you stab those walkers in the face

Selfless

Request:

Hi :-) So can i have a Daryl x reader where they are friends since before the apocalypse and they have feelings for each others but are too shy to say it ? And Daryl is jealous because she is getting closer of Shane and one day while looking for Sophia they argue and admit their feelings ? ( With smut if you want ) Thank you a lot I love your imagines !

A/N: ugh I wrote this and originally it fit the request really good but I accidentally deleted it. I about shot myself and I veered a little off in attempt to actually write it. I hope you like it anyways! (No smut but sometime in one of the upcoming ones) KM SO SORRY ITS LATE I PROMISE ILL WROTE THE OTHERS SOON

Song: bad_news by Bastille

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“What the hell is your deal?” You asked Daryl harshly.

He scoffed and turned to you with piercing eyes. “Go back to Shane! Yer bangin’ him anyway!”

“You know just as well as I do that that isn’t true! What the fuck is your damn problem?” You were fuming at your best friend who was being completely unreasonable. He got close to you and spoke in your face, putting up his dominant front.

“Do I? I ain’t dealin’ with yer shit no more! You were my problem but not anymore!” He turned away from you and started to walk off when you spoke, so quiet he could barely hear it.

“What-what does that mean..?”

“Exactly what it sounds like.” And with that, he left you outside of your tent with your thoughts to go to the city and find his brother. You were aware of a tightening feeing creeping up in your throat and blurriness finding its way in front of your eyes.

You knew that he didn’t mean anything he just said to you and he’d come running back and saying sorry when he got back but that didn’t mean the words didn’t hurt.

Daryl met you in a restaurant, managing to rescue you from a perverted customer. You instantly attached to him and became extremely close and somewhere along the way, you fell in love. It was him who was at your door at 2 AM when screams and sounds of destruction were closing in. He held his crossbow and shoved a gun into your hand and dragged you to his bike and headed for the mountains along with his older brother. Daryl was protective and rough around the edges but you cherished every part of him, knowing he was the only thing you had left. You always thought the feelings were unreciprocated, one way.

Shane had just asked you for help and often confined in you about Lori after Rick showed up. You were always willing to listen, wanting to help everyone. You always give your food to the kids if they were still hungry or took a double watch if someone was tired. In all honesty, you didn’t dub your behavior as unusual; your father raised you to be selfless and giving, something he always was. Daryl hated Shane, more so after he put him in a headlock, giving him a severe headache the day after.

You couldn’t believe what Daryl said. Accusing you of sleeping with someone was absurd. You had boyfriends before Daryl came around but they were all jerks and cheaters, leaving you single for the better part of your college life.

You shook your head, trying to get what he said out of your thoughts as the sounds of an engine roared to life. The heavy weight of worry made its home deep in your heart, sinking to the bottom like a stone. Walkers crawled the big city streets and just the mere thought of the man you loved stepping a foot close to it created a wave of anxiety, images of his bloody body appearing in your mind. It wouldn’t be the first time he came home drenched in blood.

Sure, you were mad at him for saying what he did, but you forgave so easily especially when he comes to you with guilt glistening in his blue eyes. He was so insecure, always doubting himself, causing him to lash out and voice what he thinks others believe. He always apologized and ended up beating himself up about it; you just came to terms with the fact that he was like that because of his past. Daryl was always on the defense, protecting himself from things that weren’t meant to harm him. You were the first to see the scars on his back, not even his brother had seen them.

You could remember him yelling at you then storming out, leaving you in tears because it was the first time he’d ever done that. Hours later, tear stains along with smudged makeup painted your pillowcase when he returned. As soon as he saw your puffy eyes and trembling body beneath the covers, self loathing claimed his mind, you could see it. Daryl turned around and took his shirt over his head to show you why he was the way he was. You cried while he held you and vice versa. You were devastated to find out the truth but grateful he trusted you enough. That was the day you first started realizing how deep in you really were.

-

The campfire warmed your skin and brought smiles to the faces of those around it. It was Amy’s birthday, everyone telling stories and just enjoying the moment absent from terror. Carl and Sophia were beside you as they both reminded you of your long gone siblings.

Amy got up to leave, everyone’s eyes shooting to her. “I have to pee. Jeez, you try to be discreet around here.” The group chuckled, even bringing you out of your paranoid haze you’d been trapped in ever since you started to overthink. Daryl being hurt flashed before your eyes, him being bit, a walker. You couldn’t stay calm.

A scream pierced the air. Then another. Then everyone was screaming.

Amy was outside of the trailer, a walker biting into her neck. Her sister jumped up and ran to her bleeding body. While this was occurring, walkers appeared from the forest, biting people as they went. Screams rattled the night as well as gunshots.

You jumped up and pulled your gun from your back pocket, now in defense mode. You pushed the children behind you and took down every walker that got near you.

In the chaos, you managed to see Carl darting to his mother, catching the attention of a few walkers.

“Shit!” You yelled, pulling Sophia by the arm to the trailer. You shoved her inside and gave her a spare knife. She looked at you with fear heavy in her eyes and sobs coming from her mouth. “If anything tries to get you, use this!” You slammed the door shut and ran to the other child. He was still running from the walkers and despite how much you screamed for their attention, they were not giving up.

An idea sparked through your head, though you weren’t thinking of the consequences due to the adrenaline pumping in your blood. You grabbed your main knife from your belt and slid it across your forearm, hoping the smell would attract the undead.

You screamed at them once again and they veered their attention from Carl to you. He ran to his mother and she was yelling something at you but your ears were filled with the sound of your rapid heartbeat. Again, you decided to do something potentially stupid and ran to the middle of everything where adults were fighting and others were being bitten.

The knife once again slid over your arm, more crimson running down your fingertips. Walkers that weren’t occupied with feeding on the bitten were now after you.

You sprinted quickly to the woods, hoping to draw them away from the attacked campsite. Groans could be heard from behind you, getting closer and closer by the second. Your strength was running out; the cuts still spilling blood weren’t exactly shallow and it made your head spin.

Eventually you reached a point where you couldn’t run anymore. So you turned toward the fifteen or so walkers in front of you and raised your gun, shooting the ones closest to you until the ammo ran out.

Your knife was the only thing left. You stabbed one after the other, careful to dodge those lunging after you.

While you were pulling the knife out of one, another jumped on you, pushing you to the ground. You struggled against it, thinking of what Daryl taught you.

You held it back with all your strength as it tried to snap its teeth into your face. Just as it was about to sink into your flesh, it fell limp. An arrow was in its skull.

Gunshots rang beside you and you didn’t bother getting up, knowing your dwindling adrenaline wouldn’t aid you in the process. The body was lifted from you and you were met with blue eyes just as you closed yours.

-

As Daryl pulled in, walkers were eating people and attacking the living. Gunshots rang out and echoed into the night, drawing more and more of the dead to them.

He jumped from the car as well as the other men, bringing his crossbow up and taking out the closest to him. He takes them down one after the other, making his way towards the middle of the chaos.

“Daryl!” His head whipped to the voice. It was Lori who was behind Shane along with her son.

“It’s (Y/N)! She’s in the woods and a bunch of walkers followed her!” She was yelling overtop of the loud sounds of death and destruction but Daryl heard every single word.

He took off sprinting into the trees, searching frantically for you, the only one he cared about. He finally saw a crowd of walkers. You were in the middle fighting them off, blood covering you. A walker fell onto you and was trying to bite you and as soon as he was close enough, he took it out. Daryl quickly killed the other ones by means of stabbing and shooting, going over to you after they all fell.

You were covered in blood and your eyes were glazed over before your eyelids covered them. He picked you up and ran back to the camp where the gunshots ceased.

-

“What happened to her?” Daryl asked while you were unconscious in your tent. He had bandaged your arms while muttering apologies for everything he said even though you couldn’t hear him.

“She saved Carl,” Lori said, emotion thick in her voice. “Walkers were chasing him and she– she cut herself to drawl them away. Then she did it again in the middle of everything to get them away from all of us.” Tears were running down her face as she recalled the traumatic events only an hour prior to the current conversation.

He cursed under his breath. How could he have not guessed? You were naturally like that and he knew it.

Rick came over to him and put a hand on Daryl’s shoulder. “(Y/N)’s a brave girl. I owe her, we all do.”

-

A pounding in your skull woke you up. Opening your eyes almost made it worse.

You were in your tent, night still in the air. You sat up, almost falling back down because of the dizziness flooding your vision. Bandages were wrapped around your left arm, blood soaking through them.

Then, the zipper on the tent was undone as Daryl unzipped it. He was covered in blood, mirroring you, and looked exhausted.

“Daryl,” you breathed out. He came inside and closed the tent back up before pulling you into a tight embrace. He burrowed his face into your neck and breathed in. Tears found their way to your cheeks.

“Don’ do that again. Stop bein’ so damn selfless,” he threatened, half growling. He pulled away and took your arm. His thumb brushed over the bandages and he looked you in the eyes with a hard stare. “I can’ lose ya.”

You put your hand on his cheek and he leaned into the gentle touch, an unusual thing for him. Tears kept their steady flow down your face. You were happy but a larger part of you was devastated at the loss of everyone.

Daryl could see exactly what you were thinking. He always did. “C'mere.”

He took you into his embrace, just holding you and whispering into your ear. “I need ya…. I- I…”

“I love you too, Daryl.” You whispered back, knowing what he was trying to say. He squeezed you lightly and held you for the rest of the night, protecting you from the terrors outside.

The Other Side of The Archer [Daryl Dixon x Reader]

~ Imagine where the reader almost gets bitten by a walker, but Daryl comes to the rescue. ~

 

 

“There’s got to be some stuff in there. What if there’s medicine or something? Something that we need! We can’t let that slip away…” I insisted, pleading with Daryl to bust open the doors of the abandoned store. He grunted at me for the fourth time, but he couldn’t fight back any longer.

 

“We said we’d come out here, look for gas, then head back. You’re wasting your time,” He huffed, before handing me the crowbar and grabbing a cigarette from his pocket, “Tap on the door first. If there’s any walkers in there we’re leaving, I ain’t takin’ no risks.”

 

I knocked on the door to check if there were any walkers inside. After waiting a few seconds, I heard nothing so I instantly curved the crowbar around the gap in the wood and pulled it towards me. Daryl blew smoke everywhere and turned around to face away from me, as I forced the door open with as much strength as I could muster in the heat. The sun shone directly onto us, blinding us both as I continued to attempt to open the door. I heard a crack as a piece of wood fell from the door, before the latch finally gave way and it opened up. I dropped the crowbar as my arms flopped to my sides like jelly.

 

I turned to check if Daryl was going to join me, but he’d sat down on the ground and was too busy staring into the distance to notice I’d opened the door without his help. All day I’ve been relying on him to open doors and get us into places, but now I’ve done it on my own and he didn’t even witness it happen! It’s not like he would’ve congratulated me for it, but I would’ve liked to have him see that I’m perhaps not as weak as he might think.

 

I slowly walked into the store, my eyes darting around the room in every direction, checking the area for any walkers. I pulled out my knife and had it in my hand, pointing outwards, ready to use at any given moment. “Found any thing yet?” I heard Daryl call as I strolled further into the abandoned room. I tutted at his question, as I tried to think of a sarcastic reply but admitted defeat when I couldn’t.

 

The room was dark, and the windows were boarded up with old slabs of wood that’d been hammered into the walls with rusty nails. My free hand traced the edge of the counter, collecting dust and dirt from the filthy metal surface. I rubbed my fingertips against my thumb, dust flaking off of my skin and floating down to the ground. Shelves were falling off of the walls, hanging on by singular brackets as other cabinets sat empty in the corners, with only a few boxes of miscellaneous items stacked on them; items that would be useless to us. I heard noise outside as Daryl groaned to himself, and told me to hurry up.

 

I turned around and looked towards him. He was still sat down in front of the doors, his arms behind him as he lounged under the sun as if he was on a beach holiday. “Hey come on!” He yelled over to me, not even bothering to look back over his shoulder at me. I squinted my eyes so I could get a better look at him, but as I went to step forward, I was grabbed forcefully. The familiar sickening texture of a walker’s peeling and rotten skin connected with my arm and I instantly tried to yank myself away from its deathly grip.

 

I tugged and tried to resist, flailing my knife around and trying to stab the walker in any place I could. It held my arm tightly behind my back, restricting me from being able to turn my body. I can’t turn around or I’ll twist my own arm and possibly break it in the process. I tried kicking my legs out behind me in an attempt to strike the walker in the legs but all I got in return was the disgusting moan of the undead soul in my ear. I leaned forward as far as I could so it wouldn’t be able to lunge and bite my neck at any second. I began to panic as the walker’s grasp only got tighter and my arm felt as if it was being pulled out of its socket.

 

I looked out to the doors at Daryl who was completely oblivious to the attack that was taking place behind him. I immediately called for his help as I heard a loud creaking sound behind me that signalled someone or something else was now in the room. No matter how much I didn’t want to seem vulnerable, I knew I couldn’t get away. “Daryl!” I yelled, still thrashing my body around insanely as I heard the roaring of the walker getting louder. There definitely has to be more than one in here now. Where the hell have they come from?! “Daryl!” I practically screamed as I threw myself forward again, dropping my knife and cursing loudly as I did so. My voice cracked as the humidity in the room felt as if it was wrapping around my throat, preventing me from passing air properly.

 

Daryl finally turned around and his eyes widened as he jumped up from where he was sitting, pulling out his knife from his belt as he ran towards me. My heart began to race as he plunged the knife into the walker’s eye, my face inches away from the razor-shape blade. My breathing hitched as I fell forward onto the floor, coughing and spluttering, trying to take in as much oxygen as my body would allow me to. I squeezed my eyes shut to calm myself down as the sounds of Daryl violently grunting and stabbing multiple walkers surrounded me. I wiped my eyes with my wrists, rubbing them until the noises stopped and the last walker fell to the floor with a thud. I looked up to see Daryl panting, wiping his knife on his jeans before tucking it back into his belt. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

 

He spun around and saw me sat in a ball on the floor, my breathing somehow unable to return back to normal as I inhaled and exhaled loudly like a cat spitting a fur-ball. He crouched down and grabbed my hands, flipping my arms around to see if I’d been bitten anywhere. I shook my head to tell him I hadn’t, and he sunk to the ground and sat beside me. “Are you okay?” He asked between his short breaths. I couldn’t quite find a reply, so I nodded again as I turned to face him.

 

“Thank you…” I murmured, reaching over to him and touching his arm. He brought his hand up to his bicep and placed it on top of my own, an unfamiliar smile creeping onto his lips. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile like this before.

 

“It’s nothin’,” He shrugged, patting my hand before standing up, helping me up too. He wrapped his arm around me as we walked out of the store, and I felt like I’d connected with him more in that short space of time than I had throughout the past few months in his presence. He rubbed the space between my shoulder blades gently, as I began to control my breathing once again. I looked at him, only to find him looking at me also. His gaze locked in with mine, as he stared at me through the gaps in his long, messy hair, “What’re you starin’ at?” He asked, looking away from me, breaking the connection between us.

 

“I could’ve asked you the same thing.” I muttered. He stopped in his tracks, placing his hands on my forearms and holding me in place. He looked me up and down before letting go of me and slouching, “What? What’s wrong?”

 

“I don’t know… You could’ve died in there!” He suddenly shouted, throwing his arms in the air and letting them fall to his sides, slapping his thighs, “I told you not to go in there.” He lowered his tone once again, as he slid his hands into his pockets and looked at me with the same dark eyes he usually does. I guess smiley Daryl from a couple minutes ago doesn’t want to stick around.

 

“How was I to know there were walkers? Daryl you watched me knock on that door, we heard nothing. It was just, a misunderstanding…”

 

“Yeah, a misunderstanding that could’ve ended up with you dead. Or both of us for that matter.”

 

“No - Just me.”

 

He looked at me with a confused expression as if I’d just spoken a completely different language. His hands fell out his pockets and hung by his sides lazily, “What do you mean?” He asked me, walking towards me. I felt intimidated by his closeness to me, but I also kind of liked it.

 

“I mean… That… If either of us was to have died in there, it would’ve just been me. You would’ve gotten away easy.” I explained, shrugging.

 

“What makes you say that? We were both in the same amount of danger.”

 

“Daryl we both know you’re ten times stronger than I am. You would’ve killed those walkers in there the same way you just did and returned to Alexandria without a scrape. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about…”

 

“You’re wrong.”

 

“I’m not.”

 

Yes you are… You’re wrong, maybe not completely wrong but, you’re not completely right. I wouldn’t have left without a scrape, because I wouldn’t have left at all. Do you really think I’d watch you die then just walk out?”

 

He looked at me with hurt in his eyes and I felt a stab to my heart as I watched his face alter from tough to somewhat vulnerable or upset, “I wouldn’t be able to go back without you with me. Imagine how much of a coward I’d look… People would blame me,” He said, reaching out to grab my hand. I was too busy studying his facial expression to notice him squeezing my hand and stroking the back of it softly. I looked down, watching him gently touch the rough skin on the backs of my knuckles, “That’s why I didn’t want you to go in there. I wouldn’t know what to do if you’d have gotten hurt or worse…”

 

I looked back up at him and I felt as if his eyes were glaring deep into my soul. Then, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a hug. I allowed my body to sink into his, as his strong arms held me there for a moment. I felt as if the world stopped around us, as I took in his scent, my face settling into the crook of his neck comfortably. I wanted to stay like that forever, and never let go.

 

He eventually pulled away and sniffled, tucking his hands back into his pockets casually. I stood there dumbfounded, trying to find something to say back to him. I’ve never seen this side to Daryl before, he’s always so aggressive and tough, “Daryl I… I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to you. You’re so right, I don’t know what I would’ve done if the situation would’ve been reversed and you were the one in trouble.”

 

He laughed slightly at my reply, throwing his head back and sighing before chuckling a little louder to himself. I tilted my head in confusion as he just stood and laughed, not looking at me, “What?” I asked in amusement, a slight laugh creeping up on me for no reason.

 

“You seriously think I’d allow myself to get in trouble like that?” He replied sarcastically, now folding his arms over his chest, “Come on Y/N, let’s be real here…”

 

“Alright, no need to be cocky… Can we just go home now?” I almost whined like a small child. He just nodded in reply and we began walking together, suddenly closer than we’d ever been before. We vowed to keep his ‘spill of emotions’ as he called it, to ourselves. I couldn’t agree more when he suggested we don’t mention it again, because not only would we have our first inside secret together, but I’d be able to have that version of Daryl inside my mind for the rest of my life. The side of Daryl that no one has ever had the privilege of seeing apart from me. And if that’s not pretty damn special, I don’t know what is…

 

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