You enjoy being in Daryl’s arms when he suddenly decides to open up to you.
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approximated reading time: 6 minutes
I was woken by the soft sunlight shining through our white curtains. A rare view these days as fall had been dark and rainy most of the time. A quick glance at the small clock next to the bed told me that it was still too early to get up. Turning around I snuggled up to Daryl who wrapped his arms tightly around me, dozely breathing a kiss on my hair. “Ya early.” His voice was drowsy and with a deep yawn he pulled me closer to his bare chest. His warmth made me shiver with comfort. “I didn’t mean to wake you”, I whispered back closing my eyes as I listened to his heartbeat. It was slow and regular, calming. “mmhmm”, he muttered and only seconds later his breathing became calm again as he drifted off into his dreams. I sometimes wondered how often I was part of them. It was in moments like this that I remembered how lucky I was to be alive. How lucky we all were to be part of this new world. A world noone had ever believed in - a world that so many people tried to destroy. We had fought them and we had won. With a smile spread across my face I drifted off into a light sleep again.
I didn’t know how much time had passed when I opened my eyes again. I watched the dust dancing in the sun for a while, not sure if I was ready to face the world just yet. Listening to Daryl’s consistent breathing, watching his sleeping face I decided that I was nowhere near ready to leave the warmth and comfort of our bed. If only we could stay like this forever. “Good mornin’.” Daryl’s husky voice cut through the silence, his eyes were still closed.
skipped a beat when the truck finally came to a stop. There was a cacophony of
sound all around you. Doors being opened and slammed shut, people talking and
laughing, the sound of a gate closing with a crash.
The door to the
back of the truck you were crouched in was unlocked and allowed to roll open.
Your muscles tensed, dreading the moment somebody might spot you, but someone
simply grabbed a box and walked away. You waited one long moment, then another,
before risking a move. Slowly, you slunk around the cargo before peeking out of
vehicles and people as far as the eye could see. The saviors, both the men who
raided Alexandria, and those from inside the compound, were gathering over
slipped out of the back, noticing a stack of lumber and debris a few feet away.
Keeping your head down, you walked with purpose until you could secret yourself
behind the woodpile. Michonne had told you once that confidence was the key to
everything. Keep your mouth shut, your eyes peeled, and act like you belong
It took awhile
but the crowd eventually thinned out.
You had only
spotted Negan once, briefly chatting with Simon before disappearing into the
Speaking of, the
Sanctuary felt anything but friendly. Where Alexandria greeted you with
manicured gardens and inviting homes, the Sanctuary towered over you, leaving
you with the feeling of looming dread.
You supposed to
people who hadn’t managed to eek out an almost normal life, it must have appeared
as a refuge. The high walls, sturdy gates, and the protection of the factory
provided a sense of security that was hard to find these days.
It reminded you
of the prison. The walls kept the walkers out, but Negan and his men kept
everyone else inside, whether they liked it or not.
Hey, guys! I know I’m pretty strictly a Supernatural imagines blog but I’ve recently caught up with TWD and wanted to try a mini series. Let me know if you guys want me to continue this or if you’d rather me stick to Supernatural!
Had this idea after Season 5 ep 3 The Cell.
Daryl Dixon x Reader
No other warnings than the same ones from the show.
You watched as Dwight shoved Daryl back into that small cell. He was
yelling, though it was hard to hear what Dwight was so angry over. The hatred
that man had toward Daryl was so hard to understand for you. Daryl never tried
to hurt anyone. It was a simple outburst, something that should have been
looked over. Negan never cared, never would.
Dwight stumbled away and a door slammed shut in the distance. You slowly
made your way closer to the cell, leaning it to see if you could hear Daryl.
There was silence.
“Daryl?” You gently push open the trap door and slide an apple inside.
It was fresh from the gardens and you had brought it for yourself, but Daryl
was more important. Negan didn’t care after the prisoners so well, especially this
You look at the apple as it sat on the floor. It took a minute before
Daryl reached a shaking hand and took it quickly, scared it might not really be
there. “Thanks.” He grumbled, though it was hard to know if that was really
what he said.
“You’re welcome.” You smiled just a tiny bit. “I’ll bring more. Just
give me the pieces when you’re done.”
The apple core was sat back on the ground. You take your hand and gently
reach for it, not before Daryl grabbed your wrist, causing you to gasp.
“Shhh.” He grunted. He rolled over, showing you what he could of his
“You didn’t do anything.”
“You’re Negan’s.” He said, though it stung a little. The way he said you’re Negan’s made you seem like more
than just a person.
“I’m not.” You countered. “Not anymore.”
Daryl’s eyes were almost lifeless by now. The beatings, the dog food, the
downright bullying had to stop.
“I’m going to help you out. Just do what I say, okay?” You lowered your
Daryl let go of your wrist and smacked the apple core toward you. “Won’t
“It will. Please?” You begged. Daryl was the first man that hasn’t given
you that look that reminded you of a hungry lion stalking is prey. You wanted
to help him, whatever that meant.
Daryl was silent until finally he said, “what first?”