So ya got hilltop and Oceanside, and Alexandria and *had* the kingdom.

Well I introduce:

“The Treetops”

A community that went up to escape the dead below. They live in the trees that surround the communities. They know of alpha and the whisperers. But I mean they hide pretty well in the trees. And can’t really get to there community unless you know where to go to find the starting way to the community.

It’s all connecting tree houses, and the community is very well versed in bows and slingshots.

*random Oc info from my random brain*

The leader, nicknamed Nee, has paralyzed vocal chords so she can’t actually speak, her and her community communicates through her grunting and vague hand signs. She lost her ability to speak like a few weeks before the world went to shit. She was 14 when the world went to shit and now at 23-24 *screw time jump things makes aging characters harder then it has to be* she is a leader, hardened and strong.

Judith is the first one to catch one of the treetop members, they snuck into hilltop to steal some supplies, and well, as much as stealth is there thing, screw ups happen.

Daryl gets the kidnapped one to explain where they are from and thus, they lead them back to the opening trackway to get into treetop.

Daryl meets Nee, and is very much at bunch of kids run a whole world in the trees’ and they make a deal to join up with the communities, and stop alpha.

Connie and the leader, Nee, get along seemingly right from the jump, kind of just understanding each other.

Daryl and Nee get along and she shows him weak spots in alphas camps, and they have a thing, romantic or not is unknown in my head currently.

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season 5

Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, age gape

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

AU: Sorry for the delay, currently looking for an apartment

Chapter 12

Oh god.

The moment our lips met sparks shot down my spine, brining Goosebumps up on my arms.

Oh God I’m kissing Daryl

It was soft at first. A little awkward in the usual Dixon fashion, like he didn’t know where to put his hands. But the second I moved my hand to cup his face it was like a switch had flipped inside of him. His unsure, sweet movements changed into something rough, and animalistic … and I fucking loved it.

He gripped my waist and dragged me onto his lap so I was straddling him, and my arms instinctually wrapped around his neck, pulling the kiss in closer. I felt his hand travel up under my shirt and sliding his hand along my back, while his other hand gripped my hip, pushing my down further into him.

God this is making me feeling something different. Normally when I would get with a boy it was fine, it was nice, it … it did the job.

But this

This was different.

I felt like there was a balloon blowing in my chest, and any second now it was gonna pop, just in a good way. It made me want to jump off of him and run around dancing and at the same time grab Daryl and never let go. I get what the mean now when people say “it just felt right”.

Not to mention, the way he’s kissing down my neck right now it making me a lot wetter than it should, and making me gasp a lot louder then I should.

I balled my hands full of his hair, rocking my hips agents his. Both our movements continued at an animalistic pace until I pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me bare bested. Daryl gave me what I can only assume was a cheeky look for the Dixons before venturing down between my breasts. Once reach a sensitive spot in between my tits a moan- well more of a soft whimper- was pulled from my throat, and suddenly Daryl froze.

I looked down confused, his eyes were wide, and staring through my chest and his breaths were heavy and deep. Oh no. “Daryl?”

Daryl ignored me. He sat back, I tried to pull him up for another kiss, maybe this was just nerves. The breath was knocked out of me once he pushed me away onto my back, and him darting up walking away from me. I stared in shock. What the. Actual. Fuck?

He stood pinching his brow with his forefinger and thumb with his back to me. Holy shit what did I do? I tried calling him again to no avail. It felt like a rock was dropped in the pit of my stomach. I stood and tried to reach out and put a hand on my shoulder but he flinched back

“We shouldn’t have done that”

He still wouldn’t look at me. Dread shrunk my shoulders, selfish as it may be I just didn’t want that to end, I had kinda always hopped it would have eventually led to there, and now that I know it’s over is just

“What do you mean?” I tried to distract myself to the sickening feeling of rejection that was beginning to sink in. I grabbed my shirt from the corner on the room to try and cover myself, and when I turned to wait for his answer, he was gone.

What. The. Fuck

 I didn’t sleep well that night, Cain’s feeding schedule was well into a full night of sleep, but every time I closed my eyes I could feel his arm on my back, pulling me closer. Oh God I’m so stupid.

He probably thought of me as some kind of segregate daughter or sister and I had been secretly (even to myself it seems) perving on him. I think I may have just ruined our relationship, or even a chance at a romantic one.  Sweet Jesus I’m asking for a little guidance here, this is just too embarrassing to talk to Maggie or Denise about. Denise would go mental and I’ve a snaking suspicion that Maggie would be extremely grossed out and never look at me the same.

Of course which I don’t blame her for, I did make out with a guy like more than twice my age. I just thought that maybe age didn’t really matter because, oh I dunno, It’s the end of the fucking world.

At that thought tossed around in the bed sheets in a huff. Suddenly I felt angry, what the fuck is wrong with him? Not to sound extremely up my own ass but I know I’m attractive, my identical fucking twin was Miss West-Virgina for fucks sake that must mean I’ve something going for me?! Even not I’ve a big rack (though during this day and age it isn’t exactly a blessing)

The sound of two pairs of heavy booths woke me from my (slightly woe filled and agitated) slumber. Thankfully I would have the house to myself for the day to ignore a certain person.

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season 5

Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, age gape

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

Chapter 13

 Luckily both Daryl and Carol were gone for a few days, and when they were back they were calling to Rick’s house for some “important discussions” about a new group they had found, so I had a few days for all the emotions to calm down in the old noggin.

I had decided to be mature, and to just to pretend that it never happened. It seemed like a pretty reasonable thing to do to me. Daryl, unfortunately, couldn’t seem to hack it. Normally we would have a game of cards at night, see each other just as dawn was rising, and joke around during the day. But this all had to change, because someone had to be a big baby and not ignore their emotions.

Whenever he saw me he would tense up, tighten his jaw, awkwardly cough, and nearly fall over his own feet trying to get out of the room. It was awful, I felt like he hated me.

Stupid Motherfucker.

If he was gonna kiss me he could at least look at me in the eye the next day. Normally this wouldn’t bother me, but then again, normally I would be the one ignoring the other person. And let me tell you I am not a fan of my own medicine.

Listen, I wasn’t a slut per-say, bit I was well experience (this is a fancy way of saying I was a massive slut before all the boys I knew started coming back as the undead)

So, I spent my days, ignoring the fact I was being ignored, and then ignoring the fact that Carol knew I was ignoring the fact that I was being ignored. But thank God she hadn’t said anything because honestly I think I would drop dead of embarrassment if I ever heard about it again.

It hurt though, and not wanting to advertise my embarrassment I didn’t tell anyone. And Maggie and Glenn were with the delegated important people committee so I couldn’t talk to them. I think Carl is getting suspicious though, he came over for advice about Enid and kept pushing to know why I was in a stinker of a mood.

It all kinda blew up after a meeting in the church about the new group. It had been two days and I was getting a bit fed up with the awkward glances and shuffling feet.

I wanted the house to feel normal again, I wanted us to be normal again.

I was sitting near the back trying to keep Cain quiet while chatting to a few people waiting for Rick to start the meeting. And Daryl comes waltzing in dressed like a red necked God. His eyes met mine for just a spit second before looking away, but long enough to stop my heart and to knock the wind out of me. I know it was only a look, but it felt like it burnt right through my skin, into my soul, leaving a burned black mark. It made me feel dirty.

I didn’t see Daryl for the rest of the day

 **

 Carol came in first, I was making a stew to feed all of us, and hopefully the soft veg would be a good way to introduce softer foods to Cain. She was covered in blood, and it barley took me a second to realize just how shaken she was. At first she ignored me calling her, until Cain have a small whine, and her head snapped in our direction. Her eyes gave her away, she was staring at Cain with such intensity I thought he was going to burst into flames. There was only one word for it

Terror.

 And my face probably reflected the same. I grabbed some water and held it out to her “What happe-“I could barely finish before the woman let out a strangled sob. I nearly threw the glass on the table to catch her after her knees gave out. I didn’t even know how to react. Carol who was always so strong had finally snapped. Something bad must have happened. So I sat there, cradling Carol for god knows how long while she screamed.

 I put Carol to bed, and fixed her some food. She asked if I would leave the baby with her, which I was a tad hesitant about but figured she could use something to focus on. When I came down I saw the man himself. Also in blood and grime. I was never the maternal type, ever. I was always the one looked after, but it seems the past few weeks all I’ve been doing is comforting people.

Daryl stood awkwardly, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quit find the words “Any cuts need stiching ?” I asked, leaving agents the counter. He mumbled something under his breath but put his bow down.

He mumbled, but it was a start.

I bit my cheek as he shook his vest off and lifted his shirt to reveal a sharp gash on his side. Probably needed one stich, if even. Before I knew it Nurse Nina had taken over, and it was sanitised and wrapped before you could say “Awkward encounter trying to figure out what happened the other night”

I could feel Daryl staring at me, and worse I could feel myself allowing my fingers to linger on his side. Daryl cleared his throat “The other night” He huffed out. “It was a mistake”. I closed my eyes. It felt like a stone had dropped in my stomach, and I suddenly felt cold.

He didn’t want me to kiss him. God I feel like such an idiot. Of course he didn’t want me to kiss him, he probably saw me like a niece, shit maybe even a daughter. And now I’ve lost my only close friend. I had Maggie and Glenn, sometimes Carl for sure, but they weren’t Daryl. Now Daryl was gone.

“Don’t worry, you made that clear” I said, stepping as far away from him as I could. I turned, trying to hide the tears that welled up in my eyes. “Just change the bandage yourself after your shower”

And I walked upstairs, ready to let all the dread and regret and dumbass shit sink in.