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I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH DARYL

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Some days it was hard to cope.

The world you knew was gone, and with it, everything you once thought was safe.

Of course, then Rick found you and brought you to Alexandria, and then… then you met him.

Nothing had to happen. After all, you were both very different.

Probably before the outbreak, neither of you would have ever spoken to the other.

He looked like someone you would have crossed the street to avoid, and you looked like someone he would glance at for a moment before thinking you were a snob.

But you were no longer in that world, and now you may have had different personalities, but you still had something in common: you were both survivors.

At first, neither of you spoke to the other at all. Rick introduced you to him, just like he did with everyone else, but neither of you had anything to say to each other, so things remained that way for a while.

As the days passed, you didn't approach him to talk, but during council meetings or at harvest time, he would ask you occasional questions about how things were going, to check that you were adjusting well to city life.

These actions, however much you were inwardly grateful, only gave you false hope that something more than just friendship could develop between you.

From harvest time onward, you began to talk more, until you became acquaintances, and from there, friends.

You saw him off every day before he went to look for supplies, and when he returned, his inseparable companion, Dog, would look for you, knowing you'd give him a treat for his hard work.

Daryl watched you and Dog for a moment before looking away and starting to unload the things he was carrying into his motorcycle's saddlebags.

His thick, jet-black bangs partially covered his eyes, hiding the excited gleam in them as he took in the scene.

That day you woke up early.

The sun was shining in the sky, which meant it was going to be a good day, regardless of the fact that you had arranged to meet him to track down an animal that would provide food for at least a couple of weeks.

You had arranged to meet at your studio, so you walked there briskly.

You liked to paint, so for some time now, you had a small, shed-like space where you painted and did your drawings and crafts.

Maggie asked you to draw a portrait of Glenn, and when she hung it on her wall, she burst into tears because of how much it resembled him.

Probably at that moment, you decided that if the world were like it was before the outbreak, you would have wanted to be an artist.

You arrived at the studio in a few minutes.

You placed your hand on the doorknob and pushed the door open.

You didn't need to look at him, because you already knew he was there.

His scent of leather, burnt wood, and humor was everywhere.

"We can go right away" you murmured, opening one of the cabinets. "I just need to grab a few things and we can…"

"Y/N," he interrupted, his serious voice startling you.

"What…?"

You went to ask, but when you saw what he was holding, the color drained from your face, and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

You had left your new notebook open on the table before you left, and without realizing it, all your new work, your new drawings and your writing were on display for anyone who came in.

You swallowed hard as you saw him glance from the notebook to you, and back again.

"Daryl, I…" you murmured shyly, noticing your cheeks turning red with embarrassment. "…I didn't mean to, it wasn't my intention."

"You drew me" he whispered, pointing to the portraits done in pencil and charcoal on the once-white pages of the notebook, "and you made notes in the margins."

"Oh my God, this is so embarrassing," you blurted out. "You shouldn't have read that, you shouldn't have known, at least not like this, please don't be mad at me"

"I'm not mad at you, Y/N," he whispered, reassuring you. "I'm just amazed, that's all," he said. "I mean, this… it's really well done," he whispered, his blue eyes resting on you. "How long have you been doing this?"

"I only recently started with portraits," you confessed. "My art teacher in high school told us that when doing portraits, it's best to start with a familiar face, like yours," you added, pressing your lips into a thin line.

"Of course," he said, focusing on the short lines written at the bottom of the drawing. "After a rainy day, his wet hair sticks to his temples and both sides of his head, giving him a mysterious and rugged look," he read, making you want to crawl into a cave for the rest of your life and never come out again. "He rests, sitting on a rock, his gaze weary, waiting for a new day," he tilted his head toward you. "I didn't know you wrote too."

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Dixon," you joked, before gesturing toward the door. "We have to go."

"Really?" he questioned. "I don't think so," he said. "Don't rush it, the deer aren't going anywhere." He shook his head. "You know what I mean."

"Of course," you whispered. "Daryl, I… I'm sorry I didn't tell you, that I kept it a secret because I was afraid that…"

"Afraid that…" he encouraged you to continue. "I haven't bitten anyone yet, Y/N," he joked. "You know you can talk to me about anything."

"I don't want us to just be friends," you blurted out. "I don't have anything else to say, that's all," you added. "I chose you as the model for my portraits because I know your face perfectly, because when I'm not with you, you're always on my mind, and it's impossible to forget the features of the person you're with."you continued. "Before coming to Alexandria, I felt lost and incomplete," you said. "Now I know I've found my place. I don't feel alone anymore, and that feeling of emptiness I used to feel is gone, and it's all thanks to…"

Daryl didn't let you finish.

He closed the distance between you, kissing you as if he needed the air from your lungs to keep breathing.

You sighed against his mouth as you felt his hands on your waist, lifting you onto one of the tables that wasn't occupied by any painting supplies or anything like that.

You ran your fingers through his hair, and this time it was he who growled against your lips, noticing how you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

At one point, he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, his breath ragged.

"I don't want us to just be friends either" he whispered, before kissing you again.

Daryl was so careful With you, you even felt like crying.

It wasn't your first time by any means, but it felt like it was.

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH RICK

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Rick was surprised to see you had survived.

Not because you couldn't—you were perfectly capable of that and much more—but because you had done so under the worst possible conditions.

In the woods, surrounded almost every day by walkers, with few animals and even less fruit to eat, and subjected to the harsh weather day in and day out.

Because nature didn't know the world had ended, so when it rained, it poured, and when the sun shone, the wisest thing to do was find shelter as soon as possible, so your skin wouldn't get scorched.

He found you one of the days you had wandered a little way from your makeshift camp to try and hunt a deer, which you had seen roaming around for several days.

You hid among some branches, hoping to see the animal, but the one you actually saw was him.

You had two options before you in that situation.

The first option was to run away, and the second was to confront him. He was wearing a black soldier's uniform, so you knew automatically that he had more weapons than you, and therefore was better prepared. So in the end, you chose the first option.

You ran quickly through the woods, and Rick followed behind with a little more difficulty.

You had much more ease moving through the woods due to the number of years you had lived there, but he was used to the city.

You were completely different people, although you seemed similar in some ways.

While you were running, you didn't notice and accidentally stepped on a trap that had been set in a pile of grass.

The rope caught around your ankle, and with a strong pull, you were hanging upside down.

He approached and looked at you carefully before speaking. "Now that one of my traps has stopped you, do you think we can talk like civilized people?"

“I have nothing to say to you” you blurted out. He shook his head.

“I’m going to let you go,” he said. “I need to be able to look you in the eye to have a productive conversation, but before I do, you have to promise me you won’t run away,” he whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you, that’s not what I want.” He let go of the rope, and you fell to the ground, a blow from which you quickly recovered.

“Oh, really?” you questioned. “Then what is it you want?”

“Knowing your name, and why you’re here alone,” he said, looking at you firmly. “No one is truly alone in this world, unless it’s due to their circumstances, or because that person has chosen to be alone for some reason.”

“I didn’t choose this solitude,” you whispered. “In my case, it was circumstances that led me to this situation.” Rick remained silent for a few seconds, perfectly understanding what you meant. “I’m part of a community,” he said then. “I can…”

“I don’t want to be part of any group,” you interrupted. He frowned slightly.

“I understand,” he whispered, “but survival is easier when you’re surrounded by people.” “I wouldn’t have survived if it weren’t for…” He paused for a few moments in silence, and seeing the pained expression on his face, you knew that behind the advice he was giving you, there was something more.

“What was his name?” You asked softly

The dark-haired man tilted his head toward you to look at you again, wondering how it was possible that, without him saying anything, you knew that’s what it was about.

Then he realized that the only reason you knew was because the same thing had happened to you.

“Glenn,” he answered slowly, “his name was Glenn,” he continued, “he…” he murmured, “he saved my life, and I… I couldn’t do the same for him,” he confessed, “there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t regret it.”

“I’m sure you did everything you could to save him,” you whispered, “he’s watching you right now, and he’s proud of everything you’ve accomplished and everything you’ll accomplish.”

“How do you know?” “—he asked curiously—

“—I just do so” you offered a kind smile. “I have a sixth sense, I’m kind of a witch” you joked, making him smile.

“—I see,” he murmured. “The offer still stands,” he reminded you, before handing you a piece of paper with coordinates written on it. “—I’ll be here in three days,” he said. “—If you decide to accept, look for me,” he said. You nodded firmly.

“—I don’t need three days to decide,” you replied. “—We don’t know each other very well, but I trust you, and you’re right. Maybe living in this shitty world will be more bearable if I’m not alone,” you blurted out, making him smile.

“—You’ve made the right decision,” he said. “—We’ll be in Alexandria in a couple of days.” He nodded. “—Follow me”

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH RICK

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You had no hope of finding him.

Two months had already passed, and it was getting harder and harder to keep the candle burning that would guide him home.

It was probably silly, but every night you left the candle burning on the windowsill, so that if he managed to return, he would know you hadn't left, that you were still waiting for him.

You knew perfectly well that he hadn't left your side of his own free will.

Someone had taken him from you, and wouldn't let him come home with you.

For the first few weeks, you organized search parties and reconnaissance trips to see if you could find anything in the area, any clue that could tell you where he had been taken, or who had done it.

Even Daryl, who was the best tracker in the world as far as you were concerned, with Dog's help, found nothing.

The crossbowman could see how your morale was sinking a little more each day, and with good reason.

It made him angry that he couldn't help more, but you always told him he couldn't do more than he was already doing.

After that came winter, one of the harshest yet.

The water heaters broke down, the little electricity you had was unusable because the strong winds had ripped the generator from its foundations, and Carol's chimney had collapsed.

That chimney was the only one in the entire town.

That's why you spent the winter sleeping together in the same house, to conserve body heat and prevent anyone from freezing to death.

When the snow stopped and the cold eased a bit, you continued the search.

Daryl went with Carol to another area of ​​the map you had drawn, while you focused on a different one.

You were walking through the trees of the forest when you heard it.

You looked up at the sky and saw a plane crashing.

A plane that was on fire.

You quickly stepped back and watched as the metal bird crashed down with a loud crash a few meters in front of you.

You gripped the weapon in your hands firmly and approached to open the pilot's door.

He was dead, and before he could transform, you plunged your knife into the center of his skull.

Then you looked at the back of the vehicle.

That's how you ended up with a gun pointed at your forehead.

"Don't take another step or I'll shoot," said the man in armor, who wore a thick black mask, making it impossible to distinguish his features. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you that, don't you think?" you challenged. "You're the one who crashed this plane in my forest, near my house."

"Do you have a community?"

“What I have or don’t have is none of your business, soldier” you growled. “Put the gun down.”

“You first” he offered, seeing that you were also pointing your pistol at his head. “Okay, here’s what’s going to happen,” you began. “I’m going to slowly put the gun down, and you’re going to tell me exactly what the hell is going on.”

“That’s a good plan,” he tilted his head toward you. “Do it.”

That’s what you did.

You placed your gun next to you on the ground, and when he was about to do the same with his, you moved forward and took it from his hands.

You struggled for a few minutes, to see who would get the gun first. In one of those struggles, you realized that you knew those fighting patterns.

Those movements… they were very similar to… You blocked another punch and, with your heart in your throat, ripped off his mask.

When your eyes met, you thought it was a mirage, a complete deception, an illusion created by your exhausted mind.

But it wasn't. The moment you touched his face and held it in your hands to get a good look, a single tear rolled down your cheek.

"Rick…" you whispered, "it's you." You smiled through your tears. "I found you." You exclaimed, hugging him tightly.

"Y/N," he whispered back, "it's really you." He said, still in disbelief, returning your embrace. "I tried to go home. I ran away four times, but they wouldn't let me. They wanted me to…" He sighed. "They wanted me to forget you." He blurted out, "I could NEVER do that. I…" He sobbed. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"You have nothing to apologize for," you replied gently. "The important thing now is that we're together." You said, "I'll take you home, and together we'll make a plan of attack."

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH DARYL

I hope you like it! 🤍😊☝

Daryl must have been dreaming.

I mean, because it was impossible that you were on top of him, kissing him like you were, and whispering things in his ear that would make the devil himself blush.

Right?

The dark-haired man didn't dare move, afraid that if he did, all that supposed projection would vanish completely.

"I've missed you," you were saying, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. "I mean, I'm used to you going off to look for food and stuff for several days," you whispered, "but this time it's been too long."

"I know, darling" he said, running his thumb along your lower lip. "It won't happen again"

"Good boy," you murmured, eliciting a soft gasp from him.

And just as your lips were about to meet again, he suddenly opened his eyes. It took him a moment to get his bearings, to understand where he was and what he was doing there.

He saw the small campfire in front of him and remembered that it was his turn to keep watch that night…

"I can't believe you fell asleep," you murmured beside him, looking at him intently. "Are you okay?" “What’s wrong?” you asked, noticing his unease.

“Yes, I just… had a nightmare.” It was a lie, but he felt it wasn’t the right time to tell him he’d had the best dream of his life, and that you had been the main character in it.

You watched him for a few moments before shrugging.

“If you say so, it must be true,” you agreed. He didn’t say anything, but he stared at you silently for a few seconds after you had spoken. “Daryl,” you whispered, drawing his attention again, “what did you do before all this started?”

“I was a nobody,” he blurted out without thinking twice. “I didn’t have a job or a stable life.” "I used to go with Merle to watch his shady dealings and make sure he got home in one piece," he explained. "So I was nothing," he said, "more or less like now."

"That's not true," you interjected. "I mean, you're nothing now," you clarified. "After what happened to Rick, you've managed to pull all these people through," you said. "We're alive thanks to you."

"We're alive because Hilltop, Oceanside, and Alexandria have united," he specified. "I had nothing to do with it."

"You were the one who went to talk to Maggie and told her it was time for us all to be together again, like we were before," you murmured. "If you hadn't done that, probably none of us would be here today," you whispered. "I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for you and the good decisions you've made." So, thank you, Daryl.

"You don't have to thank me," he said. "You would have done the same for me."

"Of course," you affirmed, making him give a tiny smile. "Now, do you want to tell me what happened earlier?"

"What do you mean?" he questioned, frowning slightly.

"When you woke up, you looked at me strangely," you murmured, "like you'd seen a ghost."

"Nothing could be further from the truth," Daryl thought, before clearing his throat to answer you.

"None of that, it's just that you…" He paused for a moment. "Well, you were there in the dream."

"Oh, really?" you questioned, giving a lopsided smile. "And what was I doing there, inside your mind, and your thoughts?" You smiled. "Isn't it enough that you see me every…?" You stopped, realizing what that meant. Daryl held your gaze intensely, his clear eyes shining in the moonlight above you.

"You…" you let out a disbelieving laugh. "It can't be, I… you couldn't have dreamed about me like that, could you? I mean… it's impossible." "It isn't," he added. "Why do you say it's impossible?"

"Because I'm not your type," you blurted out. "I mean, I thought your type was someone like Leah, but I'm more like Max, you know?" I'm a math geek, an insect geek, and… well, a geek about everything in general.

-Y/N –he whispered, without taking her eyes off you– I don't have any type –he said– what happened with Leah was something totally different from what's happening with you –he murmured– I thought I was… that she… –he moved his head to push a couple of strands of hair away from your face, before continuing– I thought I liked her, but I met you and I… I knew that one thing had nothing to do with the other.

-What does that mean? "You whispered."

A few seconds later, he had sat down next to you, without you even noticing.

"It means I like you, Y/N," he confessed, making your breath catch in your throat for a few moments. "I wanted you to know, just in case one of these days I…"

"That's not going to happen," you said, placing your index finger against your lips to silence him. "We're going to be fine, everything will be alright."

"How do you know?" he asked, making you smile.

"Because I'm a witch," you joked. "Didn't you know? I have a crystal ball in my backpack that I found on one of our first trips," you blurted out. "Every now and then I look at it and see the future that awaits us."

"And what do you see in that uncertain future?" he asked, his gaze never leaving you.

"Well, actually, it's not entirely uncertain," he said. "You see, I'm a very powerful witch, and as such, I'm able to see the near future, which is what will happen in five minutes, or seconds," you said, your fingers lightly toying with the hair tie around your wrist. "Do you believe me?"

"Of course I do" he smiled. "And what happens in the next five minutes?" he probed, provoking you to such an extent that you had to let out a trembling sigh.

"Well, you and I kiss," you blurted out, "and then…" you laughed nervously, "well, the vision only went that far."

"I see," he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You remained silent for a few seconds, the orange color of the flames reflected in his pale eyes, giving him a dangerous and tempting appearance at the same time.

The bruise on his eye had faded, but the mark left by the blow only added to his bad-boy aura, when he wasn't bad at all.

Daryl slowly approached you.

He first tested whether this was truly what you wanted, and when he saw that you didn't pull away, he knew you were allowing him to do what you both wanted the other to do.

That had probably been the most romantic kiss you'd ever received.

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH DARYL

I hope you like it! ☝😊🤍

Daryl observed the compound from his vantage point among the trees with the help of binoculars, all the while formulating a plan in his head.

He'd been there for days, watching everything.

He knew what time the guards made their rounds, their names, what they liked to eat, and even details that no one cared about, like whether they smoked or if they were yellow belts in karate.

Be that as it may, Daryl knew all these details and more, which at that moment weren't of much use to him, but he knew them nonetheless.

Gathering all that information and analyzing it in his mind, he understood that the most opportune time to sneak in was at midnight, during the changing of the guard for the last shift.

So he did.

He waited until the appointed time, and after digging a little with his hands to slip under the fence, he hid behind a group of convoys that were currently out of service, as another platoon from the Commonwealth passed by.

Seeing them then, Daryl felt ashamed, remembering that not so long ago, he had worn one of those uniforms.

He entered the building and paced the corridors with his crossbow raised.

Making noise was not advisable, so using his pistol was strictly forbidden, as that would be practically suicide.

Then he saw one of them emerge from a room.

Stealthy as a panther about to strike, he approached from behind and pressed his knife against Daryl's throat.

The other tried to slip away, but he couldn't; Daryl's strong arms held him fast.

"Where are they?" “—he asked simply, the man spat blood to the side, before a disgusting smile spread across his face, his teeth stained with his own blood.

“I’m not going to tell you anything,” he blurted out.

“Oh well, I think you are,” he said, placing a machete near his eye. “Let’s make a deal: you tell me where they are, and I’ll let you live.”

“You’re not going to kill me,” the man chuckled. Daryl pressed the knife a little harder against his throat, making a trickle of blood run down the side of the soldier’s neck.

“I don’t think you want to wait to find out” the dark-haired man whispered. “I don’t have much patience, so I’m going to ask you again, and if you don’t answer, you and I are going to have a problem,” he threatened. “Tell me exactly where they are, and I might let you go.”

“Dude, I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I just got here this morning.”

The man with the crossbow turned the other man around to face him.

He fixed his gaze on his, and in those few seconds, he knew.

"You're lying," he whispered. "You know it, and you're going to tell me," he said. "You have barely thirty seconds left," he warned. "If you don't hurry, the next arrow will go between your eyes," he growled, gripping the hunting knife tightly in his hands.

"Fine, okay! Yes, I was lying!" “They’re in the other corridor, in cell seven,” he blurted out suddenly. “Please don’t kill me.”

Daryl stared at the boy for a few moments and realized that, regardless of what he had done, he was nothing more than a young man who had been taken advantage of and manipulated into doing what they wanted him to do.

“I’m not going to kill you,” he reassured him, “but I can’t risk you following me.”

And without giving him time to react, he struck him a sharp blow to the back of the neck with the butt of his crossbow, knocking him unconscious.

Without a second thought, the dark-haired man cautiously made his way down the corridor, observing each door and mentally mapping out an alternative escape route, in case the one he had in mind didn’t work.

Fortunately, he didn’t encounter any soldiers on his way to the cell the boy had indicated.

Everyone must have been busy protecting the governor, which left Daryl free to do what he'd come to do.

When he reached cell seven, he looked through the small window that looked outside, and when he saw you, his heart pounded in his chest, just like yours.

You jumped up when you saw him on the other side and put your hands against the door, trying to see what was happening outside.

"Daryl, you're here!" you exclaimed, almost crying with relief. "You found us."

"Of course I did" he smiled, holding the pistol he'd taken from the soldier. "Step aside, I'm going to get you out of there."

You did as he asked, and a few seconds later you heard the lock on the door break, and he stepped inside the cell.

You pulled him into a huge hug before placing a loving kiss on his lips.

Then the children came to greet him too.

"Dad, you've come to rescue us!" the little girl said, looking at the other. "I told you he'd come!"

"I told you so too!" the other retorted, making you both smile.

"I'm glad to see you're all three okay," the dark-haired man said, raising an eyebrow. "You took care of Mom while I was gone, didn't you?" he asked. They nodded firmly.

"Yes," the boy said, "whe those bad men came to ask her questions about you. We told them we wouldn't let them hurt her."

"That's right! We told them that if they wanted to hurt her, they'd have to get through our 'nothing' first," the girl added.

"It's corpse, honey" you gently corrected her, affectionately ruffling her hair.

"Those are my boys" Daryl smiled, giving them both a hug at the same time. "We'll talk more about this later." "Now we have to go," he gestured with his head out of the room. "Follow me."

"Daryl" you called before you both left the cell, "I'm so sorry this happened. I wasn't…"

"It's not your fault," he interrupted gently. "Pamela wanted to get to me, and she knew the best way to do it was by kidnapping you," he said. "Using you as collateral, it was only a matter of time before she showed up," he explained. "But don't worry," he whispered, his blue eyes meeting yours. "This won't happen again," he said. "Neither the governor nor her soldiers will ever bother us again."

"Okay," you smiled. "You know I love you, right?"

You blurted it out, making his eyes widen, because no matter that you had two children and had been together for over three years, Daryl would NEVER get used to you telling him you loved him

“Yes,” he smiled, “I love you too,” he said, kissing you again.

Never before had it been so easy for him to say such difficult words.

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH DARYL

I hope you like it! 🤍😊☝

You had retaken Alexandria.

After it was taken by Commonwealth soldiers, everything had more or less returned to normal.

At that moment, Daryl was handcuffing and restraining the last of the agents in white uniforms, some of whom were still trying to resist.

You watched as the dark-haired man handcuffed them all and told them to stay where they were, and that anyone who disobeyed would get an arrow to the forehead.

Daryl was famous for never missing his shots, so they all nodded and lowered their heads, knowing that one of the arrows in his crossbow's cylinder could have one of their names on it.

The blue-eyed man then turned just enough to see you approaching. He nodded in greeting as soon as you reached him.

"These were the last ones," he said. "We'll load them onto the truck and negotiate with Pamela to get Eugene released."

"And if that doesn't work?" You questioned him, he tightened the crossbow strap on his back with his right hand.

“It’ll work” he said. “You have nothing to worry about.”

“Looks like you still don’t know me, Dixon,” you joked. “I’m going to worry anyway.”

“I know,” he laughed, before flashing an amused smile. “Eugene’s going to be fine,” he said. “We’ll get him out of there, and we’ll all go back to Alexandria and start fresh.”

“You promise?” you asked nervously. “I don’t want anything to happen to you. I don’t want anything to happen to any of us.”

Hello, Everyone. I am writing a story, It's a Yandere story with a binaural main character. It means that the reader doesn't have a gender.

Meanwhile they have a sweet loving girlfriend. The two were just a normal young couple until the girlfriend got jealous and started to show her real identity.

I'm very excited that I was able to write again, it's been a while since I first started to try and write but just this month I have found the courage to finally post one.

If you guys want to suggest some fanfiction or Y/N stories, I might try to make some for you just comment or PM me here!

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