Fic based on Twice’s One in a million (you can listen to it here)
Daryl and Reader are married since before the apocalypse (however, reader is younger then Daryl)
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO, SORRY FOR EVENTUAL GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.
When you keep getting annoyed
Look for me
“What’s with that face?” I
asked Daryl, he seems annoyed by something
“Sheriff’s wife always has
something for me to do, thinks I’m a
damn porter or somethin’”
I can’t help but laughing: “Come
Daryl enters the tent and crawls
toward me, leaning his head in the crook of my neck.
“You can’t always get angry, your face will stuck with
that expression forever” I jokingly say.
I could feel him smile into
my neck: “leave me alone”
“If you wanted to be alone, why did you come here?”
“Because you calm me down” he say, living a soft kiss on my neck.
Even on days filled with happiness
Come to me
“C’mon can I open them now?”
“(Y/n) calm down we’re almost there”
Daryl was behind me, his hands onto my
eyes, saying he has a surprise for me
“But I’m too curious now,
“I didn’t know I was married with a child”
Laughing I pinch his right hand, however he didn’t take them away
“ouch! (Y/n) What the fuck?”
“You said I’m a child, I acted like one”
Suddenly he stops
“Ok, are you ready sunshine?”
“I’m more than ready”
Once he moves his hands away
from my eyes I finally see it: It’s a bike!
I start jumping up and down:
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!”
“Yeah, actually it’s a surprise for both of us, Aaron let me take it, I had to
work on it, it was a piece of junk, but I fix it. I remember you saying you missed our road trip…I
know that with the apocalypse our trip
will not be the same but…”
I interrupt him by jumping on him, he grabs mi thighs while I put my arms
behind his neck:
“Thank you, it’s perfect”.
He put me down and then he
kisses me slowly.
The kiss last for some
minutes before we separate and he lean his forehead against mine:
All the things that bother
All the things that hurt you and make you tired
Bring them to me
Trust them with me
“He’s gone…I had to put him out of his misery”
“I know babe, I’m sorry”
Daryl was crying, I’ve never saw
him crying, and it break my heart seeing him like this.
Early today he had to kill his brother, turned into a walker.
Merle was an asshole, but I had good memories of him from before the
apocalypse, when me and Daryl were just friends.
Actually it was him who set us up, knowing that we liked each other but
were too shy to admit it.
Thinking about him and that now he’s gone almost makes me cry but I have
to be clear headed and think about Daryl.
I hug him tightly and kiss away his tears
“He was an asshole but still my brother, now I’m all alone”
“You’re not alone Daryl, you have me”.
One in a million
Believe that you are special
One in a million
You’re the only one in the world
You’re a masterpiece
You’re perfect the way you are
One in a million
I believe that you’re special
I’m sitting on one of Alexandria’s houses’ porch deep in my thoughts.
We could really start a new life here? Are we really safe?
My thoughts are interrupted by a young man.
I get up and stare at him “Hi!” I answer politely
“My name’s Aiden Monroe, my mum’s Deanna, the leader of Alexandria”
He extends his hand at me
“Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/n) Dixon”
“Dixon? Like that redneck?” Aiden asked with an hint of disgust into his voice
I was taken aback by that: “….yeah…I’m his wife”
Aiden laughed at that “A girl like you with that old redneck? Really?”
Anger start to rise in me “What did you just said?”
Grinning at me he circle my hips with his arms: “Why don’t you come at my place
and I show you why I’m better than that old man?”
Before I could punch him, Aiden was throw into the ground by Daryl:
from my wife, you son of a bitch”
Aiden got up from the ground and run away, that coward!
Smiling at Daryl’s possessiveness: “My hero!” I joke, kissing him on his cheek.
However my smile disappeared shortly after, Daryl is looking at me with
a sad expression
“What is it babe?”
“It’s just…you know he’s right, you’re too good for an old redneck like me…I
really wonder why you married me in the first place”.
Taking his hands I stare at him: “You’re perfect for me Daryl Dixon, don’t
let anyone let you think the opposite”
We smile at each other before he pull me against his body, hugging me
and kissing my temple.
Once again, I also posted it on my Wattpad account; LisyDixon066
Imagine being Daryl’s girlfriend after you met him at your uncle’s farm. When the farm fell, your group finds the prison and everything seemed to settle down until you find out that you are pregnant.
You were pacing into your cell, your hands clenching into fists and cold sweat running down your spine. You couldn’t believe what you had found out this morning. It was simply impossible. It had to be.
Waves of mixed feelings made your heart flutter then hurt, you weren’t even sure why.
In other circumstances you would have been ecstatic. You had always wanted to be a mother and having the chance to have found your soulmate in the middle of the apocalypse was actually a miracle. Unfortunately, you couldn’t tell how Daryl would react to such a huge news.
Daryl and you were together for a while now. You could remember the first time you had laid your eyes upon him at your uncle’s farm. Hershell had helped a young boy and his dad after Otis had shot him accidentally. Nevertheless, the man hadn’t be alone with his kid. Back at the highway was an entire group of survivors that your uncle had welcomed on his land. Indeed, there had been some misunderstandings and fights at first but Rick’s group was now your family. You remember the first time Daryl’s baby blue eyes locked on yours. The nervousness in your heart as you held out your hands for him to shake. The shivers that ran down your back as his huge, strong and calloused hand engulfed your smaller one into a careful hold. The way his warmth kissed your skin as you stood next to him during Otis’ funeral.
You also remembered the first time you had kissed after Dale’s death. Daryl had tried to comfort you and it resulted in you expressing your feelings towards him. You remembered how his lips never left your skin and your lips that night. You remembered the taste of his lips and the intense feeling of his love.
You were happy for the first time since your life had crumbled down.
At some point, unfortunately, the farm fell and you lost Patricia, Jimmy and Andrea. Daryl had kept you safe the entire winter you had spent on the road, you couldn’t deny the love you felt for this man or the feeling of safety you had while being in his arms. You remembered the nights you had spent under the stars, sharing your love and your warmth but not once had you thought about the possibility of being pregnant.
Yes, maybe it was stupid but the love you had for the gruff hunter needed to be consumed.
You were now pacing in your cell at the prison, not knowing what to do. It has been a while since the governor attacked and ran away, you had welcomed the people of Woodbury into your walls and everything seemed fine but you couldn’t help but fear Daryl’s reaction. What if he didn’t want a child of his own? What if he thought that you had tricked him? What if he left you alone, not wanting to be a part of this?
You sighed and a single tear ran down your ivory cheek. You sat down on your bed and hid your face into your hands. You’ll have to wait until he comes back from his run with Michonne, Glenn and Zac to tell him and it was terrifying.
You jolted awake as the loud sound of the cellblock’s door being open resonated into the huge hall. Your heartbeats quickened and you shot up to check on who it was. You stepped out of your room and leaned over the railings to look down. Your eyes adjusted to the light coming from Beth’s cell and you saw your boyfriend, leaning against the doorframe of the teenager’s cell.
You only had to look at his face for a second and you knew… Someone was dead.
You listened silently as Daryl told Beth about Zac’s death, you watched as Beth hugged Daryl. The young girl didn’t seem that shaken up by the news but you knew that she was only trying to hide her true feelings.
“I’m tired of loosing people.”
Daryl had said, his words piercing your heart as you also were tired of loosing people you cared for. Beth let go of Daryl and she gave him a weak smile before he turned around to walk up the metal stairs that lead to the second floor of cells. You turned around but staid in place, crossing your arms over your chest and looked down at your feet. You wanted to cry as Daryl’s footsteps approached you quickly. You felt his presence before you, his warmth made you sighed and his calloused hands gripped your elbows to hold you close. His feet came into your vision and you looked up at him with glassy eyes.
He said softly and just above a whisper. You sniffled once and Daryl brought one of his hands up to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch, fire running through your veins as he caressed your flesh in slow and loving motions.
You answered back, your voice breaking. Daryl sighed and bent his head down to capture your lips into a powerful kiss. His emotions transpired through the kiss as he held you close. You kissed back instantly, wanting to stay like this forever but he pulled away slowly to analyze your face.
“Ya okay, sweetheart?”
He asked just above a whisper. You stared at him, wondering if it was the right time to tell him about the baby. You saw the dark circles under his eyes, the tired expression that twisted his features and the sadness into his eyes. Seeing him like that made you even more anxious and you decided to only nod your head.
“Yes, don’t worry I’m just tired and I was worried about you. You didn’t come back before dark and… I started to freak out.”
You felt bad for not telling him the truth but it was also true that you had been worried about Daryl all day long. Daryl looked into your eyes and kissed your forehead before dragging you into your cell.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N). A herd came down on us… Literally. They were on the roof… I didn’t see it comin’ and now Zac is dead…”
“That’s not your fault, Daryl.”
You tried to comfort him as you sat next to him on your shared bed. Daryl sighed and put his head into his hand as if the weight of Zac’s death was too hard to carry. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and left butterflies kisses on the side of his face and on his neck, cuddling him lovingly into your arms.
“No one is blaming you for what happened, Daryl. It’s not your fault.”
You repeated as Daryl looked up at you and you smiled, attempting to cheer him up but God knows how hard it was to cheer someone up after he had to watch a friend die. Daryl wrapped his arms around your smaller frame and laid down on his back with you on top of him. He cradled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head before softly whispering into your ear.
“I will never let anything happen to ya. I’ll protect ya with ma life if I have to.”
You closed your eyes and tighten your grip around him, you knew that you should tell him now but you were too afraid of loosing him.
“I have faith in you, Daryl. I know that you will protect me and I will always have your back.”
You answered before you dozed off and fell asleep on Daryl’s strong and warm chest.
You woke up the next day feeling suddenly cold. You groaned and noticed that Daryl wasn’t next to you. You turned around in the bed and your eyes widen as you saw him sat on the corner of the bed with something in his hands.
You tried to explain yourself as you sat up, feeling wide awake in a matter of seconds.
“Don’t… Don’t even try (Y/N).”
Your heart started to beat faster as you feared what was coming. Daryl shot up and so did you.
“When were ya going to tell me! Huh! When the baby was coming?!”
Daryl screamed, his voice laced with anger and not even caring about the other members of your family that were probably still asleep.
“Daryl… I tried, I…”
“Nah! Ya were too ashamed to tell me, weren’t ya! Ya didn’t wanted a baby with a redneck piece of shit like me so ya hid it from me!”
Your mouth dropped at his words. How could he think that way! You tried to reach for him but he snapped your hand away, making you jump.
“I’m not ashamed! How can you say that! I was scared of your reaction and now I guess that I was right to be afraid! Why are you overreacting?”
You shouted and pointed a finger into his chest. You were mad because he assumed things about you that he shouldn’t even think about.
“Overrating?! Are ya crazy? I’m not overreacting, (Y/N). This is a huge thing that kept for yarself!”
“I wanted to tell you yesterday but you were grieving! This wasn’t the right time!”
“It was! Ya should have tell me directly! Now I know what ya really think about me…”
Daryl suddenly calmed down and looked down, his shoulders shaking as if he was about to cry.
“Is the baby even mine?”
His question hit you like a punch in your stomach, it hurt too much to even breathe. You brought your hands over your belly, shaking like a leaf. His eyes looked up at you and they widen as he saw the tears fall down your cheeks.
“How can you say that?! How dare you?!”
You breathed out, your entire body was shaking with sadness and pain. Daryl tried to reach for you but you took a step away, too hurt by his reaction to even see him right now.
You whispered and looked away, trying to stay composed.
Daryl tried again but you looked up at him in fury and screamed as loud as you could.
“I said, get out!”
Daryl jumped at your sudden outburst, his eyes wide open and his hand still hanging in the air as he tried to reach for you.
“If you think so lowly of myself and if you don’t want to be the father of this child you should go, Daryl.”
You said with a shaky voice then you turned away from him, not wanting to see his face. You heard him turned around as well but he stopped and you could feel his eyes on your back. You shivered as tears ran down your cheeks and rubbed your stomach slowly.
You heard Daryl say before he walked away. When you couldn’t hear his footstep anymore, you collapsed hitting your knees on the hard floor of your cell. Sobs of pain and despair erupted from your mouth until you felt a soft hand onto your back. You turned around in a flash to be met with Carol’s soft eyes. You watched her for a couple of seconds before your lips start quivering and you broke down once again. The older woman hugged you close and rocked you back and forth slowly. ‘It’s going to be okay.’ She said. 'Daryl is just afraid, he doesn’t mean what he said.’
You wanted to trust her but it was hard to believe. You couldn’t help but feel lost and desperate as you thought about how you had lost the love of your life so easily. After a while, Carol convinced you to exit your cell and insisted that you ate something. As you entered the cafeteria, the entire group was there. Their eyes shifted from their food to you and your eyes started to water once again. This time, Maggie walked towards you and engulfed you into a warm and comforting hug. Even if you weren’t as happy about your pregnancy as you should or could be, everyone started to congratulate you. You thanked them sadly and reluctantly ate the small bowl of pasta Carol gave you.
Maggie was still by your side but you were in a daze, the sounds around you seemed muffled and your eyes looked more and more empty. Your heart felt cold as the feeling of rejection hit you.
Daryl didn’t want you or your baby… You were alone.
You closed your eyes but suddenly a conversation attracted your attention.
“Where is he?”
You heard Glenn whisper to Rick.
“I don’t know. I saw him ran away with one of our cars. He’s still out there…”
“God… That’s not good.”
You opened your eyes and listened more carefully as Rick answered.
“If he’s not back in an hour we’ll go search for him.”
“Maybe we should already head out.”
You looked behind your shoulder to watch the two men. They seemed worried, Rick ran the palm of his hand over his face as Glenn spoke again.
“Maybe we should tell her?”
“No, she’s already too worried with their fight. That wouldn’t be good for her or for the baby.”
You frowned and turned around in your seat to face them.
“What shouldn’t you tell me?”
Everyone looked at you, Rick and Glenn with wide eyes. Glenn looked at Rick, not knowing what to do.
“Rick… Tell me.”
You spoke again and Rick sighed as he took a few steps in your direction.
“(Y/N)… Daryl left an hour ago. He took a car, not his bike, and left in a hurry.”
Your face felt suddenly cold as your blood seemed to have left your body. Your eyes fluttered several times as you looked at Rick.
“Maybe he needed some fresh air.”
Carol said, trying to keep you calm but your heart started to beat faster against your chest and your breathing got laborious.
“I… It’s my fault. Daryl is gone. He’s… I told him to go and now he’s gone.”
You covered your face with your hands and started to cry once again. Rick reach towards you and hugged your sobbing form into his arms.
“He will comeback, (Y/N). I’m sure that he’s simply trying to figure everything out.”
The group looked at you sadly, hoping with all their heart that Rick was right.
It was almost dark outside and Daryl wasn’t home yet. You staid outside the prison the entire day, focused on the gates and on the road ahead. You still had hope for Daryl to show up even if the others told you to go to sleep.
Your hands rested on your belly as you sat on the cold steps that lead to your cell block. You hummed quietly to yourself as you watched Rick and Carl who were killing some walkers at the fences. Sasha was on watch with Bob and you smiled at the two of them. Maybe they will become more than friends one day, who knows. You were lost in your thoughts when you heard Sasha’s voice from the tower.
“He’s back!! Daryl is back!”
She screamed and you shot up, seeing Carl and Rick ran at the gates to let him in. The car drove up and stopped in the field, Rick and Carl stopped to look at the bed of the truck and you heard Carl laugh and utter a 'wow’ of amazement. You frowned as you saw Rick pat Daryl’s back then turn to help his son with whatever was in the bed of the truck.
Daryl turned around and you walked down the steps, holding into the small fence that protected the cell block entrance for support. Daryl saw you from his spot in the field and took off running. You walked rapidly to meet him halfway, sob shaking your body and tears running down your cheeks for the hundredth time today.
Daryl arrived in front of you and collided into you, his arms wrapped around your waist and hugged you tightly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hid your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his musky scent.
“(Y/N)… I’m so sorry.”
He said as he hugged you against his chest.
“I screwed up. I… I got scared. Scared of becoming a shitty father, of failing ya, of hurting our child…”
His voice was soft and laced with remorse. You hugged him tighter as you let him spoke his mind.
“I was scared of being like my father… I don’t want to fail this little baby. I don’t want to fail at protecting the both of ya. I’m not the man ya deserve, I know that. Ya deserve better than me but I promise ya that I will do my best to be the father this child deserves.”
You pulled away, your tears had now dried off and your eyes were puffy. You looked at the man before you, knowing that he hadn’t react the way he did because of you but because of his low self esteem, because of his past and because of how broken he was. You shook your head and stood on your tiptoes to kiss his lips.
“You’re all I ever wanted, Daryl. I don’t need anybody else in my life and I know that you will be an amazing father. I should have tell you about the baby sooner and trust me I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to make you feel insecure, I was afraid that you would leave me because of the baby.”
You looked down as you said the last sentence but Daryl brought your head up to look at you.
“Don’t ya think that ya can get rid of me that easily, my love.”
He said with a smirk, making you chuckle. Daryl kissed you again, this time with so much passion that it took your breath away.
“Even if ya didn’t wanted me in yar life anymore, I would still care about ya. I would still protect ya…”
Daryl cupped your cheeks and smiled softly at you.
“Ya and our baby are my world now.”
You beamed at him and blushed deeply.
“I have faith in you, Daryl.”
You whispered as you leaned your forehead against his. Daryl’s eyes widen at your words, as if you had given him the most beautiful gift in the world. The man sighed and held you close, feeling his strong arms around you made you feel safe and loved. You closed your eyes, glad to have him back.
“You guys are so cute… It’s killing me.”
You heard Rick’s voice from behind Daryl’s back. Daryl let go of you and you raised an eyebrow at the baby furniture that was in Rick’s arms.
“Where are all of these baby stuff from?”
You asked and Daryl blushed slightly as Carl, Sasha and Bob walked towards the prison with more baby furniture in their arms.
“Ask your man!”
Rick said as he joined the others and laughed. You turned to look at Daryl in surprise.
“That’s where I went when ya told me to go away. I thought that I would show ya that I could be a good dad for our child.”
He said, clearly embarrassed as he bit the skin of his thumb nervously. You covered your mouth with your hands as you saw him reach for a small teddy bear that was hanging loose from his belt. The bear looked so tiny in his huge hands that it made you smile. He played with it for a couple of seconds before handing it to you. You took it carefully into your hands and hugged it close to your chest. Daryl wrapped his arms around your waist and ran one of his hands over your belly.
“I’ll never let anything hurt our family. I’ll protect ya, (Y/N). I promise.”
You smiled as you listen to him. Your world was complete once again and you knew that you could trust Daryl Dixon.
He would protect you and your baby with his life if he had to.
Last night I went to the wrap party for the show I was working on at ShadowMachine and everyone cheered for the short I worked on, which was so awesome! People were coming up and telling me it was the best looking short this season…. Anyway I’m proud of all that, but what I’m NOT proud of is having 8 drinks and waking up this morning still a little bit drunk, stumbling into the kitchen and grabbing a bollilo bread roll and taking it back to bed with me, hugging it and periodically waking up to eat it.
DARYL HAD BETH DRIVE THE TRUCK HE HAD BETH DRIVE IT ALDJFKLAJSDLKJFLKAJFD
IT COULD HAVE BEEN MAGGIE DRIVING IT BUT IT WAS BETH ALKJFLKASJDKLFJAKSLJDFJKLASFJKLJKLAFDSJKLFADSJKLADSFJKL
I’m sorry, I know it’s small, but it just makes me so damn happy.
For clarification: In “This Sorrowful Life,” when Michonne comes up with the idea to put those sharp traps (I’m sorry my brain is having a weird “how function” night) to spike the tires along the path in case the Woodbury peeps try to drive up again, I was watching the giant diesel truck that Daryl and Glenn hop into, and I was going, “K… If Rick’s watching on, and Maggie’s bangin’ pots with Carl to distract walkers, who was appointed the driver?”
MU'FUCKIN BETH GREENE IS, Y'ALLLL
It may have been Michonne’s idea, but you know it was Daryl designating the jobs for people, and instead of Maggie being attached to the hip with Glenn and pairing off Beth with “the other child, Carl,” LITTLE CUTIE PIE BETH GREENE IS DRIVING THIS GIANT TRUCK AROUND WITH DARYL PATTING IT GOING ‘LET’S GO (MY HELPFUL FARMGIRL LOVEBIRD)’
AND THENNNN They cut to a scene of Merle and Carol interacting!! The two “late bloomers” paired off while the “second born siblings” are working together outside! gaaahhh be still my hearrrttt
AND THENN Daryl confronts Glenn about Merle needing to/intending/Daryl will fuckin' make him apologize about snatching up G+M, and Glenn says, “I care about her more than I care about myself” over a Greene sister.
And THENNN when Daryl and Merle talk, Daryl says, “You can’t do things now without people,” and one of the people he asked to help him with an active task was Beth Greene, on point, on driver’s position and aadlkfjalksjdfguughhh
ALSO HERSHEL & DARYL FEELINGS: At the beginning of the ep Rick’s talking about needing to give Michonne to the Governor and even though it’s all Daryl saying “It just ain’t us, man” he looks to Hershel over Rick’s shoulder and THEN says it.
And Merle is just THE BEST. Just hilarious, witty, callin’ Rick out, he’s a damn mystery to himself but he can read people. And I JUST. MERLE I MISS YOU SO MUCH. And then his eyes well up when saying “Your people look ’t me like I’m the devil for snatching up those two lovebirds and deliverin’ 'em to th’ Governor” and Merle you are you’re Lucifer but Lucifer was hard for God to lose and falksjdfkja;sdf and all of your following actions are for your brother and these people that you have every reason to loathe and just… askldjfklasf;dl
SO MANY FEELINGS IN THIS EPISODE UGH IT FEELS LIKE I’M GONNA IMPLODE
how did Obi Wan and Anakin meet in the Midwest AU ?
Anakin Skywalker, rawboned and angry and first-generation to get out, dragging coal country and addiction and debt with him when he walks into the University of Louisville, meets Ben Kenobi his first day of classes—course assistant and PhD candidate under Professor Jinn. They butt heads almost immediately, mostly because Ben thinks Anakin is more trouble than he’s worth, and Ben’s educated sophistication makes Anakin feel inferior, and lash out.
It doesn’t help that Professor Jinn takes a particular interest in Anakin, and starts mentoring him through the class—although it means that they’re the only two people who understand one another when Jinn dies, in a sudden car wreck that leaves them both reeling.
Anakin’s busing tables that night (no shifts off for ‘the guy who believed a redneck coalsucker like me could actually make it’) when Ben walks in, still dressed for the funeral.
He drinks a lot of beer in a very short amount of time, until his tie is loose and his chin is balanced on his forearms on the bar. He stares blearily at Anakin when Anakin tries to move the pint away from his elbow. “He was a withholding, cryptic asshole too, you know,” he finally says. “It’s not like—just because he saw potential in you, it didn’t…that’s easy. Anyone could see potential in you, you’ve got it—leaking out your ears. Chosen one.”
“Last call,” Anakin says, gritting his teeth against something angrier, the urge to box Ben’s ears or shove him off the stool.
(Ben falls asleep like that, propped up on his arms. Anakin lets the bartender deal with him.)
It takes Anakin a while after that to realize that newly-titled Professor Kenobi keeps pulling him into his office and leaving long, detailed notes on his papers because he’s taken an interest—Anakin means to tell him to stop, cut it out, he doesn’t need some bastard choking on a silver-spoon to mentor him, and not this one, who seems to be doing it more out of obligation than any actual interest—
He really does mean to say something. At some point.