the walking dead || x reader one shots

right here, right now - d.d. {♥︎}

WARNING: this chapter contains explicit sexual content! read at your own discretion!

request by:  @itsjustVictoriaduh

summary: Shortly after meeting, Daryl invites you to join him at Alexandria. After just a few months, the two of you have bonded a lot, becoming inseparable. On a run one day, you can't hold back anymore and decide to show each other just how much you REALLY care for each other...

Your fingers press into the string of your bow as you take aim. The small rabbit quivers as it eats the bait you left, unknowing of its fate. You crouch behind a tree as your breath shakes in your throat. You beg your weak arms and fingers to stop shaking, hoping they can relax enough for you to make your shot. Taking a deep breath, you lock in and your fingers begin to loosen on the string. But before you can let go, an arrow flies from the other side of the tree, killing the rabbit instantly. Shocked, your face drops. You pop up from your place and look around, your brow furrowed in frustration. Scanning the woods, you see nothing and return your gaze back to the rabbit. But by the time you look over, a scruffy man with long dark hair is examining your rabbit, holding it up by its hind legs. 

"Hey! That's my rabbit!" you yell as you march over towards him, tossing your bow across your body and the arrow back in its quiver. He pays you no mind though, and begins to tie the rabbit onto a string that's laced with other small hunted rodents. You huff and immediately grab the rabbit, tugging it away from him. 

"HEY! Hands off, lady!" he says, yanking the rabbit back and holding it close to him, like a toddler unwilling to share. 

"That's my rabbit! I tracked and hunted it for an hour!"

"Yeah well I shot it...fair and square." he looks at you from behind his messy bangs, his voice more gravelly this time. After an exchange of harsh looks, he turns away from you and begins to trot off. You huff, debating how much the rabbit means to you. You decide to go ahead and follow him. As you meet at his side he looks disgusted with you and rolls his eyes. He stops in his tracks again and turns to you.

"You have more food on that chain than I've had in weeks..." you look up at him with a pleading look. He scans your face, his blue eyes piercing into yours. 

"You out here alone?" he asks apprehensively and you nod. It had been a few weeks, maybe even a month, since your camp had been overrun by a hoard. He huffs when you answer. His face is stoic and judgmental. 

"No camp or anything?" he grumbles out another question.

"No. I used to but, we got overrun a while ago...and I haven't run into anyone I know yet..." you trail off, unable to finish your sentence without getting a bit choked up.  You hold it back though, and the man gives you a nod. 

"How many walkers have you killed?"

"I don't know. Maybe a hundred. Maybe more."

"How many people have you killed?"

"One."

"Why?" You're a bit taken aback by his interrogating. Thinking back on the one person you killed makes your arms feel heavy and your mouth dry. You hated thinking about it, it made your skin crawl. 

"Why do you wanna know?" The man continues to scan your body, awaiting your response, and you sigh. "We all have our reasons. Mine was justice." You swallow harshly as you see the man's face, the man who killed your loved ones. His face dripping with sweat as he pleads for his life.

"Name's Daryl." You're snapped out of your thoughts as the man reaches his hand out to shake yours. You clear your throat and take his hand in yours.

"(y/n)." He nods, his face almost hinting at a smirk.