Fanfictions

Daryl Dixon x Reader: Bread

You were standing beside Daryl, his frown noticeable, with the sounds of groaning coming close, he held you close to him. The walkers growing closer you were petrified that you could be the next to die. Fear was radiating off the two of you, however the smell of the dead was enough to stop you from moving. He held you close, kissing your temple to calm you. The two of you had managed to get into a crawl space that was impossible to get into unless you could unlock the latches.

You held onto him tightly, fear making you shake. The walkers kept going, in their hoard. The two of you were going on a food run. Trying to search for anything, either something you had to hunt and kill or just find. You muttered under your breath, trying not to cry. He kissed you up and down your neck then stopped. Hugging you, he soon opened the latches and went out first.

You slowly followed behind him, biting your lower lip. "(Y/N), its safe now." He coaxed, you followed behind him slowly, and carefully. You held you gun in your hand, and he held his cross bow up, the two of you began to run towards a few gas stations. He went in first, weapon up, you watched for anything to come around you. "You can come in, its empty." He said.

The two of you went in, he smiled as you began to pack food and other supplies into your bag, checking the dates to ensure you could actually eat the food. With a grin on your face you packed in as much as you could get. You remembered that you were asked to find some stuff to help Carol make some bread. You found as much as you could that was still safe for consumption. The two of you made your way back out towards the motorcycle. As the two of you got to the bike you noticed a few walkers.

"Daryl, Daryl we need to go." You muttered pushing on his side.

He looked back towards where you were looking and nodded. "Lets go."