At the sound of Daryl's voice, he turned just in time to see Daryl haul back a fist and then he found himself on the ground and dazed with the archer coming at him again.
"What the fuck is wrong with ya?! Huh?!"
Glenn and Rick were there pulling Daryl off and trying to hold him back. But Daryl was still raging. "How could ya just leave her like that?! She needed ya and ya left her?!"
A hand on his face, he was in shock and stammering, trying to defend himself. "It was—it was complicated, okay?!"
"There ain't nothin' complicated about it," Daryl growled. "Ya abandoned her when she needed ya the most. And ya best sleep with one eye open from now on..."
Prompt: "How could ya just leave her like that?" / "It was—It was complicated, okay?"
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So I’m a glasses girly (with thiccc lenses, my eyes suck) and I haven’t come across many Daryl/Reader fics where Reader has glasses.
I was wondering if I could request a fic with a glasses girly. Maybe a little angst with her lenses breaking during a walker attack and someone being an asshole and wanting to leave her behind cos now she’s blind af and can't tell a walker from a person with a limp? And lots of fluff and protective!Daryl being her eyes and teaching her how to survive despite being criminally nearsighted? Please?
Go buck-wild with it.
In his line of sight
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader
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💌 a/n: What's funny is that i've been wearing glasses since I was 7 and never once have I imagined myself in the apocalypse with them on. Mind you I daydream a whole lot and can't see shit without em.
Classification: Fluff
Content warning: none.
Temporal setting: Season 4
Word count: 0.9k
You heard the crack before you felt the sting. Your body had slammed against the tree harder than you realized, your glasses bouncing right off your face and hitting the forest floor with a muted crunch beneath someone’s boot. You scrambled forward, hands out but it was too late. The right lens was cracked straight through and the other was just...gone.
“Shit,” you breathed, blinking hard. The world around you smeared into a watercolor painting gone wrong…shapes, shadows and motion but nothing clear, nothing safe.
The walkers were still behind you, close. You staggered sideways, trying to orient yourself, trying to find the group but everything was wrong. Every sound felt like it was coming from two directions and every branch that snapped made your heart slam into your ribs.
You turned, nearly colliding with a figure.
“Don’t move!” you cried. “I–I can’t see. Just say something!”
The figure hesitated so you raised your gun with firm hands. Whether you could see or not, it was them or you and you’d empty the whole magazine to make that choice for the both of you if needed.
“Say something if you’re not a walker!”
“You’re slowin’ us down,” someone snapped to your left.
Rick’s voice? No. Too young, too smug. Jared, the asshole from that supply run a few weeks back. “We should’ve kept moving.”
“I just need a second.” you begged, reaching out again.
“No. You need new eyes.” And then he was walking, no, running away. Footsteps fading, leaving you alone like a coward, until suddenly, you weren’t.
A rough hand caught your arm and a low and familiar voice followed. “Easy,”
“Daryl?” Your own voice cracked. “I–I can’t see. They stepped on my glasses and now I’m–”
“I know.” His hand wrapped around your arm, eyes taking in your distressed state. “Yer okay. We’re gonna move real slow now, alrigh’?”
You nodded, blinking rapidly, tears burning your eyes from more than just the cold air. “I can’t tell what’s a walker anymore. Everything’s…shapes. Just shapes!”
“I know, I know. I gotcha.” His hand didn’t leave your arm. “Y’ain’t gotta see, just listen t’me.”
The walk was slow, cautious and his voice became your tether.
“Root there. Step over.”
“To yer righ’. Hear it? That ain’t us, stay low.”
“Don’t swing ‘til I tell you.”
Somehow, you made it back to the safehouse. Your legs were jelly, your ribs ached and your broken glasses were clutched in your fist like a useless charm but you were alive because of him.
That night, while the others argued around the fire about whether you’d be “fit” for future runs, you sat quietly in the corner, wrapped in one of Daryl’s flannels, blinking into the blurred orange glow but you could hear every word.
“It’s too risky.”
The redhead agreed. “She’s basically blind without ‘em.”
“Look, I ain’t heartless but come on, this world needs people who can keep up.”
That same guy, scoffed and flippantly raised his pistol in your direction, more out of mockery than intent yet Daryl’s reaction was instant and his crossbow was aimed between the guy’s eyes before the idiot even registered what he’d done.
“Ya ever point tha’ thing at’er again,” Daryl said, voice low and dangerous, “I’ll rip ya apart with my own hands. You’ll be dead before you hit the ground. You understand?”
The guy froze and so did everyone else.
“Yeah,” the guy muttered quickly, lowering his weapon. “I understand.”
Daryl didn’t lower the crossbow until he’d turned his back. Then, finally, Daryl spoke again.
“She sees more than any of you sorry assholes.” He paused, making sure everyone got every word. “She stays and if ya dun like it, door’s righ’ there…hell, I’ll help ya out m’self.”
The silence after that was heavy and later, once the fire had burned down and the others drifted off, you felt someone kneel beside you.
“Ya okay?” he asked.
You sniffed, laughing bitterly. “Sure. Can’t see past my own hand, but sure.”
He was quiet for a beat. “Y’know... my brother used to say I couldn’t track for shit…Said I was dumb for watchin’ the dirt.”
“Were you?”
“Nah.” You could hear the shrug in his voice. “Just took me longer t’ learn. That’s all this is.”
You finally looked up, or at least toward the shape of him. “You’re saying I’m not useless?”
“Mhm.” He reached into his pocket and pulled something out. You squinted. “Found this on our way back. Ain’t much, but...”
He pressed something into your palm. A glasses case, bent and dirty. But inside? A pair of reader glasses, not your prescription, quite far from it frankly, but close enough that the world shifted into a somewhat dull focus.
You blinked fast. “Daryl…”
“I know. Ain’t perfect,” he muttered, looking away. “But it’ll help ’til we find better…’m thinkin’ retirement homes is where we’ll find our happiness…no offense.”
“None taken.” You chuckled. “I thought you didn’t believe in luck.”
“I don’t.”
You smiled, his face becoming clearer from how close he sat. “Then what was this?”
He scratched the back of his neck. “I dunno. Care? Or sumthin’ like tha’.”
He stood to go but your hand shot out, grabbing his sleeve.
“Hey,” you said, your voice small but steady. “When you said I see more than them… what did you mean?”
He hesitated at first, then spoke quietly. “You saw me…since Atlanta, even when I couldn’t.”
Your breath caught and you didn’t let go of his sleeve as tears started to blur your vision further.
⚠️Warnings: Attempted Sexual Assault, Violence, Blood, Swearing.
Description: You and the group are on a run and stop overnight to rest, but a stranger somehow makes their way in.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
A/N: Please make sure you read the warnings, it’s not too graphic but I don’t want to trigger anyone. Stay safe! And thank you for all the love recently<3 - dixonsarrows
Crash.
I wake up quickly, my heart beating loudly in my chest. Slowly, I stand up and make my way to the door of the room, making sure to not stand on anyone. I poke my head around the door, peaking out.
All of a sudden, I feel someone grab my shoulder and I go to scream but feel a hand slap over my mouth. I look up at the man. A stranger.
How the fuck did he get in here? Where’s Daryl? He’s supposed to be on watch.
I struggle in his grip, trying to work my way out of it. My body thuds against the floor as the man throws me to the ground, still holding his hand over my mouth and the other pinning me down and straddling me with his legs either side. I whimper, trying to make any sound to wake the others.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch. I was just gonna rob your group, but after seeing your pretty face..”
The man paused for a second, licking his lips.
“I’m gonna get something else I want.”
With that, he puts a hand around my throat and reaches into his pocket, grabbing a cloth which he then ties around my face, making it into a gag, so I still couldn’t talk. Attempting to scream into the gag, I reach my hand up to try and punch him in the face. He quickly pulls a knife to my throat.
“I said shut up. You try anything and I’ll slit your fucking throat.” He muttered, his voice laced with venom.
The man briefly lifts his hips up to attempt to unzip his pants and I take the opportunity to lift up my knee and whack him in the balls, making him fall to the side.
“Fuckin’ bitch, you’re gonna get it now.” He grunts, attempting to get on top of me once again.
Luckily, I was already knelt on one knee, so I somehow manage to shove him away and stand up. Before I know it though, he’s got me pinned against the wall, one hand around my throat and the other still clutching the knife. Struggling to breath, I attempt to knee him in the balls again; but this time he only moves slightly to the side, but enough for me to bring my hand up grabbing the knife by the blade. I wince as I feel it digging into my hand. In a split second, I whack my head against his, causing him to stumble back and let go of my neck, his grip loosening enough on the knife for me to grab it- flicking it round so the handle is in my hand.
Using all my body weight, I slam him against the wall and on instinct, I plunge the knife into his neck, taking it out and doing the same thing again- blood splattering all over me and up the wall. He slumps to the floor and I stumble back, dropping the knife and slowly bringing my hands up to untie the gag.
“Y/N? What the fuck ‘appended?” I hear Daryl’s panicked voice along with his thumping footsteps.
I can’t move, my feet stuck in place and my eyes stuck on the man I just stabbed. The man. Not a walker. But a man.
I feel Daryl’s hands on to tops of my arms and I jump, looking up at him.
“I- He was gonna-”
He pulls me into a tight hug. His strong arms wrapping around my currently fragile body.
“‘s’okay. Ya did what ya had to.” He mumbled against my hair, not letting go of me.
“I- I killed him.” I mumbled, feeling completely numb.
“He was gonna r-” I can’t even finish the sentence as I attempt to swallow the sob I feel rising in my throat.
“Don’t ya dare feel guilty about killin’ that motherfucker, Y/N. Ya had to, alrigh’?” He says as he pulls away, holding me at arms length to study me.
Scanning my body for any marks, his eyes land on bleeding hand. He pulls out a handkerchief from his back pocket and gently wraps it around my hand- enough to stop the bleeding with it not causing more pain.
“W-where was y-you, Daryl?” I mumble, trying to stop my voice shaking.
“‘m’so sorry, Y/N. I was patrollin’ round, I never even realised. Shit, I’m sorry.” He responded, bring his hand up to rest on my cheek, his thumb wiping away a stray tear.
Suddenly, I hear the door the room behind us open, Rick’s voice ringing out.
“What happened? Is everyon-” He started.
“How tha fuck did none of ya wake up?! Y/N almost got fuckin’ killed!” Daryl suddenly yelled, taking his hands from me and pointing accusingly at Rick.
“You were the one on watch-”
“STOP.” I yelled, interrupting the soon-to-be argument.
“Just stop. I- I handled it.” My voice reduces to a whisper at the end of my sentence.
Reaching my arm out, I tug on Daryl’s sleeve, trying to get him closer to me. I hear him sigh as he steps back towards me and embraces me in a hug once again, gently kissing the top of my head.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there, darlin’.” He mumbles quietly, his hand rubbing circles on my back.
“J-just.. please don’t leave me again.” I mutter, my voice breaking.
Cara slid out of the car as Carl jumped out of the back and handed her a set of crutches, "Here sis" Carl said, "I can't believe you broke your ankle... Daryl is gonna kill you" He said, rolling his eyes.
"Don't remind me" She groaned as she looked around before her eyes fell on Daryl who was stalking towards the car. "Oh shit, I was hoping he was out with Aaron today... looks like he got home early" She muttered to Carl. Carl looked up at his sister before over at Daryl.
"He looks... pissed"
Cara sighed as she steadied herself on the crutches and looked up at Daryl as he stopped in front of her. "What the hell happened Caralee?!" He asked angrily. Carl opened his mouth to speak but Daryl glared at him. "I asked my girl what happened Carl. Not you" He growled, Cara bit her lip. "I told you not to go out on runs when I'm away.. I knew it was a bad idea to begin with and you disregard everything I said! No wonder you got hurt!" He yelled pointing at her ankle. Cara glared up at him;
"Daryl Dixon, I'm one of the best runners we have here in Alexandria. I wasn't going to let my fifteen year old brother go alone" She growled back up at him. "Yes, I did something stupid. Yes I broke my ankle" She said before Daryl angrily opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off. "HOWEVER, If I hadn't I wouldn't have a little brother anymore" She growled, "So get off my ass about not going on runs anymore... because we all got jobs to do."
y"You better watch your mouth Sunshine" He glared, "Today... it's a broken damn ankle... tomorrow it could be--"
"I always have back up, Dixon" She glared at him, "Whether it's Carl, Dad or Michonne" She told him, "Hell even Jesus when I go on runs for Hilltop-- Shit" Cara knew he didn't know about those runs, Those were the long ones that she went on when he was out recruiting for Alexandria. Daryl raised his eyebrow as he smirked, Cara knew she was in for it now.
"Runs with Jesus huh? I don't remember you going for runs with Jesus for Hilltop" Daryl said before roughly picking her up bridal style as he started to carry her back to their place.
"Daryl..." Came Carl's voice taking a step after them, Daryl turned to face him.
"Bring the crutches by later, and no I'm not gonna hurt her." He said, "I've never hurt her, Aral (Ar-el) and I just need to have a conversation about keeping things from each other and it would be better to do said conversation in the confines of our own house." he said, he was really articulate when he wanted to be. Carl nodded slowly picking up the crutches and putting them back in the car.
~~Home~~
"Daryl set Cara down on her arm chair by the fireplace. "Talk" He said sternly as she shifted guiltily in her chair. "Aral, I'm not going to say it again" Cara sighed softly before beginning;
"When you first started recruiting, I would stay here just like you wanted... but when Jesus and I became friends, he started teaching me self defense then wanted me to go on runs with him for Hilltop." She spoke, her eyes never leaving the candle in front of her. "We've gone on fifteen runs while you have been away and I've always come back without a scratch... you were so adamant about me staying here while you were gone... I didn't think I should tell you.. Though... Paul's under the impression that you know..." She continued. "I liked being outside the walls... and with each run we normally go between 50 to 100 miles away" She said telling him everything. Daryl was pacing the living room as she talked, he was getting angrier and angrier as she spoke.
"So.. you kept these runs from me.. lied to your best friend... and.. went farther out then you should of... Anything else that I need to know about?" he growled at her, Cara shook her head. "You're not leaving Alexandria until after your ankle heals and then another month after that... you hear me?" He asked her sternly. Cara attempted to stand up before falling back and wincing.
"D that's not fair! Come on! Jesus and I have plans to go on a run next week!" Daryl raised an eyebrow at her.
"You couldn't go anywhere on that ankle anyway" Daryl said gruffly, "Come on, you're goin' on bed rest until that ankle is mended" He said, picking her up again and taking her up the steps. "You're a crazy little girl you know that? You're two fucking months pregnant and still going on runs... Now you've gone an broken that damned ankle of yours." Cara grumbled;
"Maggie went on runs until she was eight months pregnant and I'm a better runner then her!" She said brattily, Daryl placed her gently on the bed, putting a pillow under her ankle before speaking.
"Maggie ain't my girl" He said sternly as he sat next to her. "MY girl is done with runs until our baby is born... I'm not even sure if I'm going to allow you to go after that. Our baby can't loose it's mother" Cara sighed before nodded.
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"Ya ain't gotta leave. Ya can't. Please." Daryl's voice was pleading. "I'll protect ya."
Your eyes were wide, fearful, and slightly glassy as you shook your head. "You can't. Daryl, no one can. Not from him."
"Bullshit. Yer still afraid? Even right now? Because ya know him. Well so do I. 'N 'm tellin' ya I will protect ya. He's gonna have to go through me to get to ya and he won't be able to. Please. Ya can't leave. I dunno what I'd do with out ya. Everything would be... complete shit."
Prompt: "I'll protect you." / "You can't. No one can. Not from him." / "You're still afraid, even right now, because you know him? Well, so do I. And I am telling you I will protect you."
Daryl fixed his blue eyes on you and his gaze was steely and intense. "When are ya gonna quit this, huh? Come on back to Alexandria."
You ignored him and just kept stitching the latest rip in your jacket.
"Ya've got people back home desperate to help ya, people who actually give a damn and would drop everythin' if ya'd just tell us what kinda trouble yer in." He shifted nervously and one of his hands clenched into a fist for a brief moment. "There's—people—who—who would take on the world for ya if ya'd let 'em."
This time, because of something in his voice, you looked up at him and your eyes connected for a long, intense moment.
Then he ducked his head and his voice was softer when he spoke again. "Why're ya bein' so damn stubborn?"
You let out a dry laugh. "You're an expert on that, aren't you?"
The muscles in his jaw tensed as his teeth clenched together. But he didn't take the bait. "We're—I'm worried about ya out here. And whatever trouble yer in, it's my trouble now too. I dun care if yer tryin' to push me away."
