Yadaryl

“I’ll talk to you later, Maggie.” I told my sister, walking towards the door into my apartment building.

“Call me when you get home tomorrow!”She hollered at me. I glanced back at her and rolled my eyes. “Roll your eyes all you want, Beth! You know I worry about you here in the city by yourself.” She yelled through the window of her car.

Laughing, I turned to her fully. “I’m not alone! I’ve got

Ricks hospital room 450 VS Beth waking up in her hospital room in 504. Just flip the 4 to the end in 450 and you get 504.

Beth’s clock in her hospital room at one stage points to the end of 9 (as in season 9) and the very next shot, we then see her bang on her door and yell “hey hello hello” trying to get anyone to hear her.

VS

End of season 9:16 (end of season 9 just before 10)

Angela Kang interview confirmed what was said over the radio

Now I’m not saying its Beth on the radio in 9:16 but it is a repeat of Beth banging on the door and trying to be heard.

It’s not long after that her locked 🔒 door is opened.

Summer of Bethyl 2018

July 23-Day Two: “Calm”

I would really love to see Daryl and Beth get the opportunity to have some apocalypse happily ever after moments…the simple joys in life that make all the fighting worth it. If people aren’t fighting to have moments like this, why do they even keep breathing… 

I titled this one “…And Summer Picnics”

Daryl Dixon x Reader | 18+ Only | Smut Warning | NSFW

Black Leather Jacketz’ Writing Challenge: Amnesia Prompt and “You make me feel… things.” @blackleatherjacketz   #blackleatherjacketzwritingchallenge

Combining challenge prompt with a request: Daryl and the reader are together and everything is going great then that flu hits and the reader gets really sick, so Daryl goes on his run, but the reader is getting worse and worse every hour, she is the worst one there, when Daryl gets back and brings the medicine he sees the look on Hershel’s face and without even thinking Daryl rushes in to see her and she’s unconscious, she’s really pale, sweating and has blood over her from coughing up blood, and Hershel’s gets the medicine in her and Daryl sits there with her, but she isn’t waking up and people are getting worried about her, and on the third day Daryl’s holding her hand and his head is resting on her stomach and he’s fallen asleep, when she wakes up she sees Daryl asleep and brushes her hand through his hair and wakes him up and he is so relieved that she’s okay, and when she’s a bit stronger he takes her  a walk outside to get some air, and he’s holding on to her and she stumbles a few and he’s really protective of her and things get really fluffy xxxxI am sooooo SORRY for the length of this!!! If it’s too long you don’t have to do it, it’s fine!! Xx ❤❤❤

Summary: The reader gets hit with the fever that hits the prison. Daryl has to go find her some medicine to save her life. Once the fever breaks and she wakes up she doesn’t remember Daryl or anything since right before she met him months ago. Hershel instructs Daryl to take care of her and fill in the blanks as her memory slowly returns. Daryl’s deep love for the reader is very evident and as her memory slowly comes back she falls in love with him all over again. Ends in loving, sweet, smut. 

A/N: When researching Amnesia I noticed high fever for a long period of time is one of the ways people can get Amnesia. So, this is the way she gets it because it fits perfectly with this request. So, I hope you enjoy! :)

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“Her fever is spiking, help me get her to the bed,” Hershel said.

Daryl looked over at him with scared eyes and nodded, picking you up in his arms and bringing you over to the cot in the small office that was used as sickbay.

He stepped back and watched as Hershel walked over on his crutches and put his hand to your forehead.

“Is she gonna be alright, Doc?” he asked his entire body filled with dread at the possibility of losing you.

Hershel looked over at him with worried eyes and replied, “Not if we don’t get her some antibiotics and fast.”

Daryl nodded, looking down at you as you tossed your head back and forth, moaning incoherently in your disturbed sleep.

“What do I need?” Daryl asked Hershel.

“Amoxicillin, doxycycline, clindamycin… Anything with cin or illin at the end of it,” Hershel instructed.

Daryl grabbed a piece of paper on the nearby desk and a pen, writing it down and tucking it into the inner pocket of his vest.

“I’ll head out right now,” he said staring over at you with fearful, worried, eyes.

Hershel laid a hand on his shoulder, forcing Daryl’s eyes back to his and said, “Hurry. I’ll make sure she’s comfortable until you get back.”

Daryl nodded to him and replied, “Thanks, Doc.”

He walked over to you and leaned down to kiss your forehead before whispering into your ear, “I’ll be back, Y/N. I’m gonna make sure you get better. Don’t go dying on me… I love you too damn much.” He kissed you on the forehead again, closing his eyes with a pained expression on his face as he fought back tears. He forced his lips off of you and forced his body to move, despite every cell in his being aching to stay by your side. He couldn’t, he had to get you well.

He nodded one last time to Hershel in thanks and then walked out of the office. He went to his cell, grabbed his crossbow, and headed out to find you the medicine you needed to survive. While he rode to the nearest town, he couldn’t help but recall every single memory of the two of you. You two had met in the woods after the farm had burned down. He had found you fighting off a couple of zombies. He helped you kill them, and you called him your knight in shining armor. You smiled at him for the very first time and he remembered the feeling of his heart stopping at the sight.

From then on you two were pretty inseparable. Daryl remembered thinking you would never be interested in more than a friendship from some nothing like him. But, to his surprise, one night in one of the abandoned houses you were all squatting in you told him he was clueless and then pressed your lips to his. That was your first of so many loving kisses. You couldn’t seem to keep your hands off each other after that first kiss, you both wanted each other so badly. But being on the run had made that difficult. When you found the prison you two finally had the privacy to explore each other in every way you had ached for for months.

Your first time together was sweet and slow. Daryl loved making sure you were taken care of in every way, including in the bedroom. He loved kissing on you and making you moan for him. You were the sweetest peach he had ever tasted and you two were entangled in the sheets every chance you had gotten since then. When the flu hit it hit hard and you were already fighting a cold. Daryl was worried this would happen and apparently, his fears weren’t unfounded. This damn world was ruthless, and he wasn’t about to let it take you too. He needed you. You were his everything.

Summary: Your life as a zombie apocalypse survivor. It starts with the Reader settling into the camp at the quarry, before s1 and then follows the show events and storyline, more or less, but with the Reader in it.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, violence, language.

Author’s note: Sixth part of my first twd fanfic, I’ve been itching to write something like this for a long while and I write it for fun, I don’t claim to be a writer so if you find you dislike this fic, please be kind and just stop reading. English’s not my first language so maybe there’re some mistakes, I apologize in advance. For the same reason, I can’t write character’s accents and things like that. At any rate, I hope you enjoy it. There’d be several parts to this.

Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6

Next morning the search for Sophia continued after Daryl informed Rick and Shane of his idea of going alone, and you split groups to search through the places Daryl and Rick believed to be your best chances.

You were with Andrea and T-Dog, glad you were still on the search even if it wasn’t with Daryl. You were feeling better and you felt a bit silly you’d reacted like that to him telling you he’d go alone, like if it had meant you were totally pushed off the search because you weren’t good enough.

You guessed you’d been going through lots of emotions and even the smallest things triggered you now sometimes.

You tried your hardest but went back to the farm without any trace of Sophia, same like Shane and Rick. Daryl wasn’t back yet, he’d more ground to explore, and you could just hope he’d have better luck than all you.

There wasn’t much to do besides waiting for Daryl, so Shane decided it was time to start your shoot training. You all drove to the place he had decided was the best and started with the basics, how to hold the gun, charge, and everything you might need before starting shooting at your targets.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Summary: The Reader gets taken to the cell in Alexandria for questioning by Rick and Michonne. Daryl doesn’t leave her side. He spends the night in the cell with her and asks her to marry him. Meanwhile, Rick and the group need assurances from the reader to stay in Alexandria, regarding Negan, that she might not be able to pull off. 

(Back to requests for now, but part 6 will entail telling Negan about the engagement and asking for his help dealing with Alexandria. There will also be confrontation between Maggie, Rosita, and the reader at some point. Enjoy!)

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You awoke the next morning to voices downstairs. You looked down and realized you were still naked. You got up and threw on your clothes. You walked over to the stairs and leaned against the wall, hoping to listen without being caught.

“The point is, Daryl we still don’t know… What her motives are… What else could be behind this.” Michonne said, pacing in front of Daryl who sat on the couch with his hands in his lap.

Daryl stood up and got in her face.

“It ain’t like that!” He shouted with anger in his voice.

Rick came over to Daryl and put his hand on his friend’s shoulder, forcing Daryl’s angry eyes to his.

“I know that’s what you think, Daryl. And you know I trust you.” Rick said.

Rick leaned in and cocked his head to make his point stronger.

“But, we gotta protect our own. And after everything Negan did…” Rick paused with a pained wince in his eye.

“We just have to know for sure. That’s all.” Rick said, shaking Daryl’s shoulder for emphasis.

Daryl glared him down and didn’t say anything. His hair covered his eyes as he glared Rick down, feeling an animalistic instinct to push him away.

“Come on, Daryl. Can you blame us?” Michonne’s voice came through again.

Daryl looked over at her compassionate, yet, hard eyes. He thought back to that horrible night when he had watched two of his friends die brutally at the hands of Negan. He flinched a little and brought his eyes to Michonne’s again.

He shook his head.

“I guess not.” He said, in a low growl.

Rick dropped his hand and stepped back, returning shoulder to shoulder with Michonne. He put his hands on his hips and nodded, a weight lifting once he got Daryl to see their side of things.

Daryl paced around, putting his hands on his hips. He paced a few times until he paused and looked back at them.

“So, what’s the plan?” He asked, dreading to hear it.

“We just need to ask her some questions.” Rick told him.

Daryl nodded and licked his lips.

“’Okay.” He said, nodding.

“But, we need her in the jailcell, Daryl.” He said, hesitantly looking into his eyes.

Daryl’s fist clenched and his jaw tightened.

“No, fucking way! Ya ain’t gonna lock her up! She’s done nothin’ wrong!” He shouted, angry running through his veins.

Rick backed away with his hands in the air.

“It’s as much for her safety as it is ours.” He said.

Daryl side eyed him.

Rick titled his head further towards the floor.

“Think about it, Daryl. Do you really want her to come face to face with Rosita or Maggie right now?” He asked.

Daryl looked down with shame in his eyes and shook his head, ‘no.’

“They have a right to ask their questions too.” He said.

Daryl’s world was spinning. He was caught in between two warring worlds, when all he wanted was for you and him to be able to live together in peace. This was all such a mess and he had told you he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you. If he went back on that now you would always question his word. But, at the same time this was the group you swore to protect and the people you swore to help recover from Negan’s blood bath.

“I’ll go.” You said, startling everyone as you made your presence known.

You folded your arms in resolve, looking over at Rick and Daryl.

Daryl looked over at you with pained eyes.

“Ya don’t have to, Y/N. I could bring ya home or-” Daryl started, but you cut him off.

“I said I’d do whatever it takes, Daryl. If this is what it takes, I’ll do it.” You said to him.

“So, what are you going to cuff me too?” You asked your tone a little harsh as you looked over at Rick.