This Ain’t Over (Part 1)
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: This fic takes place in Alexandria, right around the beginning of season 6. Reader and Daryl have a close relationship since she joined the group at the prison. The reader still has nightmares about the things she’s seen, and Daryl takes it upon himself to insure she has a good night’s sleep.
A/N: This is my first fic, sorry if Daryl is a little OOC. I’m still working out the kinks, thanks for reading.
You have been with Rick’s group since the prison. Maggie and Glenn found you one day on a run, huddled in the corner of a closet hiding from some walkers. They allowed you to come back with them to the prison, probably had to do with the fact that you were alone. All alone.
You had a group when it all began, your sister amongst the people that you tried to survive with. Your group was weak and lacked any kind of leadership, a deadly combination. It wasn’t long before they were all picked off by walkers one by one, leaving you all alone.
When you joined Rick’s group, you had a hard time opening up and connecting with people. You were afraid that in the end you’d just be watching them all die, just as you had your other group. You listened to Lori’s worries about Carl and her unborn baby, Beth question if fighting was even worth it anymore, you saw your family members die in front of you. However, there was one man that caught your eye. He believed wholeheartedly that you would all make it, and his harsh words masked the way he truly felt about his family. But you saw the kindess he possessed, you saw past his hard shell.
Alexandria seemed like the perfect opportunity for you all to catch your breath and begin a life that you didn’t believe was possible anymore. You were all trying your best, but you couldn’t help but fear that you were all just delaying your inevitable deaths.
You shared a house with Carol and Daryl. Part of you always felt like a third wheel, but as time went on you realized the two did not have romantic feelings for one another. You cursed yourself for secretly being happy for that fact, not that you believed he would ever have these feelings for you.
You awoke that night to the sound of screaming, ear-piercing screams. It didn’t take long before you realized that the screaming was yours.
“What happened?” Carol came rushing in. You tried not to take notice to the way she clutched her knife in her belt. A scream from a nightmare was a normal occurrence in the old world, but now any scream in the middle of the night meant the worst.
“It was- I just had a bad dream,” you tried to shake off your nerves as Carol sat down beside you on your bed and rubbed your arm comfortingly.
You heard a pair of feet rush up the stairs.
“Y/N!” Daryl came running down the hall. He was the man of the house, and he took total responsibility for whatever occurred under his supervision. You felt terrible for waking him up in the middle of the night and seeing that terrified look on his face.
“I’m okay, I’m sorry,” you sighed apologetically. You saw Daryl pace back and forth outside your room. He was running his hands through his hair, sweat dripping down his face. You couldn’t understand why he was so distraught, surely you didn’t mean that much to him.
Carol rubbed your back as you watched Daryl stand outside your room, showing no apparent signs of leaving.
“Is Daryl mad at me?” you asked. You couldn’t be sure, you knew he hated to be woken up out of his sleep. Not to mention the fact that for all he knew walkers could have invaded Alexandria, or worse, people with ill intentions. It was the worst kind of false alarm.
“Of course not, honey. He was just worried,” she smiled softly as Daryl walked into your room. She took that as her cue to leave and walked back to her room.
He avoided your gaze as he slumped down the wall, taking a seat on the floor. “Ya okay?”
“Yes, I’m sorry I just…” You didn’t like being this vulnerable in front of Daryl. He was always so strong, showing little emotion. You wanted to be strong like him, not let your fear hold you back from showing him how you truly felt about him.
“S’okay, you can go back to sleep,” he tilted his head back against the wall, finally meeting your eyes. He wasn’t leaving. He needed to make sure you felt safe, he wanted to protect you from all the things that burned you so badly in this cruel world. But he would never tell you that, no, he knew you wouldn’t feel the same.
“You don’t have to stay, I’ll be fine,” you bit your lip. The idea of him spending the night in your room, regardless of the fact that he was just sitting on the floor, only heightened your nerves.
“But would you feel safer if I was here?”
You knew there was no use arguing with him. He would protect his own to the death, even if that meant protecting you from nightmares. You admired his kindness, and the way the candlelight in your room bounced off his face.
He watched as you fell asleep, watched the rise and fall of your chest. He hated that these nightmares still consumed you. They were bad that first week at the prison, but he thought you had grown comfortable around everyone…around him.
You woke as Daryl quietly exited your room, preparing himself for gate duty with Rick. He rubbed roughly at his neck, he slept awfully against that wall. But for him, knowing that you got a good night’s rest was good enough. He felt these things for you, though he wished he didn’t. Part of him knew he wasn’t good enough, knew you would never feel the same.
“Rough night?” Rick grinned, keeping one eye on the small group of walkers that approached the fence.
“Spent the night with Y/N,” he groaned, twisting his torso in one direction to crack his back. It was worth it, he knew it. But right now his shoulders were hurting something awful.
“That so?” Rick’s eyes took a playful turn as the smirk grew on his lips. He knew the two of you had feelings for one another, though he knew neither of you would make the first move. It was almost comical to him that you were both so blind to each other’s affections.
“Not like ya think,” Daryl glared at his friend, a red tint covering his cheeks. He hated the fact that he began to think about spending the night with you, just the two of you in bed. Surely that would never happen, but a guy could dream.
You spent the day with Carol taking inventory in the pantry. You wished that you could be of more help in Alexandria, maybe go on runs like Tara or go recruiting like Daryl or protecting the gates like Rosita. But Daryl would never let you leave the gates. There were so many close calls between the prison and Terminus, and now that you were safe behind the walls of Alexandria he wanted to keep you that way.
“Daryl stay all night?” Carol asked.
You nodded, smilling like an idiot. Just the thought of him being so comforting to you made you gush.
“He really cares about you,” she smiled. Daryl and Carol have been close since the beginning. He let slip his feelings for you on a few occasions to her, quickly trying to back track. She was just waiting for the two of you to admit your feelings for each other. And after last night, she thought you were both close.
“I care about him,” you blushed. You did, you really did.
You and Carol spent the rest of the night cooking and serving dinner to everyone in Alexandria. It was one of the things you loved doing, pickings were so slim when you were all in the prison. It was nice to be able to give everyone a fair helping. You knew it raised spirits.
“I’m going to head back now,” you said your goodbyes to Carol. You knew that Daryl and Rick had a run in the morning, and you didn’t want to wake Daryl up by entering your home at a late hour.
You quietly opened the door and headed up the stairs to your room. You walked into your dark room and peeled off your tank top and jeans, leaving you in just your bra and panties.
“‘Should probably stop there,” you heard a voice from the other side of your room.
You gasped, jumping nearly ten feet into the air. “Daryl! What are you doing here?” you jumped into bed, pulling the covers up over you.
“Thought ya might need some company again,” he shrugged. His fair fell down over his face as he looked down at his feet.
“I’m fine, Daryl, really. You should get some sleep, you have a run tomorrow.”
“Can’t have ya wakin’ up the whole fuckin’ town again,” he grinned. He tried not to concentrate too much on the fact that you had just unknowingly stripped right in front of him. He couldn’t deny the fire he felt.
You smiled, you knew there was no convincing him otherwise. He was always so stuck in his ways. “You can leave after I fall asleep,” you mumbled, already closing your eyes.
He watched you sleep, your soft features finally looking relaxed. You had too many troubles for a young girl. He wished to god that you could have all those things you deserved, but in a world like this, you were lucky to make it through the day.
“Daryl?” you whispered. It was some time in the middle of the night you figured, right before the sun would rise. You could still see him leaning against the wall in the moonlight.
“Go back to sleep,” he mumbled. You could tell he was getting tired. Not only would it be dumb, but it would be dangerous to go out on a run without a decent night’s sleep.
“At least come lay down,” you turned to face him. He would have thought you were just talking in your sleep had you not lifted the covers up for him. What surprised him even more was that he felt himself stand up and walk over to your bed.
Daryl shimmied under your covers, your hot skin briefly rubbing up against his own. He tried to talk himself out of the aching that he was feeling for you, that you were simply just wanting him to not be uncomfortable on the floor.
He tossed and turned all night, not being able to fall asleep with your perfect body just inches away from his. Just out of reach.
“Daryl?” He heard your voice in a soft whisper, clearly sleep-ridden. He didn’t even have time to respond before he felt your left leg swing across his waist, you pulling yourself close to his chest.
He froze. Surely you were sleeping, but he still didn’t know what to do. Did he nudge you away? He didn’t want to. He loved the soft touch of your skin. The heat radiating from it.
You awoke the next morning in a daze. You felt something stiff beneath you, and smelled the familiar menthol scent you had grown so accustomed to.
“Shit,” you silently cussed yourself. There you were, half-naked, slung over Daryl’s waist. You decided to ignore the fact that he had a death grip on your waist.
You silently climbed out of bed, careful not to wake Daryl. You wasted no time running to the shower, praying to god he was just as knocked out as you were last night. You tried to ignore how good his big hands felt so heavy against your hips.
“Hello?” you heard someone enter the bathroom from behind the shower curtain. You figured Carol was just grabbing something. You heard the sink water running. “Carol?”
“Just brushin’ ma teeth,” Daryl mumbled with a mouth full of toothpaste. You blushed at the sound of his voice so close to you. “Ya know,” you heard him spit out the toothpaste, “you sure do move around a lot in your sleep.”
“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath. You stayed silent, your heart racing and your cheeks burning. You hadn’t meant to sleep so close to him, but you sure didn’t mind.
“Woke up to ya all over me,” he chuckled. His playful tone surprised you. You two joked around a lot, but he was never so forward when it came to a more intimate relationship between the two of you.
You didn’t speak, you weren’t sure what to say. But from the other side of the curtain, you could tell that he wasn’t leaving until you gave him an answer. “Can you hand me a towel?”
A moment later Daryl’s hand appeared on your side of the curtain, it outstretching a towel to you. You quickly wrapped it around you, pulling the curtain back and stepping out of the shower.
Daryl sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth at the sight of you. He couldn’t help it as his gaze lingered up and down your body. His eyes finally met yours, taking notice to the blush that was painted on your cheeks. It took everything in him not to just take you right there.
The small bathroom suddenly seemed much smaller. You had to slide past Daryl to get to the door, but the proximity between you and him and the steam from the shower was making your head spin.
“Excuse me,” you made your move towards the door, your back against Daryl. Suddenly, without warning, you felt Daryl’s calloused fingers rub gently down your back. You froze, both confused and enjoying his touch. His index finger traced along your neck, his hot breath fanning out over your ear.
You peered over your shoulder at him, mouth slightly parted, a look of lust unmistakable in your eyes. You wanted this for so long, and he was so close.
Daryl smirked, enjoying watching you hanging on his every move. He had you right where he wanted you. He gave you one last gentle touch and exited the bathroom without a word, leaving you rubbing your thighs together with want.
You dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast before Carol woke up, she needed a break. On a typical morning Carol would make breakfast for you and Daryl. However, this morning she was sleeping and to both your dismay and satisfaction Daryl was leaning up against the kitchen counter.
“Daryl,” you strutted over to the cabinet to grab a frying pan.
“Y/N,” his eyes followed you.
You gasped slightly as you turned around to find Daryl standing right in front of you, his thighs brushing up against yours. He leaned in slowly to you, eyes burning holes into yours. You didn’t know if you should close your eyes or wait for him to kiss you first. But at the last second he reached behind you in the cabinet to get a cup. You could tell by the smirk on his face that he was loving teasing you. But if teasing was what he wanted, teasing is what he would get.
Daryl resumed his position next to the counter, leaning against it and watching you as you approached.
“Excuse me,” you smiled sweetly and opened the drawer under the counter. You quickly bent down in front of Daryl, your ass pushing harshly into his crotch.
A sharp hiss elicited from him, his hands immediately pulling your hips into his.
“That’s it,” he snapped, turning you around and shoving your back against the kitchen table. His knee slipped between your legs, pinning your body against his. You moaned quietly as you felt him growing hard against you.
His lips were centimeters away from yours, neither of you knowing which one was going to make the first move.
“Daryl?” You heard your front door open and Rick’s voice.
“Fuck,” Daryl pulled away from you, adjusting his pants as Rick walked into the kitchen.
“You ready for the run?”
“Comin’,” Daryl nodded at him.
As the two walked out of the kitchen Daryl looked over his shoulder and gave you a grin. “Don’t think this is over.”