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

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

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

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

Chapter 12

Oh god.

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

Oh God I’m kissing Daryl

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

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

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

But this

This was different.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We shouldn’t have done that”

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

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

What. The. Fuck

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

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

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

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

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

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season5 Warnings: slowish-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, Age gap Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

sorry this is kinda crap

Chapter 2

Aaron took me to his house, and as promised I got food for me and the baby, after that it was sort of all a blur. A short haired woman named Carol offered to take me and the baby in, she was looking after another baby called from time to time so she had most of the supplies and had a spare room. It was only after realized that crossbow was living with her too. He did not seem exited for me to be there, I could hear them arguing downstairs while I tried to nap, and he was cold, just being an ass for no reason. Well, I suppose butting into someone’s life was a reason. I felt bad, I was disrupting their life, and brought no real house skills except stabbing, mechanics and knitting. But Carol was kind, she cooked and looked after the boy I showered after she found out I was bringing him in with me. So far, she’s the only one I’ve let be with him without be being there. I think she’s used to quiet people, with Daryl in the house, and the Sheriff Rick, didn’t seem too chatty.

Apparently besides Aaron and Eric, I’ve only spoken to the other new comers, I suppose maybe it’s because we all have the same feral look, the others eyes are all lightly glazed over with the dumb assumption of safety and stability. I’ve decided I was going to stay a few more days, wanting the baby to fatten up, so when winter hits he’ll have enough body fat to stay warm. I’ve an “interview” with Aaron today, the usual woman who dose them just lost her son and her husband. I’m not sure what I expected, but walking out with the baby in arms, I felt dizzy with anger. Having to revisit everything, absolutely everything. I’d rather put them behind me and move on, danm this place for bringing it all back up. Just danm it all, I could hear my heartbeat, my body was going dumb with the rage. Can’t think about it now, really cant think about it now. I cannot have a blowout right now. Maybe a walk would make me want to break a window less.

I was mumbling to the baby, telling him about the sky and the walls, trying to stay hopeful for him, willing for him to live long enough to be able to talk back. I hold on to him, stopping at a field of grass by a wall, never wanting to let go, he was just so small, so small and this world is so big. Maybe I should stay, it could give him a better chance here, he could live but then there would be me. I would be a problem in this, I could snap at any minute, and who knows what I’ll do then. I awkwardly took my boots off, and felt the grass between my toes, this place couldn’t be as safe as it seems, there’s just no way. Maybe I could leave him and then maybe – “Hey, Nina right?” I snap my head behind me seeing a young boy with a big hat, also holding an infant.  “Yeah, uh, Hi” I offered him a smile, knowing it probably took a teenager guts to talk to a stranger “Sorry I don’t think I’ve met you yet, what’s your name?” He also smiled shyly, probably feeling extremely awkward, I would have too “yeah sorry I’m Carl, and this is Judith, we’re new too” ahh, my favourite people, he seemed sweet, harmless to this world “so, it seems like we’re both in the Way-too-young-to-be-holding-a-kid club, she your sister? Or did you just start early?” I joked, he went scarlet, he began to try and speak but nothing was coming out expect blubber, making me giggle ever more “I’m only joking, she’s your sister isn’t she?” He visibly sighed “Yeah, yeah she is, how did yo-” “Carol watches her so she has a lot of baby stuff at her house, she’s also the only other child in this town by the looks of it. “ Carl nodded, seeming satisfied with the explanation.

We were quiet for a second, I looked up at the wall, which was now casting a shade on us “it’s weird isn’t it, being inside” he said breaking the silence.  “yeah” I sighed “I don’t know how I feel about it, I’ve been on the run since I was 16” He hummed in agreement. “I was 11, it’s weird having your childhood filled with monsters, weirder seeing the kids here still being kids” We stayed silent for a moment, I’m sure he’s been through some shit, apparently they only got here about two months ago, must have been rough, no one survived out there without doing some fucked up shit. It was my turn to break the silence “I’m gonna put this guy down for a nap, if you need anything you can come to me okay? I’ll see you later okay” He smiled at me. Aw fuck why did I say that, I’m going to be leaving in a few weeks I shouldn’t be making roots.   

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