The Painful Wait. PART 1 (DarylxReader)
Hi guys! I got really bored and came up with this idea of a short Daryl story.
Y/N and Daryl have been close ever since the group took her in when they found her on a supply run. Daryl is extremely overprotective and when the group is attacked by a herd of walkers one night, Daryl gets on her last nerve when he locks her in a cell and refuses to let her help. They get into a huge fight and both of them say some hurtful things. Daryl goes out on a supply run by himself to clear his head, but takes longer than he said he’d be. Days go by and Y/N is a wreck. She can’t stop thinking about their fight and what could’ve been her possible last words to the man she trusts the most.
(Set in the hiatus between seasons three and four )
Btw guys, requests are open if any of y'all want to dm me for fanfics/one shots/drabble✌🏼
Warnings- strong language, mentions of parental abuse, walker attacks and killings, kind of dirty thoughts and almost smut? mostly fluff & angst tbh
I woke up. Again. Another night. Another nightmare. Sweat glazes over my brow and my chest is still heaving from the familiar feeling of being drowned. When it all happened… when everyone started to turn, my father didn’t see a way out. He thought it would be better for my sisters and I to die by his hand rather than those of the ‘ungodly undead’. He took me, my little sister Elise and my youngest sister Allie out to the river in our back yard, sat us down and had lunch with us. It was nice. But before I knew it, he had Elise and Allie’s heads under the water. They thrashed and struggled but only for a little while, before their movement halted completely. I was too shocked to move. He looked at me with a glare of madness and despair behind his eyes and lunged towards me. I almost got away the first time around, but he caught my ankle and dragged me backwards. While I was being dragged into the water, I grabbed the bread knife that Dad had brought outside with the rest of the picnic, and as he began to attempt to end my life, I waved the knife around above me in a blind panic until he released my neck and I heard a muffled yelp. I resurfaced and saw my father, helpless and bleeding. The knife had gone straight through his eye socket. So, what else could I do but run? I took the bread knife with me for defence against whatever was waiting for me on the outside. I lasted a pretty long time by myself. Maybe a year? I don’t know, I lost track of time. But that’s when starvation began to kick in. All the food in the stores had either expired or been stolen. I was the food.
And I sure as hell would’ve been if they hadn’t found me. Carl was the first to spot me. It was funny because he was the one who told the others to forget it. Rick and Michonne debated whether they should bring me back to wherever they were going. But amongst all of the debating and arguments, it was Daryl who finally gave in, and quite wisely uttered the words, “fuck it”, taking me in and essentially saving my life.
Ever since, I’ve been part of the family. Carol is like my mom. It’s refreshing, because I don’t remember my real mom all that well. Hershel helped clean me up after they brought me back and has recently been teaching me a load of medical stuff so I can help him out. He struggles, only having a leg and a half. Maggie and Beth support me when I break down. They understand because they’ve lost basically all of their family too. Rick taught me how to shoot and asked me the three all important questions. And Daryl? Daryl and I have been inseparable since.
Anyway, back to now.
Tears stream down my face and I try to get my heart rate back to its regular steady beat. Suddenly, I feel a presence at the door of my cell. It’s Beth, and a wave of comfort washes over me because I know she understands. She gets the nightmares too, you see. About her mom and the rest of her family.
“Hey… Hey, you’re alright…” She coos as she takes a seat on my bunk.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” I ask, wiping away my tears.
“I was already awake and then I heard you, thought I could be of some help. Even though…” she trails off.
“What?” My eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“I know who you really want here.” Beth smirks.
I roll my eyes and giggle a little, as I know exactly what she means. Beth has this fantastical theory that Daryl and I have feelings for each other. I mean, she’s not completely wrong. I’ve developed some feelings for Daryl, being around him 24/7. I haven’t told anyone, not even Beth.
“Shut up, you’re delusional.” I giggle.
“I can go get him if you like? In all seriousness. I know how close you two are and he might do a better job than me.” She offers.
I dwell on the idea for a moment, but I’m soon to deny Beth’s offer when I consider that Daryl had a long day and needs his sleep too. He and Rick barely made it back today.
“No… no, I’ll be okay, it’s unfair on him if he gets woken up because of me. I can’t constantly expect him to wait on me hand and foot every time I have a bad dream. Ain’t right. I’ll just go back to sleep, I’m pretty spent. Thanks anyway, I appreciate it.“ I smile politely.
She returns the smile and begins to walk away, but halts at the door and turns around.
“He likes you, you know. I see the way he looks at you. Haven’t seen anyone look at anybody like that since my Mama was alive. You should seriously talk to him.”
“Please don’t deny it anymore, Y/N. I can see straight through the both of you.” She smirks and walks away. I fall back, my head hitting the cold pillow and I let out a long, exasperated sigh.
The next morning, I take a stroll around, grabbing some water and saying my hello’s to Carol, Maggie, Hershel and Glenn, who are all sitting around a table, taking a break.
“Mornin’ guys.” I yawn.
“You mean afternoon,” Hershel chuckles.
“Honey, mornin’ came and went.” Carol laughs sweetly.
“No sleep?” Glenn asks.
“Not a whole lot, Glenny boy.” I reply, rubbing my eyes.
Maggie laughs at my nickname for her lover and rests her head on his shoulder. Rick walks in, sweating and panting, laughing at god knows what. Probably something Michonne said. If Beth is expecting romance, she should expect it from those two, not Daryl and myself.
“Ah look, the dead has decided to rise.” Rick jokes.
“Nothing new there, then.” I retort.
“Well since you’re finally awake, you can go help Daryl keep watch.” The sound of Daryl’s name lifts my spirits up and a smile graces over my face.
“Gun?” I request.
“Tower.” Rick replies. I nod and follow his order, making my way over to the tower.
I reach the top after climbing countless stairs and see Daryl watching over the prison with his crossbow, pacing and waiting for someone- or something- to even try to make an attempt on us.
“Hey Hawkeye, you miss me?” I say, causing him to jump at first, but his tensed-up posture eases at the sound of my voice.
“You’re awake, thought I’d never see the day.” Daryl smirks.
“Shut your face, Dixon,” I laugh. “Barely got any sleep last night.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just another nightmare.” I tell him, knowing exactly what’s coming.
“Why didn’t you come and get me? Or at least come into my cell?” There it is.
“Daryl, you had a rough day yesterday and I wasn’t going to be selfish and wake you up.” I sigh.
“I don’t care, you know I give more shits about you than I do about me and-”
“Daryl!” I cut him off. “I’ll wake you up in future, but you barely made it back alive yesterday. You needed as much rest as possible. Plus, Beth was there, she spoke to me a little and then I went back to sleep, it’s no big deal.”
“I just worry about you, y'know?” Daryl sighs, looking at the ground and awkwardly shuffling his feet.
“And I’m so glad that I have you around.” I step towards him and lift his chin so his eyes meet mine. “But I’m a big girl and I can handle myself. Lord knows I did for a year. You just need to relax a little bit when it comes to me, alright?”
“Yeah, alright. I’m sorry.” He smiles lightly.
We stay stood in that very spot for what seems like endless moments.
Make a move, damnit! Make a move!
“Goddamn it, just bang already!” Beth’s voice yells up to us, breaking our concentration.
I clear my throat and step back, pussying out once again.
“So… Seen anything interesting?” I ask, hoping to God that he doesn’t dwell on Beth’s comments.
“Aside from you? Not a whole lot,” he laughs.
What the fuck, was that flirting? Did he just… don’t overthink it, idiot. It was probably nothing.
“You flatter me, Daryl Dixon, you really do.” I smile gently as a lean against the balcony next to my shotgun.
Daryl continues to look over the yards, watching the fences with his crossbow at the ready. Seeing him like this, so protective and strong… let’s just say I don’t have the cleanest of thoughts. His arms tense every single time he sees movement, making me bite my lip just to control myself from audibly groaning. I can only imagine it would feel to kiss him. How we’d start off slow, then really get into it. How I’d jump up and wrap my legs around his waist and he’d push me up against the wall and move his lips to my neck… sucking, biting as I entangle my fingers in his hair and tug on it because I’m so ridiculously turned on and he’d moan into the kiss… Oh my God, what am I doing? I hate to say it, but Beth’s right. I need to talk to him, because this ain’t healthy in the slightest.
“Hey Daryl?” I say.
“Yeah Darlin’?” He responds.
“Y'ever think about stuff?” I ask.
“I think about a lot of stuff, sugar. Gonna have to elaborate.” He replies, his eyes still locked on the ground.
“Just… I don’t know. Ignore me.” I chuckle.
Suddenly intrigued, Daryl turns his head towards me, a smirk ghosting across his lips.
“Come on now, you know I can’t ignore you if I tried.”
“Stuff like finding peace and whatever. Imagine what it’d be like to be finally happy with where you’re at. Like Glenn and Maggie. They’re happy.” I sigh, looking at the floor and twiddling my thumbs.
“You mean settlin’ down?” I look up and Daryl’s directly in front of me.
“Yeah. Somethin’ like that.” I grin.
Daryl and I patrol the tower for a few more hours, laughing, joking and talking about everything and nothing at the same time until Carl and Beth come to takeover.
Later on, in the evening, I take a book from the library and take it back to my cell, light some candles that Glenn bought back on a run, climb up to the top bunk and relax. I attempt to get comfortable, but the knots in my shoulders prevent me from such a luxury. I rub them slightly and hiss at the aching, just as Daryl walks past my door.
“You good?” He asks, clearly concerned.
“Yeah, it’s just my back, it’s killing me.” I groan.
Daryl wanders into my cell and jumps up onto the top bunk next to me.
“Turn around,” he instructs.
I do as he says and face away from him, taking a deep breath in, trying to stop myself from feeling so damn tense. All of the stress flies away when his calloused hands firmly rub my back and shoulders. I hum in satisfaction and euphoria, my muscles easing under his blissful touch.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I breathe out.
“The least I can do, sugar.” He chuckles.
Amidst the calming aroma of the candles and my mind finally calming itself down, I feel my hair being moved from over my left shoulder to down my back, followed by long, lingering kisses on the side of my neck.
“Daryl…” I moan in a whisper.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Daryl mumbles. “You’re all I think about, darlin’… you’re all I want.” He seductively whispers.
“Oh, fuck it.” I groan, turning around and slamming my lips into his, grabbing at his vest and tearing it off of his torso like a kid opening a gift on Christmas morning.
“God, I need you,” Daryl moans while his hands roam around my body. “We need to be quiet. That is, if you really want this?” He asks, breaking the feverish kiss momentarily to double check that I’m ready and sure.
I brush his hair out of his eyes, and kiss his forehead. “I literally don’t want anything else.”
Daryl’s lips find their way back to mine, and his hands rest at the small of my back, pulling me even closer to him as I straddle his lap.
However, the moment the tips of my fingers reach his belt buckle and he gets my shirt half way up my body, when we hear distressed yelling from downstairs.
“You hear that?” I ask worriedly.
“Walkers! Everyone! Walkers! There’s too many! They broke through!” Carl’s voice echoes through the halls, troubling everyone. The sound of rushing and panic already rings through the prison.
Daryl and I spring into action, leaping off of the top bunk and re-clothing. I blow out the candles and grab my gun, but to my dismay, I hear the dreaded sound of a lock and key. I spin around to see that Daryl has locked me in my cell, leaving me completely helpless.
“Daryl? Daryl, what the fuck! Let me out!” I shout after running up to the cell door and grabbing onto the bars.
“I ain’t risking you getting hurt, Y/N. You’re staying here, end of discussion.” He orders.
“Bullshit! Let me out right now, you son of a bitch!” I yell, shaking the door.
“You need to be quiet!” He snarls through gritted teeth.
“Daryl don’t do this… either you let me out or you stay in here with me. It’s both of us out there or neither. I can’t lose you.” I begin to sob.
“I have to go…” he murmurs, puts my cell’s key in his pocket and runs off to fight.
“Daryl! Daryl, stop! Fuck!” I scream, falling to my knees.
And that’s it. I’m alone. All alone. Not for long though, as I hear the horrifically familiar sound of the throaty moans of Walkers. I immediately rush to my gun and start shooting at the floor below, hitting every Walker that manages to make its way past the threshold. However, even though I manage to kill multiples of them, I run out of rounds and the shots have attracted many more towards me. With nothing sharp or long enough to do enough damage to the brain in my cell, I have no choice but to sit away from the barred door and press my back to the wall as the bloodthirsty undead reach hungrily for my uninfected flesh. I can’t even try to be brave, as if I get close to them, one of them could scratch me and that would be it for little old me.
Moments later, the growling and grunting comes to a sudden halt. I look up from my huddled form to find Rick kicking bodies away from my cell.
“The hell are you doin’ in here!?” Rick yells. Rage sets in as I remember the very reason I’ve been stuck in this god forsaken room while my family risked their lives.
“Ask fucking Daryl, he’s the one who locked me in!” I bellow.
“Goddamn it… where’s the key?”
“Daryl put it in his pocket.” I grumble, sitting on the bottom bunk, attempting to calm myself down so I don’t beat Daryl’s ass when I see him. After a few moments, I hear a key enter the lock of my cell door and anger takes over again until I realise that its in fact Maggie and not Daryl.
“Maggie, are you alright? Is everyone okay?” My rage is blindsided my frantic worry and panic.
“We all made it, we’re okay. Sasha got a little winded, but she’s good,” Maggie finally gets the door open. “Now, before you do anything rash-”
I cut her off mid-sentence by pushing past her and rushing to Daryl to have some damn words.
I spot him walking back up to the building with Glenn, and once more, my temper sets off, causing me to run at him with everything I have. I almost get to him before Rick and Michonne hold me back, preventing me from doing any damage.
“You fucker! How fucking could you!? You asshole, you made me sit and wait while everyone else could’ve been dying!” I shriek.
“I was protecting you!” He yells back in defence.
“Protecting me!? I don’t give a damn about me!”
“But I do!” Daryl cries out, my anger subsiding for a moment.
“Let me go.” I whisper to Michonne and Rick.
“You sure?” Rick asks.
“Do we need to stay close so you don’t go bat shit again?” Michonne offers. Normally I’d laugh, but she’s right.
“No. I won’t hurt him, we just need to talk.” I sigh.
The others begin to walk away, and I swear I hear Glenn make a remark wishing Daryl luck.
“What… what the fuck was that?” My voice is shaky because I’m trying so hard to keep back my frustration.
“I wasn’t about to let you get hurt, damn it!” Daryl exclaims.
“Not fucking cool, Dixon. I had every right to be out here with the rest of you, but you forced me to wait. I’m so sick of you being so damn overprotective. It’s suffocating.”
“Maybe if you weren’t so fucking reckless, I wouldn’t need to be!” He argues.
“Reckless? Are you fucking kidding me? Honestly, Daryl? I care about you, but sometimes I want to fucking shoot you.” I growl.
“Yeah? Do it. Go for it, tough guy.”
“Screw you, Dixon.” I hold back tears, both angry and heartbroken.
“You’re a damn child, y'know that? Juvenile, even.”
“Go to hell, asshole.” I scoff and storm back to the prison.
When I reach the doors, Beth is the first to rush over to me. I’d say Beth is my best friend. I love all of these guys with everything I have, but Beth is truly like my little sister.
“What happened?” Beth queries, obviously worried.
“I don’t… I can’t… please don’t make me talk about it,” I sob.
“Come on, let’s go to my room, you can stay in there tonight.” Beth kindly offers, followed by my appreciative acceptance.
The following morning, I get up early and help Hershel clean up some left over group members with some head wounds and some infected cuts, only after he asks if I’m okay. I just simply nod and tell him I’m over it, which is clearly a lie, but I can see that he doesn’t want to intrude.
When we’re finished up, I ask Rick if I can help out in anyway, but he just tells me to relax because ‘he’s never seen me so unhinged’. Mr Grimes ain’t one for sugar coating.
I return to my cell and pick up the book I fetched from the library last night and continue from where I stopped. And to think I stopped because of something that could’ve completely changed the course of today. My mind wanders back to last night, reminiscing about how his hands felt like electricity on my skin, how his lips were perfectly moulded to fit with mine, how warm he was… how safe he made me feel.
Carol appears at my doorway with a sweet smile and a cup of water in her hand.
“How ya doin’?” She asks and hands me the water.
“I’m alright, I guess. Just feelin’ kinda shitty after the whole thing with me and Daryl last night. Feel kinda bad about what I said to him. Told him to go hell.” I say, almost ashamed of myself.
“Sweetheart, if I know you and Daryl, and believe me I do, you’ll be just fine. You must’ve had good reason to say those things. And plus, he’ll get over it. It is Daryl after all. The man can’t hold a grudge.” She laughs.
“I guess so. I should probably talk to him, shouldn’t I?” I sigh.
“Damn straight. He’ll be back later, I’ll tell everyone to give you some alone time.”
“Wait… he’ll be back? Where did he go?” I ask.
“He went on a supply run. Said he needed to clear his thoughts.” Carol answers.
“Who’s he with?”
“He went by himself.”
The words echo through my mind like a train in a tunnel. How could anyone let him go by himself? Especially when he’s in this kind of state?
“I need to go out and find him. He can’t be alone right now, anything could happen, I have to go-”
“Y/N, calm down! Daryl is perfectly capable of handling himself. He’ll back back real soon. I promise.”
A part of me wants to believe Carol, it really does.
But the logical side of me doesn’t believe a damn word.