Y/n, After Seeing Daryl All Dressed Up: Someone Cleans Up Nice. What's The Occasion?

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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Parenting 1 - Headcanons - Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader

Parenting 1

Daryl’s Daughter

Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader

Words: 312

Warnings/Notes: none but whats in the show

Partially inspired by @rue-dixon so go check them out too <3

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Daryl wouldn’t want you out without a way to protect yourself. He would take you under his wing and teach you everything. 

If you're the same age as Carl you would know how to shoot before him, which would start a rivalry.

Daryl would have to scold you not to bring it up around him.

He would protect you with his life, always ready to get between you and a walker

When you have a nightmare he would be there to comfort you.

You wake up sweating, calling for him. He comes running right away.

Holding you and just telling you it's okay over and over again.

Letting you lay with him when you want to.

If anyone asks he couldn’t get you to move. Over time he just accepts it.

Whenever he hugs you he puts his hand on the back of your head.

Kisses to the top of your head during hugs, only when no one can tell.

When you are little you just follow him around like a lost puppy.

He wouldn’t want you going on runs, ever, period.

If you do he makes sure to go on every one for the first while.

If it’s one of the times the group gets stuck out on the road, he wouldn’t let you more than arm's length away.

He would always worry whenever he was away from you for too long.

Always uses nicknames for you, some just from your name, others like “kid” or when you were younger “duckling” because you always followed him around.

Always makes sure to listen when you need him to.

As you get older and need more space he has to learn to give you that too

Trusts you with his life, and you trust him with yours.

He knows you can handle yourself

If you ever got kidnapped or killed, no mercy

Period

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Chapter 3!!!

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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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Till the End - Ch. 2 - Pt. 1

Chapter 2

The New

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Daryl looks down to once again check on the little girl riding in front of him. When he sees that she's okay and isn’t scared, he goes even faster. Crimson has a huge smile on her face, the ride on the bike is exciting and new to her. It scares her at times, like when he turns and the bike leans, but it’s still fun. When Daryl pulls back up to the gate Crimson is giggling from the way the bumps make her feel, and if you look close enough you can see a smirk on Daryl’s face. Daryl slows down and uses his feet to keep the bike steady. Rick and Glenn come running up to the gate and quickly slide it open. Daryl hits the gas once again to get the bike inside and stops a small way up the path. He waits for Rick and Glenn to close the gate and come around to the front of the bike. Rick and Glenn are taken by surprise when they see the small girl grinning in front of Daryl. They both look confused and share uneasy glances. Crimson stops smirking and sinks back into Daryl’s chest when she notices the two seemingly angry men looking at her. “We’ll talk later.” Daryl looks between the two and takes off after getting a nod from Rick. “How are we gonna take care of another kid?” Glenn turns to look at Rick with his head slightly to the side. “I have no idea.” Rick watched Daryl drive up the road some before turning to look at Glenn. Glenn just smirked and shrugged before walking off to continue working, Rick following shortly after. Daryl pulls through the open gate and parks his bike by the other cars. He pulls the kickstand out and slowly and carefully leans the bike on it, making sure Crimson is stable enough to stay on it. Lori and Carol come out at this time and see Daryl lifting the girl off the bike. Daryl glances up to see them walking out and decides that they could probably comfort her and get her cleaned up better than he could. “This is Lori, and that there is Carol.” Daryl looks down at the little girl, who seems more frightened of them than she was of him. “They can help get ya cleaned up and settled in.” Daryl steps around her as he talks, getting the supplies he found off the bike. He hoists it on his shoulder and watches how Lori interacts with Crimson. “Hi, I’m Lori. This is Carol.” Lori bends down in front of the girl, not too close but within arm's length. Carol simply smiles down at the girl. “We’re gonna take you in and get you cleaned up. And then you can pick out your own room, how about that?” At that moment the two girls were just too close for Crim to be ok with. She has a worried and scared look on her face and quickly rushes to where Daryl is standing next to her. Crimson grabs a small part of his pants, just enough to where she will know if he moves. Lori just stands up and smiles. “Looks like she's attached.” Lori comments before patting Daryl on the shoulder and walking back into the prison. Carol gives Daryl a nod before heading to where Rick and the others are. “Well, I guess yer stuck with me.” Daryl looks down at the girl and gives her a small smirk before nodding for her to follow him into the prison. “Not that I know what to do with ya.” he mutters under his breath before opening the gate, letting you through, and closing it behind him. “Follow me I guess.” Daryl half mumbles to you before leading you inside. -----

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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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Till the End - Ch. 2 - Pt. 2

Chapter 2

The New

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Once your eyes adjust to the light you see that inside is all grey. They have shelves and racks of food and bottles of water. You follow Daryl down the steps and towards a table. You watch from a small distance as he unpacks the food he took from your house and sets it all on the appropriate shelves. “C’mon, let's get you settled in somewhere.” Daryl says after putting everything away. He tries to use as gentle of a voice as he can and less sharp movements. “Can’t I stay with you?” Crimson asks, catching up to Daryl as he walks through a door. When they enter the room Crim realizes they’ll be staying in cells. The thought scares her a little, but not as much as benign alone outside. “Nah kid, yer gettin' put in yer own cell.” Daryl sounds a little ruder than he means to, but no way was this kid sleeping in the same cell as him. He saved her and that's it. “Oh, ok, well where’s your’s?” Crim is slightly saddened that the man won't let her sleep near him, it would make her feel a whole lot safer, Something about him just feels like she can trust him, like he will keep her safe no matter what. “Up ‘ere.” Daryl mutters, pointing up the stairs. “Can I pick one next to you?” Crimson asks, looking up at him with as much of a puppy-eye look as she can muster up. Daryl stops for a second and looks at her. Does she really think that look is gonna work on him? It is kinda cute, and she is only little. No, snap outta it, he thinks to himself. Why was he suddenly sympathetic towards this random kid? “Pick whichever one ya want.” Daryl waves his hand in the air as he runs up the stairs and into his cell. Although Crimson can tell that he doesn’t like her, he is the only person she knows around here. She slowly walks up the stairs and peeks into Daryl’s cell. She sees him throwing the bag he used on his top bunk, then turning and sitting on his bottom bunk for a moment. Crimson then realizes she’s spying and backs away. She checks the cell to the left of his and it’s empty. She decides that this will be her cell. She takes off her backpack and puts it on the bed. She then sits next to it and takes out Moo Moo. She sits and observes the empty walls for a while, swinging her legs and talking to herself in her head. Some time later Daryl opens the curtain that divides her from the rest of the cell block. He sees the young girl passed out on her bunk, Moo Moo under her head for a pillow, and her feet are still hanging off the edge of the bunk. Dary enters the cell as quietly as he can. He grabs the pillow out from under his arm and places it at the head of the bed. He then lays down a thicker blanket he had on his bed, it's not like he needs an extra blanket anyway. Daryl sets the rest of the blankets he brought in on the end of the bed. He carefully removes Crim’s shoes, thankfully they were easy to slide off. He then picks her up and moves her to the center of the bed. While he’s moving her he realizes it's only the middle of the day, but he then also realizes that he doesn’t know the age of this kid, and she may be used to taking naps every day. By the time he snaps out of his train of thought he’s put the other two blankets over her. He puts her shoes on the floor at the foot of her bed and puts her backpack on the table on the opposing wall. He grabs the stuffed animal from where it has fallen on the floor when he picked her up and sets it next to her. He stands there observing for a moment before swiftly exiting the cell.

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“We will get through this. I promise.”

“Please come home.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“You can’t promise that.”

“Why are you so damn nice to me.”

“Why are you following me around like a lost duckling.”

“I love you, and that scares the shit outta me.”

“Stop pretending to be ok.”

“I hate it when you cry.”

“Why do you hate me so much.”

“Hey, can you help me out with something?”

“Sorry doesn’t just fix everything.”

“You fucked up, and now you have to fix it. I’m not just going to pretend you didn’t hurt me.”

“Why won't you tell me when you’re not ok?”

“I want to go home.” (Hospital)

“I hate this stupid bed.” (Hospital)

“Just a few more days, and you can come home.” (Hospital)

“I’ll stay right here the whole time.” (Hospital)

“Can't you just not work today?”

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize I love you.”

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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