TWD imagines (smut?)

Daryl

*Warning: this part mentions abuse. If you are not comfortable with it skip it and I'll post a different Daryl one later for you ❤❤❤*

You were in the corner of your bedroom, crying. He's just gotten done beating you, just like he has done for a few weeks. You guys haven't started dating until about 2 months. In the beginning it was everything you could ask for. Your relationship was known one of the best in Alexandria. But they also don't know what happens behind closed doors.

He left a few minutes ago, you just don't have enough strength to get up and clean yourself of blood and to tend to your wounds. You heard a door slam downstairs. You immediately wipe your cheeks and eyes frantically. Carl appears at your bedroom door.

"Hey, Daryl wants to know if you-woah, what happened?" He asked, once he got a better look at you. You curse yourself for not remembering you and Daryl were going to go scavenge later.

"I-i" you stutter but stop. He comes closer and kneels in front of you. You look in his comforting eyes. After a second you break down and he hugs you tightly. You can't take it anymore.

"Hey hey its okay." He tries to comfort you. You calm down a little and he pulls away. He helps you stand up. You limp to your bed, you twisted your ankle on something while trying to get away earlier, and sit down, "I'm going to get someone. I'll be right back." He said before rushing out.

You wipe your cheeks and your nose. As you look around your eyes caught a mirror and you almost break down at the sight of yourself. You hair was in knots, its frizzy, you have a deep cut on your cheek that will scar, your other cheek is red from the slaps he had given you and your eyes were red and puffy. To say the least you looked horrible.

It must have been a couple minutes when you hear the door slam again and multiple footsteps. You turn towards the door carefully and see Daryl appear, soon after Carl.

"Y/N." Daryl whispers out of breath.

You and Daryl had always been close since he found you and took you back to the farm. You were best friends.

"I-im fine." You try to lie.

"No ye ain't." He says somewhat aggressive. He doesn't mean it, its just how he is. "Who did this?"

"Y/B/N?" Carl asks. You look down ashamed.

"Damnit!" Daryl yells, punching the wall and storming out. You immediately get up, ignoring the pain in your ankle, and run, well as best as you could. By the time you get outside you see Daryl and Y/B/N in the middle of the street. You get closer and so does everyone else.

"Woah, calm down bro." Y/B/N says. You can see Daryl's face twitch. Rick comes as well, but not in time. Daryl pounces on Y/B/N and starts to punch him repeatedly.

"Daryl!" You try to shout, but your itchy throat caused you to have a cough attack. Rick goes up to Daryl and pulled him away from Y/B/N.

"What the hell is going on?" Rick asks them.

"He's hitting Y/N." Daryl growls while glaring at Y/B/N, who is still on the ground. Everyone looks at you and you feel embarrassed. Rick looks at you with tears in his eyes. Rick and you have been really close, like you and Daryl. And Carl but that's besides the point.

"That true?" He asked you. You limp towards them a little and nod, ashamed. Your ashamed you didn't tell anyone. Or try and help him fix his mistakes.

You look to your right slightly and see Carl. You look back at the two who are debating on what to do. Everybody flees and goes back to what they were doing previously.

"Carl," Rick says after a moment, "bring Y/N back to her house. Help her get cleaned up. We'll be there in a little while." Carl nods and helps you back to your house carefully. You feel somewhat numb. As you two walk in the house all you can think about is how much trouble you have caused.

~

Its been a couple hours. You are all cleaned up and reading a book in your living room. There was a knock on the door, but It opened anyway. You look to see Daryl, looking around. His eyes land on you and he walks towards you.

"W-where is Y/B/N?" You asked, although you didn't really care.

"He's in the cell." He answers in his rough raspy voice that you have grown to love. You put the book down and give him your full attention.

"I'm sorry, Daryl. I don't know what for. Maybe it's the fact that I stayed with him after all he's done, maybe because I didn't tell anyone, maybe because I didn't help him get better." You ramble absent mindedly.

"Y/N." He interrupts your mini ramble session. You look up and see him right next to you.

"Yeah?" You ask.

"It ain't yer fault that bastard hit ya. There's nothin ye could 'ave done. He's messed up, no one can fix 'im." He says soothingly. You take a deep breath and nod. He sits next to you slowly, never breaking eye contact. You lean in and so does he until your lips meet. Its like in the movies you watched before everything, how the people explained how they felt fireworks. Except, you didn't feel fireworks. You felt bombs.

It felt so right.