A/N: This wasn’t requested, but the song Anchor by Novo Amor inspired me to write this! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3 <3 I love you all so much! <3
You sat on the dock, letting the wind brush through your hair. You often came to the docks when you were stressed or when you needed to think. This time it was both. The breeze felt refreshingly cool against your skin after a warm fall day. The sky was painted with colors from pink, to a light orange. It made the walk from the office worth it.
A pair of footsteps could be heard on the wooden planks behind you, but you didn’t look behind you. There was something captivating about the calmness of the water. The evening sky distracted you from the troubles of today.
“[Y/N],” Gibbs mumbled, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself. We have a murderer still running around.”
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.
Daryl Dixon x Reader
No warnings, just lots of fluffy cuteness.
You sat in the dining room, chewing on your thumbnail and glancing up at
the clock every five minutes. For a while, it seemed like time had stopped. The
little hand barely moving as each passing second goes on and fear enters your
At first, you were so sure Daryl Dixon was a goner. The way he slumped
over Rick’s and Shane’s shoulders as they brought him up to the farm, his cries
for help when he woke up on that bed. Hershel promised he would fix Daryl up,
but you still had your doubts.
Now, Daryl’s cries of pain could be heard throughout the house. You try
to cover your ears, try to focus on your thoughts—it didn’t help. He was too
loud, too much in pain.
“Y/N.” Maggie came flying out of the room, a little bit of blood
staining the front of her shirt. You couldn’t be sure, but you thought it was
Daryl’s. Your stomach tightens at the thought and you had to swallow hard. “Daryl’s
asking for you.” She said in her thick country drawl.
Any other time you would have questioned why Daryl was asking for you,
even though you two were always just a little bit closer than he was with
anyone else. You knew that and everybody else knew that, it was just never so
You got to your feet and made your way into the room. Rick was standing
over Daryl, holding him down with his police officer strength, Hershel, who was
trying his best to work with a fidgeting redneck, and a pacing Shane. None of
them could have prepared you for Daryl, though.
“I need a needle.” Hershel commands as he begins cleaning a wound on
Daryl’s side. You freeze in place as Maggie rushes around and gathers her
father a needle to ready the stitches.
Daryl lifts his head and spots you, his eyes focusing on yours for a
second before he reaches out a bloody hand and calls your name. “Please.” He
begs. It’s very unlike the man, it causes you to hesitate before you dash over
and take Rick’s place at the head of the bed.
“Keep him calm.” Hershel told you as he dug a strange looking knife into
Daryl’s side. You couldn’t look, not at this. Looking would mean it was as bad
as you thought and Daryl was too strong to get hurt, at least that’s what you’ve
been telling yourself for weeks.
“Y/N.” Daryl whimpers and tosses his head into your lap, pressing down
as he tries to hold in more cries.
“I’m here.” You reach around, placing your left hand on the side of his
head and your right hand soothing his shoulder with a gentle massage.
“Dinner was good, thank you.” You rose from the table and went to check
on Daryl. He was seemingly fast asleep when you brought him a tray in to nibble
on, but you hoped he woke up long enough to get a bite or two in. The man was
out in the woods all day without a single bite.
Inside the room, Daryl was still asleep, his body heaving under the
blankets as he clutches them to his chest. It’s a nice, familiar sight you like
to watch. Daryl sleeping always calms you down, no matter what was happening in
the outside world. He was so peaceful, so innocent as he slept the hours away.
You make your way to the other side of his bed and notice he hasn’t
taken a bite yet. You sigh, clearing away the tray so you could take a seat on
the chair beside the bed, wanting to make sure he has someone with him when he
“No,” Daryl grunts and makes you jump. You turn to face him. His eyes
are still closed but he could tell what you were doing so easily. He always
can. “Please?” There it was again, that word you swore was never taught to him.
Twice in one day? You feel lucky.
“If you want.” You say gently and pull his sheets back. His chest is
bare, covered in scars from the day’s events and a little bit of dried up blood
you wish you could have cleaned when you had the chance—not that Daryl would
care in the slightest.
He nods and extends his arms, showing you what he wants, something very
unusual for him. But Daryl was always a man of few words, unless provoked. He
never understood how feelings work, how conversations worked, unless it had to
do with killing something.
You slip under the covers and allow him to wrap his muscular arms around
your torso. He rests his head against your breasts warily, wanting nothing more
than to be held and feel comfort that he hasn’t felt in a long time—if ever.
You read that much off him as he tries to relax, shifting some of his weight
here and there until he found the correct spot and settles.
With a gentle kiss to his forehead, you realize that this wasn’t just
Daryl needing a little bit of comfort. This was Daryl claiming you, telling you
that he was willing to put aside his lonely boy attitude and try something…more.
Pairing – Demon! Dean x pregnant Reader, Sam and Cas x
Triggers – Pregnancy? Uh swearing, and violence.
A/N – I hope I wrote this right, I’m not sure if you meant
you wanted the baby to be a demon, or y/n to be a demon. Also hope you meant
non demon dean proposes to her and she’s not a demon too at the time. Either
way I hope you enjoy.
You ran down the halls, holding onto your pregnant belly and
crying in pain. This wasn’t supposed to happen ever, especially now when you’re
pregnant with his child, fucking Crowley.
“Sam! Cas, please! Please, please help!” You screamed,
running into your bedroom and locking the door after crying quietly into your
hands. You placed your hands on your belly and rubbed it in circles.
“Please don’t come now, not right now.”
You folded your hands and leaned your forehead against them,
crying and praying for Cas to come. The sound of Dean’s boots made you jump as
you prayed harder and harder.
“Come out and play y/n, this is no fun with you hiding and
being a scared bitch!” Your heart broke at the name, knowing Dean would never
call you that.
The pounding on the door made you cry harder, till you heard
Sam’s voice along with Cas’s.
“It’s me and Cas!” He whispered loud enough for you to hear.
You opened up the door and quickly allowed them to come in,
closing it quietly and locking it after.
“Oh y/n, I’m so sorry you’re going through this right now.”
Sam said with a hug.
“It’s not your fault, it’s fuck face Crowley’s. I’m going to
kill him after this I swear, especially if he hurts little Victoria here,
unless it’s a boy if Dean gets his wish.”
You bent over in pain and screamed, gripping onto Sam’s hand
and squeezing it, nearly popping his eyes out from being so wide in pain. Cas
helped you sit on the bed and laid his hand on top of your belly, praying
silently in his head for the baby to wait till after this shit storm was over.
“y/n, I hate to tell you this but I think it’s best for you
and the baby to stay in the panic room. I know it’s not you who’s causing
danger but –“ you cut Sam off.
“I understand, is there any way I can get there without Dean
“I’ll distract him, Cas you take her okay?” You both nodded.
“Stay safe you two”
“You too, Sammy.”
Sam ran out and yelled for Dean, waving his arms in the air
as he ran around. Cas took your hand and walked you to the panic room, hearing
a burst of water hit the floor along with you gasping. He looked at the water
on the floor and at you with confusion, not understanding a thing that’s going
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You yelled angrily, punching a hole in
“The baby’s coming, Cas. I – I can’t deliver it on my own!
What am I supposed to do?!”
“Oh joyful! The baby, is..coming!” Dean’s voice came from
behind, making you panic even more.
Cas reached his hand up and flew Dean across the room,
picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the panic room till Dean came
and pulled him, making you fall to the ground.
“Oh angel boy, you know I don’t go down that easily.”
He punched Cas in the nose and kicked him in the ribs,
walking over to your laying body on the cold hard floor after.
“Dean, please. I know you’re – I know you’re in there! Try
baby, try to control this! Try! Think about our baby girl, or boy. Please!” He
chuckled evily as you cried.
“Oh honey, he’s already dead.”
“Hey, punk.” Sam said, making him turn around then throwing
holy water on his face causing him to scream.
Cas picked you up and carried you to the panic room, locking
the doors after.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do, Cas?!” The sound of high
heels hitting the floor caught your attention, Rowena.
Before you could yell for Sam or Cas they were already out
of the room, and the doors were locked. Leaving you all to yourself, helpless
and the mother of the man who possessed the father of your baby.
“What the fuck do you want?” You breathed out, trying not to
scream in pain.
“Well darling, ya can’t deliver the baby yourself.”
“I would before I’d ever let you touch me, bitch.”
“Well this bitch is about to save your life, cause if nobody
can deliver the baby you and that baby will die before they even find you.” You
looked away and squeezed your eyes shut, letting the tears roll down.
“Why can’t Dean just be here? My Dean. He was supposed to be
here for this.” She placed her hand on your shoulder and gave it a small
squeeze along with a sympathetic smile.
You screamed in pain as you felt your body feeling like it
was being torn apart. Rowena gave you a pillow to bite onto or squeeze. She got
a few rags and a towel.
-Sam, Dean and Cas POV-
Sam tackled Demon Dean as Cas tied him up. They brought him
into another room and placed him in the wooden chair that was underneath the
huge symbol on the ceiling and all around the chair just in case, so he
couldn’t move from that circle.
“Oh, so creative. I’m VERY impressed, dumbasses.” The demon
spoke with a chuckle
“Dean’s girlfriend is pregnant and having his child at any
time, she is in labor right now, all by herself. You know how awful that
fucking is? She could die!”
Dean could hear every word, and see everything. He heard
what Sam said, and he saw the demon hurt Cas but most of all, he could see how
let down and upset you were. All he wanted to do was help you through this
moment, to hear the first cry of his baby.
“You think I care if she dies? She’s a pain in my ass
“I know that’s not you, Dean.”
‘Nope, cause Dean’s dead, and your little niece is next.”
Deans heart stopped, a girl. He was going to be having a
baby girl. Everyone else in the room froze, even Cas.
“A – a niece? It’s a girl?” Sam asked in amazement.
“Yup, but going to be a dead baby girl soon.” He laughed
evily, pissing Sam off to the core.
He read from the book and watched as the demon groaned and
laughed through the pain, barley budging. Cas was throwing holy water at him as
Sam read till he couldn’t read anymore.
“You stupid son of a bitch, you let my brother go and you
let him go now!” Sam yelled in the demon’s face, having a tear slide down his
“Oh, is little Sammy going to cry? Pussy.”
Before Sam could reply the demon arched his back and bent
his neck back, letting out all the evil fly into the air and leaving Dean’s
body. Dean leaned forward with a sigh and tears in his eyes.
“My, my baby… My girlfriend … is she okay?” Sam looked at
Cas with worry, not knowing how to respond.
“Untie me, now! I need to see her!”
“Dean, she’s in the panic room..” Cas said.
“You fucking locked her in the panic room, by herself?!
She’s in labor!”
“We had no other choice Dean! The demon was insane! Sam
yelled, untying his wrists and ankles
Dean didn’t say anything and ran through the bunker, Sam and
Cas following after.
The piercing pain ripped through you as you laid on that
hard bed, thinking of how much you wish Dean was here. You were sweating, more
than you ever have before. You felt like you were going to throw up, or pass
out from pain. Rowena didn’t have any pain medications which nearly killed you,
let alone you didn’t trust her at all.
You arched your back and screamed as loud as you could,
crying and gripping onto the pillow for dear life. You lost count of how many
times you screamed.
“Deannnnn!” You screamed and cried, sounds filling the room.
He ran to the sounds of your screams, banging into the
locked door after. He banged and banged and banged, probably bruising or
breaking his shoulder, he couldn’t tell.
By the time he got actually got the door unlocked your baby
was laying on the towel while Rowena was fixing around the end of your body (If
you know what I mean), while you were laid passed out on the bed. Your eyes
were sunken in and cheek bones were popping out. You were pale, maybe even
Dean charged at Rowena and pushed her against the wall with
anger while Sam and Cas tried to check on you, see if you were alive or not.
Cas checked on you while Sam checked on the baby, it was moving and breathing
so that was a good sign that it was still alive. He cleaned the blood off the
baby while Cas tried to heal you but nothing, he was to weak.
“What the fuck did you do to my girlfriend you bitch!” He
grumbled, pointing a gun at her head.
“Delivered your daughter. You better let me go if you want
her to live, she’s losing to much blood.”
Dean pulled away and let her do her work. He went over to
you and ran his fingers in your hair softly.
“Baby, please wake up. I love you so, so much and I can’t do
this alone…please… I’m not strong enough. I need you to survive, I need US to
survive. I can’t take care of a baby on our own. I need you to wake up, please.
I can’t – I can’t do this alone.”
After about 50 minutes of waiting, pacing and quiet tears
your eyes opened, but they weren’t yours. They were pure black with evil in
them, breaking Dean’s heart.
“Oh, cut the shit with the lovey dovey crap already Dean!”
Sam, Cas and Rowena looked up at you the second you said that, noticing your
“y/n…no..” Sam said under his breath. He ran to get the
bible till you threw him and everyone else against the wall other than the
baby. You got up and walked up to Dean with an evil smirk.
“Oh Dean, it was cozy and fun in your body but …. I like
y/n’s more!” He squinted his eyes and gave the demon a mean glare, that I’m
going to kill you glare.
“If you hurt her I swear to Christ it will be the last thing
you EVER do.”
“Hmph, but not if I hurt the baby?”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
“Oh, but I dare. She never wanted to have a child with you
anyways, so why not take the responsibility off your shoulders?” The demon
walked over to the baby, picking it up gently.
“Oh, you’ll be nice and cozy with us.”
Cas got enough strength to get off the wall somehow, and
took the baby out of your hands and Rowena threw holly water on you, making you
scream. Sam and Dean fell down and ran over to you as well.
“Cas, hold the baby while we go and try to save y/n, okay?
There’s some bottles already ready in the living room, she’s gotta be hungry by
now and for god’s sake don’t drop her.” Sam said, Cas nodded nervously.
Sam and Dean picked ypu up together and carried you to room
they just took Dean in before. They tied you to the chair as you kicked and
laughed, but eventually got it done. Sam started reading from the book as Dean
walked around in circles, pacing.
“She’s already dead, Winchester.”
“Whelp, I guess you’ll be next huh?”
“Or maybe your baby?”
“I don’t think so, I’ll always protect my baby girl even if
it costs my life.”
Eventually the effect of the exorcism was starting to effect
your health dangerously. Which Dean took notice to right away, not to help you
were still having the effects from giving birth earlier.
“Sam, you’re killing her.”
“Yeah Sam…why…why stop now? Do what she’s been begging for
years, kill her.”
“Shut up, what should we do?”
“We have to finish Dean.” Dean sighed and looked the demon
in the eyes.
“y/n, we’re going to get you back, okay? It’s going to be
okay. I love you honey now please work through with this okay? You got this.”
The demon chuckled then grunted in pain. Sam read louder as
the room started to shake along with the sounds of Dean screaming at the
monster inside you.
The black dust flew out and went into the ceiling, leaving
the building finally. Your head dropped as it finally stopped, feeling to weak
to do anything.
“y/n? y/n, talk to me!” Dean yelled, placing his hands on
You looked up slowly and gave him a soft smirk.
“Victoria…Victoria J Winchester.”
Dean’s heart melted at the name, it was like all of his
worries and sadness washed away with the few words. He picked you up bridal
style, being easy not to cause you anymore pain that you were already in. Sam
opened the door and lead the way to the living room,
You all three walked into Cas laying on the couch with
Victoria in his arms, singing her lullaby’s as she slept. He had his coat off and
laid it on her to keep her warm, and had her head against his neck. He looked
over and noticed everyone there, especially you.
“y/n, are you…are you okay?” Cas whispered, trying not to
“Sore as hell, but I’m okay.”
Dean helped you move to the couch and laid you next to Cas.
He sat on the floor while Sam sat in the chair, everyone smiling happily at the
sleeping baby in the angels arms.
“You’re an uncle now Cas, how do ya feel?” Dean smiled,
running his fingers softly over Victoria’s soft hair.
“I’m – I’m an Uncle?” You all smiled with nods, making him
“I feel….I feel great, Dean. I’m going to protect her from
the bad, I promise.”
“We all will Cas, she will be safe and happy with a big
family like us.”
-Few days later-
“She looks just like her mommy.” Dean smiled at his daughter
in your arms.
You looked up at him and kissed him softly, smiling against
“She’s got your green apple eyes and smirk, Dean.”
“Yeah, well she’s as beautiful as her mommy that’s for
Victoria grabbed onto Dean’s finger for what seemed like the
hundredth time, not that he minded of course. He’d never get tired of it and
neither would you. She would always squeeze his finger softly along with a
small smile, like she knew she’s safe.
“Listen baby, I’m so – so f-“ he stopped, realizing not to
swear around the baby.
“I’m so sorry for hurting you when I was .. you know. I
can’t forgive myself for that.”
“Dean, it wasn’t you. I said some pretty rude sh – things to
you that of course I didn’t mean, so let’s call it even and done with.”
He looked at his daughter than back at you.
“I was so scared – when I saw how pale and gray you were,
your eyes sunk in and cheekbones showing. You looked like you were gone, dead.
I have never been so terrified, not to mention how scared I was when I saw your
eyes. I never want to lose you y/n, death or break up. So, I have a question
He got down on one knee and pulled a black box out of the
back of his pocket. Your eyes went wide as you saw how beautiful the ring was,
and when you realized what was going on.
“y/n, I want you to be my girl forever. Will you marry me? I
know I’m a pain in the ass, but I promise to love you forever. And I promise to
love this little cutie forever too.” He said tapping Victoria’s nose.
“Yes Dean, yes!”
He placed the ring on your hand, both shaking from
excitement. He hugged you tightly, cupped your face and kissed you like it was
the first time. After that he kissed Victoria’s head, making her smile.
“I promise to take care of you both forever, my girls.”
“We promise to take care of you too.”
“We have to apologize to Rowena. She did help you with the
birth and all that, I wish I could’ve.”
“There’s always next time, Dean.”
He smiled at the thought, the thought of having a huge
family with the people he loves.
You were cozied up in your bed, surfing through the channels. It was almost 1 in the morning and for some reason, you couldn’t sleep.
There was a loud knock at your door, making your heart beat race and your body jolt under the blanket.
“What the hell?” You mumbled under your breath.
You gripped onto the bat that you kept under your bed, and quietly tip toed over.
Loud grunts echoed through the wooden surface, and it was scaring you even more.
As you took in a deep breath, you looked through the peep hole only to find a tall man with dark shaggy hair.
“Jared?” You thought to yourself.
You opened the door, and met the gaze of familiar Caramel eyes. “W-what are you doing here?” You exhaled, motioning for him to come inside.
He mumbled something you couldn’t quite understand. The smell of alcohol lingered as he strode passed you and into your living room.
“Have you been drinking?” You asked closingn the door.
He turned to you making his face visible. “Maybe.” He chuckled.
Your eyes grew as you noticed the slight cuts and bruises that engraved into his face.
“What the hell happened to you!” You exclaimed, running to him and cupping his cheeks as you scanned over the wounds.
He cringed from the pain that stuck through him, but immediately shook it off. “Just got in to a fight with some asshole at the bar.” He muttered. “You should see the other guy.”
You pursed your lips as you met his gaze for a moment. “What’s gotten into you?”
He let out a long sigh, taking a seat on the arm of the couch. He tangled his hands together. “I miss you.” He mumbled.
You swallowed hard, feeling the heat escape your body.
It’s been months since you and Jared broke up and decided to stay as friends. And things were going great, until a few weeks ago. Jared just started acting weird, drinking almost every night. It was beginning to scare you.
“Jared, you’re drunk.” You stated, crossing your arms over your chest.
He huffed as he rolled his eyes, and stared at the brick wall feeling the anger boil inside of him.
This wasn’t what we wanted. He never wanted to you and him to break up in the first place. But being on the road, and constantly filming, it was beginning to take a toll on your relationship.
“I need you to need me back.” He blurted out. “I need you to want me the way I want you and-”
“Jared, I can’t. You know that!” You exclaimed. “As much as I wish I could, I just can’t.”
He felt the tears begin to well and a lump form in his throat. “I can’t do this, any of this without you.” He whispered. “I’m going crazy. I’m literally going crazy without you. I don’t know how to handle it.”
You stepped towards him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Jared, im always going to be here for you. I’m not going anywhere.”
His chest heaved as he took in a deep breath. You couldn’t help but stare at his lips, wishing you could feel them against yours.
Just being with him, made you want him even more. You missed him, every part of him and it killed you. Because though you wanted nothing more than to be his again, you knew the way it was going, you would both eventually hate each other. And you couldn’t ever live a life knowing Jared hated you.
He pushed a strand of hair out of your eyes. His finger tips gently grazing against your cheek, making your stomach flutter and your breath shake.
This was it. In this moment, your guard was down and you were ready to give in.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered.
Jared propped up on his feet, and walked over to the door. Every part of him wanted to stay, but he knew he couldn’t do that to you.
“Good night, Y/N.”
And before you could say another word, he slipped out of your apartment, leaving you alone to your thoughts.
Though your emotions were all over the place, and everything was a blur, you knew one thing was for sure.
In Avengers towers, there was always a hectic schedule for
everybody, so the one day you had time for yourself wasn’t gonna last long. Natasha
walked into the lab carrying over 30 files and groaning as she placed them down
watching as they all fell off the table. As she went to pick them up you
stopped her in her tracks. “Here Natasha you look shattered, I’ll do it, go lie
down.” You calmly ordered whilst Natasha just nodded before turning on her
heels and slumping out the door, not before flashing you a thank you with her
droopy red eyes. Crouching down on the sterile looking white tiles you began to
pick up the files that appeared as if a tsunami had blasted their way through.
“Drop something y/n?” spoke a smug Pietro his hair damp from
the heavy rain outside, his shirt sticking to his abs. “No, they were Natasha’s;
she dropped them I offered to help.” You replied snappily turning round to face
him. “Here let me help” he stated crouching onto the floor to help as the
largest clap of thunder made you both jump. Seconds after the thunder a
lightning bolt hit Avengers towers and all the metal doors shut, trapping you
both in the lab.
“Oh come on” you complained, as you both ran over to the
doors and started to pull. “Where’s Wanda? Can’t she open it?” you questioned
turning to Pietro who had a glum look that matched yours. “On a mission won’t
be back for a couple days” he grumbled slumping onto the floor, you soon
following as the entire lab was dark only to be lit by the occasional bolt of lightning
that shone through the window. The thunder started to happen more and more and
each time they shook the ground you would flinch. As a child, thunder would
always scare you and even now at 20 years old, it still terrifies you. “y/n?”
Pietro whispered, placing a hand on your shoulder, “It’s okay, come here.” He soothed
pulling you into him so that you were placed between his legs, his arms wrapped
around you. “Listen the back-up generator will be up soon until then I’m here
okay?” he stated rubbing your arm as you cuddled into him whilst another bolt
of lightning shook the building. Gazing up his your eyes caught sight with
Pietro’s calm ones and instantly you felt better.
Pietro placed his
hand on the side of your face and began to lean in. This was wrong, you were
just friends. Stop! Just as you were about to place your lips onto his the
lights turned back on and the door smashed open. “Let’s get out of here” you ordered
unable to make eye contact with him knowing what you were about to do would
have changed everything. Grabbing the
rest of the files you left the room in opposite directions making a silent pact
to not speak of this again.