*The word 濃い (koi) means thick, strong, rich, etc. In Japan there’s an idiom 顔が濃い (kao ga koi) which means someone with strong facial features, like Jun (I’m pretty sure you’ve heard about this before xD).
Imagine being mute and Daryl saving you from Shane's advances
WARNING : MENTIONS OF ASSAULT/ NEAR RAPE EXPERIENCE
(Wooo Daryl :3 and shame on you Shane -_- lol sorry I made Shane an ass but that’s the request XD so hope it is as requested and you all like it :D Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)
From the start of the outbreak, you found yourself being part of a group that had bonded over while stuck in the traffic.
Despite having difficulty communicating with them, as you were born mute, they had welcomed you and had found different ways to talk to you.
Over the time, you had grown close to Daryl, as he would often offer you help with whatever it is that you needed and just felt like he oddly got along with you a lot.
When he first met you, he was clueless about you being mute and simply thought you were quiet and someone who liked to keep to yourself.
He didn’t want to bother you with what might be some rude questions, so he just kept it to himself until one night by the campfire, he finally figured it out.
He notice how he had made you laugh but as no sound would come out, he forgot himself and asked you honestly, only to get an answer from the others around.
Since, he felt even more attached to you and would do all sorts of thing to keep you safe. He had even taken the habit of learning sign language from you just to be able to understand you even more.
Although, he would be confused and just straight up be clumsy, it all made you smile to see his efforts and just as him you felt like you wanted to be closer to him.
You had even taught him something you had never had the habit to do for anyone else but your older brother, the sign you had both made up for “I trust you”.
You put your hand to his chest to feel his heartbeat and with your finger simply crossed an x on him and tapped three times for each of the words.
After explaining to him in your way how special it was, he caught onto it’s meaning and teared up with a big smile.
“You’re silly…Trusting me? You really feel that way?”
You let out a smile and nodded at him. Putting your hand to his, you did it one more time, making him grab your wrist to truly understand the meaning.
He pulled your hand away and reached over to do the same.
It didn’t make you feel uncomfortable whatsoever and neither did it him as to you both, it was the meaning behind the gesture that mattered.
“And I trust you as well…Y/N…”
He looked into your eyes after it and suddenly realized how he had been holding your other hand and got embarrassed about it.
You noticed how he changed and simply shook your head at him. It made him ruffle your hair jokingly and say, “Don’t shake your head at me…You get embarrassed too sometimes…I see you…”
As your smile came back, he laughed along with you and you both stayed by the fire for a little while before heading to your tents.
As you sat there, smiling, someone else has had his eyes on you for a while. From his tent, Shane had witness everything and seemed to be particularly interested into seeing you being so casual about a man putting his hand to your chest.
It didn’t matter that it wasn’t sexual, he only saw it as an opportunity that he himself could have.
After Rick has introduced himself to all of you, Lori had dumped and pushed him away from her life and it just devastated him. He needed someone for a while and seeing you so comfortable around a man, gave him ideas.
With what had happened at the CDC and to most of your cars, you all traveled along the road to find a better place to keep you safe for the moment.
The weather was hot and the sun was starting to set, making Daryl move out to go get something to eat.
He quietly parted away from all of you and although you would want to follow him, he signaled you that he’d be back soon enough.
You nodded and with that, you were left with the others to help set up the camp. Suddenly, you felt Lori tapping your shoulder and as you turned to her, she kindly signaled you to help find some mushroom for the late dinner.
She explained herself that she had to stay by Carl’s side for the while as he had gotten sick. You nodded, understanding her reason and took the bucket she handed.
You walked further away from the camp and carefully searched for whatever was edible, really.
You touched the ground to feel whatever you could in the grass and eventually got on your hands and knees to pick up the goods you found.
Without noticing, you strayed further from the camp, wanting to completely fill up your bucket. You heard some rusting and crackling of leaves here and there but simply didn’t put too much thought into it.
At some point, the noise grew closer and made you turn your head to check around. Nothing. You kept searching for a moment and heard it all again. You felt like leaving but as you turned around, Shane appeared in front of you.
It made you jumped but only served to make him chuckle. Taking a few deep breaths, you managed to “ask” him, as to what he is doing here.
He simply shrugged and titled his head to the side as it still made him laugh to see you. You were wearing shorts, your shirt inside your flannel was tight enough to give him an idea of your body and the fact that you were mute, made it perfect for what he had thought of doing to you.
Far away, from any prying eye, he knew he could finally make you his and probably even hurt Lori while at it.
With you signalling him your question, he decided to not understand anymore and just hinted at you as to what will come to you.
“I’m sorry, Y/N…I don’t get what you mean…”
He got closer as he said those words and made you back away from him. You knew something was off and strange about him and couldn’t let yourself down.
You responded in a more aggressive way and completely forgot about the bucket, as you let it drop to the ground, in order to use both your hands.
He kept walking towards you and claiming that he really didn’t understand your meaning. You shook your head at him and kept trying to push him away with your “words”, only to suddenly feel yourself being grabbed by the arms.
He hold you closely to him and you knew of his intentions. You panicked and tried to fight him off but it came to no use as he pinned you down to the ground.
He gripped your wrists to have more control over you and with a cocky smile, he said “Don’t fight it…I saw you with Daryl the other night…You like being touched by men, don’t you…”
He proceeded to slide his hand down your chest and instantly you tried to get him away from you.
You moved your arms as much as you could but nothing would seem to make him stop. Quite the opposite, he took it as a sign of to start kissing your neck thinking that it’ll calm you down.
You hated each instant of it and tried to butt your head against his but swiftly he’d move to the other side of your neck. His grip on you tighten when you would try to kick him off and and his lips would only suck on you harder.
You wanted to scream out but nothing but your faint strangled groan would come out. You heard him chuckle and he just had to taunt you.
“Poor you, Y/N…No one can hear you here…You’re stuck here with me…And after this…you’ll just want to be mine…”
He kept at it and you slowly felt yourself growing tired from the fight you put out and your grunts only made you breathless.
You felt his finger slide to your pants and into your panties, you were losing hope and thought of how much of a mistake you made, going so far off the tracks.
You thought as to what the others might say and think and knew he had you in the palm of his hand. With Rick being his friend and how close the others were, you didn’t think anyone would believe your side of the story and that made you tear up.
You thought it over and over and tried to forget as to what was happening. Closing your eyes, you denied it until suddenly you heard some leaves rustling again and a familiar and angry voice behind Shane.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
In that instant, you felt Shane being lifted up and saw him being pushed to the ground.
It was Daryl and you couldn’t be any happier to see him. Daryl had straddled Shane and with no hesitation he started to punch him.
He didn’t had to witness all of it to know in his heart you wouldn’t have ever agreed to this. It angered him to see you being taken advantage that way and he couldn’t believe it would’ve been someone in the group.
He started to yell at him in anger and didn’t even wait for any explanation to keep going. Blood spewed out onto him but it didn’t matter to him.
He wanted to protect you and make sure that this kind of behavior never ever happens again.
“You think you can just take advantage of her like that? What the fuck is wrong with you!Don’t! You! Ever! Fucking! Touch! Her! Again! You fucking piece of shit! Do you understand!”
He yelled and kept striking him, making sure his message was understood. He didn’t feel his cuts stinging him so much he cared more to make you feel safe.
You closed your flannel to cover yourself and backed away from him. You didn’t want to stop him at all and just let Daryl take care of it.
Relief, was the only thing you felt to see him and couldn’t had hope for better.
Finally, after Shane had passed out from all of the pain, Daryl stopped. He took some deep breaths and tried to wipe the blood away from his face, only to actually smear it all over with his hand.
He looked for you with his eyes and just felt the need to go comfort you in that moment. He knew what it felt to be that scared, to think that you’re alone in the world and no one could hear you.
He got up and opened his arms as he slowly made his way to you.
“Y/N…you’re alright? Are you okay?”
You could hear and see the concern he had for you and it just made you weak. You couldn’t deny that you weren’t alright and just shook your head.
He finally got close enough to pull you in a tight embrace and you held onto his neck and shoulders.
You felt him stroke your hair and he reassured you that it’ll be okay.
A/N: @deanssweetheart23 I warned you not to tempt me… and now it’s here. This could turn into a little mini-series if you guys are interested, so let me know. (Fire photos are mine/from my local department, Dean is from google)
Quick language guide for those of you who don’t live with a police scanner providing constant background noise: BOLO (be on the look-out), MVA (motor vehicle accident), ALS (advanced life support), Car 3-2 (Lieutenant’s vehicle)
You hadn’t meant to do it. Certainly not when Dean was within earshot. But it was right there, eight-legged and on your damn desk, and it had to go. Even if you already knew you’d never hear the end of it as you heard Dean’s boots thundering down the hallway.
“Y/N?!” Dean called, bursting through your door with his gun raised. The eldest Winchester gave the room a quick once-over and then settled his gaze on you, assessing for damage with frantic eyes. He lowered his gun just the slightest bit. “Y/N? What happened? … Are you okay?”
You smiled sheepishly at Dean and walked forward, pulling the gun from his calloused fingers with a gentle tug. “I’m okay, it’s just – uh …”
“What? What’s wrong?”
There was no apparent danger and you’d already dropped the gun on the bed, but Dean’s voice was still edged with concern. So you stepped aside and wordlessly pointed at the desk.
The look Dean shot back would make Lucifer himself quiver in his boots.
“A spider?” he said calmly. “You screamed because of a spider?”
“It’s a big spider.”
“It’s the size of my pinky nail!”
“Yeah, well, you have fat fingernails …”
Dean just rolled his eyes and reached for your desk with his bare hand, intending to solve your bug problem, but you caught his wrist mid-swing and stopped him from crushing the eight-legged pest.
“Wait, you need to use a tissue!” you cried.
His eyebrows knit together. “Why?”
“Because you’ll get spider guts on you!”
“So?” Dean just stared at you blank-faced. “Y/N, you do realize you’re a hunter, right? You’ve been covered in monster bits more times than I can count. How is this any different?”
“Because this is spider guts, Dean! Spider guts.”
“Spiders are the spawn of Satan!”
“Okay, we’ve met Satan and I don’t think -”
“Satan, I tell you! Satan!”
You ran across the room and quickly pulled a Kleenex from the box on your nightstand, passing it to Dean and backing up a step in case he missed his target. A motion he noted, if his raised eyebrows were any indication, which only served to make him look even less impressed.
“Okay. I’m killing the spider,” Dean said, holding up the Kleenex for you see, “with a tissue.” You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off before you could, already knowing exactly what you were going to say. “And I won’t miss.”
And he didn’t.
The spider was gone in a matter of seconds and Dean was tossing the crumpled up Kleenex into the trash on his way out the door, looking over his shoulder before leaving and flashing a quick smile. “You’re lucky I love you.”
A/N: Okay, I don’t usually put Author’s Notes on imagines because they’re so short but in this case I felt like I should because I really don’t think this is my best work. I decided to post it anyway because I agonized over this fic for too long to not put it up ( @skymoonandstardust knows what I’m talking about and thank you for putting up with me, girl!) but I just wanted you guys to know that I’m fully aware it’s not that good. Apologies, friends.
*These gifs are not mine, both the gifs are from Google Images*