Fanfictions

Need You Here - Daryl Dixon x Male Reader

The moment the gunshot rang out your heart began to beat quicker than it ever once had before. "No! Daryl!" Rick yelled and he and Shane helped Daryl off the ground dragging him towards the farmhouse.

You raced behind them quickly needing to see Daryl, needing to know he was alive.

That night you shared together after Merle was left behind was one you'd never forget, since then you shared a tent together. Shared small kisses when no one else was looking.

Now all you worried about was if he was still breathing.

Rick had to hold you back while Hershel worked on his wounds. You tried to stand tall, tried not to break down.

You ran a hand through your (h/c) hair as you paced your (weapon) hanging off your side. You continued pacing fear filling your chest as the hours ticked by.

When Hershel appeared with a smile you couldn't help but feel relieved. He nodded to you letting you know he was ready to see people. You ran past him, careful enough only to not knock the old man on his ass, straight towards Daryl's side.

"Daryl.. oh Daryl." You sobbed at his side the tears you tried to hold back welling up and rolling down your cheeks.

He smiled softly at you, something he didn't do to many people. "I'm okay." He finally managed out. "I found her doll."

You gulped, you knew how much kids meant to Daryl. The two of you had already made a pact, if any of the parents died or you came across an orphaned child the two of you would become their dads.

"I just need to know that you're okay." You whispered holding his hand in your own. You brought his knuckles up to your lips holding him there so he didn't leave your side.

You'd didn't care if the rest of the camp knew about your relationship. Daryl was hesitant only because of his past, and he worried about you.

"(Y/N)," he began, "I'm not dead so I'm okay." You couldn't help but laugh, not being dead was his scale of okay. He smiled at your chuckle. He ran his free hand over your tear stained cheeks. "It's really going to be okay. I'm here."

"You don't ever get to die on me." You threatened as you placed his own knife on the table. "Or you'll get it from me."

"Better be you." He smirked kissing you're forehead before he coughed at the movement. You looked up with concern but he waved you off.

"Daryl, I.. I just don't want to see you hurt ever again."

"It's the apocalypse baby," he smirked, "until I'm dead I'm okay."

"I just need you here with me."

"I'm always going to be here," he said cupping your cheek. "You're my man, and I'm yours. That's not changing bullet wound or not."

You couldn't help but smile, even seeing him bloodied and injured you couldn't help but feel right sitting beside him. Couldn't help but know he loved you and would do anything to protect you. He was a good man, and an even better boyfriend.

"Oh.. I must have lost it.. but I.. I know it's stupid and silly but I had found you a flower I was going to bring back to you."

You smirked, Daryl was always so thoughtful and kind. One of his love languages was gift giving, when you first began to date he had given you some hand warmers made of the rabbit he had killed. You had a few bones wrapped in wires and other things as jewelry that you wore because he made it for you.

A rabbits foot always hung off your belt, a gift Daryl gave you after your first kiss.

"So you're okay?"

"As good as I can be, I've had worse." He muttered as he moved over on the bed. You sat beside him after he patted the mattress. "Stay will you?"

"Really?"

"Really." He said again wrapping an arm around you. "Just stay, I don't care what they say. Or if they have a problem with it i know the two of us can survive without them."

"They're family now." You said softly kissing his cheek. "I doubt they'll have a problem, but if they do it's us."

He smiled and kissed you softly. "Gonna take a nap. I hurt. You stay."

You nodded with a smile. "Of course."

"I love you (n/n)."

"I love you too Dare."