Daryl Freaking Dixon Imagines

Daryl saves you

                                                      (Set at Hershel's farm in season 2)

Warning: Some cussing. Attempted rape. Abuse. Ages 13+

Summary: You were trying to go to bed because it was late. You were in your tent about to dose off when a drunk Shane tries to rape you. Daryl was walking by and hears the crying. He drags Shane off of you and beats the crap out of him. He makes you stay in his tent.

"Well, I think its time to turn in for the night. Everyone has had their laughs. Everybody ate, now time for bed." Rick announced. Everyone said goodnight and went to their tents to sleep. You turned to walk to yours when Glenn stopped you. "Hey, Y/n. Have you seen Shane? We cant find him. If you see him can you tell him that the food is in the cooler?" You nodded and walked to your tent. You climbed inside and zipped it up. Your tent was right next to Daryl's. You would usually sit next to his little fire before you went to bed, but Daryl was already asleep. You fluffed your pillow and slipped into your sleeping bag. You closed your eyes in an attempt to dream.

You were almost asleep when the zipper to your tent was yanked open. "Heyy, purddy laddyy." Shane was drunk again. You barely sat up enough to see him. "Shane? What are you doing in here?" He stumbled over to you and pinned your arms above your head. "Shane! Get off!" He slapped a hand over your mouth. "Shhh. You arrnnt gonna' say nottin', alrightt?" The tears were streaming down your face with the muffled cries. He quickly undid his buckle and your pants. He tore your shirt off with his free hand. He took the hand that was on your mouth off to undo your bra. "Daryl!!" His huge fist slammed against your face. You whimpered in pain as he laughed.

The pain from your face quickly vanish as it moved to your ribs. Shane was hitting you all over. You were sure they were gonna' be bruised in the morning. He hadn't done anything sexual yet, thank God. You were now sobbing with pain and fear. You thought you were gonna' die before he was done with you. You were now almost completely naked. Your bra and underwear were still on while only his pants here on. The cries weren't heard at the camp. They were too far, but Daryl should be able to hear you. Shane got up to pull don't his jeans. "Daarryyl!! Heellpp!!" They were raspy, cracking calls. Shane kicked your side making you turn. Boy, was that a mistake. His foot almost cracked your back. "Damn, giirrll. Are you that ssttupidd?" You cried hoping Daryl might hear you. He was now your only hope.

Shane positioned himself between your legs. He was sill wearing his jeans. I guess it was too much of a struggle to get them off. You heard the crunching of leaves. You hoped to God they were caused by Daryl. The tent opened in a fast motion. Daryl was finally there. "Get the fuck off of her!" Daryl grabbed him by his arm and dragged him out off your tent. He sat on him and started taking shots. You were still a crying mess. Daryl wasn't stopping. You realized that he would kill him if he didn't stop now. You ran out of the tent and jumped on his back. He stumbled off of him. "Get off me! I'm gonna' kill him fer' touchin' you!" You looked in his angry eyes. "Daryl I'm fine. He didn't get that far." His icy eyes softened. "I wont kill him if you sleep in my tent." You nodded and walked back to your tent.You picked up a shirt and some leggings. You walked to his tent and laid down. Daryl walked in behind you and went to bed.

You didn't sleep that night thinking Shane might come back. You knew he was out cold but you didn't want to take any chances. You sat up and crossed your legs. You looked at the night sky and waited for the sunrise. Daryl was snoring softly. You thought he was so cute when he was sleeping. "Y/n." Daryl was sleep talking. You couldn't help but giggle. "I'll kill 'em." So adorable. You turned to notice the sun rising.  A few minutes later, Daryl woke up with a loud yawn. His eyes met yours. "Mornin', princess. How'd you sleep?" You curled your lip upwards. "Oh, the thing I didn't do? It was fine." He crawled over to your side and hugged you. "I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner. That's what I get for wantin' some extra sleep, eh?" You both stayed in his tent all day talking. Occasionally he would take a watch shift so you could sleep without a creep getting in your pants. At least that's what he sais.