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Hey! I was the anon who requested #13. I figured you'd do darylxdaughter since that's also how I found you and I love how you write them! Thank you!

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But imagine Daryl comforting you after you freak out because you just barely escaped a bunch of walkers and you're having a panic attack and you can't breathe and the world is just too much in the moment and you can't take all the noise and you just need someone to hold you so he pulls you into his lap and covers your ears and tells you that you're ok.

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siblings will mess with you just because, like telling you that the paper in Hershey's Kisses is edible.

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Till the End - Ch. 3 - Pt. 1

Chapter 3

Shes Only Six

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Crimson wakes up and looks around her cell once again. She realizes she has a pillow and some blankets on her bed that weren't there before. She looks around and misses her bright colorful walls and all of the toys sitting back at her house. She slides off of the bed and immediately stands up on her toes. Her bare feet froze at the touch of the cement floor. She quickly slides on her shoes and relaxes her feet. Crim walks out of her cell and looks between the railings on the balcony.

She sees Lori and another young girl helping an old man with crutches. The lower half of his leg seems to be missing. A young boy soon follows after, and she decides to follow them. She waits till they're through the prison door before running down the steps and following them.

She watches as the two girls speak words of encouragement to the man, and help him as he stumbles up the stairs. They get him out the door to outside and she quickly follows up the steps after them. She pulls open the heavy door and Lori turns around, hearing the door open again. Lori gives the girl a smile before quickly turning her attention back to the older man. She looks over to the boy and sees him staring at her. Not in a rude way, but not inviting her with open arms either.

Once Crimson makes it out of the gate she paces herself behind them as the older man, who she discovers name is Hershel after one of the men yells at him, gets used to walking on crutches. She looks past the man who yelled at Hershel and sees Daryl standing there with his crossbow. She raises her hand slightly and waves at him but gets no response.

“That girl you found seems to like you.” Rick comments at Daryl, not severing his gaze on his wife.

“‘Er names’ Crimson. Crimson Mills I think. She thinks her parents are coming back to get ‘er. She thinks they’re still alive.” Daryl pauses and watches the girl for a moment. “She hasn’t seen ‘em since they wen’ out scavenging days ago.”

“That’s too bad. You’re gonna have to take care of her, make sure she’s alright.” Rick turns for a moment to look at Daryl with a smirk. Rick knows that Daryl isn’t gonna be the best at it, but the kid seems to like him.

Suddenly Rick turns back around on his feet as he hears his son scream walkers, and shortly after hears a scream from Crimson. Rick, Daryl, and Glenn take off down the path in the direction of their family.

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Part 2

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Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Words: 3002

Warnings/Notes: Swearing, I know this is really out of the ordinary for my SW and TWD fans but humor me please I'm expanding lol.

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Alright so I grew up on quads and in sand rales, if you don’t know what those are look ‘em up they’re freaking awesome. Anyways dirtbike dudes are usually hot as hell, so of course my brain decided to mix two of my obsessions and so I give you, Katsuki Bakugo riding (not like that you freaks) a dirtbike. I may make more for others. Also for the sake of this pretend they’re allowed to drive and stuff.

“And now for y/n’s room!” Mina exclaimed. Everyone was going around looking at each other's rooms, and yours was the last on the list, being that you were on the top floor at the end of the hallway.

“Oh, right,” you held an awkward smile on your face as you opened the door for everyone. You left the bed in the right corner, although you changed the bedding to something more to your liking. You changed the desk on the left wall to something a bit bigger, already lined with stationary stuff. Posters from your favorite shows and movies lined the left wall, but the shelves on the right are what caught Bakugo’s attention. The shelves were lined with different things there for show, but what caught his attention was the helmet. Sitting off to the side on the last shelf was a riding helmet. It was detailed with your favorite color and the goggles that sat around it were black-rimmed with a sun protection lens to match the colors on your helmet. After everyone was done looking over your room you all went back downstairs to vote. After which everyone said their goodbyes and went off to bed. You were one of the last ones to leave, not wanting anyone to feel left behind. When you finally made your way up to your room you saw someone standing outside your door. As you got closer you recognized the hair.

“Bakugo? What are you doing here?” You asked.

“You ride?” He was quick to the point. He’d always been like that, obvious as to why he was there, and once he was done with whatever he needed that was the end of it. It’s one of the things you grew to appreciate about him. There was no bullshit. 

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Did you see my helmet? I mostly ride my quad or drive my parent’s sand rale,” You explained. He didn’t say anything at first, just kept leaning against the wall.

“You busy this weekend?” He finally asked, his eyes looking up to meet yours. 

“No, just homework,” You crossed your arms and leaned your shoulder against the wall. 

“Wanna go up to the sand dunes near here?” he asked in such a casual way, that you almost didn’t realize this was so out of the ordinary for him. “My bike is in a storage locker not too far from here on the way, if you don’t mind putting it in the bed of your truck.”

“Yeah! I mean,” you stopped and laughed at yourself a little, “not many people I know ride. My family has a cabin up there that we can stay at. There's plenty of beds and it’s got a huge barn, there's plenty of space for your bike, we leave all our stuff up there.”

Your body was practically shaking from the excitement. Bakugo nodded and pushed himself up from the wall.

“Better be fast,” is all he said as he walked down the hallway to the elevator. You sent the rest of the night all pumped up for the weekend. Something about Bakugo asking you to go riding with him was so special to you. You’d always noticed how he treated you a little differently. He didn't yell so much at or around you. He’d always do little things he didn’t even seem to realize he was doing, like keeping the door open a second longer for you or throwing a water bottle at you at the end of practice. Things that made it seem like he was picking on you. At first, you tried to push it off as him doing just that, but over time it just made you like him more and more. And now you were going to do one of your favorite things with him, and he's the one who asked you.

By the time the weekend came around, you had both agreed to leave early Saturday morning and come back Sunday night, giving you two full days of riding. You went through the week stealing glances at Bakugo every chance you got, and you started to realize you were falling for him more and more. 

You got up early Saturday morning like planned. You threw on some leggings and a cropped T-shirt, packing your bag with all your clothes for the weekend, all your gear and everything else you would need was already up there. You were zipping up your bag when you heard a knock on your door.

“Come on in,” you call out. Bakugo opens the door, walking in a couple of steps. He’s wearing grey sweats and his black skull t-shirt, a duffle bag hanging from his shoulder.

“You ready?” His morning voice caught you off guard. It was deeper than normal, and fucking attractive if you were being honest. You nod in response, grabbing your duffle bag off your bed. The helmet inside hits your thigh and you let out a little yelp, laughing at yourself quickly after. You glance at Bakugo and swear you see the hint of a smirk on his face. 

“Let’s go idiot,” Bakugo leaves the room, you following quickly after and shutting your door.

The ride up to your cabin was about an hour, plus half an hour to pick up Bakugo’s bike. When you finally made it up it was still pretty early in the morning. You decided to eat some breakfast and then head to the dunes. Your cabin was close enough that all you had to do was ride the bikes down the road and you’d be at the entrance. While Bakugo unleaded his bike, you made waffles in the kitchen.

“Bakugo! Waffles are done,” You called through the screen door. A minute later he came jogging in from the barn. His shirt was off and his abs were on full display. You turned away blushing, bringing the two plates of waffles to the round breakfast table. You already had the syrup and silverware out and waiting. You sat down at the table at the same time, eating in silence. 

“Thanks for the breakfast, you gonna be ready after this?” Bakugo asks, putting his plate in the sink. 

“Yeah, just gotta put on my gear and get my quad out,” Your reply. Once again he simply nods and retreats to one of the rooms to change. You had changed into your usual riding outfit when you got there. A pair of athletic shorts with a zipper pocket, a t-shirt, and some sandals. You head out to the barn and open the big door. Inside are a couple sand rales, a side by side, a couple quads and a couple bikes. It was mostly your family who used the cabin, but your uncle and his family came up here sometimes too, hence all the stuff. Your quad was right in front, making it easy to pull out onto the cement patch next to where Bakugo’s bike was sitting. Your riding bag was against the wall on one of the shelves so you went back inside to grab it before shutting the barn door again. You quickly slide on your riding pants and are clicking on the last boot when you hear Bakugo’s boots click across the pavement. You stand up to face him, your face immediately getting flushed. He’s standing there with only his riding pants and boots on, running his gloved hand through his hair.

“Forgot your helmet inside,” He extends his arm towards you, holding your helmet in his hand.

“Right, thank you,” you take it from him and watch as his hand comes to rest on his hip. He responds with a hum as he grabs his chest protector off his bike. Good to know he’s at least wearing some protection. You take the time to check over your bike, turning on the gas and making sure there aren't any leaks or anything. By the time you’re done, you're both putting on your helmets and ready to go. You rest your foot on the peg, swinging your other leg over so you're sitting on the quad. You look over at him and can’t help but think about how hot he looks sitting on the bike, his one foot on the peg while his other supports him. You stand on your bike and jump down on the kickstart. Shit, I forgot the choke. You immediately think when the bike doesn’t start. You once again laugh at yourself a little and reach down to pull the choke, and you swear you heard him laugh. You jump down on the kickstart again, giving it a little gas and it starts right up. You look over to see him watching you, though he quickly looks away when you turn in his direction. He kicks down on his bike and it starts right up, so. fucking. hot. He motions for you to lead the way and you take off, him following not far behind. 

After the time it took for you two to get stickers and a couple of hours of riding, you two were both ready for a break and some food. You motion to him that you’re heading down to the parking lot and he nods in agreement. You take off from your stopped position near one of the posts, expecting to ride the exit strip like a normal person, but Bakugo has other ideas. He suddenly rips past you, spraying sand all over your and your quad. Oh, it’s fucking on. You take off towards him, matching his speed and riding alongside him. You watch his muscles flex every time he pulls in the clutch to shift. The smooth control over the bike and his sweat making him glisten under the sun are so damn attractive. You two ride side by side down the strip, and when you get to the end he lets off, letting you go in front. You laugh and glance back at him, only to get his middle finger shoved in your face. Oh shut up Bakugo, you're just mad that you’re being nice. 

When you reach the food trucks in the parking lot, you park your bikes in one of the parking spots. You unbuckle your helmet and turn to face him, a smile reaching your face. As he takes off his helmet, you see his hair, now shaggy from the helmet, fall around his face. He looks so, content. Like he’s truly happy and enjoying himself, plus he looks really fucking pretty so that’s a plus. 

“So I won the race, right?” You tease him as you both hop off your bikes. 

“Ha! As if. I let you go in front of me,” He tries to keep a straight face as he says it, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Hey now, I think I won fair and square,” In your head, you knew that wasn’t true. You saw him let off the throttle and down-shift. Maybe he wanted to be nice, maybe he likes me more than he’ll say… Yeah right, he probably did it so he could torment you about it later. 

“Hmph, guess we’ll have to rematch when we get up there,” Bakugo says it so easily, like you two do this normally, “What do you want from the truck?”

“Uh, I think I’m going to get my usual,” You look around at all the people eating, some sitting at tables, some leaning against their rides. 

“Alright,” Bakugo leads you two up to the truck and you both put in your orders. You reach into your zipper pocket to grab your money, when Bakugo hands the person some cash.

“Bakugo, I have money I can pay,” you look to his face and see that he’s already looking at you.

“I got it,” He responds simply, taking the change from the lady. He puts it in his pocket and moves his hand to the small of your back, your face immediately getting flushed. Hopefully, it just looks like sunburn. He keeps his hand there as he directs you to the other end of the food truck, where you wait for your orders. Does he even recognize that he’s doing it?! Does he know what it makes me feel? When your orders come out he steps in front of you and grabs both orders. You follow him back to your bikes, where he sets your food on the end of your quad.

“Eat it all, you’re going to need the energy,” Bakugo leans against his bike, taking a big bite of his food. God, it sounds like he’s taking care of me. Can’t he tell that I want this to be our normal? Can’t he tell I have a damn crush on him? You eat in silence again, both downing your food in hopes of getting back to riding sooner. When you both finish he takes your trash and jogs to the trash to throw it away. 

“Such a gentleman,” you tease.

“Shut up idiot,” He bites back, though his tone sounds more teasing than actually mad.

You take off again and spend the rest of the day riding to your heart’s content. As the afternoon passes, you realize you're watching him more and more. Cheering him on when he races people on the drag strip, and cheering even more when he wins. Watching as he jumps hills and does tricks in the air. You both decide to end the day racing through the wooded part of the dunes. Swerving in between trees and crossing each other's paths. Eventually, it starts to get darker and you decide to turn in for the night. You leak Bakugo back down the exit and along the road to your cabin. You stop your bike outside the barn on the pavement and get off to open the garage door. You show him where he can park his bike and you push yours in backward after him.

“Oh, somebody's fancy,” Bakugo shoots at you.

“Well maybe this somebody wants to be able to start it up and go,” you shoot back.

“Whatever idiot, let's just get inside before the bugs get out,” He blows off your comeback and starts walking towards the cabin. You roll your eyes and shut the garage door, following shortly after him. While you go to your room and change into pajamas, he makes each of you a sandwich and sets them on the makeshift coffee table in the living room, which is just a couch, some boards to make a table, and a TV that you can only play DVD’s on. The cabin has an open floor plan, which means everything besides the bathroom and three bedrooms is one big room. You walk out to see him sitting on the side of the couch, one of his arms on the armrest and the other extended over the back of the couch.

“What movie do you want to watch?” He leans his head back over the couch and looks at you.

“Whatever you want, I’ve seen ‘em all,” You round the couch and realize he’s in only his riding pants. Damn, I knew dudes who ride are hot but, they get significantly better looking when you already like them. You wait as he puts the movie he picked in before sitting back down. He leans to the table and hands you your already-made sandwich. 

“Thanks,” you take the paper plate from him and eat the sandwich pretty quickly. As the movie goes on, the plates end up stacked on the table, and you're slightly closer than you were before. You can feel your eyes starting to droop and shortly after you fall asleep, unaware of how you’ve fallen into Bakugo’s side… and how his arm has worked its way from the back of the couch to resting around you. Eventually, the movie ends and you’re still out.

“Damn idiot, falling asleep during the movie,” Bakugo mumbles and he carefully stands and picks you up, holding you in his arms. He carries your sleeping body to your room, nudging your door open with his foot. He carefully lays you on your bed and pulls one of the blankets from the end over your body. 

“Damn, you don’t even know how good you look right now,” He whispers to you like you’re going to hear him, “Goodnight idiot.”

Bakugo takes your hand and kisses the top of it, ready to retreat to bed himself when you slip into consciousness. 

“Stay,” your request takes him by surprise.

“Are you awake?” He mumbles to himself again. Your eyes are still closed and the only sign you showed of being awake was that one word.

“Please, Katsuki,” your words come out in what feels like slow motion. Bakugo doesn’t know what to do. Your hand is still holding his and you asking him to stay is something he’d been longing for for a long time.

“Yeah, I’ll stay,” Before he even knows what he’s saying he lets go of your hand and runs to his room as quietly as he can, changing quickly into his pajama shorts and running back to your room. There you are, laying peacefully in your bed, your stomach slowly rising and falling. He could leave. He could go back to his room and go to sleep and pretend it never happened, but part of him wants to fulfill your every wish and desire. He cautiously walks to the bed and climbs in from the other side. He’s careful not to touch you right away, in case you really were talking in your sleep and didn’t want him there. He laid stiff as a board for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should stay, when you rolled over and laid your head on his shoulder, your arm reaching across his chest and your leg intertwining with his. He moves his arms to hold you, making you snuggle in closer. His greatest wish was coming true, and you simply thought you were dreaming.

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The Meeting

Daryl’s Daughter

Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader

Words: 1486

Warnings/Notes: None but what happens in the show

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You sit in the closet's darkness, afraid to move even an inch. You can hear them outside, moving and groaning. You hear the wind as it blows through the house's open windows. Your parents were nowhere to be found. They put you in the closet in a hurry. It scared you when it all started, they jumped up in a rush after watching the TV one day. They grabbed you and a pillow and blanket off the couch and ran straight towards the closet under the stairs. They practically threw you in there with the pillow and blanket. They told you not to make a sound or move an inch till they got back, before shutting the door. You could hear them talking, something about a disease, and leaving for supplies. You sat and listened as their footsteps went all over the house, upstairs and downstairs. Up and down the halls and in all the rooms. Eventually, they came down the stairs with something heavy, you could hear it thudding. After a minute of them talking about things you couldn't hear, they open the door and tell you to come out. You don't remember the conversation much. Something about getting supplies and then coming back. You begged them to take you with them but they just kept saying no. They then gave you your backpack filled with whatever they were running around the house for. The thing is, they left with suitcases and bags and never came back. It's been weeks, and you are still too scared to leave the closet. You’ve gone through what they gave you a million times. 2 shirts, 1 pair of pants, 1 pair of shorts, 5 pairs of underwear, 5 pairs of socks, 2 books, 1 notebook, 2 pens, a pair of scissors, and all of your mom's colorful string. They also gave you a pillow, blanket, your favorite stuffed animal, a sweatshirt, a pair of shoes, and a ton of food and multiple waters in another bag. Your mom had taught you how to make bracelets with the string so for the past couple of weeks you've kept yourself busy coloring, reading, and making bracelets.

You awake from your sleep to hear a loud bang. You shoot up, holding your stuffie close.

“Hello?” you hear a deep voice shout out. You don't say anything or even breathe too loud.

“Anybody home?” the voice calls out again. Your heart feels like it's going to pound out of your chest as you listen to the footsteps run all around your house. They get right outside the door and stop in front. Time seems to slow down as they reach for the handle and turn. The door swings open all of a sudden and you look up to see a man looking down at you with a crossbow pointed straight at your head.

The man suddenly lowers his weapon and kneels down in front of you.

“Hey kid, I’m not going to hurt you.” He hangs his bow over his shoulder and reaches his arm out to you. “My name is Daryl, Daryl Dixon, what's yours?”

“y-y/n y/l/n” you stutter out.

“That's a nice name y/n, do you wanna come with me and we can take care of you.”

“My parents said to wait here.” you tell the man you know as Daryl.

“I hate to break it to you kid, but they aren't returning. If you want to survive you have to come with me.”

“Can I bring my stuff and wait for them with you, I’ll leave a note so they can find me.”

“Sure kid, just try and hurry.” he stands back up and turns to look around the house, we gotta go so pack your shit quick.”

“Hey! My mommy said that a naughty word.”

“Whatever kid, just hurry up and pack.” Daryl turns and points at you before turning back around and walking around your house collecting random things. You quickly pack up your things and write a note to your parents. You leave it in the closet and shut the door. 

“I'm ready,” you say as Daryl comes walking down the stairs.

“Alright, let's go.” he glances at you before nodding towards the door and walking towards it. You quietly follow after him. He opens the door and checks around before leaving. You continue to quietly walk after him.

After a while, he stops and kneels in front of you.

“Alright kid, I need to check this last store before we head out. There's gonna be walkers so I need you to wait out here got it? If one comes at you scream for me and run inside the store ok?”

“Ok.” you nod your head before sitting against the wall where he showed you to sit.

“I shouldn't be long,” he says before checking through a store window and going inside.

You wait outside for a little while before you start to get bored. To take up some time you decide to look around. You didn’t plan on going far, just to look at the street. You end up wandering further than you thought and can't seem to find your way back.

“Daryl?” you call out. You hold your stuffie close and turn yourself in circles. All of a sudden you see someone rounding the corner. But it's not someone, it's one of the other things. You still don't know what to call them, you just know that they're bad. You scream for Daryl again but there's still no reply.

“Daryl, help please!” you decide to run so you start running. You don't know where to you just let your legs carry you. 

“Daryl, please help!” you trip over a rock while looking pack and the walker is almost on top of you. That's what Daryl called them right? Walkers? You start sliding backwards but you bump into a car. 

“No! Daryl Please!” you scream one last time before closing your eyes and covering your face. And just like that it was quiet. The moaning and scraping of the walker's feet was gone. You slowly open your eyes and peek through your arms. There you see Daryl with a knife in his hand. 

“C’mon kid, I told you to stay there,” he says, a little louder than he meant. The girl looked frightened already and yelling probably just made it worse.

“Look kid, I’m sorry, but we have to get back, it's going to get dark soon,” he says, kneeling down. “C’mon” he reaches for you and before you know it he’s carrying you down the street. Before you know it you passed out on his shoulder. 

Daryl continues to carry you down the streets till he gets to his motorcycle. You wake up when he bounces you a little and stay awake enough to sit up on the seat while he puts his findings into the side bags. When he's done he sits down behind you and makes sure you're sitting right.

“Alright kid hold on.” he starts up the motorcycle and the sound wakes you right up. You hold onto the middle of the handlebars right where he showed you and he takes off. You enjoy the ride down empty streets and through the forest. After a short ride, you arrive at what looks like a camp. You see many people coming out of the tents and the woods to look at you guys coming in. Daryl parks the motorcycle and picks you back up. You get shy with all the people around you and snuggle your head into the crook of his neck. You can feel people looking at and talking amongst each other.

“What are we gonna do with her?” you hear one man say.

“How is she still even alive by herself?” you hear another say.

“We can talk about this in a minute, right now I’m going to get her some food and water and let her sleep in my tent. She's had it rough today.” Daryl only stands there for a second more before walking away. You peek back at everyone and see men and women, and even a couple of children. You quickly look away and turn to face in front of you. Daryl opens a tent and brings you inside.

“Here, eat this.” he sits in front of the cot he set you down on and opens a can.

“It’s fruit, kids like that, right?” you nod and take the can from him and look inside. From what you remember it looks to be pears. You quickly scarf them down and take a couple of sips of water from the water bottle he hands you.

“Thank you,” you say after swallowing a swig of water.

“No problem kid, get some rest.” he pats your head before opening the tend and closing it behind him. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep.

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Meet Crimson Rue Mills

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This is Crimson, also known as Crim. She was only 5 when the world ended. Yet in a way, it was when hers began.

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Learning Moments

Daryl’s Daughter Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader 1263 Warnings/Notes: None

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“Eat up.” Daryl says as he throws a plate of food in front of you. “I don’t like broccoli.” You cross your arms and whine. “I don’t care, you have to eat.” Daryl stands above you with his hands on his hips. “The other kids are eating just fine.” He waves his hand in their direction where they’re eating with their families. “I will eat I just don’t like broccoli.” you look up at him with a pouty face and your arms crossed. “I don’t want it.” “Fine, don’t fuckin’ eat.” Daryl throws his arms up and walks away towards the tent you two have been sharing. You watch him until he zips the door shut and you see his shadow lying down on the bed. You look back down at your food and stare for a minute before picking up your spoon and eating the funny-looking soup Daryl had heated up for you just a little earlier. You take a spoonful and chew. It was the perfect temperature. Not too hot, not too cold. The perfect temperature and it didn’t taste too bad. You continue to eat and realize that he always makes things a good temperature and gives you the better of the things he found or hunted for that day. After a little while you finish the soup and look over at Carl sitting with his mom and dad, and the other kids sitting with their families. You watch as the other kids eat the food without complaining and they finish and go play after. Lori waves at you and you smile and wave back before quickly looking back down at your food. You pick up one of the pieces of broccoli and realize that he heated it up for you. You chew and swallow, chew and swallow. It's still nasty, and you still hate it, but you know you're not supposed to waste food.

“I ate all my food.” You say as you unzip and walk into your and Daryl’s shared tent. You get no response so you just put your plate and silverware next to the others to be cleaned tomorrow. You climb into the cot and pull your blankets up around you, hugging your stuffed animal close. “Goodnight Daryl.” you say before drifting off to sleep.

You wake up the next morning and turn over to look at Daryl’s cot. As always, he’s not there. Probably out hunting or something like that. You get up and change into your clothes for the day. You exit the tent to find Carol waiting by a tree nearby. “Hi, Carol.” You wave and give her a small smile. “Hi sweetheart, would you like to come to wash the clothes with me and the girls?” She asks me, getting up from her spot under the tree. “Sure, let me grab Daryl and I’s clothes real quick.” You say before running back into the tent to gather everything.

“Alright, let's go.” you come out a couple of minutes later with a rather large bucket full of a mix of your and Daryl’s clothes. “Alright, c’mon.” she nods her head in the direction of the rest of the camp and starts walking. “Wait, do you know where Daryl is, I should probably tell him where I’m going.” You ask while catching up with her. “I don’t know, but I’m sure it will be fine. I bet we’ll be done before he even gets back and then you can surprise him with your hard work.” She smiles down at you. “Alright.” you walk with Carol to the quarry where some of the women are already at work cleaning things.

“Carol, will you teach me how to clean this stuff, I don’t really know how?” “Of course, just do what I do.” “Ok”

You spend a good portion of the day cleaning with everyone. You realize that it’s a break from all of your normal activities, which at this point are boring and repetitive. You’ve finished cleaning all the clothes and ran back up to get the dishes. You're halfway through the dishes when you hear familiar shouting. “Y/N! What the fuck!?” you shoot up and spin to face the shouting. You see Daryl coming down the hill and he looks pissed. You stand there in shock, unsure of whether to move or not. The other women have gotten up at this point and are gathering around to see what's going on. “What the fuck are you thinking!?” He screams again and is still coming towards you at a quick speed. “Hey! What are you screaming for?” Lori steps up and runs up towards him, meeting him halfway. “Get outta my way Lori, this is between me and the kid.” “No, you have no right to scream at her.” Lori has her hands on her hips and she looks pissed too. “Lori, this is between me and my kid, if she keeps fucking disappearing we're gonna have a problem.” He points at you over her shoulder. “Now let me talk to my kid.” “Ok, so that's what this is about.” She lets out a sigh. “Daryl, I would be pissed if Carl just walked off too, but screaming at her like that is only gonna scare her.” Daryl takes a second to process what Lori has just said before you see his body relax. “Sorry, she just worries me sometimes.” “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” Lori gives him a look before stepping out of the way so he can get to you. “Listen, kid, I’m sorry for yelling, can we talk for a minute?” He kneels down on one knee so he's face to face with you. You just nod in agreement and follow him as he starts to walk back up the hill.

You make it back to his tent before either of you say a word. You sit on your cot and wait for him to say something. After a while of watching him sit on his cot and stare at the ground, he finally says something. “First off, I’m sorry for yelling.” he pauses and glances up at you. “And second, I didn't mean to scare you, I just got worried when you weren't where you were when I left this morning and you weren't doing activities with the other kids.” He finally looks back at me and holds eye contact. “I'm sorry too. I knew I should have asked I just didn’t know where you were and Carol said you were ok with it.” “Ok kid, just next time come find me or leave a note, ok?” “Ok.” you say back, agreeing with him. He holds his hand out towards you and you stare at him blankly, not knowing what he’s doing. “It’s called a handshake, kid.” he reaches out slightly farther and nods at you to do the same. You extend your arm to meet his and he gently grabs your hand and shakes it up and down before letting go. “I washed all of our clothes by the way, Carol and the others taught me how. I thought it might be of some help.” “Thanks, kid, you would have never caught me doin’ that.” he smiles at you and moves over to sit next to you on your cot. You suddenly lean over to hug him and he puts his hand on your head. “If anyone catches you huggin’ me your dead by the end of the week.” you can practically hear the smirk on his face. “Got it.” and now your smirking too.

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Stars in the Night (Lilith's Backstory)

Born to the Night

Chapter 1

When Lilith was born, her parents didn't want her. They never had. She was an accident and they were going to get rid of her the moment they had the chance. Maybe even leave the hospital without her. But then of course her mother had the great idea of keeping her and using her to get chores done. When she was too young to do much they didn't do much but keep her alive. She had a pet bed on the floor of the living room, which was comfortable enough for her. She had to learn to feed herself very quickly, once her mom stopped breastfeeding her she stopped feeding her at all. By the time she was five years old she was accustomed to the way things were at her house. She would wake up by something being thrown at her or some yelling and then she would do whatever her parents, if you could call them that, would ask of her. Being able to use the air to reach things she couldn't or lift heavier things was helpful too. Of course she had the force but she didn't know that at the time. She didn't know it was anything special.

By the time she was 10 she was used to it, it was routine. She woke up before her parents, hours before, and would practice reading and writing and study all of the old books and such that her parents had. Then her parents would wake and she would start her chores and tasks and whatever they asked her to do, while they just sat on the couch and watched the holonet every day. One day her father got up and told her to follow him, so she did. He led her all the way into town and then into the space port. She watched as he met up with some of what she heard other people calling pirates. The pirate handed her dad a bunch of money and in return her dad pushed on her back, forcing her to take a couple steps towards the man. One of the others standing beside him grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the ship. Of course Lilith tried to fight back, tried to fight back, but it was no use. She was dragged to a cell in the ship yelling and crying.

She slept, ate, and lived in that cell for 3 days before she felt the ship landing. One of the pirates came in and grabbed her, dragging her outside onto a dusty brown planet. She was dragged into a building and thrown into another cell. She spent another 5 days in the cell. She heard whispers outside of it about the force and jedi and all these other things she didn't understand. Eventually another pirate came and opened the cell once again. This time he put an electric collar on her and let her walk by herself. She followed him to a room with a bunch of machines and a very uncomfortable bed in the middle. Another man was waiting in the room, but he didn tlook like the others she had seen. He looked like her. The pirate stood against the wall and watched as the man in the room directed Lilith to lay on the table. He then asked her to be calm as he put a syringe with a needle into her skin. She hated the pinching but sat through it the best she could. She felt funny for a moment and then fell quickly asleep.

Pt. 2

Prompt List

13 - "You fucked up, and now you have to fix it. I'm not just going to pretend you didn't hurt me."

Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader

Words: 1789

Warnings/Notes: same as show

Not my image

Daryl found you when you were little. Back when they first found the prison. He raised you like you were his own. You argued a lot, most of it is harmless. It wasn’t even arguing, just bickering. That’s just the way you two got along. You both loved each other and you both knew that. He introduced you as his daughter whenever it came up, and so did everyone else. Most of the time you agree on things. Sometimes things would come up and you would get mad at each other, like when you first started going on runs. Or when you started helping in battles. Or smaller things like overworking yourself or something. You two would have your argument, end it out of anger, not speak to each other for a little while, and then make up and come to an agreement. Daryl usually ends up giving in, just because he wants you happy. However, there are times that he’ll do whatever he thinks is right and won’t let you get a word in. That’s when you get really pissed, you ignore him for a little while, and usually, he lets you have your space. You always end up going back and apologizing anyway. 

After a little while of living in Alexandria, you get more and more comfortable living with everyone. Carl tries to get you to hang out with him and the other kids but you try to keep your distance. You convince yourself that you won't like hanging out with them anyway. You learn of different ways to sneak out of the walls. You learn when to sneak into the armory and when not to. You get good at listening to people around you and sneaking around them. The only thing you can’t do is sneak around Daryl. You’re a teenager of course you’re going to be rebellious, but you also want to go outside. You don’t want to get weak. You had talked to Carl in the beginning about training together, but he just follows his dad around all the time.

Eventually, you learn your father’s schedule as well. You learn when he’s home and when he’s not. When he’s outside the walls and when he’s not. You learn when to sneak out and when not to. You learn when Olivia records what's in the armory. Not to brag but you’ve gotten really good at sneaking around.

One day you decide to go out. Daryl is supposed to be out working around Alexandria for a while and Olivia is out helping as well. You sneak out of your and Daryl’s house and head towards the armory. You're careful to check your surroundings, making sure no one sees you, and if they do you act as casual as you can. You make it over to the armory and sneak in through the back door. Thankfully there are no surprise visits today. You grab your pistol and some ammo before sneaking back out the door. You put the extra ammo into the backpack you packed full of snacks and extra stuff. You’re careful when going through the courtyard, making sure to make it look like you're just going for a walk whenever someone sees you. You get to the spot you always use to climb over, the beam positioned so you can easily climb back up it. You do one last check before climbing up and over the wall.

After spending a while outside you realize that your dad will probably be getting home soon. You turn around and start to make your way back. You’re about halfway when you hear rustling to your side. You freeze in place and look around for a second. You don’t hear the growling of walkers or any other kinds of movements for that matter. 

“Hello?” you call out. You get no response so after a couple of seconds you decide it was probably nothing. You glance around one last time before continuing on your walk. It’s only after a few minutes that you hear the rustling again. 

“Ok, whoever is following me I know you're there.” you stop again and turn to where the rustling was. Suddenly you hear a whining in your ear and look to the tree you're standing next to to see an arrow a little too close to your head. You whip your head in the direction it was shot from and see Daryl stepping out from behind a tree.

“What the hell?” you stare him down as he walks closer to you.

“Don’t “what the hell” me! What the hell are you doin’?” He rips his arrow out from the tree.

“I just wanted to go outside for a little while. It's fine.” you snap at him. He of all people should understand not wanting to get weak.

“It’s fine!? Don’t tell me it’s fine. You could’ve died and non’ us woulda known.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t. I’m out here all the time and come back without a scratch.” you realize what you just said all too quickly, and as it hits your face, your father realizes it too.

“You what?” He stops pacing around and looks you dead in the eye.

“I come out here while you're gone at work sometimes. It’s no big deal.” you suddenly feel very defensive. “ I come back every time don’t I?”

“You could’ve gotten killed. What the hell?! You think you can just do fuckin’ whatever!? I’m here to take care of you. I can’t do that if you're trying to get yourself killed every goddamn day!” He points at you with the arrow still in his hand.

“I’m trying to make sure I don’t get weak. You can sit inside those walls and pretend there aren't walkers out here but you’re gonna get weak and when that happens I’m gonna be the one who fucking makes it. I’m gonna be the one protecting everyone else.” you can feel yourself getting more and more angry.

“Goddamn it! I’m not getting weak kid I’m trying to get us somewhere safe!” he starts his pacing again.

“And that’s fine! But I’m older now, you can’t expect me to just sit around. And I can do what I want! It’s not like you’re my real father anyway.” you realize what you said immediately and cover your mouth with your hands. “I’m sorry.” you whisper. 

Daryl just stares at you, you can see the hurt and betrayal on his face.

“Dad I’m sorry.” You feel the tears welling up and you can see the hurt in his eyes.

He stands and stares for a moment longer before he turns and starts walking back toward Alexandria. 

“Please, I didn’t mean it. I wasn’t thinking. Please listen to me!” you feel tears rolling down your face and you start sniffling. 

He just keeps walking so you trail behind him. You two walk in silence the whole way. Not a sound from each besides your occasional sniffle.

When you get back you both enter the house without a word and he goes straight to his room. Usually, you two will sit and eat and talk before going to bed. Yet you stand alone in the kitchen. You eat an apple in silence before heading up to your room and lying in bed. You expect to fall asleep with no problem, however, that’s not the case. You lay in bed for hours. The day’s events running over and over in your head. Eventually, you fall asleep, but you wake up again two hours later. The night goes on and on like that. Sleep for a couple of hours, awake for a couple.

Eventually, you wake up and head downstairs. Usually Daryl would either be there or would leave a note. Yet, no Daryl, and no note. You go through the whole day just sitting around worrying. You decide to go for a walk later but you end up just walking in circles around the neighborhood. 

At night when Daryl gets home you have dinner already ready. Set out on the counter and everything. Your waiting behind the counter when he walks in. You look up and smile as he shuts the door. You watch as he takes off his boots. As he hangs up his jacket and sets down his tools. And as he completely ignores you and walks up the stairs to his room. 

It goes on for multiple days like that. No talking, be barley even looks at you. After about a week your sick of it, so you decide to confront him.

“Dad, why won’t you talk to me? I apologized.” You ask him when he walks in one day.

“You never apologized kid.” He doesn’t even look up at you to say it, just continues to take off his boots.

“But I did. I apologized over and over. Right after it happened to. I didn't mean it, you know that.”

“No.” He just stays where he's sitting, both of his boots resting on the floor next to him. “No kid, I don't know that. I care for you. I know we don't say i much but I do. And when you said that it hit. Hard. You fucked up, and now you have to fix it. I'm not just going to pretend you didn't hurt me”

“But I'm trying, I said I was sorry, I tried to  make you dinner. I've waited for you every day thinking and worrying about what I said. I haven't even left the house since!”

“And how the fuck do you tink I can trust you right now!” He stands up surprisingly quick, making you take a step back. “You can’t be trusted right now. How do I know your not sneaking out every day still?”

“Because I can almost guarantee that you have someone watching the house at all times if not yourself.” you pause for a moment and can feel the tears welling up in your eyes. “I, have tried to make it up to you. I have thought on what I said every second since I said it. I never meant it. I will never mean it. Daryl, you have been my father for years now. Not whatever dude I barely remember anymore, you. You're my dad and I really, really mean it.” 

You have tears streaming down your cheeks and you can see the water in his eyes. Not that he would ever let you see him cry. He slowly steps toward you and reaches his hands out to you. you let him pull you in, he wraps one arm around the top of your shoulders and his other hand rests on the back of your head.

“‘s ok kid, we'll be ok.”

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