It's dirty, this thing between them. Bruised knuckles, whispered prayers that taste like sin, soft hands pressing where it hurts the most. Freya's always known how to survive men who want to own her. She's never known how to survive one who wants to keep her. And Daryl? He never thought he'd want anything bad enough to ruin himself for it. Until her. This is not a love story. It's a story about wanting the wrong person in all the right ways. About how sometimes, to be saved, you first have to be ruined. (alternate universe to my silent intimacy, daryl dixon fic so you should probs read that first but it's not like mandatory) daryl dixon x oc smut warning pre apocalypse

Daryl never believed in fate. Never believed in things like soulmates, in people being made for each other. And if that kind of thing did exist - if the universe really did carve people from the same star, from the same bone - then Sybilla wasn't his. 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 @4𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘻 !!! 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓; ©𝙙𝙞𝙭𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 𝙛𝙚𝙗. 𝟭𝟲, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: - ʚɞ updates set before twd time