Light/Beginnings of Daryl
Dixon x Reader
Best Buddies!Tallahassee x Reader
Set between CDC in S1
and beginning of S2 of The Walking Dead.
What was this idiot doing?
Well, looting, just like you but he was just doing it so
badly. He’d not even checked the area, he had no clue that you were there,
hidden around the doorway in the other room. But that was the way that you’d
rather keep it for now, save for your little group, other survivors had been
only bad news.
So keeping your distance, you watched the young Asian man
adjust his cap and continue to riffle through the draws in the pharmacy. If he
wanted antibiotics then he was sorely out of luck because you’d stashed them
all in your satchel bag. Someone in your group had to think about things like
that, God knows that Tallahassee wouldn’t.
Speaking of your group, you needed to find them. Running
from a particularly large group of Walkers you’d gotten separated and you
managed to duck away into this small pharmacy and had just finished filling
your bag when you heard the man coming in and ducked around the corner.
If it came to it you could probably take him down, it just
if he had any friends hiding out close by and as if on que the man was joined
by a larger black man.
“Glenn hurry it up man, we need to find the others.” So there were others with
Daring to peak over the windowsill you could see that the
street was heaving with Walkers, they wouldn’t be leaving any time soon, they
just didn’t realise it yet. Luckily, as always, you were heavily armed and a
damn good shot too. Tallahassee had taught you how to shoot way back before he’d
taken that as his name. You’d had an odd friendship; he was many years older
than you and had been a close friend of your older brother, until your brother
got in trouble with some bad guys. Tallahassee had kept you away from it all
and when the brother vacuum in your life had been created Tallahassee had been sucked
He changed a lot too, when you first met him he’d been a recently
rehabilitated drug user, though he’d be embarrassed to admit it. He would tell
you about how he used to hang around with a real wrong ‘un called Merle who
used to deal to him.
You were glad that you never knew him like that and that he got out of that
life long before his son, Buck, came into the world.
Not that any of that mattered now, your brother, the bad
guys, Tallahassee’s son, everyone was dead. It had been just the two of you for
a while, on a destructive path of alcohol and adrenalin fuelled survival and
zombie killing competitions until Columbus had stumbled into your lives with
his neurotic ways and irritable bowels, later Little Rock and Wichita had
forced their way into your lives. But you loved them all and the younger three
had taken to calling you ‘Mama’ to wind you up, they didn’t try the same with Tallahassee
for fear he may think that they were trying to take Buck’s place.
A rotting smell brought you back to your senses and your
head snapped up to watch the two men in the other room, couldn’t they smell
that? You reached down to your thigh holster and pulled free the machete that you’d
stolen from Tallahassee, slowly you creeped forward and when the Walker dove
for the men they scrambled away. None of them saw you until the Walker had the
black man pinned and your machete came straight through the Walker’s head.
You jumped back and kicked the body off of your weapon. Both
men stood watching you with wide eyes, their chests heaving.
“Who the fuck?” One of them hissed.
You raised your weapon at them, “Either of you bitten?”
They shook their heads, “No no.”
“If you’ve lied to me, then I’ll kill you.” You warned and sheaved the machete
back into its holster, from the looks on their faces they believed you and that
was all that mattered. You doubted that you could but putting the idea in their
hands was all that you wanted.
Kicking the body away, you ducked down and gestured for the
men to join you on the floor as a pack of the walkers shuffled past. They ducked
down too and you let yourself get comfy.
You extended your hand to them, “Y/N.” They shook your hand and all of you
settled for a long wait.
Out of all the people that Tallahassee ever expected to see
again, Merle Dixon’s scrawny little brother was pretty fucking low on the list.
Though it would make sense given all the weapons lying around the Dixon
homestead, and god he must have dragged himself up so he must have some
But, Dixon or not, Daryl wouldn’t survive Tallahassee
blowing out his ribcage with a shot gun and Columbus, who was stuck in the middle
with Daryl’s bow trained on him, certainly didn’t want to get caught in the
“Fuck me!” Tallahassee exclaimed, “Don’t tell me your junkie brother is about
here somewhere too.”
“Shut up.” Daryl snarled and held his bow up straight at Columbus who stood
with his hands raised. Behind Tallahassee Wichita and Little Rock had lowered
their weapons. Behind Daryl his group had lowered their weapons and Lori and
Carol held their children away from the confrontation.
“If I could say something?” Columbus started and raised one
hand slightly higher in an attempt to get attention and when Daryl’s gaze
focused on his he swallowed hard, “Well you see- the thing is. I – that is we-”
“Just spit it out.” Little Rock sighed.
At the confused glances getting thrown his way, Tallahassee shrugged, “He gets
nervous, don’t think you’re helping with the bow.”
“We’re looking for our friend,” Wichita added, “We got separated.”
With a nod of agreement both Tallahassee and Daryl lowered their weapons.
“That’s better, look we’ve also been separated from two of our men, we can help
each other look.” The Sheriff stepped forward and spoke evenly like he was
afraid of sparking another confrontation.
“Who the fuck are you?” Tallahassee asked as he took in the sight of the law
“Rick Grimes.” He introduced himself and held his hand out in greeting.
Tallahassee didn’t take it but instead scrunched his face and mocked, “Rick
Daryl smirked, now he remembered this guy, Merle’s old friend and if he
remembered rightly, he was a crazy bastard.
They reminisced slightly as they stalked towards the closest
town, with Wichita and Little Rock jumping into the conversation every now and
again with sharp mocking remarks. Both Carl and Sophia where enamoured with Little
Rock, there couldn’t have been many years between the three but Little Rock had
obviously been matured through the brutality of the new world.
Columbus was very happy holding up the back of the group with Dale, they were
two peas in a pod. The two groups exchanged descriptions of their lost members
and made a plan of action, but as usual best laid plans often fail and the group
was forced to flee from a pack of walkers.
“Get in doors, hide out.” Rick ordered as he pushed a Walker
away from Lori and Carl and the group split.
The clock on wall didn’t look like it had worked in decades,
even before the end of the world so you had no clue how long you and your new
friends had had to get acquainted but, and you hated to admit it, you had
enjoyed their company. Both men were engaging and more than willing to tell you
about their group and their misadventures at the CDC, you made a mental note of
everything they said in case the rest of their group showed up and weren’t as accommodating.
They told you all about their very own Sheriff Rick and his
family and their resident redneck Daryl Dixon, the man sounded familiar and
though you couldn’t place it he already reminded you of Tallahassee. You told
Glenn and T-Dog all that you dared too about your group, you were cautious of
giving anyway any information that could prove dangerous.
So you kept it simple:
- Columbus was highly tuned and very observant. (Neurotic was more like it.)
- Little Rock and Wichita were sisters and it was best not to try to fuck with
them. (100% true.)
- Tallahassee was slightly bat shit crazy. (Very true.)
But your nice time was cut short by a scream.
You didn’t recognise it but the guys seemed to as they
jumped to their feet and pushed their faces up against the window. You followed
their lead, out of the window you could see the tail end of the pack, there was
nowhere near the amount of walkers that had flooded the street but still way
too many to handle.
“Carl.” Glenn breathed out and you finally found what had captured their
attention. Atop a long abandoned car a young boy was surrounded by walkers, he
screamed as they grasped and snarled at his feet.
“Jesus fuck.” You hissed and before you could think, and Tallahassee would
argue that you never thought, you had yanked open the door and where barrelling
out into the street. Machete out, you slashed at any walker that came close as
you raced to the car.
At the sound of whistling you looked up and saw Tallahassee racing out of
another building, he was joined by a thin man with a crossbow and with both of
them whistling walkers close by turned to follow the sounds and you disposed of
Fucking suicidal rednecks.
Out of the corner of your eyes you could see two men rushing
towards the boy on the car. Running over to snatch a bin lid from the side of
the road you hollered to the two men, “You get the boy, we’ll distract them!”
The thicker set of the two nodded and you ran back to help Tallahassee while
banging your machete against the bin lid to distract more walkers.
“Hey now don’t be tryna take Zombie Kill of the Week.” Tallahassee laughed as
he caught a walker by the back of the head and smashed its face down into the
“As if you stood a chance.” You smirked and pushed a walker away with the bin
lid before cutting it down with your machete.
Everything moved too fast after that.
The pack of walkers seemed to surge and swell until you’d
been cut off from both Tallahassee and his new crossbow wielding friend.
“Shit. Shit.” You hissed to yourself as you tried to back up while cutting down
the walkers. More of the other group had come to help and you’d seen Columbus
helping the boy down from the car but still you were all overwhelmed.
You managed to find a break and rushed back out of the crowd of gnashing hands
but you were relieved when, above the chaos, you caught sight of Columbus and
the boy being dragged by the other group into the safety of a building.
Tallahassee caught your eye and you gestured wildly for him to follow Columbus,
there was no way that you could get to him through these walkers but you could
get them away while everyone got somewhere safe. He shook his head in
disagreement with your silently exchanged plan but you were already too far
away. Spinning on your heel, you whistled loudly before beginning to bolt down
The pack swarmed and moved as one, following you instantly. You
ran, your feet pounding along the road until a walker sideswiped you knocking
you to the ground. You hissed and pushed the dead woman up, holding her above
you as he clawed at the ear and snapped her jaw at you.
A booted foot kicked the side of her head and she was knocked to the floor
beside you but you had already jumped to your feet and had begun to back up beside
the crossbow man who had saved you.
“Thanks.” You breathed out, he gave you a brief nod and then
both of you were running.
You couldn’t say how long you’d been running, but your lungs
and throat burned, your legs shook and finally the noises of the dead quietened
behind you. When you finally stopped in your little safe haven, an old auto
body shop at the edge of town, both of you dropped to the floor panting for
Neither of you spoke nor moved for a while until finally, on
a huffed breath, he introduced himself, “Daryl Dixon.”
“Y/N Y/L/N.” You responded and he nodded and you both fell into silence against
listening to the walkers outside as they passed past you.
“So,” Daryl breathed after a moment, “Zombie kill of the week?”
He asked, he couldn’t help showing his amusement.
“Gives us something to focus on.” You laughed and he returned it.
“Who’s winning?” He asked.
You pulled a face, “Tally.”
He smirked, “Tally? Well I am definitely using that.”
“You two know each other?” You asked and he gave a one armed shrug.
“He knew my brother.” He answered and realisation hit you.
“Wait.” You pointed at him, “I knew I recognised your name, your brother is
Daryl narrowed his eyes at you and scrutinised your expression as though he was
trying to decide whether or not he should tell you, “Yeah.” He mumbled after a
moment and chewed his thumbnail before stating, “You don’t sound like a fan.”
“I’m not. But I’m sure I’m not the first.” You mused and he made a noise of agreement
while you dug through your bag. Daryl watched, somewhat amused, as you pulled
out and placed down; a bottle of Jack, a pack of cards, some broken biscuits
and a small hand turn lantern.
“Ya’ll planning a party?” He asked you, you moved for him to come and sit
closer to you, and after shooting you a suspicious look he did.
“We don’t know how long we’ll be stuck here until its safe, let’s get to know
each other.” You held up the pack of cards and teased, “Strip poker? Truth or
He rolled his eyes at your mischievous expression, “Now ya’ll being friends
with Tallahassee makes sense.”
“He is lucky to have my friendship, I will give you that.” You joked and he
shook his head slightly as he shuffled the cards, he didn’t trust you not to
fix the deck, while you cranked the lantern. It was going to be a long night
but at least he wasn’t stuck in there with Officer Friendly.
Not sure how well this will work but I’ve had it stuck in my head!
Introverted Thinking (Ti): When we are first introduced to Tallahassee, we can immediately feel his cold and aloof demeanor. The first thing he does is refer to himself by the name of his city and wants others to do the same, apparently as to avoid any emotional connection. Similar, he also wants chit chat to be reduced to a minimum. Unless people have something useful to say, then there is no need for talking. Whereas Columbus has a list of survival tips he lives by and wants to be prepared for every scenario, Tallahassee simply acts on his own accord, his own logic. He will simply do what he sees fit to survive. His approach to killing zombies is pretty unorthodox. Whereas most people choose to avoid them by all means necessary, he prefers to lure them out so he can have a clear shot. When asked to shoot a young girl whom (he thinks) has been bitten, he shows absolutely no reluctance to do so, because in good ol’ fashion zombie movie logic, you have to put your emotions aside if you want to survive.
Extroverted Sensing (Se): Another reason why he is one of the presumably lone survivors of the zombie apocalypse, is that he adapts very well to whatever happens around him. He’s quick on his feet and knows instinctively how to survive. One of the rules he inspires Columbus with is “Enjoy the little things” as he shows that something as simple as eating a twinkie can bring great joy in these dark times. Adrenaline rushes only make him even more competent in his zombie slaying skills.
Introverted Intuition (Ni): With his son dead, Tallahassee wanders aimlessly, or so it seems. He always appears to have a deeper plan in mind that he will not disclose to others. Provided people aren’t actively conning him, he can read with great accuracy their motives and picks up on the unsaid. Not wanting to admit the loss of his son, he fools people into making them believe he simply lost his dog.
Extroverted Feeling (Fe): He represses his grief over his son, but it ultimately shows in bursts of inappropriate anger. While he mostly keeps his emotions in check under a stone cold facade, when he does emotionally express himself, it tends to be childlike in demeanor, whether it be anger or joy. He does get ultimately fooled by Little Rock and Wichita because deep down inside, he wants to protect and help people.