A/N:Â youâve all suffered enough..... Happy Eastern you sinners ;-) lmao xoxoxo
You could hear the wind whirling outside, the unsteady creaking of the house that normally would have your pulse racing not even catching your attention; your heart was pounding for other reasons.
Whether or not he was intentionally teasing you, you had no idea â your brain simply couldnât decipher nor did it allow you spend any time trying to figure it out. He was hovering over top of you, hungry kisses moving from your lips to your jaw to the nape of your neck and even lower, dragging his tongue sensually down to your navel and hovering over the hem of your panties so that you could feel his breath raising goosebumps against your skin.
Blindly you reached forward for him, grasping onto the locks of hair when you found his head where he lingered in between your already quivering thighs.
âPlease,â you mewed, almost ashamed at your desperate your voice sounded. His propinquity was driving you mad and he knew it, too; taking his time was both considerate of him considering your blissful ignorance to this particular type of sinfully delicious punishment, you knew it was also malicious because you were positive he could feel your fingernails digging into his back and hear the tiny whimpers that escaped your lips.
You could feel him smile against the skin on the inside of your thigh in response to your begging and you wouldâve moaned at that alone if he hadnât dived into you right after. You couldnât moan; your mouth opened in an a silent scream, able only to gasp at the sensation that had you seeing stars.
Obliviously your fingers tugged at his hair youâd held tightly on to. His tongue explored every sensitive spot that nobody had ever reach and nothing yet compared to. The way his own fingernails scraped against your thighs and up higher until he was literally gripping onto your body in his large hands only heightened the sensation until you felt the warm feeling inside of you begin to swell and threaten to burst and disintegrate you into a million feather-light pieces.
You were absolutely sure the pleasure you were feeling couldnât possibly grow any bigger than it already was, but when his hand drug itself from the back of you to directly beneath his mouth where he slowly, painfully pushed a single finger into you, you were positive the explosion you felt indicated you had quite literally died and gone to heaven.
âOh, fuck!â Your voice cracked in defeat as you floated back down into earth and Daryl was relentless, devouring you through the high and stopping only when he decided youâd had enough, his strong arms pushing him up and dawning the glowing red streaks youâd left dragging your nails down them in ecstasy. âGod, Daryl!â He rubbed a hand over his face as he rose, an almost undetectable smirk emerging from behind his palm.
âYa okay?â He asked, his voice hoarse and breath hot against your flushed skin as he lowered down just enough to allow his lips to brush against your neck yet again.
âYes,â you panted, squirming beneath him. The way heâd moved had him hard against your thigh and that had you surprised at how enticing it was, seeming so minor to how heâd just engulfed himself in you. âGod, yes.â
You allowed your hand to travel down his back, your fingertips gently brushing against the scars that decorated it, a bittersweet reminder of how he shared his story with you against anyone else engraving how deep your trust in another already was and how elated you were at reaching the highest level of intimacy with him â and there was nobody else in the world you wouldâve preferred otherwise. Your fingers just barely skimmed across his hardened length outside of his jeans and he fought to swallow back the moan that broke out from his lips, only encouraging you further and giving you more confidence as you started to rub him harder and tease him in revenge of how heâd ruthlessly taunted you.
âFuck,â he groaned under his breath, grinding against your palm slightly. You smiled up at him when he looked to your eyes in search of yet more affirmation. âAre ya sure ya want this?â
You nodded, swallowing hard as you still tried to catch your breath. âYes, Daryl,â you said cocksurely (hehe) staring back at him. âI want...I want you.â
There was a thousand things going on behind the two bright blue eyes that gazed down at you; they were full of a more emotions than you could ever imagine, and you were already overwhelmed at the new and unfamiliar notions inside of your own head. It was difficult not to think and focus only on acting, your hands absentmindedly fumbling with the buckle of his belt in anticipation. At your words he got equally as eager, his own hands covering yours as he helped you unhook the buckle to his jeans; another rather trivial action that made your heart flutter.
âI wanâ ya, too,â he uttered hurriedly as if he really couldnât wait to go further. You understood, pushing the denim down off of his hips and tugging at the waistband of his boxers, nervous excitement prohibiting you from acting out so confidently. Daryl could tell and, keeping up with the air of uncertainty he had at being the one that took the innocence from you, halted his movements for just a second.
âSâokay,â he told you, his words like coarse gravel scraping against your bones in the best possible way. âJusâ relax.â He held himself inches apart from you, leaning on his elbows for support and ghosting his lips against yours with sudden but strangled breaths as you continued to rub your hand against him in hopes of somewhat reassuring him that you definitely did want it, only didnât necessarily know how to go about it. âFuck. Câmon, girl. Donâ tease me.â
With what you hoped was a cute and sensual giggle you continued pushing down the elastic until it fell past his hips, allowing his cock to spring free from his boxers.
You were excited, but at the same time, nervous because of the gravity of the situation on top of how big he was anyway. As usual, he could sense it it seemed, and ground himself outside of your entrance that was already drenched at the idea of what was to come.
You felt weightless, like your body was full of helium that would allow you to float away if he wasnât anchoring you down. âIf ya want me to stop, ya tell me,â he said to you and you could actually feel how much he was yearning for your touch; how he was aching for the intimacy that you too desired so badly. You merely nodded in response, hoping that your lack of an answer would indicate to him just how badly you wanted him.
Leaning his forehead against yours, slowly he pushed himself into you, the sensation new and exciting but still relatively painful which he clearly knew it would be; he took his time, slowly letting you adjust to his size as you whimpered in some combination of pleasure and pain.
âJesus Christ,â he groaned under his breath, trying unsuccessfully to keep his voice quiet. Every breathy moan that fell from his lips managed to heighten your own pleasure, the confirmation that it was just as nice for him as it was for you; the fact that you could make him feel so good and that he had wanted you just as bad as you wanted him the whole entire time...
You could already feel the electricity returning and buzzing through your entire body. âFaster,â you pleaded with a new surge of confidence. âPlease, Daryl...â you were hardly able to get the last syllable out as he began to thrust in and out of you faster, his movements growing more erratic and both of your moans filling the comfortable silence of the secure basement. The noises he made were the sexiest things youâd ever heard and ultimately added to the final wave of pleasure that gave you your release, the notion doing the exact same for him as he snaked his fingers into your tousled hair and pulled with one final groan of a curse and you both soared over the edge together in sync.
The moments that followed where he held you quietly, both of you desperately catching your breath and allowing your heart rates to diminish back to normal, may have been the most peaceful moments of your entire life. You felt weightless, euphoric in his arms with his skin against your skin, both flushed and slick with sweat, sharing amity and intimacy unlike anything youâve ever felt with anybody else in your short time on earth. And he remained motionless where he was, both of you laying still, together as one as you drank in the feelings of trust and infatuation and the deep affection you knew both of you felt equally.
Finally, he spoke up after swallowing hard and even still out of breath:Â âYa hear that?â He asked, not taking his eyes off of yours rendering you useless to do anything else but stare back and blush fervidly.
âNo,â you had to choke out the words not knowing you wouldnât be able to find your voice. âI donât hear anything.â
âYeah,â he smirked down at you and whatever blissful feelings youâd had that begun to dwindle away returned promptly at the sight. âStopped raininâ.âÂ
Inside your head you swooned at his remark -- knowing that he was on the same level of euphoria you were and still reeling from what you two had just shared and yet was able to remember something so minor in the first place but, you supposed, had ultimately led you to initiating it all in the first place.Â
Your brain was so erratic still, trying to calm itself down from the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions you were feeling, you didnât even know how to respond seriously; so you simply grinned widely up at him with what you knew were likely stars of adoration in your eyes. âWait -- it was raining?âÂ
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âMarvel-my-ass asked: could you possibly do an imagine (Daryl x Reader) using #15 âThereâs only one bedâ they get caught in a run and have to stay overnight or something? If so no pre-established relationship please.
A/N: sorry in advance if this sucks and for any grammatical errors this may contain. #HallfAsleepProofReading. also thanks to @marvel-my-ass for requesting this.
Title:Â The Agreement
Pairing:Â Daryl x Reader
warnings:Â None
Word Count:Â 3,278
(Y/F/C) = your favorite candy.
 The plan was for you two to make a quick run into a small town. In and out with whatever goods you could scrape up. However the universe and the walkers seemed to have a different plan. The two of you scavenged a small apartment complex that was fairly untouched. Youâd gotten a few canned goods, some common house hold medicines, medical supplies and even a perfectly intact snickers that you stashed in your own bag for later. You were on your way back to the car when you came to a four way intersection.
 Before, the roads were clear of any signs of walkers. Now they flooded your way from every side. âWhere the hell did these assholes come from?â you called to Daryl over the roar of the walkers that were closing in around you.
 âWe need to get out of here!â Daryl yelled with a look at you over his shoulder.
 You glanced around noticing a small red brick house. âThis way!â you yelled back.
 The two of you started making your way to the house, taking out the walkers along the way. You were taking out a walker on your right when one came at you from the left. Its teeth were inches away from your shoulder blade when an arrow pierced its skull dropping it to the ground.
 Things seemed to move in slow motion as your wide eyes turned to Daryl who gave you a nod then slammed his blade into a walkers head. Time sped back up as you turned from him, took out the last walker in the way of the house, then ran to the door.
 Thankfully the door was unlocked. So you held it open for Daryl then slammed it shut as soon as he was inside. You kept your back pressed to the door that walkers were beating on while Daryl checked the rest of the house. While glancing around the place you noticed a large bookcase to the right of the door. So when Daryl came down the stairs you jerked your head to the shelf and he helped you move it in front of the door.
 Once you knew the house was safe you started looking around for usable items. After finding nothing of use you plopped down onto the sofa and propped your feet up on the coffee table. Daryl sat down in the arm chair and pulled a cigarette out and lit it. He held the carton out to you, but you waved him off.
 You hung out in silence for a while before you noticed the sun had almost set and you would need a source of light soon. You remembered seeing some almost completely used candles in the kitchen so you went to get them. As you arranged them on the coffee table Daryl held a can of butter beans out to you. âIâm fine. We need to save that stuff for the group.â You told him with a dismissive wave.
 âThe group wonât get these if we donât keep our strength up.â Daryl argued before he stabbed a clean pocket knife into the lid of the can and started cutting it open. âWeâll share it.â
 You had been with Rick and his group long enough to know that it would be pointless to try to argue with Daryl. So you went to the kitchen and grabbed two bowls and two spoons. You wiped the dust from the bowls as you walked into the living room then set the things on the table. Daryl scraped half of the beans into a bowl as you took a seat on the floor then pushed it over to you. He simply ate his straight from the can.
 âYou think theyâll pass by morning?â you asked after finishing a bite of beans.
 âMost of âem should. We just gotta keep quiet.â Daryl grumbled through a mouthful of food.
 âDid you find anything useful up stairs earlier?â you asked and Daryl shook his head no. The conversation fell from there and you finished your food in silence. You gathered your dirty bowls out of habit and placed them in the kitchen sink. âSo, shall we get some sleep?â you asked awkwardly.
 Daryl nodded and stood from the armchair. âThereâs only one bed.â he jerked his head to the stairs. âIâll take the couch.â
 As his words sank in you realized that the two of you would be separated. âIt that smart,â you started, âus being on different levels with walkers banging on the front door?â you asked and he looked like he was thinking. âIf walkers or someone breaks in weâll get separated.â
 Daryl just nodded and started taking the cushions off of the couch.
 âWhat are you doinâ?â you asked.
 âGonna make a pallet.â He said as if it was the obvious answer.
 âWhy donât you just take the other side of the bed?â you asked and he just stared at you as if your suggestion was insane. âOr you could just sleep on the floor on an uncomfortable palette.â You said with a shoulder shrug as you turned to the stairs. âUp to you.â
 You had just slid under the covers and turned your back to the door when you heard Darylâs light footsteps enter the room. The other side of the bed dipped as he slid under the covers next to you. You just smiled to yourself as you close your eyes and hoped for sleep to come. It took a long time, but eventually Darylâs quiet snores to lulled you into a deep sleep.
For once, you woke up slowly. Each sense came alive one at a time. The first was your sense of smell. The warm scent of sweat, leather and a hint of motor oil invaded your nose and for some strange reason you found the combination of smells soothing. Next was touch. The more you woke up the more you realized that your entire back was warm and something heavy hung over your waist. When you opened your eyes you realized that during the night you and Daryl had migrated to the center of the bed. Your back was pressed into his chest while your legs were tangled together like an unkempt like of string. The weight you felt on your waist was his arm wrapped tightly around you, holding you to him. Your head rested on his other arm, hence why his scent to so strong to you.
 It was hard to deny that you had the best nightâs sleep last night than youâd had in a long time and the reason why was Daryl. You knew that if he was awake he would have moved by now, so assuming he was still asleep you moved your hand to rest lightly over his. Darylâs hand flipped under yours and threaded his fingers together making you wonder if he was awake or if heâd simply moved in his sleep.
 So you rubbed his hand with your thumb a few times. After a few seconds he copied your action. He had to be awake now. Still testing your theory, just in case the first time was a fluke, you wiggled your butt a little as if you were simply trying to get comfortable. A second later he grunted and wiggled his hips a little away from you. You smiled to yourself. He was clearly awake and it surprised the hell out of you that he hadnât moved away from you as soon as he realized what had happened during the night. âGood morning, Daryl.â You chimed. Your smile was clear in your voice.
 âMorninâ.â he answered back and your smile brightened. But you hid it away as you turned around to look at him. His arm stayed on your side.
 âHowâd you sleep?â you asked curiously.
 âGood.â Daryl answered quietly and you noticed for the first time how light and higher pitched Darylâs voice was when he was relaxed. âYou?â
 âThat was the best sleep Iâve had in a long time.â You answered and you saw a sparkle in his eyes that looked a little like pride. âThank you.â
 âWhat âre you thankinâ me for?â he asked even though you were sure he knew the answer.
âI think I slept better because subconsciously I knew you were here ânâ you had my back.â You said before you smiled. âLiterally.â Daryl cracked a small smile at you. âWho wouldâve thought that Daryl Dixon could be snuggly?â you tease.
 His eyes turned glaring. âYou complaininâ?â he asked almost challengingly.
 Nope.â you smiled as you scooted closer to him and pressed your face into his chest. He stiffened a little before he softened up and pressed his palm to the small of your back. âWe should do this every night.â you suggested and he rolled his eyes at you. âIâm serious.â You told him and he just stared at you. âI slept like a baby even with those walkers beating on the door all night.â You looked down at your hand on his chest before you said the next part. âI know you have nightmares. You grunt and groan, sometimes it sounds like youâre crying⌠you wake me up sometimes, but last night you were quiet. So I know you had a good nightâs rest too.â You glanced back up at him through your lashes. He had the cell next to yours in the prison.
 âI did.â he whispered as if he was a little ashamed to admit it.
 âWe donât even have to do this every night. How about when youâre really tired, canât sleep, or just had a long day and want the feel of another person next to you, you come to me?â you asked feeling your heart beat fast in your chest at the possibility of having Daryl by your side again.
 âAlright.â Daryl agreed quietly as his arm tightened around your waist and pulled you into him. âSame goes for you.â his breath brushed your hair as he rested his chin on your head. âWe should be getting back.â He grumbled even though he didnât let go of you.
 He played with your loose hair as you both just relaxed in the moment. After a while of lying there, thinking about what was happening with you and Daryl you rolled over and sat up on your forearms. You simply smiled at him and he asked you with his eyes what you were smiling about. âI donât think Iâve ever been so happy to get trapped by walkers before.â He just smirked and shook his head at you. âOh, speaking of happy.â You leaned away from him and over the edge of the bed to pull the snickers you found the day before out of your bag. âI found this yesterday.â you held the chocolate bar up to show him. âI was going to hoard it away for myself, but I like you soâŚâ you smiled at him and moved to sit up on the bed beside him. âWanna share it for breakfast?â you asked and he waved you off.
 âNa, never been a fan of chocolate, too sweet.â
âOkay, well Iâm not going to eat in front of you, so Iâll save it for later.â You said as you slid off of the bed and tucked it back into your bag. Daryl stayed where he was, watching you throw the bag over your shoulder then set his crossbow on the foot of the bed.
Daryl finally got out of bed and started grabbing his things. âIs snickers your favorite?â he asked as the two of you headed down the stairs and over to the front door where two walkers were still banging away.
âNo, I like (Y/F/C).â you told him as you worked together to push the shelf out of the way of the door.
âIâll keep a look out for you.â he told you as he placed his hand on the doorknob.
âThatâs sweet of you.â You told him with a smile. âThanks.â
âYou ready to get back out there?â he asked, ignoring your compliment. You gave him a nod and he jerked the door open causing the walkers to fall inside. You each took a walker out before you hightailed it to the car. There were still a lot of walkers out and about, but most of them had thinned out. So when you got to the car you popped the trunk then threw the supplies inside. Daryl ran to start the car while you closed the trunk then ran to the passenger side and hopped in.
It had been a week since the night in the brick house and you thought that Daryl wouldâve come to you by now. You wanted to go to him, make up some excuse as to why you needed to be with him, but you thought that would make you seem needy. So you waited for him to make a move. You could understand why he didnât come to you the first three nights, but for the past two nights he had been whimpering and crying in his sleep.
 You lay there in bed listening to his heavy breathing knowing he would look like crap in the morning from lack of good sleep. Would he hate you if you came to him when he needed you? after listening to his restless sleep for over ten minutes you pulled yourself out of bed, slipped on a pair of slippers you kept in case you needed to visit the bathroom in the middle of the night and walked out onto the cat walk then made a right turn into Darylâs cell. You stood there in the darkness for a minute, debating on getting into bed with him. You were about to turn around and walk out when he cried out and sat straight up. You could see in the dim moonlight that filtered through the sheet of a door that he had tears on his frightened, pain twisted face. A second later his eyes landed on you and he quickly wiped his face with his arm and turned his expression neutral. ây/n?â he asked confused.
 âIâm sorry. I justâŚâ you started to defend yourself but he shook his head no and motioned you over with a jerk of his head and a wave of his hand. You slowly walked over to his bed, kicked off your slippers and slid under the patchwork cover that he lifted up for you. His warmth sank into you as you tucked yourself into him and pressed your face into his chest. After a while you pulled back and brushed his hair out of his face then pressed your forehead against his. âI donât want to push, Iâm just letting you knowâŚâ you whispered, âIf you ever want to, or need to, you can talk to me about anything.â
His only response was pressing his lips into your hair then pulling you in tighter.
As the weeks passed Daryl came to you and vice versa more and more until eventually you didnât even bother going to your own cells. You had practically moved in with him and contrary to what you first believed the other would think about you and Daryl getting closer, no one seemed to think anything of it. You never had sex, never kissed. It was simply an arrangement of convinced. Daryl never told you about his dreams and you never told him that you were slowly falling for him.
You thought things were going good until one night even with you by his side, Daryl whimpered and panted, having another bad dream. The twisted torture in his sleeping face made you want to cry. In an attempt to smooth the wrinkles in his forehead and sooth him, you ran your pointer finger down the center of his forehead and down his nose. This only caused him to shook straight up in bed, panting. You just stared at him until he looked over his shoulder at you. You sat up and ran your hand up his back to his shoulder where you massaged. âStop.â Daryl told you so you took your hand off of him and stared at his back in confusion, trying to not get your feeling hurt.
âYou had a nightmare.â You stated the obvious, feeling like an idiot. âThatâs the first time youâve had one since we started this.â
He just nodded. âI lost you.â he told you in a quiet, gruff voice that still held a hint of pain. âWe were back in that house, sleeping togetherâŚâ you moved around to be able to see his face, but he turned his head. âThree men broke in, took you while one held me at gunpoint.â His voice broke and you crawled around him and sat in his lap. He still didnât look at you, so you grabbed his face between your hands and made him. His hair fell aside revealing the tears that slipped down his cheeks.
If there was one thing that his nightmare was telling you it was that he feared he might lose you. âLook at me.â you asked gently as you pushed the rest of his long hair out of his face. âIâm right here.â His blue eyes finally met yours and you used your thumbs to wipe his tears aside. âIâm right hereâŚâ you told him again as you slid your hands down his face to rest on his bare chest âand Iâm not going anywhere, ever.â He cupped your face in his hand and rested his forehead on yours. âTwenty men couldnât tear me away from you.â
 He placed his other hand on the side of your neck and tingles shot through your skin at his warm touch. But a whole other sensation shot through you when he tilted his head slightly back and to the side pressing his lips to yours. You kissed him back without hesitation and when the long slow kiss ended he pressed his forehead back to yours. âI love you, y/n.â even though you felt his whispered words brush against your face you thought you had imagined them. ây/n?â he asked sounding very vulnerable, making you realize that he really did just tell you he loved you.
You smiled before you pressed your lips back to his in a rushed happy kiss. âI love you too.â
He pressed his lips back to yours as he laid back down pulling you with him as he did. After a few minutes of making out he flipped over, and kissed down your neck pulling a moan out of you. He licked back up your neck to your mouth. When you wrapped your legs around him he moaned making you smile into the kiss.
When you woke up the next morning Daryl was gone and a note was left on the pillow next to your head. You rolled over and grabbed it with your left hand only to see a simple, princess cut solitaire ring on your ring finger. You froze taking it in, thinking about what Daryl possibly meant when he place it on your finger. When the shock passed you picked up the note on his pillow and read it. âDonât freak out. Iâm not asking you to marry me. Just want everyone else to know youâre taken.â You laughed as you pressed his pillow to your face then took it off to look at the ring again. You thought you had dreamt the night before, but the ring on your finger proved you wrong. You had never been happier than you were that morning.
You can find my other fics over at my Master List.
I hope you enjoy this one, My Lovelies.
Bec
xx
                                     The Walking Dead Fan Fiction
                                                      Familia
                                                Daryl x Reader
Itâs long. I am so sorry.
Word Count: approx. 7,000
 She groaned as she listened to the sound in the distance. She didnât want to be dealing with that right now. So far, this supply run had been nothing but disaster. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, it wasnât going to get any easier. She had no choice but to do what she had to do.
She armed her bow and moved as silently as she could towards the noise, the crackling, raspy groans would only fuel tonightâs nightmares. She moved through the trees, listening for any indication that they were getting closer, that she was about to become the hunted.
As she reached the tree line, she spotted the group closing in on a man who stood by his bike. He was unkempt to say the least. But she couldnât expect anything more from people now days. His hair scruffy, clothing dirty. Years ago, he would have been one of those Redneck Hillbillies she rolled her eyes at. Now, he was just another survivor in desperate need of help.
She watched as he struggled to reload his crossbow, the weapon had clearly jammed. Not that it mattered from what she could see that was his last arrow anyway. She ran forward, firing off arrows as she jumped up onto the nearest car bonnet, shooting off more as she went. The infected turned their attention towards her, giving the man a much needed chance to fix his weapon.
A hand reached out towards her and she kicked the owner in the face, shooting another arrow. She hated groups of these things, sheâd lost count of how many times sheâd wished that they were loners or would eat each other in the battle for food. It would save so many hassles.
As she shot another her legs suddenly went out from underneath her, she yanked her combat knife from her leg sheath and rolled off the car, stabbing the infected man in the head as she went, landing on her feet.
âYour weapon sucks,â she called to the man.
âCanât say Iâd disagree,â he grumbled. âHeap of shit,â he spat, throwing it to ground. The jam releasing itself as the arrow fired into the leg of an approaching infected.
She moved closer to him as they fought off person after person. Both collapsing back against the bike as the last of the infected finally dropped.
âSo, that was fun,â she commented, rolling her eyes. Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath.
The guy looked at her blankly before retrieving his arrows, collecting hers as he went.
She stood watching him, he obviously wasnât a talker and clearly had some kind of issue. But then again, they all did.
âYou bit?â she asked.
âNah, not even a scratch.â
âIs that because of your good shooting or my heroic act of saving your arse?â
The guy looked up at her, raising an eyebrow into his shaggy fringe. Under it though, she could see a hint of amusement. That was something at least. This life tended to kill off any ounce of humanity and humour a person had.
He approached her, a small smirk on his lips as he handed over her arrows.
âItâs dangerous out this way,â she explained. âEspecially at the moment, groups of infected moving through the area regularly. Why travel alone?â
The guy frowned at her, watching her carefully before looking around pointedly, âAinât you alone?â
âWell, yeah. But itâs what I do.â
âHow do you know itâs not what I do?â
âDo you?â
âNot normally,â he shrugged.
He held her eyes as he watched her carefully. Neither speaking for a few minutes, both just assessing, reading, noticing the other.
âWhy risk it? Especially with an unreliable weapon?â
âWe need medication,â he offered, simply. âYou know, illness and all.â
âWhat kind of illness?â
âFlu, infected cuts that sorta thing.â
She nodded and gestured for him to follow her.
âYou in a group?â he asked as the two walked back into the tree line.
âNope, I donât tend to play nicely with others.â
âSeemed to do alright with me,â he suggested.
âThe playing hasnât started yet,â she smirked.
A smiled played on his lips as he focused on the path ahead, âAlways did like it rough,â he mused quietly.
She snorted and put her bow on the top of her 4x4 before opening the boot.
âIâm Daryl,â he offered, arming his crossbow and looking around as something rustled the leaves in the distance.
âY/N.â
She pulled a tub towards her and sifted through it, pulling out several boxes of antibiotics and pain killers, holding them out for him. He glanced down at her hand, then looked up at her his eyes wide with surprise.
âTake them. Hopefully they help. Boiling willow bark and drinking it will help with the fever and pain as well.â
âThought you didnât play nicely with others.â
âThereâs always an exception,â she smiled, reaching back into her car and pulling out an empty shopping bag for him to put the boxes into.
Daryl thanked her, and looked back into the forest unsure as more leaves rustled.
âNeed me to hold your hand and protect you on the way back to your bike?â she questioned.
âHere I was thinking it was my turn to be the hero,â he offered, quietly, putting the bag on the ground.
She watched as he raised his crossbow and moved towards the bushes. She reached out for her bow when he stopped and looked at her.
âStay here,â he whispered.
âSure, you kill the bad guy and Iâll sit back, knit you a jumper and cook some pie,â she hissed.
âAt least you know your place,â he grinned, moving forward.
She smiled and shook her head, reaching for her bow anyway, arming it. She grinned as a large rabbit jumped out of the bushes towards them. Daryl shot it in the head causing it to drop instantly.
âNow,â he observed, âYou can make me pie.â
She chuckled quietly as he pulled the arrow from its head, and offered it to her.
âAs sweet as it is and Iâm grateful, if youâre in a group you may need that more than I do,â she said quietly.
He looked at her surprised and a little dejected but nodded. He mumbled a thanks for helping him and disappeared into the trees, heading back towards his bike.
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She stood watching in the shadows as the group moved unsteadily into her property. She weighed up her options, stay hidden and wait for them to pass or go do what needed to be done. Problem with groups was that they always drew in more of their kind. That wasnât something she could risk. She watched as they dragged their feet, heading through the drive way and into the yard. The animals were out, exposed and there for the taking, the crops waiting to be trampled. All her hard work would be gone if she did nothing.
She armed her arrow and moved forward, listening to the hushed, raspy sounds that came from them. They werenât infected.
âTurn around, slowly,â she ordered. âMove too quickly and youâll only make that mistake once.â
The group of nine turned, one was only a kid, another was a small infant.
âThe world may have gone to crap, but the law is still the law. Get the hell off my land.â
One of the men stepped forward, his hair dark and slightly curled, his face scruffy.
âPlease. Weâre tired, hungry. We justâŚwe saw the fruit and we need food. They need food,â he explained gesturing to the kids.
She glanced at the group, her eyes making contact with bright blue eyes that held her gaze as the owner pushed through the group.
âY/N?â
âDaryl,â she addressed, refusing to break eye contact. âYou look like shit.â
âRunning from walkers does that to a person.â
âI thought you would have enjoyed it, given that you like it rough and all. Bit of clawing, biting, all that.â
A smile played on one side of his lips as he watched her, âCan you lower that?â he asked, gesturing to the bow in her hands.
âYou know her?â the dark hair one asked.
âYeah.â
âHow long has it been since you lot ate or slept?â
âMonths. Weâre living on scraps, even tried dog food once.â
Y/N fought back a gag and broke eye contact with the man, looking over the group. The child that was there hungrily looked out towards the orchard. Their faces were sunken, skin loose on their bones. They all needed a shower. Some could barely stand.
She sighed, and looked to the heavens as she lowered her bow. God help her, this was against her better judgement.
âYouâre gonna need something more substantial than fruit,â she sighed, gesturing to the house. âCome on in.â
Daryl nodded at her, and lead the others towards the house, following her inside.
She pulled the pot of stew from the fridge and placed it on her stove, turning it on to warm it up.
âThe biscuits are fresh, thereâs butter, soft cheese, honey and jam if you want that while you wait. The stew will take a bit to heat,â she explained, leaning back against the sink as they dug hungrily into the food. Starving wasnât even the word for it. She could see them trying to be polite, trying to eat slowly but their stomachs, their hunger, got the better of them and they shoved the food into their mouths, barely swallowing before they added more.
Y/N got the jug of cold water from the fridge and handed it over.
She listened as Rick introduced everyone, nodding politely as she took it all in. He was clearly the boss.
A noise drew her attention to the living room. She froze. Knowing what was coming. She made her way around the bench as the voice called out.
âMu-mm?â
âHey, Princess,â she smiled, picking up her one year old as she stumbled out of the bedroom.
Daryl looked down at Jasmine and back up at Y/N, raising an eyebrow. She was unsure at first. Most looked at her in disgust when they found she had a kid. But nothing like that even registered on his face. A soft smile formed as Jasmine looked at him.
Jasmine looked at the others unsure, her eyes rested on Judith and she looked up with a grin.
âBub,â she squealed, wriggling out of Y/Nâs arms to go look at Judith.
Y/N sighed and shook her head as all of Jasmineâs uncertainty about strangers becoming forgotten. Damn kid, show her a puppy or a baby and she was your best friend.
âHow is it you have electricity?â Glen asked.
âSolar system and battery back up.â
The stew finished heating and Y/N placed it on the bench with some bowls and bread. Putting a small dish aside for Jasmine, she watched as her daughter sat happily next to Carl babbling as she ate. She shifted back out the way as the others ate their fill.
âRabbit?â Daryl asked as he moaned happily, eating a second and then third bowl.
She nodded, watching them quietly.
âSo, the shower heats during the day, but it might not do everyone. But, ah, see how you go. The en-suite is on a separate tank so between the two there might be enough hot water. The washers a cold wash only.â
âThank you, so much,â Rick said sincerely as Hershel and Carl went to shower. âI donât know how much longer we could have survived out there.â
âThereâs mattresses in the rooms and spares in the back. Once youâve rested Iâm happy to give you some food and that, as you go on your way,â she told him.
Darylâs eyes rose to watched her, pain, fear, hurt, surprise all mixed in there.
âAny chance we can stay, please? Weâll help out, do our fair share. Hell, weâll even sleep outside in tents,â Rick pleaded. âWe canât go back out there.â
âIâll give you what you need when you leave,â she said quietly, she picked up Jasmine, walking out to carry on with her jobs leaving the others alone.
She finished weeding the pumpkins and building up the potatoes, before making her way to the house to find the basket for the eggs. Keeping her daughter in sight the whole time. Grateful that for once the stubborn girl was staying close by. She spotted Daryl sitting on the hood of one of the cars watching her intently.
âYouâre kicking us out?â
âYou got no business staying,â she countered. âI told you, I donât play nice with others.â
âCould have fooled me. See the meds, the rabbit, the fight, that told me you do.â
âThen I guess you got fooled,â she sighed, as she approached.
The side door opened and Rick came out, making his way towards them. His face drawn, his shoulders slumped.
âIâm begging, please,â he tried once more. âSurely the extra hands will help? We can help defend and with the crops and animals. Help watch Jasmine if you need.â
âI donât want people here,â she growled.
âSo, what? Youâre just gonna live out your time alone? Just the two of you?â Daryl pointed out. âWhoâs gonna watch her while you go on supply runs?â
âSheâll come. Itâs better that way.â
âBullshit!â Daryl argued. âYou canât take a kid out there! Itâs too dangerous!â
âSheâs safer that way. It also means Iâm not having to kill people because they decide they donât like how things are done or sharing with the weak! Itâs better this way.â
She went to leave when Daryl jumped off the hood and grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop.
âThatâs not how we do things,â Rick said quietly. âWeâre good people, honest people. Weâre just trying to survive. I want my kids to survive. You know what thatâs like.â
Y/N dropped her eyes to the ground, purposely avoiding Daryl as he looked at her, boring holes into her face as he tried to get answers.
âWhat happened? I doubt itâs you not caring or refusing to play nice.â
She groaned as she caved.
âThis was my parentâs place, they were doomsday preppers and wack jobs. My dad so was set on it being used to save those who couldnât defend themselves and those who were needed to save them. He knew a lot could handle the kill or be killed, but some like kids, the elderly they couldnât. But they are future and the bearers of long lost survival skills.â
Darylâs thumb shifted across her elbow and she realised he was still holding onto her arm. She didnât want to discuss it; it gave her nightmares as it was. All she wanted to do was bury it and forget it ever happened.
âThere were thirty of us originally, squeezed into tents, the sheds, the house. We got the supplies in to build more homes to accommodate. Nothing fancy, basic boxes but it was shelter.â
Rick nodded, he genuinely seemed to approve and understand what she was saying. That in itself surprised her. Most people couldnât care less about others, they didnât look after the sick, they fed them to the infected.
âWe came across a group of half a dozen, one had been shot so we took them in, helped him out that sorta thing.â
Darylâs jaw tensed slightly as he watched her, causing her to continue to look everywhere but at him.
âThey didnât like sharing, or that they had to work when the old lady who couldnât get out of the wheelchair didnât do hard physical labour, she just knitted blankets and mended clothes, helped prepare food. So, they waited until a small group of us were on a supply run and reduced the numbers. Including a three-week old baby and a 90-year-old woman.â
âJesus,â Rick gasped.
âWe came back, did what we had to do all that was left was Mamie and Jaz.â
âWhereâs the rest of you group now?â
âDead, one was bit, another couldnât handle it and shot himself, Mamie died a week ago from a heart attack. Itâs just me and Jaz now.â
Daryl went to ask a question when the door opened and Glen stepped outside. Darylâs hand fell from her elbow.
âAh, sorry but something is beeping,â he frowned.
Y/N swore, she turned to run towards Jasmine when she heard Daryl call he had her, taking off quicker than she could. She ran towards the house, grabbing her iPad to check the alarm. She realised suddenly that Jasmine and Daryl werenât inside and her blood ran cold.
She went to go back out when they walked in the door.
Jasmine babbled something only managing one or two coherent words and Daryl listening like it was the most enthralling conversation in the world. Answering her, asking questions, giving a full range of facial expressions that caused Jasmine to squeal with delight.
Y/N smiled at the two. Happy to see her daughter talking to someone. Thrilled to see her so happy. A sad pain washed through her as she realised how isolated they had become. Â
âWhatâs going on?â Rick questioned as he came up next to her.
She broke her gaze away from the two glanced down at the tablet once more.
âSomethingâs triggered the sensor alarm down the road.â
She accessed the cameras, flicking through each one.
âSeriously? You have security?â
âThey were hooked up to small solar panels,â she mumbled.
âWalkers,â Rick groaned, pointing to the people moving across.
âWalkers?â Y/N questioned.
âItâs what we call the infected,â Daryl explained.
She looked up to see his hand running protectively over Jasmineâs head as he held her that bit tighter.
âSo what now?â Maggie asked as sat down in a chair, rocking Judith.
âThe property is reasonably secure. Bar that one entrance that Iâm guessing you came through.â
âThe one where the gates where knocked clean off the hinges?â Hershel asked.
âThatâd be it. I have a replacement but I canât lift it up so thatâs out. Basically, itâs secure the animals and lock the doors, and hope they pass. But given that itâs dusk it could be a long wait.â
âWe can help, maybe put the new one up?â Rick offered. âSome of us can help secure animals in case we donât get it. How long have we got?â
âRoughly 45 minutes.â
Rick gave out the orders, sending some to deal with the animals, others to make their way to the gate.
She hesitated glancing at Jasmine as she wiggled out of Darylâs arms and headed towards Judith. Hershel took both girls into the living room and found a story book to read them.
âTheyâll look after her,â Daryl promised quietly in her ear.
She watched for a few more minutes, finally letting Daryl gently drag her away by the elbow.
They walked with the others to the gap in the fence and Y/N gave them a quick rundown. There was a roller door her group had salvaged from a nearby home. They had put up the tracks and framework but died before they could life the heavy door up into the brackets.
âEnough of them will push the lock on that out,â Glen observed as they made their way over to the gate.
âI welded steel rods in place to use as like a barricade, they swing down and rest in the track, you canât push it up while itâs there, and the lockâs not needed.â
She stood with Glen, Rick, Daryl and Maggie looking at the framework.
âSo we just put it in place and lock it in,â Glen mused. âEasy.â
âLadders?â Rick asked, looking around.
âTool shed, by the chicken yard.â
They got to work, struggling to get the heavy rod of rolled metal up into its brackets and even so it rolled.
âTheyâre coming,â Y/N panicked as the group of walkers appeared on the horizon. The men tried again, finally getting the door in place as the group closed in. They yanked the door down, dropping the steel rods into place as the first of the group collided with the steel door. She stepped back and collided with Daryl accidently. She felt his hand come up and rest on her back as he steadied her gently.
âAnimals are done,â Carol announced as she came out to join them. âThat was close,â she breathed.
âWe should go, inside,â Y/N told them. âJust in case.â
The others nodded and they made their way quickly across the driveway, Y/N glancing back at the fortified fencing. Her father may have been crazy, but she was so glad he was.
Once everyone was inside Y/N closed the steel reinforced side door and slid the locks into place.
The others moved into the living room and Rick gestured for Y/N to join him in the kitchen. She glanced over at Jasmine as she played peek a boo with Judith, smiling at how happy she was. It had been too long since she played like that. Smiled like that.
Rick stood at the end of the bench glancing into the room where his family and friends sat huddled. They could hear the faint bangs on the roller door as the walkers tried to enter.
âHow secure is the house?â
âI need to roll down the roller shutters, but thatâs it. We should be fine. Plenty have passed through and none have entered the house.â
Rick nodded, âManual rollers?â
She nodded and watched as he left to go finish securing the house. She stood in the kitchen, unsure of what to do. Normally sheâd just make dinner, read or play a game quietly with Jasmine with a machete or bow next to her and wait it out. Now she was surrounded by people and feeling out of place in her own home.
Daryl came in and stood leaning against the bench opposite her, âI didnât know anyone was here when I suggest we come. I found it on the way back to the group.â
She shrugged, âThatâs the idea.â
âDo you really want us gone?â
She sighed and looked to the ceiling, she had no idea what she wanted.
âI hate the idea of sleeping with one eye open. I canât risk her, Daryl,â she whispered.
âYou wonât need to. I swear. Weâll do right by you and Jasmine,â he promised.
She nodded, hesitantly. A small smile appearing on Darylâs lips.
âI suppose I should find blankets and mattresses then,â she sighed, glancing over at Rick as he walked back towards them.
âThank you,â Rick whispered.
âWinterâs coming,â she pointed out, as they rearranged bedrooms so families could sleep together. âItâs too cold to sleep in the sheds. So, it might be cozy in here for a while. But itâs safer,â she added.
âSafe is good,â Rick admitted, looking over at their kids.
Y/N pulled the old porta cot out from under one of the beds and set it up in Rickâs room for Judith.
âWe have baby clothes,â Y/N told Rick as they made their way back into the living room.
Rick looked over at Y/N and she nodded.
âWhen dad set this place up, he hoarded everything. Clothing in all different sizes. Antique machinery, all that. Thereâs tubs of baby clothes in the cupboards. And some adult stuff. Extras in the sheds and that. We kept it all, just in case,â she explained. âEspecially after the infection started.â
 As the days past, Y/N had to admit that having the group around wasnât the worst mistake she had made. True to their word, they helped out. They all worked as hard as Y/N did. Jasmine became Darylâs shadow, and he didnât seem to care in the least. If she was toddling after him, heâd slow down to make sure she could keep pace. He listened patiently as Jasmine told him âstoriesâ, he pointed stuff out to her. Taught her new words. It was everything Y/N had always pictured a father would be. Everything Jasmine never got.
 She sat on the chair outside, watching as Jasmine played ball with Carl. The group taking a much needed afternoon off.
âWhereâs her dad?â Daryl asked.
âMissing, dead, something. He panicked claimed he wasnât dying for no kid and took off. She was a death wish apparently.â
âWhat a dick,â Daryl gasped.
âCanât argue that. Iâve made a lot of stupid mistake in my life. Heâs probably the worst.â
Jasmineâs squeal, followed by a fit of giggles caused her to smile.
âI donât know, she seems worth it,â Daryl mused quietly.
âYeah, she is.â
She left Jasmine with Daryl while she went inside to help Carol with dinner. Twenty minutes later, Darylâs cry and Jasmineâs scream caused her blood to turn to ice as she ran towards the backdoor meeting Daryl as he rushed her inside.
âWhat happened?â she cried, looking as Jasmineâs blood covered face.
âChasing each other and she slipped on the cement,â he blubbered.
She looked up to see the tears in his eyes as he apologised over and over again to Jasmine, kissing her head.
Y/N gave him a sad smile as she wet a cloth, before gently wiping down Jasmineâs face.
âDonât feel too bad. Itâs not the first time itâs happened. And itâs not her first injury. She fell out of bed a couple of weeks before you got here, which is why itâs now against the wall. Tripped over and smashed her face on the coffee table as she was learning to walk. Fell off the sofa, tripped over a pumpkin, banged her head on the coffee table as sheâs too tall for it. Sheâs a klutz.â
âI was meant to be keeping her safe, her getting hurt isnât safe,â he said quietly as Jasmine started to calm down.
âNo, her getting hurt is part of her growing up, taking risks, learning boundaries.â
Y/N considered taking her daughter. Wanting to comfort her, to make it all better just like she always had. But she watched as Daryl held her tighter, his lips pressing against the toddlerâs head as he offered yet another apology. He needed Jasmineâs comfort as much as Jasmine needed his. Her sobs slowed and she settled in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder.
âLooks to me like youâre doing a fine job,â Y/N pointed out, as she left to toss the cloth in the washing machine.
She came back in to find Daryl smiling down at Jasmine and then up at Y/N.
As the night wore on, and they finished their chores, Y/N went in search of Daryl and Jasmine. Heâd barely put her down since it happened. Panicking about concussion and head trauma. Making Hershel check her over every 10 minutes. He panicked more than Y/N did.
âDarylâs putting her to bed,â Maggie said quietly.
Y/N walked into the room she shared with Jasmine and stood in the door way, she smiled at the two curled up asleep in her bed.
Y/N carefully climbed in next to them, kissing her daughter goodnight. Smiling as she snuggled further into Darylâs arms. She gently placed as kiss on Darylâs cheek before settling down to sleep herself.
She woke blinking to see a sleepy looking Daryl watching her.
âMorning,â she mumbled.
He grunted as he frowned at her.
âSorry, figured you were in my bed, I wasnât crashing on the floor,â she whispered with a grin.
Daryl nodded as he looked down at Jasmine, the young girl shifting in his arms and settling back down.
âIâm heading into town for supplies today,â Y/N said quietly.
âI can do that,â Daryl murmured quietly.
âSo can I. Carolâs watching Jaz-.â
âYou watch Jaz. Iâll go. What do we need?â
âDaryl,â she argued.
âYou donât need to leave her, Y/N. She needs her mum around. I wonât let you get hurt.â
She sighed, watching him silently as she debated about arguing some more.
âI canât,â he said quietly.
She felt her face soften as he avoided her eyes. She shifted in the bed, kissing his forehead softly, before climbing out of the bed.
âThe run?â Daryl asked quietly.
âIâll stay,â she smiled.
A smile played on his lips as she grabbed her clothes, moving into the bathroom to change. She came out to find Jaz sitting up in bed talking to Daryl. Listening as he once again answered her, telling her his own fairy tale stories.
âBub,â Jasmine announced, heading to the edge of the bed, after Y/N changed her and got her ready for the day.
âAss Kickerâs with Carl,â Daryl told her.
âArl,â she squealed, climbing off the bed and heading out the door. Squealing for Carl over and over.
She left Daryl to do what he needed and followed Jasmine into the kitchen, smiling as she hung off Carlâs leg. She helped in the kitchen and took Judith for Rick while he disappeared outside to check on the animals. Someone behind her cleared their throat softly, causing her to turn around.
Daryl gave her a small smile as he ran a hand over Judithâs head, saying good morning.
âIâll be back later,â he promised.
 Days turned into weeks, and in that time Y/N and Daryl found themselves growing closer. They only shared a bed if he put Jasmine to sleep. Which usually resulted him Daryl falling asleep. Otherwise he slept on the floor by their bedroom door.
She sat at the kitchen table, with the others discussing what needed to be done. Daryl stood behind her, she could feel his fingers shifting absent-mindedly through her hair as his hands rested on the back of her chair.
âThe tomato seedlings are ready to go in to the greenhouse,â Hershel explained.
âTheyâre ready to fill the greenhouse,â Daryl muttered.
She looked up at him and grinned. Sheâd done what she did every year. Took piles of tomatoes and sliced them. Planting the slices and waiting for the seedlings to grow.
âAnd now we have tomatoes, soup, pasta sauce, normal sauce, relish-.â
âWe have tomatoes,â he commented, his lips turning up as the fingers in her hair tightened.
âAinât nothing wrong with that.â
âTill thatâs all we have to live off.â
âPantryâs getting low,â Carol observed.
âStore roomâs still loaded,â Y/N muttered, distracted as she looked around for Jasmine.
âSleeping in the beanbag,â Daryl said quietly in her ear.
She turned back to the group and found the others staring at her, causing her to cringe.
âAh, right. The bookshelf in the toy room pushes to one side, and thereâs steps leading into a large basement.â
âSerious?â Glen gaped.
âYup, itâs loaded with long term supplies. We will need fuel though.â
âWeâll head out after,â Daryl offered, glancing at Glen.
Y/N looked over at the two as Daryl stepped away to start organising what heâd need.
âYou need to head out past the bridge. Iâve raided all the vehicles and stations here. Itâll take over a day,â she explained.
âHead out soon, come back tomorrow?â he queried looking at Glenn.
Glenn nodded, the two heading off to get a car ready. The others disappearing to check out the storeroom.
Rick looked at Y/N, gesturing for her to stay. She waited, watching as he grabbed a few things before gesturing to outside.
They walked out to lawn and she watched as he sat down in the sun.
âIf this is like a wine and dine me, youâre missing a few things,â she smirked as she sat down next to him. Turning her face to the sun and closing her eyes.
âCheese, meat, wine, strawberries.â
âChocolate,â she pointed out.
âCanât forget that. Next time,â he chuckled. âHere, will this do?â
She opened her eyes and saw a dandelion flower in front of her.
She chuckled and took the offering, slipping it behind her ear. She heard voices and looked up to see Daryl by the shed watching them. His face unreadable. Although it didnât look happy. Jasmine came running out the side door, colliding with her. She kissed her daughter and held her tight, before the rugrat spotted Daryl and wiggled from her arms.
âDa,â she giggled, crossing the yard to him.
âSo?â Y/N asked.
âI thought we might be able to look at where we can put up the extra housing. Donât get me wrong, itâs great being in one secure locationâŚâ
âBut privacy would be nice.â
âExactly,â he grinned.
Daryl approached, kissing Jasmineâs head as he handed her back over to Y/N.
âBe careful,â she lectured.
He grunted some kind of response and walked off, leaving Y/N staring after him. His mood had changed suddenly and heâd left without so much as a see you soon. Which wasnât like him at all. She sighed, telling herself he was just nervous about being away overnight. It was dangerous that side of the wall. No one wanted to risk it. She turned her attention back to Rick as they continued with their plans.
âSo we can either extend the main house, or build separate ones?â
âSeparate gives other places to seek refuge if the house gets hit,â he pointed out, shifting closer so he could show her his plans.
âYou thought way too much about this,â she muttered, looking over his shoulder. âThatâs a good idea,â she smiled, pointing to the skywalks between buildings. âIf you cover the lower half of that railing, it provides protection from guns and allows us to hide.â
âExactly.â
âThereâs still some building supplies and solar panels in the nearby properties. And some stuff like doors and that we can salvage. Old wood ovens. That sorta thing. The trucks still got most of a tank,â she offered.
âTomorrow?â he questioned, taking Jasmine as she climbed into his lap to steal his pencil. Drawing over his well thought out plans.
âYeah, we can head out first light. Iâll get Carol to watch Jaz.â
Rick nodded, âYour family did well with this place.â
âWe all have, some of this wouldnât have been achieved without you guys or the last group,â she admitted. âAnd letâs face it, I thought I was organised and planned before you came along.â
âDoes that mean youâre not regretting us staying?â
She watched as Jasmine spotted Maggie and Beth heading to the chicken pen and took off after them. Yelling about eggs.
âNah, no regrets.â
 As evening came the next day, Y/N and Rick climbed into the truck.
âItâs quieter than I expected,â she mused. âTwo walkers, all day.â
âI ainât complaining though,â he pointed out.
âProviding they are somewhere else and not home,â she mumbled, as the truck roared to life.
As they drove, she worked on their list. What they had, what they needed. The extra supplies they got.
âDo you think Daryl will want a house of his own? Or you reckon heâll just settle into someoneâs room or a tent?â she questioned, as she tried to figure out bare minimums. âOr a trailer.â
âI figured heâd just stay with you and Jasmine,â Rick offered, glancing over at her.
âDonât know why youâd assume that,â she muttered.
âReally?â
She glanced over at him as his eyebrow raised into his scruffy mop of hair. Her cheeks flushed red as she looked away.
âItâs not like that. Heâs notâŚHe doesnât look at me, us, like that.â
âCould have fooled me,â Rick smirked, turning the truck into the drive, slowing make their way towards the open roller door.
The door closed behind them and Y/N climbed out of the truck, coming face to face with a rather pissed off Daryl.
âI thought you were staying here!â
âWe were getting supplies,â she frowned.
His face hardened as he looked over at Rick.
âWhoâs watching Jaz?â
âCarol.â
âSheâs busy down in the damn storeroom,â he hissed. âI canât believe you left her, like some stupid bitch so you could go screw around.â
Her jaw dropped, âExcuse me?â
âYou donât abandon your kid, Y/N!â
âYou got something right in all that. My kid! Her life, who watches her, what happens to her, is my choice. Donât you dare stand here acting all high and mighty. We needed supplies. I went. Get the hell over it.â
âYou didnât have to go!â
âWho else would have gone?â
âGlenn. Me. Maggie. Want me to keep going?â
She glared at him, unable to believe he was being such an arse.
âSheâs sick and you werenât here. I wasnât here. She needed someone and both of us were gone.â
âSheâs not sick. Sheâs fine. I was with her all morning.â
âSheâs running a temp!â
âSheâs teething, you idiot!â
Daryl frowned at her.
âAs for Jasmine, yes. She needs a parent. Me. Given Iâm the only one she has. But Rick needed help. So, I chose to leave her with people I trusted. I donât have to justify my actions to anyone. Especially you. Sheâs not your kid, Daryl. You donât get a say.â
She stormed off towards the house, dumping the papers on the table. Still fuming at Darylâs accusations. She found Jaz asleep in bed. She was warm, her cheeks rosy, her nose runny. But all normal signs of teething. All part of growing up.
âSheâs fine,â Carol said quietly as she came up. âI gave her some chamomile tea to ease it and sheâs been sleeping ever since.â
âIâm sorry you had to deal with it,â Y/N said quietly.
âDonât be, she wasnât all that bothered by it. Neither were we. Daryl was the most panicked.â
Y/N watched Jasmine sleep, guilt eating at her. She shouldnât have left.
âYou had to go, Y/N. No one else knows these areas. And if we want to put up more houses, we need to get as much sorted as we can while we can. So, come better weather itâs just a matter of banging them together.â
âDaryl doesnât seem to think so,â she muttered. âHelping you guys find a home makes me a bad mum.â
âIt makes him panic cos youâre out there, without protection.â
âI had my bow. Rick was there.â
âBut Daryl wasnât,â Carol offered with a smile as she walked back off towards the kitchen.
 Y/N stood in the shed, rearranging shelves, hoping to add in the extra supplies they got. Working out where to put the rest, but still leave room to build things. Movement caught her eye and looked up to see Daryl step into the shed.
âI shouldnât have said it,â Daryl admitted.
She glanced over at him, and turned away as she picked up a door, shifting it so it was leaning against a wall.
âShe needs her mum. I need to know, she has her mum. I know she ainât mine. ButâŚ,â he sighed. âI know Iâll never get my own. But if I did, Iâd want them just like her.â
Y/N shifted a bucket of nails, sliding them back on the shelf. She turned, gasping as she came face to face with Daryl. She hadnât even heard him move.
âI may have been unreasonable. You and Rick, youâreâŚfriendly,â he muttered.
âYou expect me to hate him?â
âNo,â he sighed.
She watched him closely, the way he avoided her eyes. How nervous he was. Suddenly it all made sense.
âIâm not seeing Rick. We were getting supplies to build homes so we all have more privacy.â
Daryl looked over at her, surprised.
âFamilies moving out together. Giving my family back our house.â
âOh,â he mumbled, colour flushing his face slightly.
âAnd up until earlier, I figured, hoped, that you were, might be, a part of that.â
Daryl looked up at her, confused at first. But then it faded.
âMe? With you two?â
âNo oneâs twisting your arm, Daryl. We can build you a house if you want, get a tailer, whatever.â
She turned and walked back over to the truck, pulling out a box filled with tools. Hands reached out taking it from her arms. She gestured to the shelf, watching as Daryl slowly placed it next to the other tool box. He crossed the room, his steps slow and purposeful, and stood in front of her. He watched her as he moved closer, refusing to take his eyes off her. He reached out, tenderly brushing her hair from her face. Letting his thumb brush over her cheek. He smiled as he leaned down towards her, gently letting his lips brush against hers. She smiled, kissing him back. Letting her body melt against his as he pulled her in closer. His hands found her thighs as he lifted her up onto the tailgate of the truck. Not once letting his lips leave hers.
âMum! Da!â Jasmineâs pitch squeal cut through the silence.
Daryl kissed her softly once more before turning towards the toddler, picking her up as she approached.
âWhat do you think, Princess?â he smiled. âShould we kick the others out? Let the three of us have some family time?â
âKick!â
Y/N chuckled as Jaz swung her foot, watching as Daryl kissed her cheek softly.
âThatâs my thoughts exactly,â he grinned. âIf ya Ma will still take me,â he admitted, looking over at Y/N. âLet me be a part of your family.â
âMum,â Jaz squealed, throwing herself into Y/Nâs arms.
Y/N nodded at Daryl as he sat down on the tailgate next to her.
âFamily,â he mumbled, running a hand over Jasmineâs head. âI like the sound of that.â
Hi! Can you make a Daryl imagine with prompts 31 and 41? When Negan takes him, she is with him. He has always like protected her so she is really scared, and crying; and like Negan likes to play with Daryl talking about hurting her or actually doing it. Thank you!
Title: Iâm Not Made of Stone.
Word Count: 3,545
Pairing: Daryl x Reader
Warnings: Forced marriage and torture, blood and gore? Idk itâsthe walking deadâŚso.
You sat in line with the rest of your group. Daryl was at your side, kneeling on his knees while the man with the baseball bat walked around the circle talking shit about whatever. To be completely honest the only thing you were paying attention to was Daryl who was kneeling next to you on your right. You wanted to reach out for him, but you knew if you did, nothing good would come of it.
âSo now, Iâm gonna beat the holy hell out of one of you.âNeganâs words pulled your wide eyes up from the dirt, to him. âThis,â he held the baseball out, pointing it at Rick, âis Lucille and sheâŚis awesome. All thisâŚâ he motioned around him with the bat. âAll this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor.â You simply watched as he walked around looking at people quizzically. He stopped and looked at Abraham, then kneeled down infront of Carl before he started heading down the line back toward you. When he got to Maggie he stopped, âJeeesus, you look shitty.â You turned you eyes back to the ground. That was until his next words hit your ears. âI should just put you out of your misery right now.â
Glenn yelled out and tried to get to Maggie, but Dwight kicked him, stopping him before he pointed a crossbow at him. Negan told his minions to get Glenn back in line. Glenn pleaded for Negan to not kill Maggie and Negan just laughed. âAlright, listen. Donât any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions.â Your hands shook at your sides. âItâs an emotional moment, I get it.â You couldnât look at anyone else. You just stared at Negan, walking around talking and terrorizing. All the while you tried to figure out why in the world his voice sounded so familiar to you.
He started whistling as he walked around looking at people.Then when he started up a game of enie, meenie, miney, moe you glanced over at Daryl who just looked back at you. His eyes were just as wide and watery as yours. Your eyes stayed locked with Darylâs until you heard Negan finish the game. Your eyes then followed the end of the bat to Abraham. âAnybody moves,anybody says anything cut the boyâs other eye out and feed it to his father and then weâll start. You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry. Hell, youâre all gonna be doinâ that.â Then it started⌠the gut wrenching cracks of the bat colliding with Abrahamâs skull. You cried so hard you couldnât breathe. Blow after sickening blow shook you to your bones. You no longer looked at Negan or Daryl. Instead, you stared down at the muddy ground with tear blurred vision.
When he was finished he walked over to Rosita and spouted more bullshit. You were still staring down at the ground, but then he said, âHold on one god damn minute.â and his feet came into your view. It wasnâtuntil you saw his knees in front of you that you realized that he was kneeling down looking at you. You probably shouldâve looked at him, but you couldnât make yourself stare into the eyes of the man who just beat Abrahamâs brains to a pulp.
You felt his hand grip your chin and make you look up at him. You heard Daryl grunt, restraining himself from punching Negan. âWell I be damned.â Negan smiled at you and thatâs when it clicked. He looked differentâŚolder, than when you last saw him ten years ago, but his smile had remained the same. He was the Negan. The one that made you think that you were something special, his one and only, then dropped you on your ass. He told you that he was married and that you meant nothing to him. To be cheesy, he broke your heart. âY/n,â he said your name with a smile on his lips, âlong time no see. Howâve you been?â he was looking at as if you were just some old friend.
âHowâs your wife?â you asked coldly with a tilt of yourhead.
His eyes turned ice cold then before you knew it he had the bat raised over his head about to bash in your skull. But the blow didnât come and you looked up to see Negan rubbing his jaw while Daryl was getting taken down by two men.
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Because of that⌠Because you couldnât keep your mouth shut, Glenn was next to go. His head, beaten until it was just a pile of blood⌠When all was said and done Negan had you and Daryl in the back of a van.
âYou know him?â Daryl asked you from where he sat across from you leaning on the wall of the van.
âHeâs my ex.â You admitted, tears still rolling down your face. âTen years ago, before the turnâŚâ You answered numbly.
âYou dated that ass hole?â Daryl asked with a glare at you.
âI didnât know he was like that when we were together. We dated for a year before he told me he had a wife. Heâd been cheating on her with me⌠said that he couldnât do that to her anymore and left. I never saw him or spoke to him again.â you answered and just shook your head as another wave of tears started sliding down your cheeks. âWhat are we gonna do now?â you sobbed and Daryl slid across the dirty floor of the van to sit beside you.
âI donât know.â he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his side. âWeâll figure somethinâ out.â You looked up at him and he wiped your tears. âWe always do.â You pressed your face into his shoulder, letting your uncontrollable tears soak into his thin shirt. You felt him press his face into your hair, his tears eventually soaked it.
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You had been at the sanctuary for four weeks now and while your accommodations werenât as horrible as Darylâs they werenât great either.You were in a small 10x10 room with only a cot, a blanket and an old chamberpot. Dwight was over both you and Daryl. You only saw his scarred face once a day, you think, itâs hard to keep track of time in the dark of the room. When Dwight came it was to bring you food, water and empty your pot. He didnât talk to you, ever, no matter how many questions you asked him.
Around twice a week Negan would come to see you and with the exception of the first conversation,they were all the same.
You thought about that first conversation every day.
*Flashback*
âSo, really, how haveyou been?â Negan asked with the bat on his shoulder.
âGood, up until you murdered two of my friends.â
âYeah,â he sighed, âI really am sorry about that.â he said as he kneeled down to be eye level with you where you sat on the cot.
âAre you though?â you asked, ignoring the bat that was still in his hand that he had resting on his knee.
âRed? No, but the Asian guyâŚyeah, I am.â You just glared at him.
âWhat do you want from me?â you asked. âWhy did you bring us here?â
âWell, your friendâŚwhatâs his name, Daryl? Him? Iâm gonna break him. Dwighty boy has him in an empty room, stripped naked, eating dog food and listening to the same insanely happy, up-beat song on loop.â He told you with a smile on his face that made you clench your teeth.
âAnd me?â you asked and he just tilted his head at you still smiling.
âWell, for now weâre just gonna talk.â He said and you motioned for him to talk. He stood up and set the bat in the corner. âYou and Daryl were lookinâ might cozy in the back of that van. The two of you together?â You didnât know how to answer his question. You and Daryl were very close, closer than you were to the rest of the group. Daryl protected you more than the rest, laughed with you, hugged you on occasion⌠but you had never kissed or anything romantic even though you thought you felt something there. âWell?â he asked after waiting for you to say something.
âI donât know.â
âHow do you not know? Either you fuck the guy or you donât.â he said raising his voice and you just looked at him. Hate was clear in your eyes. He just gave you a look that told you to answer the question.
âWeâve never had sex.â You told him quietly as you turned your eyes to the floor.
âOof, too bad⌠Daryl doesnât know what heâs missing.â He said as he leaned back with a smile in his eyes, but you just turned your eyes on the floor. âMy plan for you⌠Is to ask you to marry me.â
âWhat?â you asked as your head snapped up to look at him like he was crazy. âNo.â you shook your head.
âDonât turn me down until you hear me out, sweetheart.â You still just stared at him in fear. âIf you marry me, youâll get out of this room, fresh beautiful clothes every day, a hot bath every night and anything else you could possibly ask for. All I ask is that you take care of yours truly.â He said with another small lean back.
You just sat there for a minute, staring at the floor, not even thinking about it, just pretending to. Eventually you looked up at him and nodded. âAlright. Iâve heard you out, Iâve thought about it.â
âAnd?â he asked with a smile on his face.
âIâll die before I give in to your charms again.â you answered simply.
âMkay, then you can stay in here, all day, every day, eating shit sandwiches in the dead silence.â He turned and walked out. âDwight, lock her up.â he said as he grabbed Lucille then walked out. Â
*End Flashback*
From that day on he simply walked in, asked you to marry him, then when you replied once again that youâd rather die, he walked out with a nod and a hard face. Between eating, drinking and using the bathroom, you slept or just laid there looking at the grey bricks of the wall. You somehow convinced yourself that this was all there was for you. The cot, blanket and pot was all that was left of the world and you would die here. You made peace with that.
Daryl had broken free, and was now circled by Negan and his men. Heâd gotten caught looking for you. âWhereâs Y/n?â Daryl growled.
âMy ex,â Negan asked with a smile at Daryl, âyeah Iâd hit that,â he licked his lips and Daryl sneered, âbut this time it would be with a spiked baseball bat.â Daryl charged at Negan, but one of the guys stopped him. Daryl fought back. âWhere sheâs at doesnât matter, what does matter is that sheâs about to become my fifth wife.â Daryl stopped fighting and Neganâs minion let him go.
Negan walked away and his circle of men started in on Daryl.
Yet again Dwight woke you up by opening the door and letting light in. This time instead of setting down the dog food sandwich and water, Negan walked in.âGet up.â Negan told you and you did as he said. âFollow me.â he walked out, but you just stood there thinking it was a trap. He gave Dwight a nod and the skinny man moved around you and gave you a shove from the back. You finally started walking. Negan led you down several hallways until you came to a set of double doors. âGo inside.â You just looked at him. Then another shove came from Dwightâs hand and you fell forward through the doors. Inside you saw four women sitting around in the room. A tray of cheese and fruit sat on the table in the room along with wine and other drinks. Your mouth watered at the sight of the grapes and cheese.
âTake a good look.â You turned and looked at Negan who stood beside you. âThis is what you could have if you just say yes.â You looked back at the women in the room. They each wore black dresses. A read headed woman sat by herself on a small couch while a brunette woman and a black haired woman saton a couch talking and another blond woman was fixing herself a drink. âTalk to them, get to know them, then Iâll ask you again.â He turned and walked out of the room leaving you alone in the room with the women.
A woman with shoulder length brown hair, dressed in a tight fitting dress that stopped just above her knees, walked up to you and offered a sad smile. âHi.â
âHi.â You replied, your voice raspy from going so long without talking.
âYou want something to drink?â she asked and you looked around the room until your eyes found the stand at the back with ice and anvassortment of beverages. You just looked back at her and she jerked her head toward the drinks. You followed her and she put two cubes of ice in then a dark brown liquid you assumed as whisky. âHe wonât get mad.â She told you when you didnât take the glass. âJust take it. It might help.â You finally took the glass and in one fast movement you tilted the glass back and drank it all atonce. âIâm sherry.â She introduced herself.
âIs it worth it?â you asked her and when it felt like younhad more than one set of eyes on you, you looked around to see the others watching you. âSaying yes, marrying Negan?â you asked feeling like a mouse in a trap.
âItâs better than rotting in a cell.â The blond in the room answered without looking at you.
âWeâre not happy, but we have each other and we donât eat dog food.â The unfriendly red head said before she looked away from you and went back to chilling on the couch.
âI feel like Iâm selling out if I say yes. I have people, family out there that need me.â You say as you look around the room.
âItâs a decision only you can make. Weâre not going to sell you on it.â Sherry said putting a stop to the conversation. âMake the best of it while youâre here, eat, drink, think, whatever.â She said then looked at the clock. âHeâll be back soon.â
You were nibbling on a cube of cheese, savoring the taste when Negan walked in. The other women stood up and placed their hands behind their backs. You stayed seated on the couch. Negan walked over and pulled youup by your forearm. When you were out in the hall again Negan motioned Dwight away and he walked down the hall until he was out of earshot. Negan smiled at you and held his hands out to the side. âSo, will you marry me?â he asked and you just stared at him coldly.
âOn one condition.â You said and he dropped his hands then waved for you to talk. âI get twenty minutes alone with Daryl. After that, Iâm all yours.â
Negan sucked his lip into his mouth as he thought about it and it actually surprised you that he was even considering it. âTen.â
âFifteen.â You bargained and he nodded.
âFine. Fifteen minutes alone and not a second longer.â He said then started leading you down some halls that you had never been down before. âFirst, you bathe and change.â He stopped in front of an open door and inside you could see an old timey tub filled with water, a wood burning stove with a pot of boiling water on top, towels and a rack of black dresses and different containers of black high heels arranged by size. You walked inside then turned to look at Negan. âTake your time.â With that he shut the door.
Take your time you did. You were eager to see Daryl, if Negan was even going to keep his side of the deal. However you were not in any hurry to marry Negan. So you lounged in the tub till the warm water grew cold and your skin was pruned. Knowing that if you didnât eventually get out that they would assume you had committed suicide and come in after you, you got out anddried off. After skimming through your options of dresses on the rack you chosea pencil cut knee length dress with cap sleeves and a lace over lay. For shoes you chose a pair of black stilettos with a round toe and a criss-crossing ankle buckle.
Once dressed you opened the door and Negan froze when his eyes landed on you. âMother of Christ!â he said breaking his silence with a lean back. âIs she not the hottest thing youâve ever seen?â Negan asked Dwightâs replacement that stood a little ways behind Negan.
âYouâre lucky, Boss.â The guy said with an approving nod.
âCan you walk in those things?â Negan asked with a point at your tall heeled shoes.
You just raised a cocky brow at him. âI can run if I need to.â Negan just nodded and waved you out of the room with the ever present Lucille. He walked you to a door and stopped. âMe casa.â Negan said with a point to the door. About that time Dwight appeared from around the corner with his hand on Darylâs shoulder. You took a step towards Daryl but Negan stopped you. âNuh uhuh, not yet.â Negan looked at you then motioned Dwight and Daryl into his room.âDaryl and I are gonna have a little conversation first.â Dwight and Daryl disappeared through the door and you noticed that Daryl didnât even look at you. âKeep an eye on her.â he said to the other guy before he shut the bedroom door behind him. It seemed like forever passed before Negan and Dwight walked out and Negan motioned you in. âYouâre on the clock.â He said when you were inside then held up a stop watch and pushed the start button right before he shut the door.
As soon as the door was closed you rushed over to Daryl who backed away from you as if you were going to hit him. âWhat have they done to you?â you asked and he just looked at you, not talking. âIâm sorry.â You felt tears start slipping down your cheeks as you lifted your hand and cautiously pushed his hair out of his face.
âYou really gonna marry him?â he asked and you couldnât answer. âI thought you were better than that.â
âIâm not made of stone, Daryl, not like you. I couldnât take it anymore.â You defended yourself as you let your hands rest on his neck. âI justâŚâ you pressed your clean forehead to his dirty one. âI canât stand being away from you.â you whispered. Finally, Daryl moved and placed his hands on your hips. âI knew this would be the only way Iâd get to see you, even if itâs only this once.â
âCanât stand the thought of his hands on you.â Darylâs rough whispered words surprised you. Heâd never said anything like that to you before.
It gave you the courage to say what you made this deal to say. âWe only have fifteen minutes and I have to tell you this before we lose the time.â You made sure he was looking into your eyes before you continued. âI need you to know that I love you.â Daryl pulled back and looked confused. âIâve loved you for a long time and I-â
His lips on yours cut you off. Even with the split in his lip, dried blood and the grit of dirt, his lips felt like heaven, better than youâd ever imagined. He moved so his back was pressed against the wall before he let himself slide down, taking you with him.
You were straddling his lap, making out like a couple of teens when there came a bang on the door, âTimes up!â Neganâs words pulled you two apart.
You looked into his eyes, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks, âGoodbye, Daryl.â You whispered then kissed him one more time before you stood up. You were straightening your dress when Negan walked in. He looked at you then to where Daryl was still sitting on the floor.
âThat shit, is OVER.â Negan gestured to the two of you with Lucille as Dwight pulled Daryl up roughly. He kept him in the room as Negan slipped a plain silver band on your left ring finger. âWelcome home honey.â Negan smiled the leaned down to kiss you. You kept your eyes open as you half heartedly kissed Negan and watched with tear filled eyes as Dwight pulled Daryl out of the room and shut the door.
Authors Note: Sorry if this isnât what you wanted, but Iâmnot good at writing violence and Iâve never written anything with Negan in it because I donât quite feel like I have his character down pat yet. Anyway I hope this was at least close to what you asked for.
27 with Daryl x Reader where the reader has scars and tries to hide them but Daryl somehow sees them
Title: These Scars are Ours.
Pairing: DarylxReader
Warnings: Abuse.
Word Count: 1246
 You had scars. Theyâd been there, marring your skin, since you were just ten years old. Thatâs when it first started. Itâs when you had your innocence taken from you, changing you forever and stealing your childhood. The number of scars increased with the years, some faded while othersstill looked fresh to this day. Some were numb while others were sensitive to the touch. They were everywhere, hidden out of sight of the social worker that came to check out the house and make sure there was food in the pantry. They werenât easy to keep hidden, even in the summer you wore ž length sleeves. When the world went to shit taking privacy with it the scars that never faded became even harder to hide. But somehow youâd managed to keep them hidden from the others for around three or four years.
 You had been living in Alexandria for about a month now and slowly the group was moving to their own houses, but you and Daryl still remained in the main house. It had four bedrooms. Rick had his own room, Michonne had hers and Carl had his. You and Michonne were not super close nor were you and Rick. You all thought that since having his childhood ripped away by the walkers that Carl should have his own room. So you and Daryl ended up sharing. It wasnât a big deal. The two of you shared a king size bed and used separate blankets. You each got dressed out of eye sight of the other.
 In the mornings, if you woke up at the same time, you would take the room while he got dressed in the bathroom. If he woke up before you, which was usually the case, he would go ahead and get dressed in the room while you slept. This morning though, you woke up before him so you pulled some clean clothes out of your dresser then quietly closed it. You had changed from sleep shorts into a pair of jeans and had taken your thin, long sleeved shirt off to switch it for a different one when Darylâs voice broke the silence of the room making you jump and cover your chest with your tank top.
 âY/n.â you looked at him to see that he was still lying under the comforter with his hands behind his head. His eyes were glaring even more than usual. âCome âere.â You did as asked as he sat up on the side of the bed. When you got within reaching distance he grabbed the shirt and tugged it from your grasp. You uncomfortably crossed your arms over your chest. âWhere did all of these scars come from?â he touched a scar that was close to your belly button that also happened to be the most sensitive one. âY/n?â he asked and you started to shake. He stood up, grabbed your chin between his thumb and pointer finger and made you look athim. âTalk to me.â His gravelly whispered words caused a tear to slide down your cheek. âWho did this to you?â
 âNo one.â You whispered as you took a step back, grabbed your shirt off of the bed and pulled it over your head. When the fabric was out of your face you looked at him, remembering the scars youâd seen on his skin so many times that you forgot they were even there. âWho did that to you?â you asked with a jerk of your chin at his shirtles storso.
 âMy olâ man.â He answered. âMean, sum-bitch.â He sat backdown on the edge of the bed, realizing that it was still really early and if he had the choice, he would go back to sleep.
 His honest answer and the fact that it was the first time youâd ever heard him talk about his family other than Merle, made you move to sit down on the bed behind him and cross your legs. âMy mom.â You admitted and he cut his eyes over at you. âShe was crazy, had multiple personalities. Five of them and only one was nice.â
 âMerle and meâŚwhen we were bad, weâd get whipped.â He said and you blinked up at him.
 âI got burned with cigarettes,â you said as you moved to sit beside him then pointed to the circular scar near your belly button, the one hetouched, âlocked in my room for days with no food, stabbed with a fork,â you pointed at a scar of four small, consecutive holes, âand whipped with a dogleash.â You pointed at the slash mark on your torso. âEach personality had their favorite form of punishment. The good personality was more like the witch from Hansel and Gretel feeding me ice cream and candy. Fattening me up for the personality that liked to starve me.â you couldnât believe you were talking to him about this. You had never told anyone any of this before.
 âWhen Dad got drunk and Merle was goneâŚI was his ash tray. Made me sit next to his chair so he could put his smokes out on me.â you couldnât help but reach out and run your fingertips across his back. âMade me do his drug runs.â You could hear the tears in his voice. When he sniffled you leaned around him to look at his face. His head hung and his hair covered hiseyes, so you slid down off of the bed and stood in front of him. You hooked your finger under his chin and made him look at your tear streaked face. You were afraid you would get rejected when you stepped closer to him and let go of his chin to slide your arms over his shoulders crossing your wrists behind his head. But he leaned his head on your stomach and wrapped his arms around you.âYouâre like me.â he whispered so quietly that you almost didnât hear him.
 âWeâre not alone anymore, Daryl.â You croaked out and he picked his head up to look up at you with his chin resting on your stomach just below your breasts. You pushed his hair out of his face, simultaneously runningyour fingers through it. It was surprisingly clean and soft.
 In that moment you wanted to kiss him. But you werenât sure that it was the appropriate time. So instead you leaned down and kissed hisforehead. He just closed his eyes and sighed. After a minute of you just standing there with your hands in Darylâs hair, massaging his scalp while he hugged you. You took your hands out of his hair to grab his hands that were resting on your back, and opened his arms so that you could walk around him to crawl onto the bed. You pulled him along with you and he laid down beside you on his back, so you tucked yourself into his side. He wrapped the arm you were using as a pillow around you to play with your hair while his other arm was tucked behind his head.
You had been laying there for quite a while, almost asleep from his relaxing stroking of your hair when he spoke up âWeâre sharing the middle tonight.â You pushed yourself up on your forearm to smiledown at him. âAnd covers.â He added and you laughed as he slid his hand around to the back of your neck and pulled you down for a kiss.
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