Most of my fics are gender neutral (I like for everyone to be able to read plus I’m non-binary lol). Since most people who simp for the male Walking Dead characters are women, I do write fem fics sometimes. I also like to make my fics non-race specified. So instead of “your cheeks showing red” I write “you felt your cheeks getting hot.” I try my hardest so if you are a poc pls give me feedback:)
۞ means it is a gender neutral reader
ᗢ means it is a fem reader
Summary: Being friends with Mike in high school and helping him with math, but that quickly turns into something else.
Reader’s pronouns: she/her
Word Count: 1.5K
Story Contains: profanity, name calling, fluff, angst, oral (female receiving), p in v,
Notes: I heavily believe that Mike sucked at math in school and I will die on that hill
You are walking through the crowded halls, trying to go to your normal meeting spot after school. You look for Mike. He’s been your best friend for years. You’ve helped him through the death of his brother and you are always there for him and his sister. You finally spot him, “Hey Mike! How were classes?” You smile at Mike while he shrugs. “Still don’t get it.” He frowns.
You and Mike are total opposites. You are in all honors classes while he’s in regular classes. You usually help him after school so he can get good grades. “Well that’s why I help you. Was it math today?” You start walking in the direction of his home and he follows beside you. “Yeah. I hate school.” You laugh at what he says. “Well let’s get to your place and I’ll help.”
Summary: You start to fall in love with an archer but try to tell yourself not to
Summary: When Y/n starts to get attracted to Spencer, Daryl tries to save her from the damage Spencer could do
Summary: Y/n is falling in love with Rick. Daryl could only think about the old times when you were his. He’s stuck with thinking, how could he have done better?
Summary: After a night out, looking at the holiday lights, Daryl and Y/n finally confess their feelings. Daryl got attention, something he thought would never happen
Summary: While going on a 5 day hunting trip with your dad, you two banter a lot and get on each other's nerves…in the most loving way possible.
Summary (requested): Sensory issues are hard in this life, but what if you had it in a life where Merle was in it? What if your boyfriend helped you?
Oneshots
Summary: The Governor takes you as a hostage to try and talk to Rick, as always, Rick feels the need to resort to anger with the state you are in
Summary: You come back from a fight and Rick worries about you
Summary: Everyone knows about the love you and Rick have for each other; but the only ones who don’t are yourselves
Oneshots
Summary: You and Carl have an idea on how to handle a minor situation, but your plans are stopped by overreacting parents
Oneshots
Summary (requested): Negan needed to prove his point. Even if it went past his morals, he needed to show them who’s the boss. Carol lost one child, what if she lost her other to someone so evil??
Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader
Summary: You help Mike after getting a call from Abby.
Reader’s pronouns: she/her
Word Count: 946
Story Contains: enemies to lovers
Notes: I did not reread this, I'm so sorry. I will be writing a longer fanfic
“Y/N please come to my place! I need help!” You didn’t even get a chance to ask any questions, Abby hung up. It felt like your mind was going 100 miles per hour. You excused yourself from the professor's class and ran to your car. You broke every single speed limit known to man. ‘Why on earth would ABBY call me and not Mike?’ You parked in front of Mike’s house and burst through the door.
“ABBY!!” You yelled throughout the whole house. Abby came running to you and took your hand. “It’s Mike, I don’t know what’s wrong, he didn't come home last night!” She is crying, her eyes are so puffy. You went down to one knee. “Abby, breath. I will go find him. Please stay here okay?” You tried getting back up, but Abby yanked your hand down. “Let me come with you.” You had to be stern or else she wouldn’t drop it. “No. Stay here.” Abby looked like she was going to protest. “No questions, stay.” Abby ran to her room and slammed the door. You walked out the house and locked it.
Heyy can I request a harry potter x reader where during a valentine's day harry is super stressed and he's scared to disappoint the reader? So he buy like a thousand of chocolates/flowers/Teddy bears ect and the reader finds it kinda cute that's he's so stressed out ? (and also She reassures him that he doesn't have to do too much because everything he does it, it's perfect and it will make her happy)
Thanks if you do it <3
pairing: harry potter x f!reader
warnings: i don't think there's any swear words but lmk if i missed any. not proofread (sorry!) fluff fluff fluff!
an: thank you for the request! had fun writing it <3 changed it a bit (i think??) but i hope you like and enjoy it nonetheless!
y/n = your name. l/n = last name. y/h = your house.
upon waking up, harry could already feel the pressure.
Request from Anon: can u make a one-shot with daryl and his gf that has sensory issues (like touch and sound). the reader then has a sensory anxiety attack. i have sensory issues and would love to read something like that
Readers pronouns: she/her
Setting: Season 3
Word Count: 1.2K
Story Contains: Profanity, angst, fluff
A/n: I sorta have sensory issues, so I hope others can relate. Thank you for the requests<33
Your breathing was ragged and shallow. Your chest was tight and you were trying to take off your shirt. One hand was fiddling with the hem, the other was scratching your back. You started whimpering and whining. “Y/n? Aye calm down.” Daryl came into your shared cell—mostly yours because he hates being cooped up—he didn’t know what was wrong at first. You started getting more agitated and started tossing and turning. Daryl then realized what was wrong, the tag was bothering you. “Shit…” he mumbled. He grabbed his knife and made you stay still. “Y/n calm down. I got it.” He grabbed the tag and cut it so you won’t feel it. You could still feel the tickling so you started scratching harder. Daryl grabbed a hold of both of your hands and made you sit on the bed while he kneeled between you.
Your sensory attack became an anxiety attack. Your breathing was shallow and you started to curl up, but Daryl wasn’t letting that happen. “No. Don’ do that.” He stayed between your legs and held your hands because he was afraid you would scratch yourself. “Breathe. Come on. Count.” You did as you were told and tried. Your hands stopped moving and Daryl brought his arms to your face and pulled you in for a hug. You hesitated for a few minutes, but eventually hugged him underneath his arms once you finally calmed down.
Request from Anon: can i request of some carol child angst like they died at the line up or got bit by a walker thanks<3333
Readers pronouns: they/them *not specified*
Setting: Season 8 (Negan’s lineup)
Word Count: 2.1K
Warnings: Profanity, blood, death
A/n: I haven’t watched the episode in a long time, sooo just go with it :,( and umm…I may have cried when typing this (it’s the hormones)
You were terrified. Your hands were held behind your back by a much bigger guy. You saw everyone on their knees, you ventured away from the group to see if you could help find supplies, but these random guys found you. The guy held you beside where no one could see you, but you could see them. You saw your mom, looking frantically around, assuming for you. “Stop your whimpering.” This big guy pulled you back and whispered into your ear. You wanted so badly to fight, but knew this guy could overtake you in a split second.
The guy kicked your foot and pushed you forward. You were pulled by him and pushed onto the ground. He released your arms before you fell so you were able to break the fall. You fell beside Glenn, but your gaze immediately shot up to your mom. She was tearing up. All thoughts were rushing through her head.
What was going on? Why was her child held back? Who were these people? Why were they doing this? And on and on…
“Mom I-”
“HEY! No talking!” A guy with a mustache yelled at you. “Now yall must meet the man that’s been WAITING for this moment.” The same guy stepped to the side and there was knocking on the door of a camper. All eyes darted that way. Even yours and Carol’s, although you two wanted to silently talk.
You two had a bad feeling about this. You couldn’t handle your mom dying. She was always there for you, and if she were to die…who would take care of you? If you were to die, who would take care of her? You can’t leave your mom. She lost one child and she can't lose another.
The door suddenly opened, “Are we pissin’ our pants yet?” A guy with a bat? Yeah he had numbers, but a bat? “You all really got some balls!” You couldn’t help but look at your mom. She held her gaze to this man, almost like she was analprogiling him. “Blowing up my guys with a launcher? Killing my men? I mean, they weren’t helping, but they were my men!” You gulped at that. You were there that day. You helped Daryl launch it. I guess the guy saw your action. “What’s wrong little one?” He tilted your head up with the end of his bat. You said nothing, “Oh I’m sorry. How rude of me? Names Negan.” You nodded. “Cool.” You replied out of nerves. You didn’t mean to, it just happened. Negan smirked at you, “Cool? Was it cool when you blew up my men?” You didn’t answer, just shrugged. You couldn’t risk looking at your mom, and she didn’t risk it either.
The minutes went by in a blur, thoughts racing, your anxiety getting bad. “Now NO ONE interrupts me! That is not how this goes!” Negan lost it. Rick said something to him, causing Negan to lose his shit. “Now one of you has to pay…” Your heart raced even more. “And I know just the way to decide. Eenie, meenie…” Negan went on until he landed on Abraham. You quietly gasped. You couldn’t see this but one of his men grabbed your hair and made you look. “Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the other boy's eye out and feed it to his father. And then we’ll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry,” you started tearing up. You couldn’t see one of yours die again. You just can't. And threatening Carl? A person you have grown up with? “Hell, you’re all gonna be doing that!” And with that, Negan strikes Abraham. Sasha and Rosita, crying hard. You gasped and looked at your mom for comfort, her thinking the same as she looked at you. You could tell she wanted nothing more than to protect you. She wanted—needed—to be by you. Instead you are people away from her.
Abraham gets back up. “OHHH look at that! Taking it like a CHAMP!” He sat back up and said, “Suck. My. Nuts.” You cried more and more just thinking about how Abraham was so confident and just himin his last moments. Putting on his last brave face. However, Abraham’s redemption didn’t last long. Negan exclaimed an ‘oh’ and hit him again and again and again. You continued looking at your mom and so she looked at you. She nodded her head and said it was okay. You knew she meant it was okay to cry. It’s her natural reaction to calm you down.
The death of Abraham caused Daryl to lose it. Daryl punched him, but didn’t get far as he was dragged back. “What did I say? I said I would SHUT THAT SHIT DOWN…no exceptions.” You looked at Negan. “Now I don’t know what kind of lyin’ assholes you’ve been dealing with. But I’m a man of my word.” You zoned out. Wrapping your head around everything. And in a flash moment, blood was splattered in your face. You gasped and let out a whine. You looked to your right and saw Glenn, splattering blood on the gravel. Maggie yelled out. Glenn rose back up and you immediately puked at the site. You couldn’t look or do anything. You sobbed quietly.
In another split second Negan hit Glenn continuously. Blood splattering all over you. You were filled with rage. “Look at you! Blood suits you.” He brought the bat to your chin again. You gagged at the smell. “You…you are such a dick,” you spat at him. Not even thinking. “Y/n.” Your mom warned. “Hush lady. Gotta hear this kid out. Go on.” You looked at your mom. “I did blow those guys up. I did call you a dick. And I so badly want to punch you and hit you until I see red and only red for days.” You swallowed and took a breath. “And-” You didn’t finish as Negan hit the side of your stomach with his bat. You bent over holding your side as blood gushed out. You got back up, wincing as your side burned. Carol screamed but covered her mouth. “OH BOY! You gotta big mouth. And is that your mom, kid?” You saw him walked over to her, but you couldn’t let him hurt her. You got up and sprinted towards him, tackling him to the ground. You were at a disadvantage seeing as your side was gushing blood. Negan flipped you over and smashed the top of your head. You were still alive, everything hurting. You needed to say one last thing. “Mom…I’m…I’m always there. Love… love yo-.” You never did get to finish as the world went black.
Carol stared at her child’s lip body. Carol felt nothing, she was numb. She lost another child, she didn’t know what to do. You protected her. That was the last thing you did, but that wasn’t your job. Protecting was her job. “Phew. I don’t like hurting children. I really don’t but they just rambled. One eye here didn’t talk.” Before anyone could do anything, Negan’s men took Daryl and Negan took Rick. Some men stayed with the group and told them they couldn’t move. Carol just stayed there, staring, thinking about you.
“Mom!! Look what I made out of rocks and sticks!” You ran up to her showing off your cool DIY tiny toy. “Oh baby! That’s cool!” Carol patted your back. “I’m gonna give it to Sophia. I don’t know what day it is, but this is her birthday present.” Carol awed and wanted to cry. “That sounds lovely.”
Sophia has been missing for a few days now. Some people lost faith. You looked day and night with Daryl and also comforted your mom. You hugged her until she fell asleep. One night Carol couldn’t sleep. You came back from a whole day looking and went up to your mom. “Come on mom, you have to lay down.” You grabbed her hand and pulled her arm to come with you. You wanted her to lay down in your tent. She shook her head and said no over and over again. “Mom, Sophia is out there. I just know she is.” You sighed and sat down. “She’s tough. Remember when she saved dad from us? She did that. If she can do that, she can do anything.” Carol let out a sigh and finally looked at you. “You're right.” You nodded. “I know. Now come on. You need to sleep. Let's go to my tent.”
We finally got to relax at the prison. No more war, no more drama. Carol taught you to cook. Today’s lesson was frying apples. “Okay mom, here’s the apples.” You grunted as you placed the basket down. “Good. Now cut them into slices.” Carol demanded. “Yes ma’am.” You saluted her. Carol giggled and watched as you grabbed a few apples. You started to cut them and once you cut 5 apples, Carol told you to stop. “Alright now put them on the grill.” You did as you said and put each slice down. “Hey mom? What exactly are we cooking these for?” You looked at her with a questioning look. “Well, for us? See if it’ll work. A pro is that if it doesn’t, you still get apples.” You both laughed and continued on with cooking lessons.
Your mom was banned from the prison and you didn’t even know it yet. Rick came back and told you. You hit and slapped him, but since you were crying it didn’t affect him. Daryl pulled you back and held you. Once Terminus was over and you escaped, you two reunited. You heard leaves being crunched and you turned around. “Mom?” You said, almost tearing up. You ran to her and hugged her tight. Carol returned the hug. “I’m back. Don’t be mad at Rick okay?” You nodded. “I was so worried.” You mumbled into her neck. Carol nodded, “I know. I know.”
“What are you wearing?” You asked very enthusiastically. Your mom was dressed very…motherly. “I’m acting like a dumb mom so we can earn trust. Plus I can make us actual good food.” You laughed. “Well you look very lovely, just not used to it.” Carol laughed. “Well you could change into another style too.” You scoffed. “Hell no. I’m staying in these clothes or at least this style.” Carol rolled her eyes. “Okay sweetie.” Your mom rubbed your back. “As much as I’d love to stay here and talk, Daryl wants me to go on a run…but that really means I want to bug Daryl.” You two laughed and you hugged your mom. “Don’t miss me because I’m always there.” You pointed at her heart. “Love you!”
Rick came back and Negan left with his men. Maggie went to Glenn, Rosita and Sasha went to Abraham. Carol couldn’t get up, so she crawled very slowly to you. Seeing your limp and lifeless body was enough, but Carol needed to say goodbye. “Y/n..I failed you. Why? Why did you do that? I’m supposed to protect you! ME!” Carol shouted as she hit her thigh.” She took a deep breath. “I know you'll always be right here.” She pointed to her heart. “What am I gonna do now? Who will I teach to cook?” She put her hands on your cheeks and stroked her thumbs on them. “The mother in me wants to scream at you for saying those things, but the other side knows I would’ve said those things.” Carol teared up. “I love you so much. You know that. We all know. Please just always stay here.” She put her head on your chest. Crying into your shirt. She didn’t pull away until she felt a hand on her back. She pulled away and looked back, seeing Carl. “Here. It used to be theirs. I want you to have it.” Carl handed Carol that little rock and stick toy you made a few days into the apocalypse. Carol let out a gasp, holding in her breath when taking the toy. When Carol took it she held it to her chest and cried. Carl hugged Carol. “I’m sorry,” he says as he pulls away.
Carol looked at the makeshift toy, “You wanna bury them at Alexandria?” Rick asked, whispering to Carol’s fragile state. All Carol could do was nod. She put the toy in her pocket and picked you up and carried you bridal style.
Carol buried you at Alexandria. She sat by your grave everyday. “I feel you here. And I just wanted to say…I love you too.” She kissed your toy and placed it on her chest with her chain. Little did she know you were standing behind her, listening to everything she said. You were smiling, you knew she would be fine.
“Goodbye, mom.”
“Goodbye, my world.”
Summary: Everyone knows about the love you and Rick have for each other; but the only ones who don’t are yourselves
Readers pronouns: they/them *not specified*
Setting: Season 6 (Alexandria era)
Word Count: 1.9K
Warnings: Profanity, very minor suggestive remark
You got up earlier today, earlier than normal. You got up at the break of dawn so you decided to go on a run, an actual run around Alexandria. You got distracted by a few things so no one knew where you were for a few hours. Most got really worried.
“Daryl! Have you seen Y/n?” The archer shook his head at Rick’s question. “Nah. Haven’t seen ‘em since last night.” Okay now Rick was really worried. “Yeah. I haven’t seen them either.” Glenn added, only adding more worry. “Don’t worry Rick, they're never late for our weekly runs. They could just be talking to someone. I saw someone flirt with them.” Rick felt something awful in his stomach when Glenn said that. Just the thought of someone flirting with you? That’s not him? “Okay.”
Glenn and Daryl gave each other a knowing look. Everyone knew you two were head over heels for each other, but the two of you. Everyone was intrigued but annoyed. This whole ‘not knowing’ shit was getting frustrating for others.
“Hey guys!” You ran up to them, wearing a smile. Rick sighed out of relief. “Y/n where’ve you been?” You tilted your head slightly to the right. “I was running. I woke up really early today so I thought I might as well run.” You laughed a bit. You were in a good mood.
You kind of always were. You made everyday better for people in your group. When Daryl lost Merle, you were there for him when he didn’t let anyone else in. You were there for Carl and Rick when they lost Lori, and you helped with Judith. When Carol lost Sophia, you helped look for her but also comforted her. You were there for everyone; to listen, to comfort, to yell at, break fights, and more.
“Ya really scared Rick here. Now come on. Gotta go.” You grabbed your bag from the truck bed and got in the back with Glenn. “Alright Rick, what are we listening to today?” You smirked and raised your eyebrows
Summary: While going on a 5 day hunting trip with your dad, you two banter a lot and get on each other's nerves…in the most loving way possible.
Readers pronouns: She/her (reader is 16)
Setting: season 4 (Prison era/pre-war)
Word Count: 2.4K
Warnings: Profanity, typical TWD stuff
A/N: I’ve been super busy, but here’s this to make up for it. I also did not re-read it so...there are mistakes lol. Anyways, Daryl would be a good dad. He would definitely be the dad to annoy you, but in a good way.
DAY 1:
It was a nice day today. Everyone was smiling and chatting, children were playing, and even Judith was in a good mood. I walked over to Carol, “Hey girl, whatta ya got for breakfast?” Everytime I spoke, I had my dad’s thick southern accent; and that would make Carol giggle a little. “I’m making frogs. Running out of squirrels. Here’s your bowl of fruit.” My wide smile showed once she handed me the bowl. “Thanks! But yeah, me and my dad are gonna go hun-.”
“Y/N!” Speaking of the devil. “SUP!” I turned around and was met face-to-face with my dad. “Ya ready?” I sighed and looked at my bowl, “Right now?” I looked back up and had a frown. “Yes right now. Stuff the fruit like a damn chipmunk. Let’s go.” He walked away, making his way to get his bow that was on—what used to be Uncle Merle’s—bike. I spun around to meet Carol, and muttered a few swear words. “He always gotta be in a goddamn hurry. Can’t let me fuckin’ eat.” I rolled my eyes and stuffed my mouth with the fruit. I had more in my hands but put down the bowl, “Thank you Carol!!” Before she could even answer I was running after my dad.
We were in the woods for, what I think, was maybe 7 hours. The sun was starting to set and we only caught 2 rabbits and 10 squirrels. We still had to look for more since we had WAY more people now. “Ya know,” I started whispering to my dad, trying to not scare away animals. “This whole apocalypse, it ain’t too bad.” I saw him look over to me with the weirdest look. “I mean we met cool people! And you actually admitted to Merle being a dick.” Daryl hummed and shrugged. “Ya ain’t wrong.” I shook my head, “Yeah no shit. I’m always right.” My dad just scoffed and started to walk faster. “Hey! Come on dad!”
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Prompt: “It’s not safe to be out here by yourself.”
Good luck and thanks for participating!💛
Thanks for letting me do this challenge again @crossbowking !
Pairing: father figure Daryl x reader AGAIN cause I’m a sucker for that lol
Setting: season 2
Type: fluff and angst I guess?
Summary: when looking for Sophia, Daryl finds reader holed up in a cabin. Reader doesn’t speak, doesn’t listen, and doesn’t trust them at all. No one can figure out why but reader sticks with them anyway. One day, Daryl follows reader when they sneak out of camp, hoping to find out what could possibly have happened to make them like that
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Sophia’s tracks had begun to fade like the afternoon sunlight. They had gotten faint but Daryl didn’t want to tell Carol the truth. Eventually they disappeared and he was only left with a direction.
He found a set of footsteps the size of Sophia’s about thirty minutes later. It had to be her. Judging by how they weren’t set in one specific direction, whoever it was must be lost.
He followed the footsteps to an old cabin. She had to be in there.
You, however, hadn’t realized you were followed until the door was opened. You felt the thumping of cautious footsteps on the floorboards and immediately jumped into action. You pulled yourself from the floor quickly and hid yourself beneath the dusty bed in the corner, dragging the blankets down to obscure you from their vision. If there was one thing you’d learned in this new world it was that you couldn’t trust people. Strangers, family, doesn’t matter.
“Sophia?” Daryl called out as he peered around the corner cautiously. He glanced about the room, taking in the living conditions.
Old food wrappers...
Empty water bottles...
A few blood stains...
An old backpack that CLEARLY wasn’t Sophia’s...
Whoever had been there it wasn’t Sophia. They’d been there longer than the girl had been lost.
He tightened his grip on his crossbow. “Whoever’s in here better come out now.” He ordered.
The only response was a slight shuffling noise from under the bed. If it had been Shane or Rick they wouldn’t have heard it. But Daryl had been hunting out in the woods since he was a child, trained in hearing the sounds of hiding creatures.
Whoever they were they were alive.
“Gonna hide forever?” He growled, raising the crossbow so it pointing at the bed.
Nothing.
He was absolutely tired of this person acting like their cover hadn’t been blown.
“Get out before I drag ya out myself.” He ordered, stepping closer.
Still nothing.
Finally, he had enough of it. He reached over and pulled the blanket away from the floor. He waited... thinking they’d come out.
No movement at all.
He grabbed the bed by its headboard and shoved it away from the wall, causing a small gasp to come from underneath it.
You were no longer in darkness.
You opened your wide eyes and backed up against the wall, chest heaving with panic.
This man looked dangerous to say the least.
Mean expression.
Weapon out and pointed at her face.
Knife hanging at his belt.
Suspicious blood stains on his shirt.
“You gotta be shittin’ me.” He groaned. “I go out lookin’ fer one kid and then I find a different one?”
You didn’t respond. You just watched him with wide eyes.
“Ya seen another girl ‘round here, kid?” He asked, trying to calm down.
Still nothing. You just pulled your legs closer and tried to press closer into the wall.
“Got a family?” He interrogated with a firmer tone. “A group? Parents? Hell, even a weapon?”
You watched him carefully. Almost too carefully in Daryl’s opinion. Once he’d finished you shook your head, eyes drifting back to the crossbow in his hand.
He hadn’t even realized it was still pointing at her. He lowered it but still kept the weapon in his grip. “The hell am I ‘sposed to do now?” He asked himself out loud. “Don’t need another mouth to feed.”
You didn’t offer any suggestions. All you did was stare.
After a moment he groaned, his morals speaking louder than the selfishness of a survivor. “Damn it. C’mon. Get up.” He waved you to follow after him.
You shook your head, backing away. You didn’t know this man! He could hurt you! Do bad things! No way in hell would you willingly go with him.
He frowned. “Can’t ya talk?”
Nothing.
Just wide eyes.
“Listen, I’m ‘bout to leave yer ass alone in the woods if ya don’t give me a good enough reason why ya can’t.” His temper began to flare. “Got a group, got food, got water, an’ other kids. Seems like a pretty good deal ta me.”
You seemed to react to the word ‘kids’. You sat up a bit and seemed to watch him with interest.
“Yeah. We got another kid at our camp.” He nodded. “It’s safe.” He swore he was about to leave right then when you said nothing.
You looked down at the floor, thinking. Was this a good idea? He could easily be lying. Very easily. He seemed to know exactly what to say. That was dangerous. Very dangerous.
But other kids... safety... and water... that was something you hadn’t seen in a good long while. Might as well give it a try, right? You could always run if things went south. You were good at that.
Needless to say, Daryl was surprised when you pulled yourself off the ground and picked up your bag. You gave him a wary look but followed him anyway.
“So, ya ever talk?” He asked as the two of you walked through the woods.
You didn’t answer. You just surveyed the woods carefully. He could have men out there waiting to jump you and do bad things. Or there could be walkers. You didn’t know.
Your racing thoughts were interrupted by a tap on your shoulder, flinching you out of your state of mind.
“Gonna answer me or what?” Daryl asked, getting more and more frustrated.
You just frowned at him, unsure of what he was saying. He was talking too fast for you to follow along with it.
“I asked if ya ever talk.” He shouldered his crossbow, no hope whatsoever in you answering.
All he got in return was a shrug.
“I’ll take that as a no.” He sighed. Whatever. At least he’d be able to walk to the farm in silence.
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When they arrived everyone was confused on who you were or where you came from.
The people living in the farm house asked you many questions and you could only catch a few words here and there.
Where
Who
Name
Girl
Sophia
Seen
Group
Woods
You just stared at the floor, unsure of how to respond.
“Is there something wrong with her?” Maggie asked quietly. “She’s not answering anything.”
“Been like that since I found ‘er.” Daryl shrugged. “Ain’t sure ‘a her name, family, or if she even got anybody.”
“Where’d you find her?” Lori frowned. “Surely she has parents somewhere out there.”
Daryl wanted nothing more to leave and return to his tent. But he answered anyway. “Was in a cabin. By the looks ‘a it it’s just her.”
“Sweetie, can you tell us your name?” Lori bent down so she could see your face. “Or where your parents are?”
Your eyes didn’t leave the floor.
Lori sighed. “It’s almost as if she can’t hear me.”
“Or don’t want to.” Shane snorted, leaning against the wall. “Kid doesn’t seem too happy to be here. Probably just thinks ignorin’ us is gonna make us mad or some shit.”
“Damn right it’s makin’ me mad.” The hunter watched the kid in front of him. “Can’t tell if it’s on purpose.”
“I’ve heard ‘bout kids shutting down an’ not speak in’ when they’ve been through somethin’ traumatic.” Hershel informed the group. “It could be like what happened to Beth earlier, an’ it’ll just take some time for her to come around.”
That was the answer everyone seemed to settle on.
They gave you time as well as plenty of opportunities to talk to them. They tried asking questions or telling you things but you didn’t respond no matter how hard anyone tried.
Daryl began to suspect what the real case could be when you didn’t even respond when Shane yelled at you.
He’d been trying to hurry up the process by forcing you to talk. When he got no response he finally snapped.
You’d been reading a book Maggie let you borrow, unaware that anyone had been talking. But you caught on quickly when the book had been slapped from your hands.
You gasped and stumbled away, face to face with an angry Shane.
You weren’t close to anyone in the group so you ran to the person who had brought you there, hiding behind Daryl.
Daryl had been surprised. He didn’t think you liked anybody there at all. After all, you never talked to anybody. Never answered any questions. Being there for five days hadn’t changed anything.
“The hell’s yer problem man.” Daryl growled. “Ya always go ‘round tryin’ to scare kids or what?”
“It’s not my damn fault she won’t talk.” Shane yelled. “She’s gonna learn some respect if she wants to stay here.”
“Yellin’ at her won’t get ya any damn respect.” Daryl bit back. “Hershel said it’d take time, didn’t he?” He glanced down at you as you hid your face from the fight.
“It’s takin’ too much in my opinion.” Shane rolled his eyes and turned to walk away.
From that day on you steered clear of Shane and stayed by Daryl’s side. He wasn’t too sure why you’d chosen him out of everyone else and neither were you. But it seemed to be the right choice. The man never forced you to talk. He never yelled at you when you didn’t react.
It seemed like he simply enjoyed peace and quiet.
You helped around the farm house by washing dishes and feeding chickens. You helped Maggie and Lori make dinner and always helped them clean up after.
You picked flowers for Lori.
You showed Carl how to climb a tree.
You played cards with Glenn.
If Daryl didn’t know better he’d say that you were enjoying your stay at the farm.
But you still weren’t talking.
You interacted with everyone, yeah, but you still never spoke.
Not even when the farm fell.
—————
You and everyone had spent almost a month out in the woods once the farm was gone. You bounced from house to house and never stayed in one spot longer than needed.
One house you stayed at, you found a pair of small batteries. Even wire and tweezers. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to give you hope.
So that night you snuck out to the back yard once you were sure everyone was asleep.
But everyone wasn’t.
Daryl wasn’t.
He’d noticed the moment you disappeared.
He’d gotten up and walked outside, crossbow in hand. Maybe you’d ran away. Or got taken. Maybe you went outside and gotten lost.
But he found you leaning against a tree instead.
“It’s not safe to be out here by yourself.” Daryl stated, even though he knew you wouldn’t respond.
You did however react to feeling his footsteps vibrating the ground. Quickly, you stuffed whatever had been in your hands into your pockets and looked at him with wide eyes.
“Damn, kid, I ain’t gonna bite.” He held up his hands in surrender. “The hell ya doin out here?”
As always, you didn’t say anything. You looked back at the forest floor almost guiltily.
“Somethin’ wrong?” He frowned.
You knew you should tell him. He’d proven himself trustworthy after all. You just... you were scared you were wrong. That he’d be just like every other adult I. Your life.
“What’d ya have in yer hand before?” He tried, gesturing to whatever you’d stuffed in your pocket.
You tore your gaze away from him and reached down to pull out an object wrapped in cloth.
Daryl sat down beside you. “Can I see it?”
You held it a bit closer, brain still thinking in circles.
“I ain’t gonna break it or nothin’ if that’s what yer worried about.” He rolled his eyes.
Finally your mind was made. You set it down in his hands and waiting for his reaction.
Carefully, aware that you were watching his every movement, he unwrapped whatever it was.
He didn’t know what it was at first. It was almost as long as his smallest finger and was colored silver and tan. He realized what it was when he finally turned it over.
“Hearin’ aids?” He asked, turning to you.
You took a deep breath and nodded. “D-deaf.” You spoke, nerves at how he’d react making you stutter.
He jerked back a bit in surprise. “Ya been deaf this entire time?”
Another nervous nod.
“Damn, that’s impressive.” He gave you a sort of half grin. “How’d no one catch on? An’ why didn’t ya tell nobody?”
You reached into your pocket and pulled out a notebook, scribbling on a couple sentences. You showed him once you were done.
‘Lip reading. And I didn’t trust you.’
“But why didn’t ya talk like ya did now?” He frowned. “I wouldn’t ‘a known the difference.”
You wrote down more, hesitantly.
‘I’ve been told I sound stupid when I talk. So I don’t.’
You fiddled with your shoelace as he read.
“Who the hell told ya that?” He practically growled. “And why don’t ya know any ‘a that sign language?”
You took the notebook back and wrote down a few more sentences.
“And why don’t ya use the hearin’ aids?” He added.
You turned the book back to face him, only one word written.
‘Dad’
You felt ashamed to be admitting this. This wasn’t anything he needed to know. He would probably react the same way your dad reacted when he was given the opportunity.
“Hell no yer gonna explain more than that.” Daryl pushed the book back into your arms. “Can’t just half ass an answer.”
You sighed and began again.
‘He thought being deaf was a weakness. No sign language, no hearing aids, and no talking the moment my mom turned. He broke them when I broke the rules.’
You swallowed the emotions rising back up in the back of your throat.
He was a horrible man.
It was sickening, but you were almost glad that he was gone.
Daryl’s expression darkened when he read those words. “Sounds like an ass to me.” He handed the notebook back to you again. “So you tryin’ ya fix ‘em?”
You nodded and pulled out the batteries and wire, shrugging.
Daryl sighed. “Sorry, but that won’t be enough to fix these.” He examined the hearing aids once more. The wires were pulled apart and some of the plastic had snapped.
“... I know.” You managed to speak again, summoning your bravery. “Just wanted to try.”
Daryl’s expression didn’t change when you spoke. Maybe your dad was wrong. Maybe you didn’t sound as stupid as he told you you did.
Daryl handed the hearing aids back to you gently. “M’sorry kid.”
You shrugged again, placing them back in your pocket carefully.
Suddenly, Daryl had an idea. I’d require a run for sure but it’d be worth it. For now, he’d keep quiet about it. He didn’t even know if it’d work. But he might as well try.
——-
For the next few weeks on the road Daryl was on every run. You were curious about why but you dismissed it as him trying to make sure everyone would survive the coming winter.
By now, everyone knew you were deaf. They all reacted as Daryl had and treated you the same as they always did.
It was relieving to be honest. And a bit of a surprise. But the bigger surprise came later when Daryl told you he wanted to show everyone something in the woods.
You’d followed along, assuming he’d found more supplies.
Instead of revealing more supplies, he knelt down so he was at your level.
“I know it’s been hard without yer hearin’...” he started, reaching into his back pocket, “an’ I hope ya don’t mind I did this without askin’...” he pulled out an object wrapped in a familiar cloth.
You realized what was happening the moment you saw it.
“I gave it my best shot.” He pulled away the fabric and revealed the newly repaired hearing aids. “Found a book an’ some supplies on the last run.”
You hadn’t even realized tears were running down your face until they dropped onto your shirt.
Daryl reaches over and placed the hearing aids in your hands. “Give ‘em a try?”
You glanced at the faces of your new group. They must have known. Not a single one of them looked surprised. Just expectant and...happy. Happy for you.
Slowly, you tucked your hair out of your way. You set the small machine in place. You placed your hand over the on button tentatively.
The Hunter you’d grown attached to gave you a nod.
Finally, you pressed the button.
You waited and held your breath.
It was as if everything came crashing in at once.
The wind that rushed through the trees was giving out hollow rattling noises.
The birds above were chirping shrilly, each whistle harmoniously fitting together like a puzzle.
And you... you could hear yourself gasping in surprise as you spun in circles. You could hear the leaves crunching beneath your feet. Did that always happen?
“I’ll take it that it works?” Your thought were interrupted by a raspy southern accent.
You spun around, facing Daryl once more.
He stood back up, tip of his mouth tipped up in a half smile.
You couldn’t speak.
You couldn’t even thank him with your words.
So you thanked him the only way you knew how: with actions.
You wasted no time in running in his direction, more tearing spilling down your face as you wrapped your arms around the surprised man.
He returned the gesture after a moment of hesitation. “Wasn’t no problem.”
You buried you face in his shoulder, overcome with emotion. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you!”
He rubbed your back comfortingly. “Was nothin’.”
You shook you head and hugged him harder. “No, it was everything.”
Summary: You come back from a fight and Rick worries about you
Readers pronouns: they/them *not specified*
Setting: Season 3-4 (this is kinda like a week after Rick brings the Woodbury people to the prison so…whatever reason you think that would be)
Word Count: 714 (a shorty)
Warnings: Profanity, blood, hinting at sex
A/N: No zombie’s are by the gate!
The sun was shining bright into your eyes as you laid on the ground, breathing heavily. “Oh God…okay…breathe.” You closed your eyes taking in air like you hadn’t breathed it for several hours. “Okay,” you grunted while trying to get up. Everything was sore, your arms, your ribs, your legs, just everything. You weren’t too far from the prison, but in the state you were in it would take awhile.
So you travelled about 2 hours back to the prison, with a hand on the side of your waist. You could feel the bruises forming on your torso and just wanted to get all the blood off you with a nice end-of-the-world shower.
Carl was distracted from the gate by reading his comic book. You approached the gate with a greeting. “Heyo Carl. Mind opening this gate for me?” Your breath was jagged, your guess was from the punch and kicks the group sent your way. Carl shot up. “Oh my God, Y/n! DAD!” Carl hurriedly opened the gate and from the corner of your eye, you saw Rick running towards your way. Although you love the guy, he makes a big deal out of things. But you figured you could let this slide since you were covered in blood.
You walked up through the gate and Carl shut it fast. “Are you alright?!” You turned to Carl and gave him a shrug. “Yeah you should see the other guys.” You laughed a little, but stopped as you heard Rick boots on the gravel. “Y/N! Carl, go to the pigs. Now.” Carl did as Rick said, leaving only you and him. “Rick I-”
“Holy shit, Y/n. Are you okay?” You were about to answer until he started examining you. He spun you around checking your backside. “Rick, I’m fine.” He spun you around again so you two were face to face, his hands on your hips. “You’re covered in blood!” You shook your head and placed a hand—the only hand without bruised knuckles—on his shoulder. “It’s not mine.”
A moment passed when Rick finally spoke up. “It should have been me.” You quirked your head to the side. “To…get ganged up on or out on the run?”
“Both.” You couldn’t help but laugh. Your laughing stinged your side so you hissed a bit. “You’re funny, Rick. Very funny.” Rick’s eyes widened at this. “I handled all of it. This isn't my blood.” You pulled away from Rick, flailing your hand up and down your body. “I mean they are dead. I mean gone. Bye bye! The force was not on their side.” You chuckled, but Rick just shook his head. “Okay let me get this straight. You handled them, all this blood isn’t yours, and you are making a Star Wars reference.” You nodded slowly, clicking your tongue. “Yes, yes, and obviously. I can make Star Wars references all day, everyday.” Rick shook his head, looked at the ground and laughed. “Would you believe me if I say I love you?” Rick whispered looking back to your eyes. You hummed before answering. “Not really, but it’s good to hear you still do with other people's blood on me.” You two chuckled. “What happened anyways?”
“Well babe…let’s just say a group of men—with NO weapons may I add—were stupid enough to attack a person who actually had weapons. Then ruined my shirt.” Rick looked at ‘your’ shirt and put his hands on your hips. “Um, ain’t that my shirt?” You looked back down and grinned. “Oh…sorry. Guess I couldn’t see in the dark.” You smirked at him and he squeezed your hand, the bad one. You hissed and stepped back, “Not that one idiot! God that one may have landed into a tree.” Rick put his hands in the air, like he was surrendering. “Shit. Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you. Can we just…take a shower?” Rick smiled at you, one of his dumb smiles. “We?” You smiled at him. “I mean if you want?”
“I don’t know if much showering will be done.” You scoffed and started to walk away. “Oh Rick Grimes…just can’t stay away from me can you?” From a distance you heard a faint, “Nope. Too sweet.” Then you heard boots on gravel running towards you.
Summary: You and Carl have an idea on how to handle a minor situation, but your plans are stopped by overreacting parents.
Readers pronouns: they/them *not specified*
Setting: Season 6 (Alexandria era)
Word Count: 882 (It’s a short one)
Warnings: Profanity, fire, mention of killing
A/N: I feel like I would be best friends with Carl if I was in the apocalypse with him. Doesn’t matter if I was younger or older, he’d be my friend lol.
“Dude, we are brilliant!” Carl shouted at you, shaking you by your arms. “Yeah no shit! Carl & Y/n…the smarty pants who always have to clean up messes.” You stood up from Carl’s couch. “Now come on! We gotta tell our parents!” You grabbed Carl's arm and dragged him out the door.
It took a while for you two to find your parents because no one told you they went out for a run. So as petty as you and Carl were, you sat by the gate until they arrived. Rick and Daryl arrived in a car. You let out a snort which caught Carl’s attention. “My dad. In the car. He was definitely not happy about leavin’ in the car.” You pointed at his grumpy face and Carl followed your direction. He let out a snort. Once the car stopped you two ran up to them, yelling that the both of you had an idea.
“Both of ya shut up!” You and Carl shut right up once Daryl, your dad, had spoken. “One at a time. Too loud.” Rick then added into the conversation. You looked at Carl and he gestured for you to go ahead. “Okay so…hear us out…” Just by saying those words—’hear us out’—Rick and Daryl groaned. “Now wait a minute!” You added quickly once you heard the groans. Carl decided to join in, “We have a plan to get rid of The Commons.” Rick raised his right eyebrow while Daryl just nodded, motioning for either of you to continue. “Our plan is great and well planned out. Our plan involves fire so-”
“Absolutely not.” Rick said immediately. “Yeah, nah. Not happenin’ Y/n.” Your dad shot you a look, making it worse by saying your name rather than saying the nickname he always calls you. “We had others, but this was the best one!” Carl whispered-yelled. “Last time you two had an idea with fire, you almost set the whole forest on fire.” You and Carl rolled your eyes at the forest thing. “We will not go there.” You said, pointing a finger at Rick. “You both literally ran screaming for our help because you two tried to cook a squirrel by yourselves and ended up dropping the matches cause a deer scared you two…” You huffed at Rick, “Why are you always so dramatic? That’s not what happened.” You crossed your arms. “You two couldn’t think of anythin’ else?”Daryl asked to change the subject.
“So many ideas, so little time.” Carl made a very valid point and you nodded your head. “Trust me we thought of many plans, but fire is the best way.” Rick had enough and put his hands on his hips. Daryl, however, just stood there with a straight face like always. “Now what’s this plan?” Rick asked and you and Carl lit up like fireworks. You always delivered the plans since Carl was never good at pitching ideas. “Okay so at night all four of us and other Alexandrians, if wanting to, go to their camp. I’ll sneak in since I know that place—all thanks to that lovely asshole who took me. Once I get in, I pour gasoline all over the place then walk out through each first level door, out to you someone by the doors. THEN once I make it out the final door, we light. That. bitch. UP!” You turned to Carl and gave him a fist bump.
But when you turned to Rick and Daryl…You stopped smiling. “Tha’s just plain stupid, Y/n.” Now you groaned. “But dad! We thought this through! Carl and I found gasoline and matches when we went on a run! We have the supplies. You know I can do this.” Your dad sighed. “I know ya can. I trust ya, but tha’s a stupid plan.” You looked at Rick but he nodded in agreement. “Dad, come on!” Carl began to beg too. “Do you two want to die?” Rick asked the two of you. You looked at Carl and shrugged. “I mean…there’s worse ways to die.” That set your dad and Rick off. “WHAT?” They both shouted. “Okay Y/n said that wrong. What they meant was that they would gladly die protecting Alexandria.” You nodded, agreeing with Carl. “That’s exactly what I meant…stupid me. Duh.” There was awkward silence, almost deafening. The two kids, staring at their fathers. Rick spoke up, “We are not doing that.”
“What Are we supposed to do? Sneak up on them while they are distracted and kill them?” You asked sarcastically, but Rick and Daryl just nodded. You shook your head, not seeing that coming. “Was that really the plan?” You looked at your dad and he nodded. “Yeah. Gotta a problem with that Lil’ Thumper?” You mentally smiled at your dad now calling you by your nickname. “I guess not.” You sighed and grumbled a few swear words.
Carl spoke up, “Okay let’s just forget any of this ever happened. Sounds good?” You four looked at each other and then nodded. “Carl…let’s go. We don’t need our ideas to be unappreciated.” You turned around sharply and started walking away, Carl following close. “Our idea was good. I definitely thought they would’ve taken it into consideration.” You nodded. “Yeah…I’ll annoy my dad about this later.”
Summary: Y/n is falling in love with Rick. Daryl could only think about the old times when you were his. He’s stuck with thinking, what did he do wrong?
Reader’s pronouns: they/them *not specified*
Setting: Season 4
Word Count: 2.9K
Warnings: Profanity, mentions of violence
Song inspiration: Snap Out Of It by Arctic Monkeys
Interpretation of song: One person is watching the other fall in love.
A/N: Two posts in one day? Whattttt?! This song can be interrupted in many ways, for this one shot I used my second out of my 3 interpretations for this.
Daryl could see them from where he was standing, that Y/n had most certainly, moved on. You were helping the pigs with Rick and Carl. But Daryl could see the way you’d sneak in kisses for Rick. The way Rick would smile or even sneak in kisses too. Daryl hated this. He was glad you were happy, but he wanted to be the one who you’d sneak in kisses for again. Carl would laugh at you two when he caught you, but he didn’t care. Carl was glad to see his father happy again. You looked up and caught Daryl staring. You waved at him and gave him that smile he thought could blind people. He waved back, but not without grumbling a few words about how he missed you.
“Ay Y/n!” Daryl yelled across the farm. You whipped around fast, like the speed of light. “Hang on Glenn, I’ll be back in a minute.” Glenn excused you with a nod. You walked towards Daryl. “What’s up Hillbilly Willy?” He just rolled his eyes at that. He secretly liked when you would call him silly and cute names, and you knew that. “I’m goin’ out lookin’ for Sophia.” You nodded at him with a smile. “Okay. Be safe please.” Daryl only thought, how could they still be so caring? Before he could think more, you snuck in a kiss on his jaw. “And that’s for luck.” You left him there standing, looking at the very interesting ground with a smile and a blush on his cheeks.
You, Daryl, Rick, and Carol went out on a run. Trying to look for food for the whole group, now that the farm was overrunned by the dead you needed lots of food. You all went separate ways in the small grocery store. You, however, were fast at runs and finished your aisles (all thanks to going on runs with Glenn in Atlanta). You snuck your way over to Daryl’s aisles. You then saw him take cans and other amenities in his bag. You walked towards him and whispered, “Hey.” He looked at you with confusion. “Yer supposed ta be lookin’.” He just saw you smile and shrug your shoulders. “Mission accomplished. Waiting to head back to base.” He smiled at your weird way of talking. You then snuck in a kiss, but this time on his lips.
Summary: When Y/n starts to get close to Spencer, Daryl tries to save her from the damage Spencer could do.
Reader’s Pronouns: She/her
Setting: Season 6
Word Count: 3K
Warnings: Profanity, gaslighting, angst
Song inspiration: Snap Out Of It by Arctic Monkeys
Interpretation of song: One person is watching the other fall into a toxic relationship.
A/N: This song can be interrupted in many ways, for this one shot I used my last one out of my 3 interpretations for this. I tried something different with this one!
Daryl’s POV:
I couldn’t believe my own eyes. Spencer Monroe flirting with Y/n. How could she even stand him? Not too long ago she came to me and complained about him, I obviously listened and complained too. Now she’s flirting with him? I couldn’t understand. There she was, leaning on a tree while Spencer had one arm beside her head. And here I was, sitting on the porch, sharpening my arrows.
“Daryl?’ I whipped my head to see Carol. “What do ya want?” I mumbled. I didn’t mean to sound rude but after what I witnessed, I couldn't help but be mad. “You saw them didn’t you? Y/n and Spencer?” I looked at Carol with my regular straight face. “Yeah...why?” Carol rolled her eyes at me. “I know you care about her. I talked to some of the ladies around here and Spencer isn’t the best with girlfriends.” I squinted my eyes in confusion and I titled my head. I started to become mad at this for some reason. Something didn’t feel right.. “What do ya mean ‘isn’t the best’?” Carol just stayed silent and it then clicked to me what she meant. “I don’t normally encourage you to intervene with stuff, but please do it with this. I—and I know you as well—care about her. She easily falls for traps and I feel like Spencer is just setting one up.” My blood was boiling at this point. “I’ll handle it.” I mumbled as I looked towards Y/n again. They were still flirting. Then Spencer leaned in for a kiss and you awkwardly reciprocated the kiss. After pulling away Spencer looked at me and smirked. I scoffed and looked towards Carol who had an unreadable face on. “Daryl, she has liked you for a long time but didn’t think you felt the same. That’s why she’s kissing him or even thinking about doing things with him. Now please go save her ass.” Carol patted my shoulder and went back inside the house. I will save her...I NEED to.
Summary: After a night out, looking at the holiday lights, Daryl and Y/n finally confess their feelings. Daryl got attention, something he thought would never happen
Readers pronouns: She/her
Setting: Pre-apocalypse
Word Count: 3K (I got carried away)
Warnings: Profanity, mention of abuse
A/N: I just came back from looking at Christmas lights. I don’t celebrate Christmas but I feel like Daryl would if he could. This is based on Daryl being an artist and photographer headcanon! Also just please pretend phones in the 90’s were like flip phones. Part 2 of Snap Out Of It will come out soon:)
Daryl never really got anything from anyone. No holiday gifts, no birthday gifts, no surprises, nothing. The only thing he has that he considers a gift is Y/n. She was always there for him, even when he showed her the bruises and scars he would receive after a beating. She wasn’t scared of him when she first moved into town years ago. She moved into town when they were both in grade 5. People warned her about the Dixon family and to not interact with the Dixon in her grade, but she didn’t listen. She thought that the shy Dixon was cute and not like the way people described him at all. And he wasn’t.
Y/n never got anything either. She was an only child. Her parents ignored her in every way. She tried to earn their love, but never won. Tried to get their attention even by getting her belly pierced, that never worked either (she later regretted that decision). She never received any gifts from her family. When she moved into the new town she became best friends with the younger and shy Dixon. She was amazing at calming Daryl down and even helping him with school when he needed it or wanted it. The whole school never paid attention to them, finding out Y/n befriended a Dixon immediately made her an outcast. She never cared about it because she thought Daryl was awesome.
They were now in their senior year of high school. Years later they were still friends, or so they considered themselves as that. They were both blind to the fact they had obvious feelings towards each other that kept growing throughout the years.
Summary: You start to fall in love with an archer but try to tell yourself not to
Word Count: 3.2K (I got carried away)
Warnings: Profanity and minor stab mention
Song inspiration: Snap Out Of It by Arctic Monkeys
A/N: This song can be interrupted in many ways, but for this one shot I used one of my 3 interpretations for this. Where the person is telling themselves to snap out of it.
(Not my GIF)
You woke up before the sun could even come up. You couldn’t sleep at all because of him. He was in your mind, rent free, all the time. You have to shake off these thoughts by doing things constantly. You’ve been doing runs with Glenn (even by yourself if Rick isn’t looking), impaling walkers at the gate, helping Rick with the pigs, taking as many watch shifts as possible, and hell even hunting and skinning animals. Rick noticed, as he always does. After Lori passed and Rick’s episode you, Carl, and Judith were the only family left. Rick was protective over you growing up, but now he has become even more. He hated to watch you work yourself all day, even before he woke up he would see you doing work. He sees you quickly eat oatmeal and head out to do whatever chores you were doing that day.
You walked back up to the gate with two baskets of mushrooms and walked in once Rick opened it. “You went out for mushrooms?” He asked while taking one out of your grasp. “Yeah. Might as well. Kids need their vegetables right?” You glanced at him, smirking. He chuckled a little. “Y/n, are you okay? Actually okay? I see you working all day and I’m getting worried.” You looked at him, but he was already looking at you. You stopped walking and took a deep breath in, Rick stopped in front of you. “Yeah Rick...I’m good. You know me. If I don’t get stuff done, I feel useless.” You looked at the basket and back to him. “I know that. Ain’t mean I’m still worried. I also think I got a feeling of what else is going on.” You giggled under your breath. “Thinking isn’t really your thing is it? Plus nothin is goin’ on, Rick.” He nodded at you. “Alright then. I’m here if you need to talk.” You nodded your head and started walking again, Rick following beside you. “You got watch tonight?” “Yep. And you can’t stop me.” Your brother just rolled his eyes and nudged your shoulder.
