in her sobs. If I’m being honest here, her reactions are breaking my heart. I actually feel bad for her. Too bad it’s Troy she’s defending.

“Do what your mommy says.” Troy provokes Nick, who takes another couple angry steps towards him. Jaymie’s hold on Troy tightens as she lets out a yelp.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Jeremiah steps between Troy and my brother. “Nick, Nick, easy there. Let, let me have the pistol, son.”

It’s Nick’s turn to have a broken voice. “You can’t let her die.”

Jeremiah’s voice is soothing. “If she’s got a pulse, we’ll let her in; but you got to give me the gun.”

“Do it, Nick. Give him the gun,” our mom encourages.

Nick reluctantly disengages the hammer and hands the gun over to Jeremiah. I look over at Jaymie to watch her let out the breath she had been holding, and the remainder of her tears fall. She rests her cheek against Troy’s back, and moves her arms to wrap around him completely. He affectionately places his own hands on top of hers.

“Get her to the infirmary, and secure her before you treat her.” Jeremiah gives the commands concerning Luci. “Everybody, that’s enough fun. The show’s over. Go back to what you were doing.” At last, the crowd disperses.

“Everything’s alright, Jayms.” I hear Troy calming Jaymie as he turns around, interrupting their embrace. He then puts his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, and guides her through the gate.

I have a feeling we’ll be staying here awhile. Maybe befriending this Jaymie girl would be in our best interests. If anything, we could probably find out some useful information from her. I suppose I should wait for some of the emotional distress that my brother is responsible for to dissipate though. She was obviously terrified for Troy’s life. What a sweet, foolish girl.

Welcome to my new mini-series!

Daryl Dixon x Reader

*Summary:  It’s Daryl Dixon’s 18th birthday and he can’t stop his brother from dragging him to the strip club, one of Merle’s favourite places, to celebrate. There’s a new singer there, a girl with a beautiful voice and a beautiful smile, even Daryl can see it. Little does he know, he’s going to meet her again at the woods soon. This was a request but it got out of hand.

Daryl’s POV. Teen Daryl.Pre-apocalypse. Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst

3341 words.

Chapters: 1/8

Link to masterlist is in the info of this blog.

I know this story is different because it’s pre-apocalypse, it has teen Daryl, and it’s all from Daryl’s pov…but I’m excited about it and I hope you all will like it too, please let me know your thoughts. By the way, I didn’t come up with the idea of the song that the reader sang, it came for the request, it was a nice choice!

***I’ve been reblogging a lot of young Norman pics to get in the mood for teen Daryl, if you want to check it! Some of them are really how I imagine him in this story: https://twdeadfanfic.tumblr.com/tagged/tftbym ***

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It didn’t take long for Daryl to regret having let Merle drag him to the strip club. It wasn’t the first time he tried, but this time Daryl hadn’t managed to get away from it, with Merle saying it was his 18th birthday present and what not, literally dragging him to the club. 

So there he was now, with his brother and Merle’s group of friends, feeling as out of place and awkward as ever, surrounded by half-naked girls and men hollering at them to take more clothes off, and honestly, he didn’t see the point.  

He didn’t like his brother’s friends, he wasn’t interested in getting high like they did almost every night. He had never been tempted,  seeing how the drugs made Merle a mean, bigger asshole, out of control, getting into even more trouble. He wasn’t interested in paying girls so they’d take their clothes off or seeing them naked either, if only it made him more uncomfortable. 

“Come on, baby bro!” Merle’s voice was so loud Daryl was sure he could be heard in the whole club, not that it was big to begin with, and Daryl cringed, shrinking into his seat. “That one has her eyes on you!” Daryl scoffed, rolling his eyes, but he glanced to the half-naked girl for a second before dropping his gaze to the ground again, making Merle guffaw as he shoved a bill into the dancer’s underwear. “Booze’s on me too!” 

Daryl swallowed the drink that Merle passed him in one go, hoping he’d get wasted soon and it’d made it easier to deal with Merle and his friends, but it only made his headache go worse. 

At some point, the music changed and Merle elbowed him. “That’s the new girl! She’s been here for a month or so. You gotta see that ass!” Merle laughed and Daryl looked up from the floor and to the stage in time to see a girl stopping in front of a microphone. She wasn’t half naked like the others but wearing a tight, deep red, sequin dress. “She’s super hot, isn’t she?” Daryl shrugged but nodded, he supposed she was beautiful.  

“Wait until she takes off the dress” Merle let out a big laugh. “You’re wearing too much clothes sweetheart!” He hollered at the girl, unnecessary loud considering they were as close as possible to the stage, and Daryl tried to make himself as small as possible on his seat again. 

The girl just winked at his brother, and then she began singing.