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Killer Within

Words: 1,123

Daryl Dixon x Rick Grimes Sibling (implied) 

Fluffy, Hurt/Comfort

Prison Era , 3x4 Aftermath

Whatever this unspoken thing between you and Daryl was, it didn't matter, it was important to you and frankly, it was the only thing keeping your head above water. 

❤︎⁠

There was a short set of stairs that led out of the cell block, it was the perfect place for a smoke. The short time you’d been at the prison, it’d become a place both you and Daryl would frequent.  Tonight though you hoped maybe he wouldn’t come, you wanted some alone time, or did you. 

Little ass kicker, as Daryl called her, had finally come into the world but at no spare of expense to you and your family. Lori was gone and Rick was on the fritz, the worst part was that you had nothing to say to their son Carl. For God’s sake, you couldn’t even look at baby Judith, let alone hold her, and it made it worse that Daryl could. 

Watching his face soften while holding her in his strong arms, so delicately, it drove you crazy for so many reasons. In any other scenario, in any other world you would’ve been sure you’d get over it eventually. But not in this world, not this timeline, it all felt so definite, all the pain. 

So, you’d escaped outside and sat on the stairs where you lit up your first of what would probably be many cigarettes, and before long you began to cry. It wasn’t a good cry, there wasn’t much that could come out. You’d grown so numb after living in a world like this, but the loss was still real and you’d have to mourn it like one.

Just as the first few tears fell, you heard the door creak open behind you. You wiped the tears gently from your own face with your free hand, in no hurry to make a scene. You already knew who it was, you could sense his presence. You watched his shadow cross the wall across from you before he sat down at your side. You looked at him, trying subtly to hide your tear stained face behind your hair. 

Daryl knew you’d been crying but he wouldn’t dare mention it, he knew better than to do that to you. He knew better because he paid attention to you, too much attention he sometimes thought. 

“Hey” he said softly 

“Hey.” you replied

You let the silence fall between you, offering Daryl the pack of cigarettes. His hand brushed yours as he took it from you, in that brief moment it felt like your humanity was restored. You’d always forgotten how important it was just to be with people. Of course your first reaction to something difficult being to self isolate. Daryl knew that, besides, he was the same way. 

Your sudden awareness of your ignorance to just how much Daryl Dixon paid attention to your behavior made you roll your eyes silently, and then smile. 

“You alright?” He asked, you could tell he was dying to ask. 

You looked over at him with a blank face, unsure of how to answer him, honestly or sugarcoated. You knew what Daryl would prefer but you weren’t quite in the mood for vulnerability. 

“Yeah” you replied faintly, before turning your head away from him again. 

“You were close.” He stated.

It took you a moment to realize he was referring to you and Lori. It made your heart sink and melt at the same time. Maybe you hadn’t expected Daryl to care enough to ask. 

“We were.” You said in defeat. 

Silence fell between you again and Daryl could tell you were already exhausted by the conversation. But he wanted so badly to get to the bottom of this, to stop you from spiraling. Daryl knew all too well what it felt like to lose someone, a sibling too. 

“He’s gonna be just fine...your brother.” He said. You could feel his eyes barring a hole into the side of your face as you continued to look ahead at the yard. 

“I can’t even hold her.” You said, almost in a whisper, the shame and disbelief apparent in your voice. 

It took Daryl a moment to understand. Then he took the last puff of his cigarette before putting it out. He wanted to approach this as delicately as possible, but he didn’t exactly know how.

“You got no reason to feel bad. You need time…so does Rick.” 

You looked at him suddenly, with a little annoyance but then with consideration. You swore everytime Daryl was nice to you it felt like he was joking. Your face softened as you reasoned with yourself, and here you thought Daryl was the one with his walls up. You smiled slightly, not able to conjure anything in response. 

You put out your cigarette with the bottom of your boot and settled your head against your arms, wrapped around your knees. Moments passed as you took in the silence and the chilled night air on your face, you began to relax into yourself. Daryl's presence of course being the main source of your comfort. It was starting to worry you, the amount you relied on him. 

Eventually you spoke, “This might be the only way I sleep.” You said jokingly. 

You heard Daryl put out the last of his cigarette and after a long pause, “Let me help” He said. You could tell by the tone of his voice, he wasn’t asking. 

You looked back to see him motioning for you to come closer. You didn’t give it much thought before leaning back into his arms. Carefully you settled into him, your head meeting the inside of his shoulder first. You both adjusted your bodies to come closer together and Daryl wrapped his arm around you. 

The moment you were settled, neither of you dared move. For the first few moments the tension was palpable, but as you both relaxed you began to melt into each other. There was that silent understanding between the two of you and you sat there comfortably for a while together. 

“Fall asleep, I'll have to carry you inside” Daryl said jokingly, though it almost sounded like he was suggesting it. 

“In your dreams.” You said with a smile that Daryl could almost hear. 

He pulled you closer, and you tried to soak in the momentary peace you felt. With Daryl your troubles seemed so far away, so you relaxed, closing your eyes. 

❤︎⁠

Light poured over your face and you awoke, realizing where you were. I guess Daryl was right, he had carried you to your cell afterall. That was the first thing you’d thought of this morning, not about your troubles but about Daryl. That’s when you knew you were in trouble. 

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Storms

Words: 878

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Fluff/Comfort

Season 2

Daryl was in okay shape despite being shot in the face by Andrea. I had no reason to but I went into the guest room to check on him. I was certain there was no world in which Daryl wanted me or anybody just “hanging out”. But I couldn’t help it, something in me was drawn to him.

Daryl laid in bed half covered by the sheet. The scars on his skin were exposed despite his effort to conceal them. Hard to do without a shirt.

I checked to see if he needed anything. Not many words were spoken between us and I thought I might have been lingering in the room too long. I stalled by walking towards one of the windows. Intrigued by deep blue storm clouds rolling in over the last of the sun.

I tensed as I stared out the window. I really did love the rain, loved to stand under it and dance in it, but storms, not so much. A clap of thunder shook the old windows and my shoulders hardened. I tried not to move or show any more fear. I didn’t want Daryl Dixon of all people to think I was scared of storms, not before and especially not now.

As I slowly turned away from the window I watched the words spill from his mouth. “You scared of storms?” He asked. It was almost silent, polite. Said soft enough that I didn’t feel the need to immediately become defensive.

I just looked at him and sort of laughed. “What’s it to you?” I asked sarcastically with a slight smile on my face. At that moment it just felt good that we were making conversation. I wanted so badly to be on his good side for some reason.

Daryl smiled slightly back at me “And here I thought you were some badass.” The smile on my own face grew wider as I looked down at the floor feigning embarrassment. I took in his words trying to decipher them a million times over. Did he really mean that? Or was he just trying to be nice. Even worse, was he just making fun?

“Right” I said sarcastically. He couldn’t know that his comment would be swimming around my head for the rest of the night.

I crossed to his side of the room, making my way towards the door. I’d almost crossed the threshold into the hallway when he spoke “Should stay inside, it’s gonna be a good one.” He was serious, his voice had its usual gruffness to it but he looked up at me from his place on the mattress with sincere eyes.

I gripped the door frame as I contemplated his words. I awkwardly scanned the room, almost looking for something to say. I met his eyes as I spoke “are you offering or asking?”

“I’m tellin.” He said

I was almost relieved by his response, but still a little confused. I’d never wanted to cross any lines with Daryl, it was too intimidating. Mostly because I wanted his respect so badly. Before I could over analyze the conversation he spoke again. “You can have that side” he said slowly, swinging his head to his right.

I felt my breath catch, this was the nicest moment I’d shared with Daryl. Or maybe the most intimate. “Fine” I whispered, making my way to the right side of the bed.

No coincidence he was closest to the door, I thought. A natural protector, how could you not be drawn into him.

I sat thoughtfully on the side of the bed for a moment while I untied my boots. I could feel Daryl’s eyes on me, I hoped he wasn’t regretting his decision.

I rolled into bed before Daryl, who was now facing away from me, turned off the lamp. Time passed as the storm raged on outside. My anxiety now was less about the storm and more about the man next to me. You could’ve cut the tension between us with a knife. It was almost as if we both had something to say that we never would.

I tried to shut my eyes but I was truly kidding myself. I was wide awake but trying not to make it apparent.

Despite my efforts it seemed like Daryl had noticed. He turned on his back, tilting his head to look at me.

There was something comforting about his presence, like I knew I was safe. Not just because of his sheer size or strength. I’d seen his ability to fight and take down walkers, but it wasn’t that. It was the subtle softness, the humanity left in him that made him feel safe. Like I knew he used his strength for good.

The well timed thunder raged again against the farmhouses old windows. Daryl sighed, still looking at me. A light smile was shared before I felt our hands brush together. I looked down, pausing for a moment. Daryl’s pinky lightly inched over the back of my hand before our hands suddenly clasped together.

Daryl’s hand was warm and I felt…safe. I was right where I’d wanted to be. I looked up at him unsure, but I was met with a smile. The interaction was foreign but we both relaxed into each others subtle touch.