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Daryl Dixon

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Rick Grimes

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Day after day, week after week, you and Nick had been travelling. You were worried, stressed and just wanting to find your brother. You’d been in California since the start of the apocalypse, the Clarks had been like a second home, but when it came to the end of L.A you had a choice to make and when you told them you weren’t coming with them, you were going home to look for your brother and the rest of your family, you found yourself unable to say goodbye to Nick, he felt the same and decided to come with you, which left the rest of the Clarks to follow Victor into the great unknown and you tried to make the two day race without getting into too much trouble on the roads.

But lack of fuel, traffic, and the undead made it a struggle to get there. You tried so hard to search for your brother, but when you arrived in your home town, his house was long gone. It hurt you, it made you worry. What were you going to do now? Nick had come with you for nothing; he’d left his family for no damn reason.

It was the worst night that night, curled up on a mattress crying and uttering that you were sorry for him coming for no reason, that you were sorry and that you hated yourself for making him come. But Nick just held you that night, told you that it was alright, that you’d be okay, that they’d head to Atlanta next and they’d keep trying to look, just for a while.

It was different now; it wasn’t a hunt for your brother. It was a hunt to save your lives. While Nick was good at hiding who you both were from the walkers, it was still hard. You had lost all hope, you didn’t know what to do anymore, you didn’t know how to cope. You’d lost your family, lost the only other people who loved you.

That was however, until you stumbled across a prison, the pair of you stood together at the edge, covered in walker blood watching the people inside. It was then, it was then you saw him. You moved alone the fence, your heart thumping harder and harder. You wanted so badly to scream out, to shout his name. It was Rick. You knew you shouldn’t speak, shouldn’t give up who you were with these walkers around, but you couldn’t help it, the name just came out. “Rick!”

Several times you screamed his name, until he started to make his way toward the fence to see who you were, but at this point the walkers were on you, causing you to turn around. Fear appearing in on your face. Nick was beside you, all you had were a couple of knives. Trying to fight them off alone, felt useless, this was the end if they didn’t let you in. But then it seemed someone was looking out for you, because guns started to go off, and people were outside of the gates trying to get rid of the walkers to get the pair of you in.

“Get in, get in now!” Rick shouted, causing you and Nick to race into the prison. Landing on the ground, you lay on the ground for a moment. Rolling over, you looked up at Rick and found tears forming in your eyes. “Rick.” You said softly, as he reached down to pull you up. “Y/N.” Standing up, you hugged tightly, tears spilling from your eyes. “I thought you were dead.” You heard him whisper, causing you to laugh slightly too. “I thought you were too.”

WILL NOT WRITE

Regarding intense topics:

Necrophilia

Incest/Grooming

Infantilization of characters / Age Play

Rape, drugging, sex trafficking

Cheating (whether on the reader's end or requested character)

Actual torture and/or abuse between reader and requested character

Underage reader / romantic relations with canonical underage characters

Regarding non-problematic topics, I just don't want to write them:

Pregnant reader or reader with a new born

Yandere

Reader as a child

More intense things I'm okay with writing:

Voyeurism/Exhibitionism

Doms/subs

Reader being tortured/abused by a non-requested character

Dad's best friend

Violence in order to protect reader

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How had this happened? You didn’t know, but now you were lying in bed with Negan after an extremely intense night of talking, kissing and sex. You’d fallen asleep wrapped in his arms; a strange feeling inside you as he held you. You’d never really expected to be in Negan’s arms, let alone want to be protected by him. It was truly strange and to make matters worse, you’d found your heart fluttering during the night as he’d talked to you, and touched you. You did feel guilty though, you’d betrayed your family, they’d be devastated if they knew about this.

Negan had been someone else last night, not the brutal killer that he’d been before, he was someone that would listen to you, someone that protected those close to him and punished those who betrayed him. You understood him now, you understood everything and it was getting very weird, maybe you’d found yourself starting to feeling him, maybe you’d found yourself falling in love with him, had you really? Was that possible?

You had no idea they’d come to rescue you, no idea they were there until you opened your eyes that morning to find Rick stood over you with Lucille, the rest of the group guns out, shock on their faces. “How could you do this Y/N?” Hearing Maggie’s voice was the worst, it made you feel guilty, made you feel awful. “I’m sorry.” Before you could say anything else, someone pulled you from the bed and held you as Rick got ready to strike.

“Rick, don’t, please, don’t!” You begged, you knew it sounded strange, but as Daryl’s hands griped hold of you and you stared at Negan you found yourself struggling. “Please Rick, please don’t.” It was then and only then Negan woke up, his eyes meeting Rick’s and a soft dark chuckle leaving his lips. “Well, well, well. Look what we’ve got here, go ahead Rick.” Negan told him. “Rick…” You said softly, earning an angry look from Rick.

“Shut your mouth traitor!” He snapped, it was a rich comment when they’d forgiven Andrea for sleeping with the governor, but you weren’t going to be forgiven? “Go on Rick, murder me in my bed.” Negan moved as Rick moved to smash him in the head, his hand pulling out a gun. “Shall we see who is faster?” Negan asked. “Rick, please, stop!” You begged as you struggled to get out of Daryl’s grip.

No one could tell you what happened next, no one could explain it. You slipped from Daryl’s arms and ran forward as Rick brought Lucille down and Negan fired the gun. Taking both the bullet and the barbed wire bat, you collapsed to the ground. Landing on the hard ground, you heard people screaming, felt Negan rushing to you and grabbing you, Rick stood still, his eyes going red and puffy and his lip quivering. “I…”

Looking up as the world around you became hazy; your hand felt Negan taking hold of yours. His hand on the gun shot. You felt Maggie beside you as well, trying to stop the bleeding; Daryl was trying to calm Rick. “I’m sorry.” You uttered, your eyes looking at Maggie. She slowly shook her head. “Don’t, just don’t die… please.” You couldn’t keep that promise and you knew it, your world was slowly starting to turn dark.

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Going on runs were never easy, especially not when you weren’t talking to the person you were on a run with. You’d heard Rick talking the day before about not wanting to go on a run with you, and you found yourself wondering if that was because you weren’t exactly the strongest. You weren’t Rosita, or Michonne, or even Maggie. You seemed weak in comparison to any of those, you guessed he really only tolerated you because you were Daryl’s little sister. You stayed quiet in the trunk, the stereo blasting some old eighties music, which you didn’t mind too much, you’d always liked older stuff than the music that came out before the apocalypse.

“Everything alright?” Rick finally asked, causing you to look over at him. “Fine.” You responded. “You didn’t have to come you know, Daryl would’ve or I could’ve gone with Aaron.” You suggested, shrugging your shoulders, and then glancing over at him. “I said I would go on the next run, especially seeing as how far we’re going. It made sense.” Rick responded with a shrug. “Didn’t you need to be around incase Negan shows up?” He shook his head once again, causing the cab to fall into silence as you continued to drive.

You drove in silence for the most part, the conversation starting every so often, but then failing once again, making the drive one of the most awkward you’d experienced in a long time. Noticing Rick Yawning, you glanced away, biting on your lip. You’d always had a crush on Rick and he looked so cute when he was tired, you’d noticed after the prison fell, travelling with him, you couldn’t stop looking at him sometimes. “Want me to take over?” You asked softly, glancing at him. Rick smiled. “No it’s alright. We’ll pull over soon and make camp for the night.”

This was awkward and you found yourself getting frustrated, you were going to have to sleep in the back with him tonight, but with things already so awkward the idea of this made you feel very nervous. Glancing over at him once more, you then quickly pulled your eyes away. “How much further till we’re there?” You questioned softly. “We should be there tomorrow about midday as long as we set off early.” He explained causing you to nod and smile. “Alright, sounds good.”

Rick glanced at you once more. “Are you sure everything is alright?” Feeling the truck stop, you glanced at him and nodded, before climbing out and looking around. You were exhausted, not because you were tired but because this silence was tiring, neither of you talking, when you’re meant to be working together. Letting out a small sigh, you walked a little away from the truck, completely forgetting to keep your wits about you; you were too busy being caught up in why Rick didn’t like you.

“Y/N!” The sound of a shout caused you to turn around. Coming face to face with a walker, you went to reach for your knife, but it was too late, the walker was on you and you were taken down onto the ground. Fighting with him, you tried to get him off. “Rick!” You screamed, as you tried to get him off of you. He was quickly pulled off of you and stabbed in the head. You lay there on the ground, looking down at the dead walker for a moment, before taking Rick’s hand as he pulled you up. “Are you alright?” Nodding softly, you glanced down at the walker. “Yeah… I’m alright.”

A moment later you glanced at him and sighed. “I’m sorry.” You whispered before walking off toward the truck. “Y/N.” Feeling his hand on your arm, you turned around and looked at him. “Yes?” He looked worriedly into your eyes. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, causing you to pull your hand away from him. “I’m sorry I’m not stronger, I’m sorry that I’m not like the others. I know you didn’t want to come on this run with me because I’m not strong like them.” You admitted looking away from him, taking a breath to stop yourself feeling sad.

“Y/N…” Rick whispered taking a step closer and grabbing your hand. “I didn’t want to come on this run, but not because you’re weak… Which you’re not by the way, you’re far from weak!” Rick said looking into your eyes. “I didn’t want to come on this run because I didn’t want to betray Daryl.” Looking at him confused, you found yourself tilting your head slightly. “What do you mean betray Daryl?” You questioned in hardly a whisper. “I mean that I’ve had feelings for you since before Terminus and I wanted to be with you, but… I didn’t want to betray your brother by being with you.”

The three of you had never had a problem before. Sure thing had been a little weird at first, back at the prison, but how could they not have been with a motorcycle riding redneck, a widowed sheriff with two kids , and finally you all trying to figure out a relationship. You made it work of course after all, as Rick said “What we do, that’s our business,” You tried to let his words sink in whilst his hand stroked the base of your neck  and his lips found your forehead, all the while Daryl sits to the side of you on the bed cleaning his crossbow, before he heads out on a run.

You wished the three of you had had more quiet time at the prison, even now as you sat on the porch in Alexandria with Judith in your lap. At the prison you’d been leaders living with your family, so you at least had that as reassurance. Now in Alexandria you were still unsure of just where you belonged. Sure Rick was a constable again, and Daryl was happy being a recruiter but that left you as some strange variation of a house wife, making sure there was food on the table, looking after Little Ass Kicker, trying to get involved with the community where you could. This life was good, great even but it wasn’t what you’d pictured for yourself before things had gone bad. Still being here, living in a house, with a kitchen and a dvd player was far better than life on the road. After the prison you’d been with Carol, Tyrese, Judy and the girls. For weeks you weren’t even sure if the men u loved were alive, a feeling of dread filling your stomach. You could still see the moment you found them, you hands were red with the blood of the man inside the cabin, but you saw Carol walking up the path ahead of some others. Judy in your arms you thought it best that you and Tyrese go out to meet her to quietly explain to her what had happened. It was when you stepped out onto the cabin patio that you saw them. The two of them were walking together, still quite a pace away, with Carl and Michonne nearby. They’re hair was longer, Rick’s beard was a mess, and Daryl clearly needed a haircut, but they were still the same. The next few moments were a blur, the pair racing to you till they had you in you arms again. The five of you reunited, there were hurried kisses all around, with contented grins of “You’re alive,” From all of you. No matter what happened to you know, that was honestly the best moment of your life.

It was the cool mid-afternoon November air that pulled you from your daydream, carefully you tightened Rick’s jacket around yourself, before tucking Judy back up in her blanket before leaning your head on it’s fluffy collar that smelt so much like one of the men you loved, of course you preferred to wear Daryl’s vest, but he had a habit of taking it with him when he went outside the walls. You liked to sit outside on the steps. It was comforting to see the community around you, even if they did mostly just leave you to your business.

“Y/n,” Daryl’s voice sounded from where he was walking up the path. “What are you two doing out here?” He asked as he reached you, placing a hand on the little girl’s head before leaning in to kiss your cheek. Daryl was never one for public displays of affection, but sometimes he could make an exception.

“We were just getting some fresh air,” You explained, getting up and reaching out and tucking a stray hair behind his ear. “You like sitting out here don’t you Judy?” You ask with a grin earning a giggle from the girl. “Never mind me anyway, you back early. What’s up?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“‘M tired,” Daryl admitted with a shrug. “But Aaron wanted to get back to Eric to help with the party tonight so,”

You nodded in response. “Did you manage to find anyone today?” You ask as you begin to make your way back up the stairs. All be it at a rather slow pace.

“Nah, but I did manage to find these,” He replied reaching around in his messenger bag before giving you a small pile of objects. The first of which was a medium sized, brown teddy bear, followed, by a dress and a few kids books.

“These are great thanks babe,” You grinned cheekily. Aaron had told Daryl one of the first times they went out there, he needed something to do, something fun. He himself was trying to collect nameplates from all fifty states. Whilst Daryl was collecting things you three could put into Judith’s new nursery.

“‘S nothing,” He shrugged as the pair of you reached the doorway, shooting you a smile. “Just thought she’d look cute in the dress,”

You were about to respond when you heard a voice of another on the stairs. Rick. “What are you three doing out here?” Came his voice, as he walked quickly up the stairs to join you by the door, wrapping one arm around your waist ad placing the other affectionately on Daryl’s shoulder.

“Well this little one and I,” You told him gesturing to the girl “Were out here getting some fresh air when this one decided to come home early,” You explained turning slightly to press a kiss to his cheek. Before watching as he kissed daryl’s forehead.  “Anyway how was your day officer?”

“Slow.” He replied. “But it was nice to be honest, I bumped into Carl with his friends, so I took the chance to embarrass him. Oh and you should wear my coat more often babe,” Rick grinned, causing you to blush like a school girl. Much to the enjoyment of both hum and Daryl.

Leaning down to check your watch, you smirked. “Well it’s this one’s nap time,” You smoothed down some of the sleepy little girls hair. “Which means we finally have some alone time,”