Bail (pre-apocalypse!Daryl x Reader) Pt 2
Characters- teenage!Reader, teenage!Daryl Dixon, teenage!Rick Grimes, teenage!Shane Walsh and teenage!Lori Grimes.
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Y/N and Daryl slept over at her house after the whole mishap with the police station and Merle, but Y/N has forgotten that family friend Rick is supposed to stay with her while her parents are away. Rick is very protective of Y/N and sees her as his little sister and if he finds out that Daryl is there, he’ll flip out. Y/N calls her best friend Lori over to help because she knows Rick has the biggest crush on her. Everything goes well until Shane tries to make a few advances towards Y/N, making her extremely uncomfortable.
Warnings- strong language, fluff, angst, a little bit of violence, sexual assault.
“Rick? Shane?” My eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“Hey!” Rick smiles.
Shane looks ridiculously bored and not at all interested in me or whatever Rick’s agenda is.
“What’s up?” I ask Rick.
“Did you forget?” Rick replies, tilting his head to the side slightly.
I completely forgot that Rick is supposed to stay with me while my parents are in Cuba. Rick is the son of my parents’ best friends and we’ve pretty much grown up together, so he’s kind of like a big brother to me. A big brother that doesn’t know that I have a boyfriend that’s been thrown in a jail cell three times.
“Nah, I didn’t forget!” I lie, chuckling awkwardly. “I just slept in, is all.” I add, still standing in the door way.
Rick and Shane loo at each other and then look back at me like they’re expecting something.
“So can we come in, or..?” Rick asks.
“Oh! Yeah, yeah sorry.” I move aside, letting both boys walk past the threshold of my home. I close the door and then turn to see Shane taking in hi new, unfamiliar surroundings.
“Nice place.” He mumbles.
“Uh, thanks.” I reply.
A clatter sounds upstairs, immediately catching our attention.
“The fuck was that?” Rick begins to walk up the stairs to investigate, but I’m soon to leap in front of him.
“Probably just the cat!” I laugh.
“You don’t have a cat.” Rick scowls.
“Right. Oh! It’s probably just Lori! She stayed over last night.” I giggle, continuously making up lies and untruths on the spot.
“Lori’s here?” Rick’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree.
Rick’s had a crush on Lori since I can remember. He’d always tag along to our soccer games and say it was to support me, but I knew that he only wanted to gawk at Lori.
“Yeah… yeah! And she… um… just got in the shower!” Luckily for me, it sounds like Daryl actually did get into the shower, so Rick believes me straight away.
“I uh… I’ll go get dressed. Back soon.” I say, backing up the stairs, my awkward walk eventually turning into a run.
I run straight to the phone beside my bed and dial Lori’s number.
“Hello?” Lori picks up after a few dial tones.
“”Lori, it’s me.” I whisper, so the boys downstairs don’t hear me scheming.
“Oh hey! I was just about to call you!” Lori says cheerfully.
“Listen, I need you to come over, I need your help.” I beg, looking over my shoulder because of the looming possibility that Rick or Shane could come in at any moment and foil my lies.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Her tone switches from Jolly to concerned within a matter of seconds.
“I’m fine, I just have a major dilemma. Rick and Shane are here.”
“I’m struggling to see why that’s an issue.” Lori retorts.
“Because Daryl stayed here last night and now he’s in the shower!” I exclaim.
“Oh shit… that’s not good.”
“Wait, wait, how am I gonna make this any better?”
“I may or may not have told them that it’s you in the shower.” I reply sheepishly.
I hear Lori let out an amused scoff, making it obvious that she finds my mistake downright comical.
“I’ll be there in to minutes. I’ll climb the tree, make sure your window’s open.” She’s not even trying to make her laughter discreet at this point.
“Thank you!” I let out a relieved sigh, also thanking whatever higher power just saved my ass.
A couple of anxiety filled minutes later, Lori appears in the tree outside my bedroom and pulls herself through my window.
“You owe me. Big time.” She sighs, rolling her eyes as she stands upright and brushes herself off, pulling leaves and twigs out of her long dark hair.
“We can have this discussion later!” I hiss, pulling her to the bathroom. I signal for her to wait as I creep into the bathroom, where I find Daryl wrapping a towel around his waist.
“Someone’s impatient.” He smirks, stepping forward and leaning his head down to kiss me.
“We have a problem.” I tell him, placing a hand on his chest to stop him.
“What kind of problem?” He asks.
“The kind of problem where I completely forgot that my friend Rick is supposed to be staying with me this week because my parents asked him to and I haven’t told him about you and he thinks I’m still a virgin and him and his friend Shane are actually downstairs right now. That kind of problem.” I confess in a rambling fashion.
Daryl face-palms at my little slip up, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at my idiocy.
“And what the hell am I supposed to do?” He sighs.
“I told them it was Lori in the shower.” I reply.
“Who the hell is Lori?”
And as if on que, Lori pokes her head around the door with a mischievous grin spread across her glossed lips.
“That would be me. Go hide!” She smiles as she trots into the bathroom and shoves her head under the still running water, so it looks like she’s been the one making all of the noise.
“Where am I supposed to hide!? Daryl exclaims. I frustratedly shush him in fear that Rick and Shane will hear a male voice that clearly doesn’t belong to either myself or Lori
“I don’t know, in her room or something!” Lori suggests, the water still making it’s way through her hair.
“Okay, who is this!?”
“Ugh, Daryl, my best friend Lori. Lori, my boyfriend Daryl. Glad we’re all acquainted, now can we please-”
“Y/N? Everything okay up there?” Rick shouts from downstairs.
My eyes widen with panic at the sound of his voice, realizing that he’s clocked and is starting to get suspicious. I don’t blame him. I would be too if I heard a hushed argument between my life-long my friend, my crush and another mysterious entity.
“Yeah, all good Rick! We’ll be down in a second!” I yell back.
“No more questions, come on!” I hiss, cutting Daryl off and shoving him out of the bathroom, over into my room and then onto my bed.
“Can’t you just get rd of them?” Daryl pleads, slightly adjusting his towel.
“I’ll try my best, but Rick’s real stubborn.” I sigh, scratching my head in thought.
“Who the fuck is Rick?”
“I told you about Rick. Family friend? My parents are friends with his parents? Rick Grimes?” I attempt to jog Daryl’s memory.
“Rick Grimes?” He mocks, causing me to roll my eyes.
“Yes, Rick Grimes. Now, be quiet, be patient, and for God’s sake- behave.”
Daryl salutes sarcastically and flops backwards to lie down as I change into regular clothes that aren’t joggers and a sweater with David Bowie’s face on it. I pride myself on how classy my nightwear is.
“I look okay?” I pant dues to rushing around to find something clean, fitting, and actually presentable.
“You look fine.” He sighs without even glancing at me. “As long as it’s okay for Rick Grimes, right?” Daryl mumbles bitterly.
I stand in shock at Daryl’s snide and petty comment as he idly taps his stomach with his fingers, clearly being a jackass on purpose.
“Screw you, Daryl.” I scoff and storm out.
I jog downstairs and discover all three of the others on my couch. Lori and Rick are deep in conversation while Shane aimlessly flicks through my TV channels.
“You guys want drinks or something?” I ask, but with no response from anyone.
“Great.” I whisper and stroll over to the kitchen, grabbing a beer out of the fridge. I lean against the counter and stress about the two boys in my lounge and the petty one in my bedroom. I take a sip and close my eyes, attempting to calm down and not overthink the situation. As I’m mid-thought, I feel another presence in the room and turn around to find Shane sitting on the counter opposite me. He tilts his head to the side and runs his eyes over my body, making me shuffle awkwardly.
“You okay?” I ask, starting to feel a little uncomfortable.
“Oh yeah, just fine. What about you? You good? You seem a little tense, sugar.”
His voice is husky and rough, but not like Daryl’s; Shane’s is predatory and has the ability to send shivers of discomfort down my spine. His deep brown eyes travel down to my chest, causing me to cross my arms to stop him staring.
“I uh… I’m just tired, Shane.” I force a smile to look somewhat polite.
“Don’t you lie to me, Y/N… I know what you were up to last night. Saw you hangin’ around the Sheriff’s department making out with Dixon.” Shane teases
My entire body stiffens at his words, my throat and chest tightening. I gulp out of nervousness and force a false chuckle.
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talkin’ about, Shane. Lori and I were here all night last night. Must have gotten me mixed up with someone else. I have one of those faces.”
Shane shakes his head and lets out a dark chuckle.
“Trust me, I’d know your pretty face anywhere, Angel.”
I grimace at the term of endearment. That’s what Daryl calls me. Only Daryl. Coming from Shane, it sounds like pure garbage.
“Listen, I won’t tell Rick.” Shane smiles.
I let out a sigh of relief and my whole body relaxes, but that all comes to a halt when Shane utters those three little words.
“On one condition.”
My heart pounds in my chest as I force my legs to stop shaking in fear as Shane edges closer and closer.
“What do you want from me, Shane?” I quiver.
“Oh, you know what I want…” He runs his fingers down my bare arm, leaving a trail of terror-induced goosebumps.
“Go to hell, Walsh.” I growl, still too petrified to move.
“Hey, Rick?” Shane shouts, his eyes still locked on me.
“No! Shane, please don’t.” I whimper.
“All you have to do is yes, Y/N. It’s just a quick fuck.”
I hear Rick’s footsteps approach the kitchen and my entire body starts to tremble with panic and anxiety, my heart beating out of my chest and my breath getting caught in my throat.
“Fine… fine, I’ll do it.” I cave.
Rick enters the kitchen and Shane turns to face him.
“What’s up?” Rick questions.
“You and Lori want drinks?” Shane asks, earning a small sigh of relief from me.
“Yeah, sure. Y/N, your Dad won’t mind, right?” Rick asks, completely clueless as to the pressure and blackmail that just took place in this very room.
“N-no, it should be fine.” I stammer nervously, resulting in Rick shooting a concerned gaze my way. I smile reassuringly as to not raise any questions.
“We’ll bring them out in a sec.” Shane nods and Rick eagerly walks back to Lori, thankful that he finally has some time with her. Shane turns back to face me, an evil grin stretched across his lips, eyeing me up like a lion does it’s prey.
“Shane, I have a boyfriend, I can’t just-”
“Daryl Dixon? He’s a redneck piece of shit.” Shane scoffs.
“Shut your mouth. You don’t know him like I do. The only piece of shit around here is you.” I scowl, attempting to drum up some confidence.
Shane leans forwards and puts his lips to my ear.
“You’ll think very differently once I’ve had my way with you.” He whispers and walks away. A wave of nausea washes over me and I lean against the counter-top, letting out a shaky breath. I have to clench my eyes closed to stop tears from running down my face and force my shoulders to relax so I don’t curl up into a ball and just completely break down. How did I get myself into this? Why didn’t I just tell Rick when Daryl and I first got together? I could’ve made this so much easier for myself and now I’ve backed myself into a corner.
A little while later, when Lori, Shane, Rick and I are sat in my lounge watching TV, Lori throws her head back and lets out a complaining groan.
“I’m so hungry! Should we order a pizza?” She asks.
“Better yet,” Shane starts. “Why don’t you two go get it? Pizza place isn’t too far and it’s real nice outside. You two can y’know… talk.” He smirks.
I realize what his ulterior motives are. Getting Lori and Rick out of the house so he can do God knows what to me… my eyes immediately dart over to Lori and silently beg her not to go, but she doesn’t notice my pleading stare and blushes a little.
“Sure. Rick, you want to?” Lori smiles.
“Yeah! I mean, yeah sure. Why not?” Rick replies.
The two get up and Shane grins slyly at me from across the room, striking fear and disgust into my very soul. He won’t really make me… right? He’s not that bad.
My train of thought is broken by Lori giggling and the front door slamming shut. I jerk my head in Shane’s direction and immediately stand to my feet in a defensive manner.
“Shane… please. Look, I’ll tell Rick, okay? About Daryl, about everything.” I plead.
“Deal’s a deal, baby girl.” Shane relaxes back into the couch and keeps his stare on me, his hard, emotionless brown eyes taking in every curve and inch of my body.
“Y’know what, screw you. I don’t have to do shit.” I scoff and begin to walk away. Shane jumps over to the back of the couch and pushes me up against the wall by my shoulders with a great force that causes me to hit my head and let out a pained groan.
“Where’d you think you’re goin’?” He snickers.
“Let me go, Shane!” I cry out.
“Y’know what, I think we’ll have some fun first,” he rips the strap of my shirt down my shoulder as I continuously struggle against his strong grip. “I’d stop squirmin’ if I was you, it’s just going to make this more difficult. Well, for you anyways.”
He kneels down, throws me over his shoulder and carries me over to the couch, where he throws me down and almost immediately pins my body beneath his.
“Shane, stop!” I scream. “Please!”
“You can yell all you want, ain’t nobody going to hear you-”
Shane’s word’s are cut short as he’s dragged off of me and tossed to the floor by Daryl, who then goes on to violently kick the shit out of him. Shane attempts to get up, but is unsuccessful when Daryl leans over him and brutally punches him in the face over and over and over again.
“Daryl, he’s done!” I yell, desperately trying to prevent him from killing Shane, despite everything.
And then, just when I manage to pull him away, that’s when I hear it.
“What the fuck is going on here!?” Rick cries out.