Kickin With Dixon: A Collection of TWD Fanfics

We All Got Demons (Daryl x Reader)

Daryl x Reader

Hey, hey, you're okay. They can't hurt you anymore

Submitted by @tatertot1097

Request: So like Negan captures you and torture you for information about Rick and the others for days {kinda like what they did without Daryl} but out of nowhere Rick and the group are rescuing you and bring you back to Alexandria and in the middle of a walk with Daryl you start to have flashbacks and panic attacks and he's there for you saying "hey they can't hurt you anymore")

That cold, dark room was flooded with light once more as the heavy metal door was opened. The familiar shadow moved along the walls as he stepped forth. "Mornin' sweetheart!" That damn cocky grin was plastered from ear to ear as he sauntered on into the room, "Sleep well?" He swung Lucille around as he paced, "Oh, Oh wait, that's right, you didn't get much sleep now did you?"

You were beyond exhausted, and everything in you was screaming for rest, for you to give in, but you held your ground, and just stared right through him. You weren't going to give him the satisfaction.

"Damn, I gotta hand to you. You can really pull off the silent serial killer type." He squatted down so that he was eye level with you, and his eyes searched your face, "I gotta say, you look like absolute hell though, I mean, god that's an ugly mug now. All you gotta do is give me one teeny little piece of information and you can take a nap. Hell, I'll even get you a nice comfy mattress. I know it's been a while since you slept on one of those."

"Go to hell."

He just rolls his eyes and lets out a chuckle, "I don't know why you're fighting this so hard. Just give me what I need to know, and all this could be yours. You could walk these halls like a goddamn princess, but you'd rather sit here in your own shit and piss in some kind of sorry attempt at fighting what is inevitably going to happen anyway." You just turned your head away, looking straight at the wall opposite of you. "Alright, well, suit yourself. Enjoy the.... this ," he says loosely gesturing to the tiny closet space.

Darkness overcame you once again as they left you there. The music deafeningly loud prevented any sleeping, and was eating away at the little bit on sanity you still clung to. Just above the noise you thought you could hear gunshots, but you couldn't be to sure. You could see the pattern of feet going by the door quickly. Something must be going down. "Please be Rick. Please be Rick..." You pleaded to yourself. With your ear pressed to the door to try an make out any sounds, you sat there waiting. Eventually you heard a familiar voice.

You raised your hand slowly, and pounded against the door, hoping to god they would hear it. "Do you hear that? Sounds like someone's banging on a door."

"Could be a walker."

Daryl interjected, "That ain't no walker." He flung the door wide open, crossbow raised in front of him. You instinctively jerked back, hands up. "Y/N?"

They got you out of there and back to Alexandria where you spent a few days in the infirmary recovering. Most of the bruising had started to fade, and they stitched up a couple cuts and gave you some fluids. You were sitting on the front steps when Daryl walked by. "Ya alright?"

You just smiled, "Yea, I was told I needed to get out for some fresh air. What're you up to?"

He held up some supplies, "Runnin' these over ta Rick at the gate."

You stood up, "Can I walk with you?"

He shrugged, and nodded his head for you to come with him. Neither one of you said anything for a while. All things considered you were holding up pretty well after the whole thing. Only a couple nightmares had made their way through the thick wall you tried to build in your mind. As you rounded the corner, the sound of a man laughing hit your ears, and it sent you right back to that place. You could see that bastard's big cocky grin, and the laughter seemed to mimic his. In an instant, even in the open air, it felt as if the walls were closing in on you. Your breathing picked up, you stopped, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights.

Daryl sensed the change, and placed a hand on your shoulder, "Y/N?"

You flinched away from him, and your hands covered your ears. "NO! NO! NO!"

"Y/N, Y/N, look at me."

"STOP! LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" The vision of those monsters was as clear as day. In that moment it seemed so real.

Daryl stood there at watched feeling helpless to stop the images tormenting you. He wanted nothing more than to stop the pain, to take it all away, and never let anything hurt you again.

He finally couldn't take it anymore, and he grabbed you from behind. Instincts kicked in, and you immediately fought against his grip. "Y/N, Y/N, You're okay. You're okay. It's okay. It's me. It's me."

Your body slumped down, and his followed you until you were sitting on the ground. You had snapped out of it, finally aware that you weren't back there anymore. Daryl's grip on your wrists loosened as you leaned back into his chest.

There was no stopping the sobbing that came after that. That awful son of a bitch Negan broke you, and the thought that he succeeded hurt even worse than the actual breaking. "Hey, hey, they can't hurt you anymore."

"I'm sorry..." the words were barely above a whisper.

"S'okay, ya ain' gotta apologize. We all got demons. Ya ain' weak 'cus that shit got ta ya."