TWD series


Originally posted by prettymuchdixonalready

  After Daryl calls for you one night, asking you to lay with him in his state of pain, things start to change between you and the redneck. With the ups and the downs, you and Daryl fight to remain together, to be there for each other.

This story follows Daryl and the gang as the seasons go, with a twist–you. Starting with season 2.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 |

Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 |

Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30 |

Part 31 | Part 32 | Part 33 | Part 34 | Part 35 | Part 36 | Part 37 | Part 38 | Part 39 | Part 40 |

Part 41 | Part 42 | Part 43 | Part 44 | Part 45 | Part 46 | Part 47 | Part 48 | Part 49 | Part 50 |

Part 51 | Part 52 | Part 53 | Part 54 | Part 55 | Part 56 | Part 57 | Part 58 | Part 59 | Part 60 | Part 61 | Part 62 | Part 63 | Part 64 |

Please? The Beginning - Mini Series

Think of this like the Star Wars movies, you can decide to read them in the order each series was released (Please? and then Please? The Beginning) or you can read The Beginning and continue on from there! The only difference between this series and the Star Wars series is that there is no machete order! :)Enjoy this mini series!

Part 1 | Part 2


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last updated march 22nd, 2017

total fics: 98

One-shots (750+ words)

Daryl Dixon

  • Never forget- After a run gone wrong, you think back to all your memories with Daryl. The good and the bad.
  • Not the first- You’re Daryl girlfriend and were previously engaged before the apocalypse. On a run with Daryl you run into your ex-fiancé, Negan.
  • I’m Sorry- You and Daryl have recently broken up and it was messy. But when you get captured on a run with Maggie and Glenn and Daryl shows up to save you, true feelings are revealed. 
  • Come Down- You and Daryl get in a bad fight, and leaving seems like the best option.
  • Not Alone- After spending your life hiding your scars, you finally slip up.
  • Arsonist’s Lullaby- A song fic based off of “Arsonist’s Lullaby” by Hozier. You and Daryl are married. When you’re captured with Rick and the group by Negan, things get a little intense.
  • Woah- When you’re asked to dress up at the Alexandra Welcome party, the group is blown away with your looks. Daryl in particular. 
  • Extra Time- After being bitten, you ‘die’ in Daryl’s arms, only to wake up back in Alexandra.
  • No Good- AU- You and Daryl are engaged. But when Merle arrives back from jail, he tries to sabotage the relationship.
  • Run- After rescuing Daryl from the Sanctuary, you can’t help but stay by his side.
  • Shower- You’re the new girl at Alexandra and within a month, Daryl happens upon you naked.
  • Yawn- You feel like Daryl’s staring at you, but you can’t seem to catch him doing so. So you think of a plan.
  • Son In Law- Your dad, Negan, wasn’t present for your wedding with Daryl. When you reunite with him, he takes the opportunity to take you and Daryl home. Against your will. 
  • Sparkle- Theres a christmas party being thrown in your home, but the loud music is giving you a headache. Daryl suggests you go somewhere else, but before you do, he gives you a gift.
  • Mantra- Ever since Abraham and Glenn were killed, Daryl hasn’t been himself. When the two of you end up on a run alone, you decide to confront him about it.
  • Alive- Negan took you and Daryl hostage. But you as a wife, him as a prisoner. In an attempt to go see Daryl, you’re caught. And Negan’s not happy. 


  • Princess- After Negan finds you in a forest, he takes you back to his home, welcoming you to your new life.

Maggie Greene

  • Get Away- After the fall of the farm, you decide to confront Maggie about your feelings.

Carl Grimes

  • Not Ready- After Carl loses his eye, Denise banishes him to your room, and he doesn’t act to kindly to when you want to go out on a run.
  • Months- It’s months after the prison fell, and you’re still on your own. That is until the group happens upon your tracks. What happens when they see you’ve been bitten?
  • Insecure- Alexandria is a safe haven. You love it. But theres a girl your age who seems to be getting close to Carl and your adoptive parents, Glenn and Maggie. 

Rick Grimes

  • Hidden- Rick always loved your eyes, but what happens when you lose one– instead of Carl? 
  • Fate- You were picked in the lineup, but you wake up back at Alexandria with a scar.

Imagines (150-750 words)

Carl Grimes

  • Nightmares- Imagine Carl being there for you after a bad dream.
  • Memories- Imagine Carl comforting you after seeing your scars.
  • Accidental History- Imagine Carl teaching you how to use a gun, but something goes wrong– or right.
  • Locked Up- Imagine Carl locking you in the closet instead of Enid.
  • Pranks- Imagine getting in a prank war with Carl, but you can’t seem to fool him.
  • Slang- Imagine teaching Carl Australian slang.
  • Spanish- Imagine teaching Carl Spanish.
  • Cheer Up- Imagine helping Carl find hope.
  • Catch Me- Imagine playing tag with Carl.
  • Twelve- Imagine becoming Carl’s best friend.
  • Sleep- Imagine not being able to sleep.
  • Bone Crushing- Imagine being separated from the group, only to reunite at Alexandria.

Daryl Dixon

  • Stories- Imagine being Daryl and Merle’s sister. (sister!reader x daryl/merle)
  • Cornered- Prompt: “Will you hear me out?” + “Like hell I’m leaving you when you look at me like that.”
  • Saved- Imagine saving Daryl from a walker.
  • Daughter- Imagine adopting Sophia with Daryl.
  • Introduction- Imagine meeting Merle for the first time, and Daryl’s even more nervous than you.
  • Ring- Imagine waking up to your husband, Daryl.
  • Coconut- Imagine Daryl getting you extra inhalers. 
  • Rushing Waters- Imagine Daryl saving you from a rushing river.
  • Empty Glasses- Imagine winning a drinking game with Daryl. 
  • Trust- Imagine being an ex-savior, and only Daryl trusts you. 
  • Always- Imagine being injured on a run.
  • Baby Coos- Imagine walking in on Daryl holding Judith.
  • Spider- Imagine falling asleep on Daryl.
  • Easy- Imagine being blind.
  • Heaven- Imagine Daryl, your boyfriend, getting jealous.
  • Until Now- Imagine Daryl never realizing how he felt about you, until it was too late.
  • More- Imagine getting drunk with Daryl.
  • Contact- Imagine touching Daryl, which makes him flinch.
  • Rosy Cheeks- Imagine Daryl finding you as a walker.


  • Cough- Imagine being sick and Ezekiel takes care of you.
  • Friend- Imagine being close with Shiva.


  • Girlfriend- Imagine Henry, Benjamin’s brother, spilling that Benjamin has a crush on you.
  • I Promise- Imagine being hurt but having Benjamin at your side.

Norman Reedus

  • Heck- Prompt: “why the heck aren’t we making out?”
  • Giddy- Imagine being an actor on twd.


  • Passive Agressive- Imagine Negan getting jealous.
  • Warm- Imagine Negan carrying you to bed.
  • Together- Imagine being with Negan. (male!reader x negan)

Glenn Rhee

  • Breakfast- Imagine being caught about to have sex with your boyfriend, Glenn.
  • Before- Imagine reuniting with your fiancé, Glenn.
  • Risky- Imagine being like a daughter to Glenn and Maggie, and you won’t let either one of them die.

Rick Grimes

  • The Pact- Imagine Rick finding you as a walker.

Shane Walsh

Merle Dixon

  • Stories- Imagine being Daryl and Merle’s sister. (sister!reader x daryl/merle)
  • Closet- Imagine Merle being in the closet about his feelings for you. (male!reader x merle)
  • My Kid, My Girl- Imagine being pregnant with Merle’s baby.

Maggie Greene

  • Flu- Imagine Maggie comforting you while you’re sick.
  • Risky- Imagine being like a daughter to Glenn and Maggie, and you won’t let either one of them die.

Paul ‘Jesus’ Rovia

  • Bad Advice- Imagine Rick giving Jesus, the man who had a massive crush on you, bad advice in regards to swooning you 

Eugene Porter

  • Pants- Imagine forgetting that you’re only wearing Eugene’s shirt.
  • Baby- Imagine being pregnant with Eugene’s baby.


  • Second Home- Imagine visiting a Walking Dead panel after leaving the show.

Team Family

  • Gunshot- You take Daryl’s place as Dwight fires the gun.

Series (2+ parts)

Daryl Dixon

  • Perfect- When you begin growing close with the new, and very handsome, member of the group, Daryl doesn’t react kindly. After all, jealously never did love any favours.

“Perfect” parts- [1] [2] [3] *completed*

  • Regrets- In a faze, you sleep with someone at Alexandra. But what does it mean for your relationship with Daryl? 

“Regrets” parts- [1] [2] [3] *completed*

  • Her- There’s a new girl at the prison, and she’s taken a certain liking to Daryl. (Daryl x Jealous!Reader)

“Her” parts- [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] *completed* 

  • Love- You finally confess your feelings to Daryl, but his reaction was one you were dreading. After months apart, are those feelings still there? 

“Love” parts- [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] *in progress*

  • Ten Years- AU-You never expected to see a Dixon again. Now ten years later, at the reunion of the class of 86′, you see the last person you thought you would.

“Ten Years AU” parts- [1] *in progress*


  • Monster of Mine- Being Rick’s daughter, falling in love with Negan when he takes over Alexandria.

“Monster of Mine” parts- [1] [2] [3] [4] *completed*

Goodbye, Telltale.

You have given me so many wonderful experiences over the years and I’m so incredibly sad to see you go. Like really sad. I hope all those that lost their job during this find new amazing jobs to share their talent with. Thank you, Telltale, for all the memories. 

“We’re still going to tell more stories with Maggie. I hope it’ll work. We’ll cross that bridge [when we get to it]. Lauren and I have had conversations, and she’s excited to come back, even if it’s not for a full season. We can work with that. That’s scheduling problems. We’ll figure out the story. She’s great. We have a great relationship, and she still loves the show. Sometimes our actors need to spread their wings a little bit. We get that.“ - Angela Kang


Please? Part 30

1588 Words

Please? Masterlist

The days became significantly chiller as they go on. Daryl, luckily, found another house that was full of clothes the owners must have left behind. He went in alone, scavenging for anything you three could use, while you and Beth stood watch, you with his knife and her with hers.

You were thankful he grabbed you a fairly thick looking jacket, regardless if it may be for a man, because it was warm and you weren’t shivering at night like he seemed to be, with the pretty thin jacket he found for himself.

No matter what, Beth tries to see the good in things, even in the funeral home, even after she injured her foot on the bear trap whilst learning to use Daryl’s crossbow. She always has something nice to say, something beautiful to say.

You admire her for it, for keeping a straight head on her shoulders, yet also naïve. You hope she’s smart enough to know not everything in this world can be viewed as a good thing, that not everything is something good.

At the funeral home, the three of you try to set up a place for the night. With Beth’s hurt ankle, it was hard to move swiftly through the trees as you have been. Daryl notices little things around the building, like the fully stocked kitchen, the too clean floors and mirrors. Someone was living here, may still be.

“Just take some of it.” Daryl says as he pulls out a few jars of peanut butter. “Leave the rest.”

He hands you one of the jars, a spark brought back to his eyes. He smiles, trying his best to make up for what happened back at that house several days ago, the one you told him to burn down. You didn’t want to see it, or another like it, ever again. Burning that place down seemed to burn Daryl’s walls right back down, opening him up to this new and improved Daryl, yet those words cross your mind every night.

Cautiously, you take the jar of peanut butter from him and look up, gazing into those blue eyes of his. “If only they had bread.” You swift your gaze into the pantry and notice they had no bread, none that you could see.

“Here!” Beth calls and pulls out a loaf from over the fridge. She grins, holding it up as if she just caught a catfish for a trophy. “Let’s feast.”

After eating a few sandwiches, you and Beth wander around the home. She finds a piano and sits down, her fingers flying across the keys and playing a song for you, mostly for her, singing with her angel-like voice.

“I always wanted to play.” You say, sliding your fingers down the wood surface. “But I never got around to it…”

“I can teach you.” Beth says, her fingers still grazing across each key perfectly. “Not that hard…”

Shaking your head, you smile and look over at her, how happy she looks right now. “I’ll let you have your thing. Daryl has tracking game and you have the piano.”

“What do you have?” Beth asks quietly, but you don’t answer and she knows better than to say anything. She continues to sing.

Daryl lays himself in one of the caskets, closing his eyes and listening to the sounds of Beth’s voice, hitting high notes and low. She sings different songs, yet keeps them all happy and slow. You were never one for the slow songs, but this is all you have, you’ll take it over the deafening silence created when you and Daryl are in a room together.

“Y/N.” He calls gently after Beth decides to take a little break. She gets up and limps herself down the hall to find a bathroom, claiming she doesn’t want to squat in the trees one more time as she goes.

You raise your head from the music sheet you were trying to read, with no such luck, and decide to listen to him for once, instead of shooting him down and walking off. It’s getting old, annoying you a little more than it was annoying him.

He motions with his fingers. “There’s room.” He says calmly, scooting over to leave enough room for you. You don’t take up too much, and it doesn’t look much smaller than the bed you two shared back at the prison.

“I’m okay over here, Daryl.” You say in a low voice.

Beth will be upset if she overheard you say that. She hates this gap that has been dropped between you two. For a few days, she assumed it was all her fault, which it wasn’t. She has tried leaving you two alone as much as possible since that night.

Daryl lifts his head. “Please…?” He asks in an almost whisper. “Y/N, please.”

“There’s no point in trying if you don’t feel anything.” You sigh.

Daryl sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and bites down. You can see the wheels turning in his mind, though shows no sign of actually speaking. You stand up and head for the door. If he isn’t going to speak, you don’t want to be in here.

“Wait.” Daryl sits up, his head poking out from the casket. You slow down, stop, and turn to face him. “I ain’t never… been in love… I don’t know how that shit works, but I wanna know. I wanna make you happy. I know you’re who I wan’.”

“And how many more times are we going to fight? How many more times are we going to have this same conversation?” You cross your arms over your chest and listen out for Beth’s footsteps.

“None.” Daryl takes in a shaky breath. “None, I promise. Please…”

You let your arms drop as the sound of her feet hitting the floor. “I need some time, Daryl. Just… give me some time to think. I don’t want to be rushed. Please.”


A lovely dinner was planned out by Daryl. He found candles and lit them around the kitchen, setting them up almost perfectly around the table. He insisted on carrying not only Beth into the room, but you as well. He promised you this wasn’t a way to rush you, this was a just something nice he knew he could do for the both of you, his girls, he called you two.

“This okay?” He asks, dipping a spoon into the jar of peanut butter.

“This is amazing.” Beth giggles and looks around. He’s set out food, even put them on plates and set up silverware like he thought they may be set up at a real dinner table. He seems proud of himself as he serves the two of you fresh, clean glasses of water.

“Daryl…” you look around at all the candles. They make light dance against the spoons and forks, causing you to smile.

“It’s nothin’.” Daryl smiles to himself, trying to hide his face and the blush that had creeped up on him, spreading from his neck to his cheeks.

That dinner was interrupted. No one saw it coming. All those walkers lined up at the front door, the sides of the house. Daryl hollers for you and Beth to make a run for it, grab whatever was on the table, and dash.

That part was very successful. Beth had a bag in her hands, you had your knife and a gun found on a dead walker. There were only a few bullets inside it, so they had to count. No aimless shooting or anything.

Outside, Beth trips and she cries out in pain, the shriek enough to bust your eardrums. You try your best to pick her up, but she’s too heavy for you. In the panic, you spot a walker in the distance. Of course, one would show up at a time like this.

“Daryl!” You call out, trying your best to help Beth up off the floor. She cries harder each time she’s moved and eventually, you stop, panting with your palms against your knees. Daryl will be out in a second, he’ll be able to lift her up, to carry her through the trees with you on his tail.

You hear footsteps and assume Daryl is behind you. With a sigh of relief, you stand up and turn around, ready to throw your arms around him and kiss him. Your hero. He will always be your hero, he will always be there for you, always.

A man grabs you around the waist, holding your arms down. Not Daryl. You can’t scream because he has one hand over your mouth. Beth. She’ll scream.

As the man pulls you along with him, you glance over and you see Beth. She’s being carried by another tall figure, a figure you did not know. Nobody said anything, they were both quiet, holding you and Beth tight.

They throw you two in a car. All that runs through your mind was that you shouldn’t have agreed to stay at the funeral home, that you shouldn’t have iced Daryl out like you did, that you shouldn’t have agreed that the prison was a safe place to stay.

You feel the car start moving beneath you, driving off fast into the night, Beth crying beside you. You yank yourself away from the man with the grip on you and throw yourself against her, holding her close to you.


He’s back there. He’s fighting off a dozen walkers by himself, unknowingly losing his two girls…

Jeffrey Dean Morgan: *exists*

Telltale Games is Shutting Down

And sadly it seems all the projects they had still going on are now closed. This is incredibly sad. As gamers we’re certainly unhappy to see these projects go. Whether you were most excited for Season 2 of The Wolf Among Us, the planned Stranger Things video game, the final two episodes of the last season of The Walking Dead, or other projects like the second season of Game of Thrones which is also now cancelled, this is truly a hurt for fans everywhere. And worse yet, reportedly around 250 people have been let go with little to no notice beforehand and no severance pay, their insurance will expire in a week, and some of them are even not able to be considered for unemployment due to being considered on contact. I know I’m not a very popular blogger at all but if you’re reading this and you know of any game company openings, the people who’ve lost their jobs are in massive need now. They’ve asked to be contacted on Twitter, Facebook, and LinkedIn for new work and for any job openings available to be hashtagged with #telltalejobs

For the people like me who aren’t in any position to help, let’s possibly at least try to spread the word around to help these people and keep them in any thoughts and prayers we might be able to spare.

This is an extremely unfortunate situation that many dreaded may fall upon them due to rough situations going on behind the scenes with Telltale’s heads and higher ups but now many are suffering for it. It’s a painful shame to let go of the titles we love from Telltale but if you have any info that could help any of these developers please go share it with them. The ones who are being hurt the most by this are not the ones to blame for the company going down. If you can please help them out. They’re people like all of us who just want to create art, create amazing games and now they’re having their lives yanked out from underneath them cause of bad business practices.

Seriously, it’s time for the gaming industry to get unionized.

Thanks for your time.

“We actually came up with the idea of [Aaron] losing his arm before he was at full bearded capacity. I kind of knew what he looked like with a beard but I didn’t really think about it too hard because Andy was still growing his beard, and then I was like ‘huh, that’s interesting.’ It wasn’t like fully intentional, but it’s kind of like a fun parallel. The arm chop was a little bit of a nod of the thing that we never did with Rick, [and] it’s going to play out differently with Aaron. You know we were just really interested in telling the story of… if somebody starts the apocalypse and they are fully physically able and then something drastically changes with them physically… how do they cope with that? [Aaron] is such a strong character and I just think it allows us to tell a different sort of story that finds more ways to represent the various people who watch the show. So that’s been really cool.” - Angela Kang

“I love the idea of having the extra challenge. As a character, losing an arm is a significant one. It’s been great because you realize that the biggest thing that comes with that is, obviously the sadness of losing a limb, but also the frustration of it. There’s this immense frustration of not being able to do the things you do. I’ve talked to a few people who have lost limbs and that’s the thing that keeps coming back is just this frustration.” - Ross Marquand


Please? Part 35

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Beth was buried by the flames of a burning fire. It was slow and it was painful, but you supposed everyone made it through. This isn’t how things were meant to happen; Beth wasn’t supposed to die. She should have been with you the day you and Noah escaped.

Almost everyone went in different directions, wanting some alone time in the woods You’re with Daryl. You pace around him, looking around for walkers as he digs in the dirt, thinking he’s just doing that to get his mind off things. When you look over at him, he has a worm in his hand. You cringe, remembering a bad childhood experience with a worm.

“Daryl!” You shriek when he throws his head up and pops the worm in his mouth. You wrinkle your nose up and close your eyes.

“I’m hungry.” Daryl grunts and throws his first into the dirt. None of you have had any food in a while, your stomach was surely growling at you, though you have grown so used to it, you didn’t know for sure. “It’s food.”

He continues to dig, throwing dirt over his shoulder and getting mud under his fingernails. You watch him hopelessly, wishing more than anything that you could help him.

Daryl finally gets up, following Maggie, who has shown up out of nowhere. She watches Daryl walk passed her before she follows, you heading behind Daryl. They’re taking it the hardest, they both needed Beth more than anyone.

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Please? Part 32

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“Fuck these scrubs.” Noah laughs as he yanks his shirt off and pulls on another one. “Man, this feels amazing!” He cheers, tossing you one of the shirts. He found them in one of the buildings he scavenged, looking for any kind of weapons or anything that could have helped.

You catch it and look down at it. It’s a band shirt, ACDC, and it looks like it has been around for many, many years. You pull it up to your nose and sniff it, but there is no scent. “Turn.” You command Noah. He turns his back on you, changing into the brand new pants and shoes he found.

You pull on the new clothes, every bit of them slightly too big for your frame, and very unattractive, though you don’t care about that. You’re thankful to have any sort of new clothing that isn’t those damned scrubs.

“I’ll burn them outside.” Noah turns around when you instruct him to and grabs the old rags. He goes behind the building and before long, you smell the smoke going, but you don’t dare move. You’re still upset, still mad at Noah for letting you leave Beth, and he knows it.

Once Noah returns, he tells you it’s better to just move on, find somewhere new to sleep. The smoke may bring in walkers or worse, other people.

“Wanna talk about him?” Noah asks, picking up a gun from a fallen soldier on the ground. He checks it, makes sure it works, and hands it off to you. You take it, making sure it’s loaded.

“You want me to talk about the man I’m with?” You raise an eyebrow, not believing Noah wants to sit here and listen to a love story, or what would be a love story. Actually, now that you think of it, you should write this and publish it if the world ever returns to normal, which won’t happen.

Noah shrugs his shoulders. “I know that sometimes you gotta talk about them… About certain things. It helps.” He looks over his shoulder at you, smiling. He was always smiling.

“Nah. I’ll save you the mushy stuff.” You have to smile back, even if it’s not real. You miss him terribly.


Noah tells you to stay put outside as he runs into a building. You don’t argue and nibble on some crackers you found. Food is scarce around here, even though it’s a huge place, it seems most people have travelled through here, wherever here is.

You finish the pack and toss the wrapper to the side, dusting off your hands, picking your gun up to examine it. It’s become a habit, making sure it is still able to shoot.

Footsteps rush around the corner. You spot Noah and he looks happy. “Hey!” He slows down when he’s closer. He holds something up, a weapon, and he looks damn proud of it. “Look what I found.”

Your heart sinks in your chest as the memories of that damn crossbow comes back. Daryl…. “You just found that?” You ask, hoping Daryl is around here somewhere. That’s it, he’s around here! He’s been here. He’s looking for you.

Noah shakes his head. “Naw, stole it off some guy and a chick. They could have easily taken me down but that’s whatcha get for being slow.” He laughs.

“What did they look like?” You panic, rushing over and throwing Noah up against the wall. It’s easy when he isn’t expecting it. “Tell me!”

With a pause, Noah drops both his gun and the crossbow. He holds his hands in the air and blinks, trying to remember. “Uh, the lady was older. They both were, actually. She had grey hair and the guy was a little grizzly looking, maybe…”

“Daryl…” You murmur and let go of Noah. You bend down, grabbing the crossbow, and heading back where Noah came from.

“Dar—your Daryl? That was him?” Noah asks, reaching for his own gun.

“I will assume so. And it sounds like Carol, maybe. They found each other… Tell me you left them alive!” You shout, turning back around.

Noah stops and he looks at you, eyes wide. “I… I don’t know if they made it out. They had no weapons…”

“They made it. They’re strong.” You insist and turn around. You’re going to find him, with or without Noah. You hold the crossbow at your side. He held this not too long ago. You think you can still feel the heat from his hand, though you know it’s silly. Wishful thinking.

Noah is behind you the whole step. You don’t know where you’re going, but you know you’re searching for them. You tell him to keep a lookout, tell him you aren’t going to stop until you find Daryl. Noah says he understands, but you aren’t sure he really does.

“In here.” You duck inside a building, it looks to be an old office space, and wander through the halls, looking for any signs. Daryl doesn’t have his crossbow, so arrows won’t be in indicator.

“Y/N!” Noah hisses.

You turn to your right, aim Daryl’s crossbow, and shoot the walker right in the neck. For a moment, you pause. You don’t know how you did that exactly. “Whoa…”

“Nice!” Noah laughs.

You leave Noah to look on this floor, you continue on to the next. You don’t want to call out his name incase there are any others out here, like those cops, looking for you.

Gun shots go off down the hall, where you just left Noah. You assume he’s found a few walkers and continue searching, walking through a couple of rooms here and there, searching for signs of life.

The only thing running through your mind is Daryl. Daryl has to be around here somewhere… He has to be. Carol, if Carol is here, you will be so happy. Maybe Daryl found someone new, someone he can trust. No, it was Carol.

“Y/N!” You hear Noah scream in pain as you descend some stairs. “Y/N!” He shouts again.

You take off, running down the hall, your heart racing. He’s in trouble. A walker has him… The hallway feels long and like it may never end. You take a turn down the hallway and you see Noah limping over. He stops when he sees you.

“Y/N.” He says, relief washing over him.

Another figure shows up in the doorway. The crossbow falls from your hand with the shock. A cigarette in his mouth and a knife in his hand, there stood Daryl. He seems frozen to the spot as his eyes search you, making sure you are really there.

“Fuck…” you breathe and run toward him, throwing your arms around his neck and jumping to wrap your legs around his waist. He catches you, holding you up with those muscles. He smells of sweat and smoke, but you don’t care. You can’t comment on his smoking now, not when you haven’t seen him in… days.

“Goddamn.” A voice flows into your ears like an old memory. You open your eyes and look behind Daryl. Carol stands there, gun in both hands, smiling at you.

“Carol!” You gasp. You reach your hand out and she does the same. Your fingers grasp hers, holding onto her tight.

You feel Daryl sink his face into the crook of your neck, his chest shaking and you soon feel your neck growing slippery and wet. “Baby,” you coo.

Carol lets go of your hand and you sink your fingers into Daryl’s hair, pressing his face closer to you as you hold him dearer, thinking back to all those great times the two of you had, the better times that will come ahead. This time, you have no plans to leave his side.

Daryl murmurs something, though it’s muffled by your skin. You shush him calmly, pulling back to kiss his forehead and to grab his cheeks. You look at his face, taking it in. He has a few bruises and scratches, he looks worn out, but he’s a trooper and he’ll keep going as long as he can.

“Beth…?” He whispers.

“Beth? She’s back at the hospital. She helped us escape.” Noah comments.

“Daryl. They’re here.” Carol is peering out of the window, gun ready to pick up and fire at a moments notice.  She turns and looks from Noah to you and Daryl tangled together.

Daryl’s brows furrow together and he sets you on the ground. He runs behind you and picks up his crossbow, loading an arrow into it. “Time ta go.”