Daryl Dixon Imagines

embarrassed

Tw: abusive relationship with partner, strong language, SA

(y/n pov)

I walked the empty streets of Alexandria, the chilly fall weather gave me goosebumps. I walked up the steps to Rick's house, I was about to knock when Rick opened the door.

"Hi, (y/n). Can I help you?"

"I uh, is Daryl home?" I asked, "Actually never mind I'll head back home."

I turned around and Rick grabbed my hand, I winced and pulled back. I forgot about the fresh bruises Shawn had left over the few days. Rick raised an eyebrow and pulled me inside. I tried finding the words to play it off but Rick made me sit at the kitchen table.

"(y/n) is someone hurting you?" asked Rick rubbing his forehead.

I shook my head, "No, no of course not I'm fine. I just tripped and I think I twisted my arm wrong."

"I used to be a sheriff before all this, I've dealt with domestic abuse before. I know how scary it is, to tell the truth, and put the person behind bars," replied Rick placing his hand over mine.

Tears filled up my eyes, "I c-can't. It's embarrassing how the world's gone to shit and I'm over here getting abused by my boyfriend."

"It is not embarrassing. We can do something about this," said Rick

Daryl came in and stared at both of us, "What's goin' on?"

I quickly stood up and wiped my tears, "Nothing, I'm okay. It's getting late." I looked at Rick and gave him a look, not to tell Daryl. Rick nodded.

I gave Daryl a small smile and walked out, heading home.

~Time Skip: a few hours after~

The hot sting of Shawn's slap filled my cheek, I trembled as I placed my hand over my cheek. Tears fought to spill out but I won trying to not show Shawn his power. I got up and tried punching back but of course, Shawn dodged it and hit me again. I tasted blood in my mouth, I touched my lip and winced.

"Please, Shawn," I said putting my hands out in defense.

"Tell me why you were at Rick Grimes's house?!" said Shawn grabbing me by the neck, he let go and I fell back into our coffee table, breaking it with my fall. I gasped, trying to get the air back into my lungs. I felt pain all over, blood staining my clothes. Shawn grabbed me by my hair, I tried kicking him off but I was still in pain.

"You want to be a whore, you'll be a whore." said Shawn throwing me onto the sofa, he started unbuckling his belt, and I started kicking him but he was stronger and heavier. He grabbed me by my neck and I scratched his face, he slapped me and that made me go weak. I looked around, knowing what was going to happen. He smirked as he leaned down and kissed my cheek.

Suddenly Shawn was pulled back, Shawn tried fighting back but the person started punching him. I noticed it was Daryl and his group standing by the door. I coughed up, blood filling my mouth. Maggie ran to my side, her eyes widening as she saw my state.

I heard Shawn grunting in pain as Daryl beat him up, I stood up and tried pushing Daryl away, he was better than this.

"Why the hell you protecting him?!" said Daryl

I grabbed my side in pain, "Because you are better than t-this. Daryl please."

Daryl punched him one more time and let go of him, he looked at Rick and Rick dragged Shawn outside. I fell back into the sofa, pain filling my body. Daryl ran to my side, trying to find all the injuries Shawn caused. I grabbed Daryl's hand, tears finally falling.

"Why didn't you tell me he was beatin' on you?" asked Daryl

"I didn't think you'd care."

"That's just stupid, you know I care 'bout you," said Daryl wiping the tears off my face

"I know, I'm sorry. Fuck it hurts," I said touching my face

"Let's get you to Denise. She'll get you patched up," said Daryl helping me to stand up.

I yelled in pain, "Fuck! I can't it hurts too much."

Daryl picked me up and I let out a laugh, "Daryl you don't have to."

"Shut up," said Daryl 

(ahh I finally updated. I know this one probably sucked but I promise to keep updating.)