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Don’t Let Go

Daryl finds himself a drink, getting drunk and finding you in the shower.

  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
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The water is cool, but that’s how you like it. It falls over you like a veil, protecting you from what is out there in the world, all the dangers and frights. It’s all too much for you to handle, always has been.  You don’t know how much longer you can deal with humanity dying out.

You’ve always been lucky enough to be surrounded by people who take care of you and to have them allow you to return the favor. Daryl and his group were always so kind…

You close your eyes and turn your face up, letting the water splash in your face, pouring over your body in a cool fountain. It starts to heat up, only slightly. The steam doesn’t rise too high tonight. This building was losing it’s hot water quickly.

You have only been in the bathroom for five or six minutes when you hear the door slide open. You assume it’s one of the girls, wanting to ask you to hurry up. But they never speak.

You open your eyes and look over, through the glass in the shower. It’s foggy, but you can clearly make out the figure that was Daryl Dixon and his crossbow, slung over his shoulder. He always has that thing, even when you were safe.

Part of you wants to yell, tell him to leave. You always knew something was off about him, but that’s what draws you in. You want to know more about him, where he came from, why he was so quiet.

When he notices you’re watching him, he brings something to his lips. It’s a whiskey bottle. Leave it to him to find the whiskey.

He’s already a little too drunk to function. He sways a little as he tries to turn around, but you catch him off guard.

“Daryl…” You say softly. You open the door just enough to see him without the foggy mess. “Want to join me?”  Any other man, you may have asked him to join as a way to have a little bit of fun in these dark days. However, this is Daryl, and he didn’t handle situations like that too well. This was a friendly invite.

He slumps his shoulders and looks over his shoulder at you, nodding slightly. He’s hesitant, but he walks inside and shuts the door. His crossbow is set to the side, but the bottle remains in his hand as he tries to undress.

“Set it down, honey.” You watch him, wanting to reach out and help, just not wanting to lean out into the cold air.

Daryl pauses and looks over at you. He gently sits the bottle down on the toilet and pulls off his vest, his shirt, his pants and shoes. He walks over to the shower and spins his finger around, telling you to turn around.

You turn away from the door and now with your back to him, you run the water through your hair and slick it back. There’s a slight breeze hitting you as Daryl finishes stripping down. You wonder if he’s just that shy. Poor thing…

He steps inside, pulling the door closed once he was in.

“You okay, doll?” You spin around only to have him wrap those big, toned arms around your body and pull you closer. He buries his face in your neck, his whole body shaking at this point.

You throw your arms around him, holding him dear to you. Not until this moment did you ever stop to think it may be as hard on some of the others, too. Daryl lost just as much as you did, if not more.

He sobs, shattering your heart into a thousand different pieces. You want to make him feel better, but you think it’s best to let him cry it out. He needs to. All this time, he’s acted tough, been the bad boy. Now it’s his turn to be vulnerable.

“Everything will be okay.” You rub his back and kiss his shoulder sweetly. The shower was no longer heating up. It was almost cold again, but neither one of you care. You try your best to soothe him, to show him you care.

His hair tickles your neck and cheek, his hands find their place on your lower back as he tightens his grip on you when the water covers him, too. His chin slips a little down your shoulder blade, scratching you with his stubble. You would have giggled if you knew he wasn’t crying.

He doesn’t move. You don’t move. You two let the water run down your bodies, taking in the silence you’re getting for once. It starts to relax the two of you.

“Don’t let go…” He pleads.

“I’m not, Daryl.” You whisper, giving him a squeeze.

Please? Part Seven

This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.

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“Are you in or are you out?” You overhear the conversation between Rick and Daryl. Rick, trying to ask for Daryl’s help, was losing patience with the new boy and mentioned taking him to the next town, whatever that meant.

“Naw.” Daryl bit his thumb and spits a piece of dead skin out. You wish he would stop that dirty habit, but it wasn’t your place to tell him that, not now.

“Alright.” Rick walks off to the car, where Shane is waiting with the boy. “Be back before dark.” He calls.

Carl pulls on the edge of your shirt and looks up at you. “Can we go walk around the field?” He asks you, knowing you will agree to play with him. After all, you were one of the youngest here. “Please?”

With a quick glance at Daryl, who is already walking off, you nod at the little man. “Let’s go.” You smile.

It was a long, boring day around the farm. Carl was his usual ball of energy whilst you drag behind him and make sure he didn’t run off too far. After a while, he gets bored of the fields and begs you to take him back to the house, where he wants to check in on Beth and the others.

But once you get back to the house, you know something is wrong. Lori is bustling around the kitchen like she did when she was angry and you hear the sounds of a crying Beth and furious Maggie coming from Beth’s room.

“Take Carl outside, now.” Lori looks at you then hurries out of the kitchen.

Beth tried to take her own life that day.

You saw the blood on the kitchen rags sitting on the table and heard the devastating cries coming from her bedroom. Little Carl knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t understand. He was young and naïve.

So is Beth.

After a while, Lori steps outside and looks at you, telling Carl to go see if Glenn needs any help. Happily, Carl runs off and yells something about Glenn, which you and Lori ignore. Lori goes on to tell you what happened with Beth and why she did what she did, how Andrea left her alone when she promised Maggie she wouldn’t.

Now this was a life changing moment. You suddenly feel trapped and unsafe. You were never a suicidal person, though Beth didn’t seem like the type either. If you lose someone, would you go into the same shock?

You’re waiting for Daryl at the top of the hill, sitting on one of his makeshift benches he made out of a few old pieces of wood and a few bricks from the fallen building. You’re constantly amazed by him, amazed by the things he comes up with or talks about. He may not realize it, but he’s smart.

After a while, Daryl comes up the hill with his crossbow over his shoulder. He hesitates when he sees you but walks over to his fire pit and throws a ragged shirt in the ashes.

“I moved up here to get away from you people.” He almost growls.

You lean up and swing your legs a little, the bench just a little too high for you. “What happened to your hand?” You ask, motioning to his blood covered knuckles.

Daryl pauses before he swiftly hides his hand by putting a torn cloth over it. He sets his crossbow down on the ground and grabs a water bottle from his tent. “Nuthin’.” He insists.

You hop up and stand behind Daryl, reaching over to easily take his hand and look at the damage. He yanks his hand away, swinging himself around to face you with his eyes narrowed.

“Sorry.” You raise your hands in the air. “Daryl, I just don’t understand why you will go down there and beat a kid up for Rick but you won’t even look at me. What happened to you?”

“This group.” He spits. “This goddamn group is broken!”

“Whoa,” Dale comes up the hill, his gun slung across his shoulder lazily and his hat pulled down a little lower than normal. “Don’t yell at a lady.”

“It’s alright, Dale.” You don’t take your eyes off of Daryl as you speak. “I was just leaving.”

“Please do.” Daryl hisses.

Dale walks over, his mouth turned down and he’s looking at Daryl like he could smell something foul. “Don’t you dare speak to her like that. After everything she’s done for you…”

“Yeah? She shoulda stayed away.” Daryl spins on his foot and picks his crossbow back up. “I don’t know how we made it this far.”

“Daryl—“ Dale starts to argue. You see the red creeping up in his cheeks and neck, but you put your hand up and shake your head. The last thing you need is for Dale and Daryl to start fighting too. It seems everyone was fighting now. It was time to end it.

“I can’t believe Hershel still lets us stay on his farm.” You throw your hands up and start walking away, toward the tents so you can fall asleep and hopefully wake up after this was all over with, but of course you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

The second you got down to your tent, Lori and Rick state that they are going to have a meeting inside in an hour. Everyone was going to vote on how they thought Randell should be handled. Most of them want him dead, but a few say something about keeping him alive.

Honestly, you don’t know how to vote. Dale was back from Daryl’s side of the field, talking to everyone, including you. He was against the execution completely.

Carol found you after a little while and asks, “what’s going on with everyone?”

You agree with Daryl. Everyone is broken beyond repair. To want to kill off some helpless boy, it was cruel in the real world, the old world. But that world no longer existed, you know that much.

“All freaked out over some kid…” You mumble as you two walk together to the house. Everyone else is already inside, getting situated.

It wasn’t a very long meeting. You were a bit surprised to see Daryl standing in the living room, glowering over everyone that looked at him, even you. Though he had very little opinion, he had a lot to say.

“Help!” Daryl called. “Run! Over here!”

Dale was laying in the middle of the field, his insides spilling out over the grass, his moans growing slower and weaker, his eyes wide as tennis balls.

“He’s suffering!” Andrea cries. “Do something, someone!” She drops down beside Dale and tries to avoid the mess that was Dale.

Rick pulls out his gun and points it to Dale’s head. Dale’s eyes are wide still, screaming for help. He may have been telling Rick to go ahead, shoot him.

You back away, trying your best not to cry. This was life now, this was how the world works. Walkers were everywhere, creeping up at any time. You all thought the farm was a safe place, a place you could eventually call home. Now that doesn’t seem possible.

Rick lowers the gun, unable to take the man out of his misery.

Daryl steps up and takes the gun from him carefully, and eyes Rick as he silently nods and backs up, giving the floor to Daryl. In this moment, it seems like Daryl is the better person. He doesn’t want to see anyone struggle, even if he says he doesn’t care.

Daryl drops to one knee and puts the barrel of the gun to Dale’s forehead. “Sorry, brother.” He mumbles  just before pulling the trigger.

Everything stops the second the shot goes off, echoing around the lonely field.

It was like the whole farm goes quiet, nothing but the sound of Andrea’s heavy breathing as she cries into the ground, her face buried.

You take a couple steps back, unable to keep your balance. It wasn’t until you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you do you let go, the tears flowing down your face. It was Daryl, pulling you closer to him so you had something to lean on.

His hands are placed firmly on your stomach as you press your back to him, allowing yourself to let it all out. He lets you, whilst everyone else stands around in shock, Daryl is the one who comes to you, trying to calm you down.

It’s nice, to finally feel his arms around you again. You turn, hiding your face in his chest as the others stand around, looking down at the body that was no longer suffering, the body that was once known as Dale.

DO NOT BOYCOTT THE MSP.

I get it, okay, we’re all really fucking upset about Carl, how AMC played Chandler, and the recent choices that have been made on the show.

but please DO NOT STOP WATCHING.

it is extremely disrespectful to the cast and crew, who work so hard to make the show happen! they work day in and day out to make sure that the show is the best it can be.

if The Turd wasn’t the showrunner, it’d be a million times better, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make here, that’s another post for another time.

their jobs are already in jeapordy as it is bc of Gimple’s shitty writing choices! TWD has already had it’s lowest viewership in years, so don’t make it worse by lessening the views.

they don’t deserve that.

Andrew Lincoln, Danai Gurira, Norman Reedus, Melissa McBride, and Jeffrey Dean Morgan do not deserve to be told that their show is ending completely, because we decided not to watch the show anymore.

so please, watch the mid-season premiere. I know it’s gonna be so damn hard to see what they say is gonna happen fold out, but we have to guys.

we have to.

because if not then there will be no twd to come back to.

Tom Payne said his favorite scene he filmed was “having a sweaty Norman Reedus chase me around a field” and I think that’s beautiful.

Please? - Part 4

This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side. 

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  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
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Days turn into a cold, lonely time. Everyone seems to distance themselves away from Daryl, shoving him further and further out of the group. Once or twice, you caught him trying to leave. The only reason he stayed was—or at least you assumed—you.

You, along with Carol, knew he was out there searching for Sophia. Carol was starting to lose help, telling him over and over again that it was no use, that they need to just let it be. Daryl wasn’t having it, that much was clear.

But Daryl still wasn’t talking to you, hardly talking to anyone else. At least, not until Glenn came up to the group with a huge secret….

No one could believe it. It wasn’t until Rick raised his gun in the air and let it fire did anybody officially knew what had just happened.

“No…” Carol sobs behind you.

“Don’t look…” Daryl’s rough voice tries to calm Carol down. He struggles with her for a second, trying to hold her back. “Don’t look!” He growls, finally giving up and letting Carol run over to the daughter she once knew.

You can’t help but glance over at the man as your eyes water up. This whole time, she was in that barn, locked away, whilst the rest of you looked and looked for her, calling her name over again until you all went hoarse. You can’t believe it…

Daryl looks back at you, his eyes narrowed and his chest heaving. You can tell he wants to run, wants to head back to his tent and fall asleep until he convinces himself this is a dream—it’s what you want, too.

Beth cries, running toward her mother and pushing aside one of the other Walkers. No one tries to stop her, not even Hershel.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you look up to see Daryl standing there, watching as Beth falls beside her mom.

Before anyone can blink, one of the Walkers comes to life and you fear you’re about to see yet another child die. You grab onto Daryl, whose arms wrap around you protectively, though he’s unsure at first. You hide your face in his chest and listen as half of the group runs to Beth’s rescue.

You hear the gruesome fight between human and Walker, with only the hope that Beth made it. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, you didn’t think you could take anymore.

“She’s okay,” Daryl whispers with his raspy voice. “It’s… it’s over.”

Daryl walks you back to the RV, his hand placed firmly on your waist. “Better?” He asks you once you finish the bottle of water he handed you at some point.

“I guess…” You look up at him and catch a glimpse of Carol in the window of the RV. She had disappeared after everyone drug Beth off to the house, leaving her daughter in the field. She wasn’t paying attention to anything outside the window, yet she was looking directly at you.

Daryl notices and looks up, his eyebrows forming together. “I’m gonna talk ta her.” He looks at you as if asking for permission.

Carol and Daryl were close, so you understood why he may want to comfort her, too. You nod, letting go of him and following him up to the door. You weren’t sure you could be alone right now.

Daryl hops in the RV and looks over at the figure sitting there. It hardly looks like Carol right now, more like a ghost whose waiting.

Daryl looks at you before he steps inside and jumps on the counter, looking over at his friend in need, though like you, he wasn’t sure what that need was.

She looks over at him for a split second, acknowledging his presence before she turns her head, watching out into space. You can hardly imagine how she must feel, to know her daughter was dead.

Daryl chews the inside of his cheek. “Carol…”

“Don’t.” She says sternly.

You reach for Daryl’s hand and slip your fingers through his while the eerie sound of nothingness floats around the three of you, but nobody says anything else. You just watch as Daryl cradles his gun close to his chest, staring at the ground. You could just feel his mind twisting and turning, probably blaming himself for Sophia being locked away like a monster.

It wasn’t too long before Lori taps you on the shoulder and you step aside so she can pop her head in.

“It’s time.” She utters. She looks at Carol, her eyes full of sadness, and something else you couldn’t quite detect. “For the—“

“No.” Carol turns her head stiffly and looks over at Lori. “No…” She whispers.

“That’s your daughter…” Daryl’s eyebrows form together again, leaving him looking angry and confused at the same time. His puppy dog look, you like to call it.

“That is not my daughter.” Carol shakes her head, a single tear running down her face. “My daughter died a long time ago…” She turns back to her thoughts.

Lori gives you and Daryl a worried glance before she quickly hurries off. Daryl grunts and pushes himself off the counter and shoves his way out of the RV after Lori. For a second, you think of staying and helping Carol, but you didn’t think you could handle it. Instead, you follow behind Daryl and Lori, wondering if Daryl has calmed down from his temper.

The service was very quiet and short. Most of it was spent with the group standing around, looking at the graves you just covered. All of you thinking the same damn thing; this could have been one of you.

No one spoke as they all broke away. You stand there, over Sophia’s dead body, looking at the earth that covers her. She looked so… dead. She was dead, she was so dead. And you feel useless. You could have helped her, stayed with her, done something to protect her and she could still be here with her mom.

By the time you look up, you no longer see Daryl, or anybody else. You sigh and decide to try the RV. Maybe Daryl went to spend more time with Carol.

With The Walking Dead’s imminate cancellation after Andrew Lincoln leaves the show and fans stop watching, I propose a Daryl and Carol spinoff series where it’s just the two of them living a semi-domestic life whilst at the same time being a badass couple in the zombie apocalypse.

Please? Part Thirteen

This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.

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The baby won’t stop crying, neither can you or Maggie. Tears stream down your face as Daryl hugs you close, as if he may lose you again. It was too much to see Maggie cut the baby out, too much to see Lori lay so still, her body going limp, but you couldn’t handle Carl shooting his own mother.

Seeing the rest of your group should have made you happy, but you notice not only Lori missing, but T-Dog and Carol as well.

Daryl rubs your back, trying his best to calm you down as he talks to Rick, whose on the ground, rolling in his own tears.

“Rick! Stay with us.” Daryl calls, letting go of you and waving a hand in front of Rick’s face. He goes silent, not moving, not speaking, no sound coming from him at all.

“The baby needs food.” Hershel calls from the steps.

You look over, watching Maggie hand the baby over to Carl and hugging onto Glenn. Carl starts to walk away and tries to calm her down.

“We got anythin’ a baby eats?” Daryl asks. “No, s’pose not. I’ll make a run.”

“I’ll come with you.” Maggie pulls away from Glenn and stands straight, wiping the tears from her face. “I have to.”

“Me too.” You look from Daryl to Maggie, daring either one of them to say no.

“Is that such a good idea?” Maggie lowers her voice. She thinks you’re crazy, too. That you lost your mind in there. “I mean…”

“I’m going.” You say through your teeth. You glance over to see Daryl whispering something to Beth. She nods and runs off, talking to Carl. You don’t know why a little bit of jealousy shoots through you, after all, that’s Beth. She’s younger than you, and Daryl never cared much about her before.

Daryl starts shouting orders, pointing all over the place. His orders are rough like gravel, sending chills down your spine every time he spoke, getting a little angrier if no one paid attention. He looks like a perfect leader.

He waves Maggie over and you instantly follow, Glenn just behind you. He’s saying something about a store being empty already, but you aren’t really listening. You’re looking around, looking at all the walkers that have started showing up around the fence, thanks to all the noise from earlier.

“I can only take one.” Daryl says, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“What?” You say, a little dumbfounded that Daryl wouldn’t bring all of you.

“One.” He throws his leg over his bike and grabs onto the handles.

“I’m going.” Glenn says and starts over, but Maggie holds him back.

“I’m going.” She insists.

You hold up your hands and look at them. “Excuse me, I should be the one to go.”

Maggie looks over at you, pity on her face with her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth turned down. She sighs. “Y/N, I think you should lay down. That was a lot…”

“No, I will go with him. I can make runs now, I’m good.” You cross your arms over your chest and raise an eyebrow. “Am I good for nothing again?”

“Hey,” Daryl jumps off his bike and walks over. “What’s the hold up?”

Glenn looks away, not wanting to get in the middle of this.

“She should stay behind, get some rest.”

Daryl looks at you and puts his hands on his hips. “You causin’ trouble?” His tone was teasing, but you aren’t in the mood.

You roll your eyes and point to Maggie. “Why does she get to go? I want to do something. Get me out of here.”

Daryl nods to his bike. “Get on.” He looks at you and then Maggie. “Stay with Beth. She and I needa talk.” He moves over and gets back on.

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Daryl breaks a window and looks inside the house. Things were quiet between you two, which is fine for you. You aren’t in a talking mood. You want to get the stuff on the list Maggie gave you and go, though the prison isn’t exactly where you want to go to, but it’ll have to do. Daryl doesn’t want to leave and you know that.

You find the door is unlocked. You simply kick it up and walk inside, not bothering to raise your gun as you walk by the room Daryl is trying to break into.

He spots you and freezes. “Hey!” He whispers.

You ignore him and walk into the kitchen, where you start pulling open cabinets and drawers. You find a few cans of baby formula and a bottle that looks like it will do the job. You stuff those into your bag just before Daryl comes up behind you and pulls you around to face him.

“The hell’re you doin’?” He growls. “Tryna get yourself killed?”

“Just trying to get this shit so we can leave.” You grab the bag and swing it over your shoulder.

Daryl grabs onto a strap the bag has on the front and keeps you in place. Half of you thinks about swinging around and clocking him, but you decide against it, since he is stronger and can probably sense that you are about to do so. “Talk to me.”

“About what?” You look at him, facing him and crossing your arms. “About the fact I was supposed to help deliver a baby? The fact I witnessed a son killing his mother without batting an eye? The fact that we now have to be super careful because at any second a horde of walkers will come walking up to us in the one place we thought was safe?”

Daryl tilts his head and squints his eyes. “Wha? That’s what this is about?”

“No.” You throw your arms up in the air. He couldn’t understand. “Maybe. Daryl, I’m just so sick and tired of moving! We found a place. We were supposed to be this big, happy family and now that’s impossible! And then you didn’t want me coming along today, which was even worse and—“

Daryl pulls you to him, wrapping those muscly arms protectively around your small frame and hugging you close. He plants a kiss on your lips, most likely to have you stop talking. You admit to yourself that your little outburst wouldn’t help anything, this was unstoppable. This is how the new world works, people are different.

You stand on your tiptoes so Daryl can stand up straight instead of curving down to meet you. He backs the two of you up until your back hits the wall of the hallway and his overly large hands rest on either side of your shoulders. He keeps you in place by squishing you between his legs and pressing against your chest with his.

He growls a little as you touch his broad shoulders, shrugging until you understood that he wants you to hold your hands behind his head.

Once you’re holding onto him, he grabs your thighs and pulls them around his waist, still holding you against the wall as he tries to kiss you harder, not realizing his own strength, but you don’t want to stop him.

The rush of the moment engulfs Daryl and you, sending the two of you into a blinding heap on the floor, tangled within each other as the afternoon continues on, a bird chirping in the background as the only noise through the whole house.

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It hits you only after it’s done. Daryl is lying on you, his face buried in your fully clothed chest. His pants are still around his ankles, though yours seem to be missing from sight. You glance around, hoping that they’re in reach and you can slip them on quickly—no luck.

Daryl moves and lifts his head up, his eyes meeting yours. His cheeks practically glow in the dim sunlight as he looks down, a little chuckle leaving his lips. “That jus’ happened…”

You nod, trying to keep the blanket you must have found somehow in the act and covered you two with. “You didn’t have to do that…” You mutter, still trying to spot your pants. The house is a mess anyway, there’s no telling where they landed.

He stops trying to pull his pants up and looks at you. “I thought… ya needed the distraction.”

“We don’t need another pregnancy.” You think you see your jeans. You lean over and snatch them up, pulling them on quickly before Daryl can abject.

“Whoa.” Daryl follows your lead, buckling his ripped up jeans and standing beside you. “I ain’t tryna impregnate you, Y/N.” He reaches out for your  shoulder but you pull away and cross your arms over your chest.

Tears sting your eyes, you try to blink them away so he doesn’t see how upset you are. “I don’t want to become another Lori…”

You hear his footsteps walk over to you and feel his hand on your back. He gently rubs between your shoulder blades and kisses the top of your head. “I ain’t lettin’ that happen. We ain’t gotta make love no more…”

You turn around and wipe away the tears from under your eyes. “Make love?”

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Baby cries harder which each passing minute. You follow Daryl inside, carrying the bag full of baby supplies you hope are needed to raise a newborn.

You set the bag on a table and Maggie and Beth rush over, Beth making up a bottle as quickly as she can.

You glance over and see Daryl holding the baby. He’s got her head placed on his elbow for support and his other hand lying on her tummy until Beth hands him the bottle. He sticks it in her mouth, making her quiet—finally.

“You’re so good with her.” You say gently, no longer mad. How could you be? Daryl is good with kids, he always has been. Sophia, Carl, now Carl’s little sister.

Daryl smiles at you, a certain twinkle in his eye that told you everything will be okay.

Please? Part Nine

This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.

(A/N; this was originally going to be the end of this story, but a lot of you seem to really like it. Shall I continue into season 3 or keep a season 2 thing?)

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Everyone is sitting in the living room, everyone is on edge. With the kid gone and with Shane’s gun, it was a scary thing to move. What if he came back and shot someone? What if he shoots Daryl? What if Shane shoots someone?

The thoughts swarm your mind, taking over as the time ticks by. It’s been almost two hours now since they have gone off into the woods. Not only Daryl, but Glenn and Shane, too. You will be heartbroken if Glenn doesn’t return to Maggie.

The door opens. You and Andrea jump to your feet and look over, seeing Daryl and Glenn hurry inside. They look around the room.

“Where they at?” Daryl asks, his eyes landing on you.

“It’s just you two. We haven’t seen the others.” Andrea says.

“There was a shot.” Daryl insists, still keeping his eyes on you.

You shrug a shoulder. “We haven’t left the house, Daryl. It wasn’t us…” Your heart starts to race and you feel your throat tighten. Rick may not have been your favorite person, but if he had been shot…

Daryl lets out a huff of air and stands in the middle of the room, his crossbow securely at his side. “We got us a problem. That boy? We think…” he pauses long enough to glance over at Glenn, who nods at him to continue. “He’s a walker now. Neck broke…. Somethin’ ‘bout their tracks ain’t right. He ain’t no tracker, neither of ‘em.”

“Please,” Lori walks over to Daryl, her big doe eyes pleading him. “Please go out there and find my husband and Shane, please.” She reaches out and takes Daryl’s shoulder.

For a moment, you see how uncomfortable Daryl is, having someone else touch him. Someone who was so rude to him before, now pleading for his help. The next second, he nods and assures her that he’ll find Rick and Shane.

He takes one more look at you before he and Glenn disappear out the door again, running off toward the gunshot everyone heard moments ago.

Andrea takes off after them, wanting to help. You want to, but you’re afraid of the angry yelling that will come from everyone, even Dale, if he were here. That was the only thing stopping you right now, the thought of Dale.

Lori rubs her face and hurries upstairs to check on Carl. You and Beth share a look of worry. You both feel it, the feeling of dread. It tightens in your stomach, clutching it hard and twisting with fury. You aren’t sure how you knew, how she knew, but something is not right.

“Fuck…” Daryl says from the front porch.

You, along with T-Dog, Carol, Hershel, and Maggie, rush to the door and see that Andrea, Glenn, and Daryl are all frozen in their tracks. This was the feeling. The feeling that everything is about to change.

Looking out into the field, you can hardly see them, but they are there. Shadows marching. At first, it looks like a few dozen bodies trailing toward the house. After staring, letting your eyes adjust, you see that there are not a few dozen, but a few hundred Walkers are heading straight for you.

“He’s gone!” The door flies open and Lori steps out. She looks at everyone’s faces. “Carl… He’s not in his room!” She panics. When she sees it, she’s frozen.

“I’ll get the guns.” Andrea runs off.

You look up at Daryl. He’s just standing there, holding his crossbow, not aiming it yet. You suppose they’re too far out to hit. “Daryl…” You mutter, walking beside him and taking your hand in his.

“Go inside with Lori.” He commands. It throws you off guard to hear him speak to you like that, so flatly, so…dead.

“I want to help.” You insist.

“No.”

“Here!” Andrea brings over the bag of guns and ammo. She sits it down in the wicker chair and grabs her own, loading it quickly before she runs off again.

Maggie grabs a shotgun and throws one to Glenn. “Hope you’re a good shot.” She looks at him.

Glenn hesitates and looks at Daryl then Maggie. “This is insane…” He mutters.

“Y/N. Take Hershel inside. You two ‘n Lori should lock yourselves in the cellar.” Daryl lets go of your hand and points inside. “Safer.”

Hershel grabs a gun and looks at the man, his head held high. “This is my farm. I will go down with it, die here if that’s what happens.”

Daryl shrugs. “Inside.” He kisses your cheek quickly and hops over the railing, running off into the night, toward the horde of walkers.

They can’t kill all of them, it’s a waste of bullets. The best thing to do would be get in the vehicles and take off, come back when it was safe to get their things. That was all out the door with everyone separated.

You take a look in the bag and pull out a gun. It feels a little too big for you, the weight hurting your hand as you try to aim. It’s already loaded.

“Maggie!” Glenn shouts as he runs over to one of the cars. She grabs the keys and runs over.

“Let me help.” You run over with them. “I can help.”

“Can you shoot that thing?” Maggie pauses while Glenn gets in. “This may not be a good idea…”

“I want to help.” You grab the handle of the car and pull yourself into the back seat, settling in as Maggie and Glenn share a look.

No time to argue. They get in, Maggie driving off beside the RV, Daryl’s Bike, and Hershel’s truck. You all form together, driving in a line down the road to the barn which was now on fire, burning bright and warm. That must be where Rick and Shane were, if they made it out of the woods.

Maggie whips the car around and you and Glenn roll down your windows, aiming your weapons at the walkers that were heading toward whatever sound they could. Between the cars and the fire, they were scattering.

You try to get the feel of the gun before you take the safety off, which takes you an embarrassingly long time to figure out. You aim it and take your first shot, the gun throwing your hands back hard. You wince at the pain but it doesn’t seem to stay long, you don’t pay attention the more you shoot. The bullets just leave the barrel one at a time, hitting whatever stood in their way.

Maggie circles around them, coming to a sudden stop when the wall of bodies appears. She can’t make it through.

You roll your window up quickly before one of them reaches in.

“Go!” Glenn yells.

“I can’t…” Maggie’s breathing picks up and she starts to shake her head.

“Back up!” You look behind and there’s nothing except for the burning barn.

Maggie’s shoulders start to shake and she shifts her eyes over to Glenn’s. “Glenn, I—“

You scream as a walker hits your window. Maggie jumps and throws the car in reverse, hardly looking behind her as she races to get away from all the dead bodies.

It doesn’t take long before Glenn shouts that he’s out of bullets. He pulls himself back in the car and starts to reload, looking around, through the blood that covers the car already.

You’re looking for the others, seeing if you can find anybody, but they all seem to be in their own little world somewhere out there.

The night goes on in nothing but terror. This is a scene right out of one of your old horror movies, the ones you used to watch as a kid. Now, living them, you wonder why you liked them so much, especially those scenes, the big scenes, the scenes where no one makes it out alive.

The barn was almost totally engulfed in the flames, burning whatever or whoever remained inside. Walkers made their way to the house, breaking windows and doors open. There was no possible way to ever return, to call this place home again.

You don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that you haven’t seen your friends, or Daryl. He was smart, he was brilliant, surely he found a way out and saved himself. A part of you wonders if he even tried to look for you before he left.

Glenn told Maggie to drive away, just drive away and not look back. There was no point in trying to kill the rest of them, there were far too many of them and not enough bullets. He agreed with you, once you told him you wished you all would have packed up and left. At least then you would know where everyone is.

It doesn’t get better as the night turns into morning. The worry of your friends is still there, the worry that none of them made it out alive. Maggie and Glenn remain quiet, probably having the same thoughts you were.

***

You can’t remember when, but at some point Glenn started driving and ran into Lori, T-Dog, and Beth in their own truck. Nobody stops, but Beth and Maggie wave to each other as Glenn passes and leads the way. It seems you are all in agreement to head to the highway where Sophia was lost.

The highway hasn’t changed since you were last here. It feels like none of that even happened, not the fight, not the loss of anyone. It all feels like some kind of dream…

You lift your head at the sound of a motorbike and spot Daryl just ahead, driving carefully down the stretch of road. Carol spins her head around when she hears the cars, nodding at you. A little pang of jealousy hits you as you watch her on the back of his bike.

As soon as Glenn stops the car, you jump out and fling yourself at Daryl, wrapping your arms around his neck, not wanting to let go of him ever again. He slips his arms around you, holding you to him. He’s a little hesitant on it at first, giving in when you cling onto him.

“You scared me…” He mumbles into your hair.

“Never leave my side.” You pull away with tears in your eyes. This is something good, it’s something that makes you both happy. The events of last night made you realize that it could all be gone in a snap of your fingers.

Daryl studies your face, chewing the inside of his cheek. He nods when Rick stands up and looks around, taking a headcount.

***

It was decided to keep going. After the loss of everyone, Rick and Daryl wanted to keep going, to keep people safe. It was too dangerous to stay on that highway, especially now.

You’re on the back of Daryl’s bike, holding onto him for dear life. It’s a great feeling to be there, to feel the wind licking your hair back, to have the road rumbling under the tires. This was different than any other vehicle, and you can’t imagine riding in a car ever again.

Daryl doesn’t seem too keen on letting you go, either. Even when Rick honks for him to pull over, he keeps you there, locked at his side with an arm around your shoulders. A few months ago, this would be too clingy for you. Now, you are relieved Daryl is that kind of man.

Rick and Lori walk off from the group while the others take points and watch for Walkers. You and Daryl stay near the cars, ready to hop on and drive off if anything were to happen. You had this talk before you drove off, promising to keep each other safe. You two had a plan.

“What do ya think?” Daryl whispers. “Sleep here?”

“I don’t like it.” You whisper back, looking up at him. “Maybe we should go on and leave.”

Daryl sighs. “Give ‘im a little more time. He’s a good guy.”

“Yeah…” You let your hands fall from Daryl’s neck. “A good guy who leads us into danger.”

Daryl reaches for you and holds you close to him. He shakes his head, his beard tickling your cheek. “Please, trust me.”

Please. The word sounds strange now. Hearing it makes your skin crawl because please was only said in an act of desperation, it was a sign of weakness.