Daryl Dixon x Reader

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You jump up startled, a layer of sweat forming on your head from the nightmare. You feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

"Y're alright liddle darlin', calm yer self down. Jus' a bad dream." Daryl whispers pulling you into his chest. "Ain't nothin' gunna hurt y' now."

You shake violently in his arms, choking back your sobs. "Its not fair you have to see me like this;" You whisper as you start to calm down. "You didn't sign up for this."

"All part of the package," He whispers as you pull away slightly. He pushes the hairs stuck to your forehead back and kisses your temple. "wouldn't have it any other way."

You have grown a custom too each others nightmares and you're used to seeing each other toss and turn in the night. Daryl never will admit it to you but it's you that helps him through the days and nights.

His dreams are filled with abuse, both verbal and physical. He can feel the sting of cigarette burns and the throbbing red gashes across his back, as if he was back there, there in his old house with his father and Merle. Other nights he dreams of his mother, the memory of her death still burned afresh in his mind. Then, on the rare occasion, he dreams of Merle or his childhood. His school days were quite frankly 'shit', as he puts it. No one bothered with him, unless it was too tease him about his scars. Even the teachers pissed him off, they had all seen the scars that coated his back and neck but they; like everyone else, chose to turn a blind eye. But, no matter what the dream, you were there stroking his hair until he went back to sleep.

Your dreams however had gotten worse. Ever since the night you had Judith he had slept in your cell. No one asked questions, they just decided to accept it, so one day Daryl just moved his stuff into your cell, he didn't  ask because he knew you wanted it just as badly as he did. He made you feel loved, something you hadn't felt in a long time; and to be honest it was starting to dig up long lost memories of your family you had hidden away in your mind, leaving you haunted at nights.

"Y' sure Y're okay?" You hear Daryl ask as you bury your face in his neck.

"I... I think I'm crumbling," You admit " I knew it would happen sooner or later."

"Y're not crumblin' sweetheart, y're jus' goin' through a rough patch is all. Don't worry that purdy liddle head 'f yurs."

You nod your head in response and feel his fingers draw light patterns on your back until your eye lids become heavy and you begin to fall asleep.

When you woke, plans of defence against Woodbury were already under way. 

Carol and Axle are sent up to the bridges front one cell block to the other, to create shielding from bullets. While Glenn and Maggie are stationed inside the gaurd towers with guns and riot armor. Hershel, Beth and Carl are told they will be going into the woods with a few guns for protection while Rick, Daryl and Michonne  try and hold the Woodbury group back with guns of any kind. That just leaves you. Your job is to stay in the prison and protect Judith. At any cost.

Once everything is sorted Hershel's group is sent into the forest and Maggie and Glenn assume their positions in the towers. You pull  Judith from her makeshift cot inside Beth and Hershel's shared cell and hold her tight. You kiss Daryl on the cheek and wish him good luck before he pulls you close, squeezing both you and the baby.

"Stay safe for me, okay?" He whispers

"Okay." 

He takes on more look at Judith, with a smile on his face  before marching outside with Rick and Michonne. Before you know it the sound bullets crashing off surfaces fills the air and Judith loses it. Her cries rattle through the prison, soon becoming a whisper compared to the fired shots outside.