random imagines

Daryl Dixon x Trans!M!reader

⚠️ hate fueled violence against the reader and mentions of homophobia/transphobia(internalized and otherwise) not edited
     Not once in his life did Daryl Dixon think he'd find himself attracted to another man, but the end of the world brought a lot of surprises. When he laid eyes on Y/n, he knew that there was something he'd been rejecting his entire life. However, it wasn't his fault at all but instead his family and the prejudice he was raised with. It never stuck with him like it did Merle but the undesired effects were still there to some degree. His internalized hatred seemed to double when he realized that he liked men as well as women, unable to see through the curtain of ignorance his upbringing put up.

      For months, Daryl was horrible to Y/n in an effort to ignore his attraction. However, the male seemed to take it in stride and never once shied away from Daryl. This made him fall even harder, eventually he allowed himself the gift of friendship between the two but didn't look for it to progress further. His own reluctance aside, Daryl was not sure that Y/n would return his interest. To his knowledge Y/n did not like men, granted it wasn't exactly brought up in conversation. As the group grew more diverse Daryl began to lose some of his reservations about who he was. Tara and Aaron helping him feel better, even if they had no idea.

     Daryl still had not thought of confessing to his love, opting to ignore the rising emotions instead. He certainly hadn't expected the way his night was about to go.

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     Daryl's heavy footsteps sounded on the concrete as he patrolled Alexandria, normally he was more quiet but he was exhausted at the late hour of his shift. He didn't have much time left before Sasha would take over and the time was catching up with him. His trail halted at a strange sound coming from the other side of the corner. Another huff of pain was exhaled and a short chuckle followed after.

      "What's the matter girly? Can't get up?" Laughter from about three other people was heard.

      "Look at her bleed! Shit, how the hell have you made it this long?"

     "Fuck you!" Daryl heard liquid hit the ground as they spoke, he assumed they spat either blood or saliva at the men. That was the least of his worries though, he was more focused on the way his heart sank through the floor at the raspy voice. That was Y/n.

     Someone was hurting Y/n.

     Which meant Daryl was about to kill some poor, dumb bastard.

      "Ooh, that hit a nerve didn't it princess?" Y/n grunted again when something made impact with him and Daryl finally found himself moving forward again. His footsteps quiet this time and he walked. When he rounded the corner, no one noticed him at first.

     Though, they quickly took note of him when his fist collided with the jaw of the man closest to him. He fell backwards and did not get back up, knocked unconscious by Daryl.

      One of the assailants ran, unwilling to help his buddies or take a beating himself. The other began swinging wildly at Daryl, but years of bar fights with Merle gave the opposing man no chance of winning. He wasn't knocked out, but instead laid on the ground groaning in pain. Much like Y/n, who was a few feet away from the fight.

     When Daryl rounded the corner, he had been curled in on himself and covered in blood. By the end of the fight he managed to pull himself up to lean against the wall. He jolted when Daryl went to pick him up.

      "Hey, hey, you're okay. I got you Y/n. I'm gonna fix you up." Whenever he heard Daryl's gruff voice he relaxed. The small whimper of pain that escaped broke Daryl's heart as he carried him to the house he had claimed. He would tell Rick to take care of the attackers on a more official level, he would kill them if he went back to do it right now though.