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Febuwhump Prompt - Friendly Fire

Prompt - ‘And when the walls come crashing down you'll realise home was never the walls around you, home was the people within those walls. Home was him."

You weren’t fully aware of just how you had gotten to where you were, sat next to a small fire, snake in your hand and Daryl sat as close to you as he could get, your sides pressed together as he continued to shoot you worried glances every few moments. You remembered the prison, remembered watching as The Governor used Michonne’s weapon to kill Hershel, watched as he had destroyed your home and for what?

You remembered losing track of everybody in the chaos and remembered not even seeing Daryl but feeling him grab your hand as he ran past you in a blur, not giving you a chance to realise what was happening but once you saw it was Daryl you had just let yourself be pulled along, trusting that he’d get you somewhere safe.

And of course he had, pulling you along for so long that your sides ached and the sounds from the prison faded into the distance, your home just gone like it was nothing, your family had lost each other and for what?

You didn’t say anything as you stared into the flames, thoughts running faster than you could keep up with. Your eyes scrunched tightly together in an attempt to slow them down but it didn’t work and with a soft groan you let your head fall to the side, resting against Daryl’s shoulder and found it helped.

Of course it helped because even though dead people were roaming the earth, even though you’d lost more people than you could count, even though you’d lost a place you thought you could call home, you’d lost your friends, friends who had become family, even despite all that you know it could get worse. If Daryl hadn’t found you, if he hadn’t pulled you along with him out of that prison, you would have felt like the world had ended again but ten times worse than now.

Daryl was your rock. He had been the one to find you wandering around alone in the city that had been taken over by the dead, a city that had been bombed by its own government. You’d been starving when he found you, dehydrated, covered in a mix of walker blood and your own. You smiled as you remembered him thrusting a crossbow in your face, barking out questions about whether you’d been bitten or not, whether you had a group. Eventually, he lowered the weapon causing you to breathe a sigh of relief and began walking away, gesturing for you to follow him with a nod.

In the first few months Daryl definitely regretted that decision, not used to somebody clinging to him like you had. You remembered his attitude towards you to begin with, remembered Shane’s gentle suggestions that you should join them instead of sitting off Daryl, should back away from the Dixon brothers but you ignored the warnings and it took a lot of time and patience before Daryl finally warmed up to you.

Once he had though you two had become inseparable, occasionally Daryl did still snap at you, sometimes needing time alone and not knowing how to tell you, he’d never had somebody like you in his life, somebody so good, so optimistic, who wanted to be around him. You always just smiled at the outburst though, a soft smile and a squeeze of the hand was all you gave him before you wandered off, giving him the time he needed until he came to find you, taking a seat with you and giving you a smile of his own.

“You doing ok?” He asked you, voice low to match the atmosphere around you. You stayed silent for a few moments, not quite sure how to answer the question before you took a steadying breath before asking a question of your own.

“You think we’ll find any of them?” Your voice just as soft as his.

Daryl’s silence was enough of an answer and you sniffed as you blinked away the sudden wetness in your eyes, taking another deep breath.

“I’m glad we’re together.” You told him and he couldn’t help but smile at that because he was thinking the same thing, he didn’t know what he would have done if he hadn’t found you.

Instead of saying anything though Daryl just hummed but you smiled into his shoulder, well versed in all things Daryl Dixon to know that it meant he was glad you were both together too.

“Where do we go now?” You asked him and he stayed silent for a long while before speaking.

“We go wherever we want.”

The next day the two of you set off again, Daryl suggesting you try to find shelter or failing that at least gather some supplies. By some miracle the two of you came across an old but elegant looking house, standing tall and seemingly safe.

“Stay behind me.” Daryl told you, pushing you behind him before he raised the crossbow and pushed the door open, banging against it as he did and waited for any sign of walkers. Daryl turned to you and you raised an eyebrow at him, he waited a few seconds longer before walking in, gesturing for you to follow closely behind.

It took a while to search the whole house both due to the size of it and because you kept getting distracted by all the trinkets and luxuries that the obviously rich owner possessed. Daryl had rolled his eyes as he watched you hold a necklace up, watching as the sunlight made the diamonds shine brightly but there was a softness to him as he fought back a smile.

“Wow.” You grinned when Daryl opened the cupboards, junk food lined up like they were prepared for the end of the world long before anyone else knew it was happening. “I’ve missed chips.”

“Help ya self.” He said as he searched through the cupboards putting some food out on the table and you smiled at his back before doing as he said, grabbing a variety of different snacks and placing yourself at the table and digging in.

It was weird how normal this felt, weird how easy it was to forget about the outside world as you and Daryl sat together, having long since made your way into the living room, the two of you on the sofa with Daryl’s arm resting against the length of it, so close to you that he could feel your hair against his forearm.

The two of you were sharing a bottle of something expensive between you, you laughing as Daryl spoke, missing how his eyes lit up at the sight of you so happy and carefree, trusting him completely.

Here, locked away in this house, only you and Daryl existed, no walkers, no Governor’s, no beheadings or fights…just you and Daryl. It felt like before the world had gone to hell. You could imagine it was like before except you knew that this would never be a possibility, knew that before this you and Daryl would never have crossed paths.

The thought seemed almost impossible now, it was hard to recall a time when Daryl Dixon wasn’t by your side and you couldn’t help but selfishly be a bit glad that the world had ended if it meant knowing Daryl.

You shifted closer to him as you wondered just how you’d gone so long without knowing him, how you’d lived your life everyday oblivious to the fact that Daryl even existed and hated that you knew if you’d met back then you probably wouldn’t have let yourself get to know him, knew Daryl wouldn’t let himself get to know you.

It was a strange feeling, being glad about the apocalypse.

“You ok?” He asked you, noticing your expression turn from happy to wistful.

“I’m really glad I met you, Daryl Dixon.” You told him, looking up and not realising just how close you’d gotten to him.

Daryl looked down at you, hesitating before lifting his hand to your head, letting his fingers brush a strand of hair from your face before they trailed down your temple to rest against your cheek. He could feel his heart threatening to beat out of his chest as he felt you smile under his hand.

“Glad I met you too.” He confessed, tone gruffer than he intended but it made you smile more, you didn’t know too much about Daryl’s romantic past but you knew there wasn’t much to talk about. It was good that he was nervous, it made you feel better knowing that it wasn’t just you.

“Daryl,” You whispered, so many thoughts in your head that you weren’t quite sure how to articulate them.

You didn’t have to though, you never had to really, because just as you were well versed in all things Daryl Dixon, he was just as good when it came to you, knowing what you wanted to say even if you didn’t.

“Me too,” He said just as quietly as you had been and you let your hand rest on his jaw, thumb brushing against his cheek before you moved closer, slowly giving him time to pull away if he wanted to.

He didn’t though, instead he met you halfway, letting your lips brush against each other’s softly and slowly, the movements slightly awkward but neither of you noticed or cared, too absorbed in each other, in how right it felt to finally kiss each other after months of back and forth flirting, months of testing the water before backing off, neither of you willing to risk the bond you had with one another.

Now it seemed foolish to wait so long, especially when you could lose each other any day, the events from the prison showed you that and maybe that’s why now was the time for it.

The kiss was interrupted when you heard a clatter from outside. Daryl pulled away with a soft groan, letting his forehead rest against yours as you both listened but the sound continued.

“Maybe it’s just somebody who lives here?” You whispered, watching as Daryl squinted and sighed, leaning forward to place a quick, slightly unsure, kiss against your lips before standing and picking his crossbow up, turning towards you with a stern look.

“Don’t move, stay here.” He warned and you nodded, pulling your knife from your boot, nervously playing with it as you listened to the sound of Daryl’s footsteps, praying that it was just nothing but knowing that you couldn’t be that lucky.

“Y/N, get outta here!” Daryl shouted, causing your stomach to drop.

You immediately shot up and ran towards the front door, watching as Daryl struggled to hold it shut as walkers piled up, pushing against it and trying to force their way in. Daryl watched you take a step towards him and immediately shook his head.

“Go!” He yelled at you but you shook your head back.

“I’m not leaving you here!” You protested.

“M’right behind ya, just get outta the house, meet me out by the road, yeah?” He said, nodding at you and watched as you nodded back before shooting him a desperate, pleading look.

“Stay safe.” You said and he smiled.

“Right behind ya.” He told you again, softer this time and felt relief flood through him as he watched you run.

You ran through the house, quickly making your way out of the back door that was thankfully free from walkers and continued to run, making your way over to the road as Daryl had told you too.

You made the mistake of glancing over your shoulder, looking to see if Daryl was coming when suddenly you felt the world tip before you cried out in pain as your head connected with the pavement, already feeling blood trickle down from the cut.

You blinked hard before you shot up upon hearing the snarls of a walker, having to pause for a second as the pain in your head blinded you, the feel of a hand on your leg causing you to scramble back as best you could but the walker was not giving up its hold on you.

You glanced around, looking for your knife and groaned when you saw it had ended up flung ahead of you, too far for you to reach. The walker continued to make its way closer to you and you tried to fight it off but you couldn’t, trying to keep moving back as best you could with its grip on you.

Just before you could call Daryl you were flinching as walker blood and brains splattered all over you as a bat was brought down on its head before you let out a huff of relief. The relief was cut short as you saw a man in a black mask gesture for two other men behind you to grab you.

“Daryl!” You yelled desperately as the men easily pulled you up.

Daryl had finally managed to fight his way out of the house and moved even faster as he heard your panicked cries calling for him. He ran out of the back door, not even hesitating with pulling the trigger on the crossbow, immediately taking one of the men down before he turned his attention to the other two.

They were both blocked by you but Daryl knew he could make one of the shots and keep you safe, he watched as one of them kept you in front of him, the two of you facing Daryl as he led you backwards towards the car, you silently pleading with Daryl not to let them take you.

The man not holding you tried to move quickly over to the driver's seat but he wasn’t quick enough for Daryl who released the arrow the moment he moved away from you. Then there was the one holding you, he was now looking towards his friend but quickly snapped his gaze back to Daryl.

Daryl glared as he tried to get a clear shot but he couldn’t, not without hurting you and he couldn’t do it. He waited, anxiety flooding through him as he saw tears make their way down your face before he finally, finally, had the shot.

He released the trigger again, watching as the arrow flew towards the man holding you and watched as he turned, positioning you so you took the arrow to your thigh, a cry of pain leaving you as the man chuckled and opened the car door, pulling a gun out as Daryl went to step forward, instantly stopping him in his tracks.

Daryl felt the urge to cry himself but took a deep breath, not focusing on the fact that you had a damn arrow sticking out of you that he had put there, trying not to focus on your cries or the fear displayed clearly across your face.

Instead he focused on the man holding you, watched every move he made, watched as he got too cocky and turned away from Daryl. Daryl took the opportunity to move two steps to the left, barely noticeable but giving him full advantage.

He didn’t wait for the man to turn around, didn’t hesitate as he pulled the trigger a final time and watched with satisfaction as the man hit the floor before he even knew what was happening.

Daryl watched as you wobbled, the man no longer holding you up had you seconds away from joining him on the floor but before you knew it Daryl’s own familiar, comfortable, arms were wrapping around you and you buried your head in his chest, sobbing against it as he held you tight.

“You’re alright, I got you, not gonna let anyone take you.” Daryl continued to whisper reassurances into your hair until you calmed down.

Once your tears had subsided Daryl pulled back and cupped your cheek in his hand, his fingers brushing away some of the blood from the cut. You watched him frown before shaking his head.

“Damn lucky we packed the medical supplies.” He muttered as he moved around you to help you sit down on the backseat, apologising as you winced against the arrow in your thigh.

“I’m so sorry,” He said quietly, guilty.

“Don’t be, please,” You said, sniffing back more tears, “Please don’t be sorry, you saved me.”

“I shot you!” He exclaimed, angry at himself for taking the shot, for letting you go off alone, for letting you get hurt on his watch.

“Hey,” You called softly, getting his attention. You lifted your hand and brushed some hair away from his face, smiling as he leaned into your touch. “You saved me.”

You watched him look up into your eyes, searching for any hint of a lie, of resentment, of fear, of hatred, all things he would deserve but he saw nothing but trust and something else, something soft that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“Ok.” He said simply, nodding before rooting through the bag, pulling alcohol, cloths, a needle and thread out, shooting you an apologetic look. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch.”

That was, quite possibly, the understatement of the century because as soon as Daryl pulled the arrow out of your thigh…there were no words to describe the pain, the burning sensation that seemed to spread through your entire body and you had to bite down so hard on your lip to stop from screaming that you ended up splitting it.

Daryl worked quickly but all his touches were gentle, trying to provide comfort where he could. The entire time he worked he spoke soft words of encouragement, watching as they seemed to help, giving you something to focus on.

“Ya doin’ great, nearly there, attagirl.” He continued to murmur and you kept taking deep breaths trying desperately to only listen to his words.

“All done.” He told you and you let out a loud sigh, a mix of relief, tiredness, pain and gratitude all rolled into one. Daryl kneeled up so he was face to face with you and let his hand brush your hair off your sweat stained forehead. “You did good.” He told you with a smile and you couldn’t help but let out a huff of laughter as you leaned down and captured his lips in yours, feeling him kiss back.

The kiss stayed soft and slow, you were exhausted and Daryl’s nerves were too high but you both needed this, needed a minute to see that you were both ok, you were both alive and together.

“You saved me.” You whispered against his lips as the two of you pulled away and Daryl looked up at you with wide, wet eyes. You let your fingers go up to his hair, running them through and pulling gently at the knots. “Thank you.”

“Don’t ever have to thank me for that, we look out for each other, yeah?” Daryl asked and you nodded, smiling down at him brightly despite the tiredness pulling at your eyes and the pain in your thigh. “Get some sleep,” He told you, gesturing for you to lay across the back seat, “I’ll get us somewhere safe.”

“I’m good,” You told him both of you knowing it was a lie and Daryl smiled at you, rolling his eyes fondly as he gestured to the back seat again.

“Get some sleep, I’m gonna be right here.” He promised and you nodded, leaning down to kiss him once more before you finally listened to him and made yourself as comfortable as possible across the back seats of the car, smiling as you felt a familiar leather vest being placed over your chest.

Somehow, despite everything, you still felt safer than ever as you held the leather vest close, pulling it up and breathing in the scent that reminded you of home before you let your eyes fall shut, the sound of the engine starting as you began to fall asleep.

“I’m right here,” You heard Daryl promise again, softly as if he was speaking more to himself than you but you still let yourself smile, cuddling further into the vest before finally drifting off, trusting Daryl entirely.

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Febuwhump Prompt - Muffled Screams

Prompt - “One day, my darling, we shall go far away from this place.”

You and the Soldier were being punished, you knew that much but you couldn’t remember what for, only remembered being on a mission and not reporting on time, why hadn’t you reported? You couldn’t remember but knew it didn’t matter anymore not as you sat strapped to the chair, arms and legs restrained as your temples were squashed against the machine that hurt, it always hurt.

You didn’t know where the Soldier was now and you hoped he was safe but knew it was unlikely, HYDRA did not take well to the rules being broken and yet you always found yourself here strapped to the chair, desperately trying to hold onto as many memories as you could despite their attempts to wipe them away.

You could hardly recall your past life, forgot all the information you knew you were supposed to remember; your name, your age, your family, did you have a family? You didn’t know, you couldn’t remember anything from before but you had memories from after they had taken you, memories you wanted, needed, to hold onto to make the bad times bearable.

Remember your Soldier, you thought to yourself, it was always the loudest thought in your head as the machine shocked you, leaving you screaming and writhing in pain. Remember your Soldier.

The Soldier was a friend, an ally, something more. You didn’t think you could forget him, no matter how many times you were forced into the chair, no matter how many attempts they gave to destroy your memories you thought it was impossible to forget the Soldier.

At first he had been grumpy, glaring and snarling at you. You remembered him well but couldn’t recall yourself. You knew you had been scared, you had your full mind back then, all the memories you needed were intact. You knew you had cried when you were thrown into a small cell with him, you couldn't remember anything else about yourself but you remembered the Soldier.

He had been angry at first, days passed with nothing but orders and glares from him and then he changed. He still scowled at you but he pulled you up, none too gently, and forced you onto the bed. You remembered being scared, why were you scared? You didn’t remember why but you remembered him putting you onto the bed before he mumbled something in a language you didn’t understand. Now you knew he had told you to sleep, that he would watch for trouble. You remembered how he had sat on the floor next to the bed all night, eyes open and staring ahead at the door that had been locked since you arrived.

The soldier sat in his cell, pacing furiously like a caged animal. The wall had already taken the brunt of his anger as he stood helpless in the small room, listening to the sounds of your screams, muffled from the distance but still audible.

He knew what they were doing to you, hated that he couldn’t stop them. He knew he shouldn’t have tried to escape with you, he hadn’t been certain of his plan but thought he could pull it off, how foolish he had been and now you were paying the price.

The handlers knew what they were doing, sure he’d have to go through the same treatment later but they made you go first because they knew that was the worst punishment they could force him to endure, being forced to listen to your screams and unable to do anything.

The Soldier changed sometimes, you never forgot that. Some days he was gruff and angry but some days he was scared, he was softer and gentler. You didn’t remember why he changed sometimes, didn’t remember why some days he stroked your hair and let you rest against him and other days he flinched at your touch but you always remembered that he changed sometimes and that was ok because he still protected you.

Another scream pushed its way out of your throat as the pain pulsed from your head and throughout your entire body. You felt your mind go hazy and refused to let them win, they would not take your memories.

You would remember.

You would remember how the Soldier had held you close, making sure you were far away from the door. You remembered one time as you tried to lie on the outer side of the bed only to be snarled at, the Soldier snapping at you to move as he glared from you to the door like he expected somebody to charge through it at any moment.

You remembered being in another place, it was outside on top of a building. You and the Soldier sat side by side as he held fruit out towards you, the two of you hadn’t been in the chair for a while so your memories were better, not fully there but you remembered more than usual. You were waiting for a target but that part was unimportant, what was important was that the Soldier was happier, he had changed again to the other person he was when the chair didn’t take his memories. You always forced yourself to remember  the way he smiled at you, the sun shining down on him as he grinned over at you, amusement dancing in his eyes as he focused on you.

The Soldier was furious. It had been hours and you were still strapped to that damn chair, having your head repeatedly messed with and he was useless. His job was to protect you, to make sure you stayed alive and yet here he was, trapped and unable to get to you because of his own decision, because he hadn’t planned your escape more thoroughly. He knew he should have waited until the next mission but he had to watch night after night as the nightmares of your actions plagued you.

The Soldier knew you weren’t like him. There was a human part to you, one that they had managed to take away from him a long time ago. He liked that you were still human, like that you had held onto that part of yourself, it made him proud, he knew how hard it was to hold onto precious memories when strapped to that chair. He had tried for many years to remember the important things but eventually he had forgotten, now the only thing he forced himself to remember was you.

The Soldier felt his blood boil as rage ran through him, banging both his metal and flesh fist against the metal door, curses and threats leaving his lips but nobody listened, the only sound that answered him were your screams from the distance.

Another scream echoed around the room as your body shivered violently as the machine tried to steal more of your memories but you refused. You scrunched your eyes shut tightly as if that would help the thoughts stay in your mind as they send another wave of electricity through you, a broken sob mixed with a scream as you forced yourself to remember.

You remembered sitting in your cell, back to the wall as you sat in the corner of the room. You stared straight ahead at the wall, face devoid of emotion even as you felt a trail of blood fall from your temple and down your cheek. You tried to act brave, not letting anything show on your face but you couldn’t stop your hands from quivering even as you scrunched them into a fist to try and hide the movement. You knew he had seen it but ignored him and continued to look forward, resisting the urge to swallow against the lump in your throat and refusing to let your eyes water. You remembered as he crouched down in front of you, seeming unsure of how to handle you before he lowered himself further onto the ground, sitting crossed legged and continuing to stare at you.

The staring lasted until a tear finally slid down your cheek. He stood up and you watched him rip the small, old blanket that had been in the room when you’d arrived. He pulled a piece off before taking his seat again, moving closer to you but paused as you flinched away from him.

“Это помогает..” He had told you, his tone was rough but he meant the words to be reassuring. You hadn’t known a lot of the language he spoke then, didn’t understand his words and frowned at him. The Soldier had frowned back before realising you didn’t speak the language he spoke and tried again this time in English.

“It helps.” He repeated, gesturing from your cut to the piece of cloth he held in his metal hand.

You remembered being hesitant to let him touch you but couldn’t remember why, the Soldier’s touch is good, we like him you thought before forcing yourself to remember the rest of the memory as more cries and screams left you.

You and the Soldier had sat there for a long while before you finally nodded and he moved closer to you again. This time you stayed still, tensing as he pressed the cloth to the cut, pressing firmly to stop the blood.

“Извиняюсь.” He said as you hissed in pain, his tone was softer than it had been before.

“English.” You managed to choke out and heard him huff before he spoke again.

“I am sorry.” The Soldier repeated in the language you knew, almost sounding fond as he pulled the cloth back and ran his flesh thumb across the cut.

“Ты будешь-” He began but cut himself off with a huff of annoyance as he looked into your eyes, “You will be fine, sore but fine.”

You had nodded at him wearily, surprised by his help before you forced a smile onto your shaky lips.

“Thank you.” You whispered and watched as his eyes widened, only used to angry words, never kind ones spoken softly to him.

“Rest.” He said shortly, gesturing to the bed and pulling you up, though he kept his touch gentle and spent the night sitting in front of the bed on high alert.

More and more screams escaped you as you forced yourself to finish the memory, damned if you’d forget the first time your Soldier had shown you kindness. The intensity of the shocks against your temple seemed to increase causing your screams to merge with more sobs and leaving you a breathless mess in the chair before they finally shut off completely causing you to slump to the side, panicking momentarily as all your memories seemed to disappear before you found them again.

“We will leave one day.” Your Soldier had promised you, the two of you lay on the bed together as your fingers drew meaningless shapes into his chest, his metal arm around your waist as the other propped his head up so he could smile down at you.

“Where will we go?” You’d asked him softly, turning your head to face him, unable to resist smiling back up at him.

“Везде, где нам нравится.” He told you with a grin, laughing as you rolled your eyes and smacked his chest.

“English.” You demanded, your tone still light as your smile widened.

“Wherever we like.” He told you and you nodded against his chest, letting your eyes fall shut as tiredness took over.

“Wherever we like.” You repeated in a whisper before falling asleep and dreaming of a life with your Soldier far away from the chair and the handlers.

You felt yourself being lifted from the chair but couldn’t move. You were dragged along, your legs brushing against the floor and you couldn’t open your eyes despite how hard you tried, exhausted from a long session and trying to keep ahold of the things most precious to you.

You heard a door being unlocked and that was enough to help you blink weakly, knowing that behind the door was your Soldier, the one who promised to take you far away one day.

You heard them barking at your Soldier, warning him to stand back before you were thrown into the room, groaning in pain as the sound of the door locking was heard.

Your Soldier was at your side the second you landed on the floor, picking you up in his arms and carrying you over to the small, uncomfortable bed that felt like heaven against your tortured body. It felt even better when your Soldier climbed in and wrapped you in his arms.

Your eyes blinked heavily, falling shut as the exhaustion became too much and you gripped your Soldier’s shirt tightly in your hands, hoping that one day you would be able to leave, be able to go far away from the four walls and go wherever you wanted.

“Sleep, дорогой.” He ordered softly into your hair, none of his fury dying down as he saw the mess that they had made of you but at least you were back in his arms and one day, he swore to himself, one day he would kill them all for ever hurting you.

“English.” You managed to say, feeling him huff out a laugh of disbelief before you felt lips against your hair causing you to smile tiredly into his chest.

“Sleep, my darling, soon we shall leave.” He promised and fully intended to keep it, next time he would not fail, he would die before he let you come back to this place.

“Wherever we want.” You mumbled against him, the words slightly muffled against his shirt but he heard them clearly and grinned down at you, knowing how hard you fought for your memories.

“Wherever we want.” He confirmed, the grin turning into a soft smile as he watched you fall asleep against him, trusting him to keep you safe.

He would not fail you again, he swore to himself, one day soon enough you would be free no matter what.

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Febuwhump Prompt - "Does that hurt?"

Prompt - ‘I never doubted you, not you, never you.’

Sweat pooled on your forehead, slowly making its way down your face as you stood, panting, using all your strength to press against the door, desperately trying to keep it closed despite the horde of walkers pushing against it.

A desperate cry left your lips as you felt the door push open enough so that a few hands manage to slip through the crack and your eyes darted around the cabin you had found yourself in and a huff of relief left you as you saw a walker free exit, thankfully they hadn’t made there way around to it yet. The only problem was that you knew the moment you took your back off the door a swarm of walkers were going to flood into the room, you as their only target.

It was times like this you really wished you’d listened to Daryl.

Still you knew you couldn’t stay there and had to take a chance before the walkers started to block both exits, leaving you trapped in the cabin with nothing but your knife. You let your head fall back against the moving door, scrunching your eyes shut as you took a deep breath, knife gripped tightly in your hands before you pushed off the door.

You were halfway across the room when the first wave of walkers pushed their way in, most of them tripping over each other and falling to the floor but some were quick, moving forward to make grabs at you. You stabbed your knife into the skull of one who got too close for comfort before you pulled it out and struggled a few times to open the exit door.

It took a few attempts but eventually you were out of the door and running down the steps, walkers following you out as you looked around seeing nothing but trees and cursed yourself for never letting Daryl teach you the basics of tracking so you could find your way back to somewhere familiar.

Still, despite no clear destination in mind you took off running as more and more walkers made their way out of the cabin and over towards you.

You didn’t stop until you were forced to by the burning in your sides, panting as you slumped against a tree in an attempt to slow your racing heart. Looking up you grimaced as you saw the sun was beginning to set, the air turning cooler, a relief for your sweat stained skin, but you knew it wouldn’t be long until night, the walkers even more active as darkness fell.

You knew you had to find Daryl, you knew he would be looking for you, no way would that man ever leave you behind.

You heard a groan from behind you and quickly took off running again, feeling like you were getting nowhere as the scenery stayed the same and it wasn’t long before you were stopping again, though this time not on your own accord.

You barely even registered what had happened, only feeling the sharp pain against your forehead and a stinging in your hands as suddenly you were looking down at the forest floor. Your head shot up as you felt a tight grip on your ankle and the sound of snarling and teeth gnashing together but had to paused when a wave of dizziness spread through your head.

You pushed through it and turned to look at the walker who was hidden in the bushes, lower body missing as it tried to take a chunk out of your lower leg. You thrashed against its hold, a cry leaving your lips as you tried to pull your ankle away from it, eventually pushing yourself up and piercing its skull with your knife.

With a tired huff you let yourself fall back down, wincing as twigs and stones poked into your back but all the energy you had was drained from your body as you looked up at the darkening sky. You winced again and lifted your hand to your forehead only to frown at the blood that stained your fingers before your gaze shifted to the cuts littered across the palm of your hands from where you’d tried to stop the fall.

Your eyes fell shut as you once again cursed yourself for not listening to Daryl earlier that morning.

You had been sitting on one of the car bonnets, listening as Daryl and Rick spoke about supplies that were running low. Daryl had offered to go on a run, a building a few miles out that they hadn’t checked yet could give them what they needed.

You’d perked up from your position as you grabbed the chance to leave the prison but Daryl was shaking his head at you before you even opened your mouth, leaving you pouting over at him.

“Y’not coming, we don’t know anythin’ about this place.” He had told you but you’d just shaken your head right back at him, giving him your best pleading expression and watched as his stern expression crumbled. “It’s dangerous, Y/N/N.” He’d warned you but you didn’t back down, anything to have a few hours away from the prison and who better to spend them hours with than Daryl. “Fine,” He finally relented and you grinned over at him as no words were needed to persuade the man, “but you stay with me the whole time, no wanderin’ off.”

You’d agreed to his rules, not planning on going anywhere without him anyway. Though you had been a member of the group from pretty much the beginning you rarely went on supply runs because whilst you could deal with walkers it wasn’t your forte.

Losing Daryl hadn’t been your fault, not when the building you were in had caved in on itself and you searched everywhere for the man without success. You figured he’d be looking for you and when he couldn’t find you he’d make his way back to the bike you’d left a few miles back, the place he’d told you to go if things went south.

Too bad you weren’t half as good as he was at navigating yourself through the woods, you swore you knew exactly which way you’d come in from but somehow you’d ended up in the middle of a herd, finding the cabin before one of them bit you.

You knew you had to pull yourself up, knew you had to find Daryl and if not him then at least find somewhere safe to hole up whilst you waited for the man to use those tracking skills of his to find you.

With a groan you finally stood up, steadying yourself against a tree as you blinked away the pain in your head before picking a direction and sticking to it, knowing you were well and truly lost with only less than an hour of light left to find something.

Your knife was gripped in your fist as you walked for another half an hour, two walkers dead somewhere behind you as you kept moving, knowing that if you stopped the exhaustion would take over and you’d be done for.

You heard a rustle somewhere to your left, twigs snapped under shoes as they made their way closer to you and you could have cried at the thought of fighting another walker, tiredness flooding your system but you still gripped your knife tighter, not prepared to go down without somewhat of a fight.

Just as you stepped forward with your arm raised to bring the knife down into the skull of another walker you felt your wrist get grabbed in a soft grip before it was pulled down and the knife was taken out of your hand.

“Ya alright, s’just me,” your eyes widened as you let out a huff of laughter as relief ran through you at Daryl’s soft voice, letting your head lean forward to rest against his chest with a slight wince.

Daryl frowned down at you, somehow more concerned now that he had found you than he had been whilst searching the woods. He let go of your wrist and wrapped his arm around your waist, the other coming up to rest against the back of your neck as he held you close, letting you hold onto him tightly as you assured yourself that he was there.

He pulled away soon after though, not going far just far enough so that he could see your face. One hand stayed around your waist as the other came up to gently hold your chin as he tilted your head to the side so he could get a better look at the cut on your head, grimacing when you winced as his thumb moved to brush gently below it.

“Y’alright,” He told you again, forcing his grimace into a smile. “We’ll get ya patched up back at the prison, yeah?” He said, watching as your eyes squinted against the tiredness you felt before you nodded.

“C’mon, let’s get ya home.” He said keeping his voice soft as he tucked your knife away before taking one of your hands in his, ready to lead you back to the bike before a wince from you stopped him. “What’s wrong?” He asked, eyes darting across your body, trying to identify what had caused the wince.

“I’m fine, I just hurt my hands when I fell.” You told him, watching as he gently took a hold of your wrists and turned them so your palms were upwards. He winced down at the various cuts and let his thumb brush against your wrist.

“Let’s get ya home.” He repeated, moving so that his arm was around your shoulder and you didn’t stop yourself from leaning into him. Daryl looked down at you and couldn’t stop the soft smile that spread across his lips as he watched you turn your head into his chest, trusting him to guide you back to the bike.

And he did without failure, his grip secure on you and it wasn’t long before he took a helmet he had found months ago for you from the bike and lifted it as carefully as he could over your head.

“Does that hurt?” He asked, sure that he had positioned it so it wasn’t brushing against your cut but wanting to make sure you weren’t in pain.

“No,” You said, smiling tiredly up at him.

Daryl smiled back at you before he was helping you onto the bike and climbing on himself. The roar of the engine was the only sound to be heard for the next few miles, sometimes Daryl’s voice, slightly raised to be heard above the bike, cut through making sure you were still awake, assuring you that you were almost home.

It took just over an hour and a half before the gates to the prison were being opened for the two of you, the sky had long since gone dark and Daryl had felt your grip loosening repeatedly as your eyes drifted closed.

The sound of the bike’s engine being shut off had you blinking your eyes open, you hadn’t fallen asleep but your eyes had eventually become too tired to keep open. You felt Daryl move from in front of you before he pulled you from the bike and gently pulled the helmet off your head and looked at the cut.

It didn’t look too bad, not bad enough to require stitches but he’d still feel better getting Hershel to clean it before he finally took you to bed.

He grabbed the bag of supplies and wrapped his arm around you again, guiding you through the prison and into cell block C with the intention of sitting you down in front of Hershel but before he could Rick looked up and was over to the pair of you in a few strides.

You smiled as he copied Daryl’s actions from earlier, taking your chin in his fingers before he tilted your head up to examine the cut on your forehead before wincing.

“What happened?” He asked in concern.

“I’m fine.” You told him, smile still in place as you swiped his hand away.

“You two have been gone for hours?” Rick questioned, following the two of you over to the table where Hershel sat, supplies already being brought over to him as you were placed onto the chair next to him, Daryl taking a seat next to you.

“Ran into a herd of walkers and got separated, took me a while t’find her.” Daryl explained, rubbing a hand up and down your back as you winced from Hershel’s touch.

“You’re both ok?” Rick asked looking from you to Daryl, checking him for injuries.

“We’re fine, she just needs patchin’ up and some sleep.” Daryl assured, looking away from you to glance up at Rick, showing that his words were true, short of the cut on your head and a few scratches on your hands you were both fine.

“You make sure you get some rest too.” Rick said, patting Daryl’s shoulder before he did the same to you.

“Don’t worry,” You said, exhaustion clear in your voice, “I’ll make sure he sleeps.”

Daryl and Rick smiled over at you before Rick turned to head back to Carl and it wasn’t long before Hershel had given you the all clear, nothing serious, just a bump and some dizziness for the next few days.

You took Daryl’s hand gently in yours, mindful of the cuts that stung if you brushed them, and led him up the stairs and into your cell. It was the first cell on the landing and you’d picked it purely because on the first night at the prison Daryl had refused to sleep in a cell, refused to be caged up, so you took the cell as close to him as you could get.

It hadn’t taken you long to convince him into your cell, a tight squeeze on the single bed but the two of you made it work, mostly with you laying your body on him, on nights were he needed to be held he’d often find himself laying between your legs, head on your chest and your fingers in his hair.

Tonight, however, it was you who needed him and you lay with your back against the wall, Daryl’s arm wrapped tightly around you as he drew you closer, laying you so half of your body rested atop of his.

Your eyes felt heavy with exhaustion, felt even heavier than they had before now that you were in a bed, in Daryl’s arms. You felt him lean down until his lips touched your head, he felt you smile into his chest and enough of a silence stretched that you thought he’d gone to sleep when his voice broke it.

“You knew I’d find ya, right?” The words were barely there, whispered so softly that they were nearly lost in the silence, if you hadn’t been laying on top of him there was a chance you would have missed those words.

But you didn’t, you heard them as loudly and as clearly as if he’d shouted them. A smile stretched across your face without you meaning for it to as you registered his question and sure you’d been scared, alone in those woods, scared that you couldn’t handle your own against the walkers or whatever else lurked in the trees but never for a second had it crossed your mind that Daryl wouldn’t come looking for you.

“I never doubted it.” You told him honestly, your words just as soft as his and you heard the smile in his voice at his next words.

“Good, cause I’ll always look for ya.” He promised and you knew his words were truthful, knew that Daryl would hold himself to that promise for the rest of his life.

And that gave you hope, hope that even if the world didn’t get better, even if things stayed like this, it gave you hope that you could continue living and not just living but it gave you hope for a future.

A future with you and Daryl, the two of you getting to live your lives together no matter how and no matter what. You knew that whatever was to come that you’d be fine because you had something nobody else had.

You had Daryl Dixon.

“I’ll try not to lose you again.” You told him and felt the chuckle rumble through his chest as he kissed your head again.

“Never have to worry about that.” He assured you and you couldn’t help but smile wider, “Go t’sleep, Y/N/N.” He whispered and you nodded against him, shuffling in his arms so you were looking up at him and leaned up to press your lips together in a soft kiss, not lasting for more than a few seconds but somehow managing to leave you both breathless.

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The One Thing I Care About

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Febuwhump Prompt - "Help Them."

Prompt - ‘That's the thing about caring about somebody...they can always be used against you.“

You could feel the cold, damp floor under your knees, could hear the constant sound of rain dripping through the cracks in the roof, could smell the dead body that was already in the room as you were dragged in and you could feel the tight zip ties that bound your wrists and ankles together.

What you couldn’t do was see anything.

You didn’t know how long you’d been taken for, had no idea where you were. All you knew was that one minute you were outside Frank’s apartment with a bag full of take out food and the next a group of men were grabbing you, covering your eyes and tying your hands, leaving you struggling with no chance of getting out.

From there you were thrown in the trunk of a car, the heat outside was already unbearable and being trapped in the trunk had you choking, desperately trying to catch your breath as sweat ran down your forehead, mixing with the tears that slipped past the blindfold.

Eventually you were pulled out of the trunk and dragged into the room you were in now, the men throwing you to the floor before you felt fists and boots connect with any part of your body they could, leaving you a sobbing mess on the floor as they finished up and left the room.

Pain spread through your entire body but you knew you had to get out of there, how you were going to do that you had no idea but sitting around waiting for whatever was to come wasn’t an option. So you struggled against the zip ties, wishing you had listened to Frank’s lessons on survival more rather than just laughing and rolling your eyes at him, promising you’d never need to use them.

Apparently the bad guys didn’t agree with that and when they couldn’t get The Punisher then they’d just take his girl and wait for him. It wasn’t a bad plan either, except for the part where none of them, no matter how many weapons they had, no matter just how many people were a part of this, none of them stood a chance against Frank Castle.

Getting free of your restraints was useless so instead you switched to trying to get the blindfold off, hoping for half a clue about your surroundings, knowing you’d get nothing about exactly where they had taken you but you could work with the things left in the room, hopefully there was something sharp enough laying around that could cut the zip ties.

But after an hour of shifting around awkwardly on the floor whilst trying to push through the pain, you hadn’t gotten very far. The knot tying the blindfold was tight, painfully tight around your head and you had to stop when you heard footsteps, crawling as far away from the direction of them as you could until you hit a wall.

You startled as the door slammed open, the sound echoing around the room before more footsteps sounded, branching off in different directions around the room. You missed the man who squatted down in front of you, only aware of him when you flinched from his touch, him grabbing your chin in between his fingers and tilting your head side to side before he let go and moments later you felt a fist connect to the side of your head causing you to bite your lip, hard enough to bleed, to suppress a cry of pain.

“Oh, it’s going to be fun killing you,” The man said, fingers trailing across the newest cut on your cheek and despite the pain you still managed to smile before huffing a laugh.

“He’s gonna kill you.” You managed to choke out, barely suppressing a grimace at the taste of blood in your mouth before you spat it at him, taking great delight in the disgusted noise you got in return.

“No sweetheart, he isn’t. I’m going to kill you, slowly, painfully and Frank Castle is going to watch it all.” He snarled as he took your jaw painfully in his hand, bringing your faces close together before he threw you onto the floor, your head connecting with it painfully.

The sounds of chuckles, a few more kicks to your chest and the sound of fading footsteps were all you were aware of before passing out.

Frank knew something was wrong when you were late. He’d tried calling you countless times before he threw the phone across the room, the only sound to be heard was Frank’s panting breaths and the sound of a phone smashing against the wall before hitting the ground.

Then the sound of guns being assembled and bags being filled with ammo and whatever weapons Frank could stuff into them filled the room. Once he was done he flew out the door, throwing the bags into the van before slamming the door and starting the engine.

Whoever thought they could take you and get away with it had another thing coming.

You awoke when you heard shouting, a man and a woman, the man pleading and the woman shouting threats. You flinched as you heard a gunshot followed by the sound of the man groaning and crying as the woman sobbed heartbrokenly.

“That will be you soon enough.” A voice sounded next to your ear causing you to jump and try and move away but you couldn’t and had to feel him run his fingers through your hair, gripping it tightly as he pulled a knife out and stabbed it into your thigh  before ripping it out causing you to sob. Your body tried to move on its own accord but the man was still holding your hair, keeping you in place. “He’s coming.” The man told you before he stood to leave.

You waited until they had left the room, the only sounds were that of the woman crying, the man's laboured breathing and you forcing cries down and panting heavily against the pain in your now bloody thigh

“Hey,” You managed to grit out, hearing the woman shift, “Can you move?”

“No, my hands,” She choked out, “They’re tied.”

Her words caused you to scrunch your eyes shut behind the blindfold as you silently cursed.

“He’s going to die.” The woman said and you bit your lip, trying to find the right words to comfort her but there were none.

“My boyfriend-” You began, swallowing against the vomit that threatened to come up” You know The Punisher? He’s coming, he’s coming and he’ll kill them all.”

The woman said nothing, only continued crying and you leaned back hating how helpless you felt, tugging against your restraints with no luck. You felt dizzy, the sudden blood loss had you fighting to stay conscious, you couldn’t fall asleep…you couldn’t.

The sound of gunshots ringing through the building were the first thing you heard when you forced your way back to consciousness, cursing yourself for giving into the blood loss so easily but smiled as you knew exactly who was causing so much noise.

“He’s here.” You slurred out, laughing slightly as you did.

The door slammed open and you sobbed as you were forced up, feeling the wound on your thigh gush more blood as a gun was held to your head. The sound of footsteps coming to a halt at the door had you smiling, knowing it was Frank.

“Let her go, you got me.” You sobbed at the sound of Frank’s voice and despite the gun to your head you relaxed automatically.

“Yes I do,” The man holding you smirked, “But we both know just killing you would be too easy, you care about her.”

“I said let her go!” Frank snapped, not lowering his gun as he desperately tried to get a shot, any shot that would take the man down before he could pull his own trigger.

“Not happening, Castle! You kill my men, I take the one thing you care about.” The man laughed and you knew Frank well enough to know he’d have the gun trained at him, knew he’d be finding a way to kill the man without hurting you.

The man’s grip on you wasn’t tight, obviously expecting the fear of the gun against your temple to scare you into stillness but he was wrong. You hated that you couldn’t see Frank but you didn’t need to, you trusted him to move in sync with you.

You took a deep breath as silently as possible, mouthed at Frank to be ready causing him to cock an eyebrow up but didn’t show any other signs that you were going to do anything. He just tightened his finger on the trigger waiting for your move.

You threw your head back, managing to headbutt the man in the face before you threw yourself onto the floor, crying as the pain from your thigh spread through your entire body, it felt like it was on fire but the sound of the gunshot cut through the pain and you couldn’t help but laugh even as the tears fell from your face.

Seconds later Frank was crouched down in front of you, gently pulling the blindfold from your face. You smiled up at him, beyond relieved to see him smiling down at you, leaning into the touch as he cupped your cheeks and brushed away your tears.

Your eyes trailed past him and you saw the woman you’d spoken to earlier crying over her boyfriend's body, not sure if he was alive or not.

“Help them.” You whispered to Frank and watched as he frowned before following your gaze and looking at the couple as if he hadn’t seen him when he entered the room.

“Gotta look after you.” You murmured back, pulling a knife out of his pocket and easily cutting at the zipties and dragging you into his arms, holding you against his chest and you couldn’t help but let more tears fall as you gripped the bulletproof vest, smiling as he pressed his lips to your head and letting them rest there.

You pulled away soon enough though, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

“Help them.” You said again, looking Frank in the eyes and watched him roll them before he nodded.

“I’ll be right back, baby.” He told you, placing a kiss to your forehead again before making his way over to them.

“Hi, I’m Frank,” He smiled at the woman and you watched with a grin as he spoke softly to her before leaning down and picking her boyfriend up after cutting her restraints and led them out of the room.

You didn’t let your eyes wander over to the dead body, just shut them as you leaned your head against the wall and let yourself fall into a light sleep knowing that you were safe, Frank was always going to keep you safe.

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Always

It was rare that you used the spare key Matt had given you all those months ago, in fact you could count the number of times you’d had to use it on one hand and all of them had to do with your boyfriend’s secret identity. It was the same reason as to why you were using after countless calls gone unanswered and news sources reported that Daredevil had been seen attempting to rescue children from a human trafficking ring but it had turned nasty leaving no survivors.

Your blood turned cold as you listened to the news and you called Matt more times than you could count before sighing and shoving your shoes on, making your way over to his apartment.

You were quiet as you entered the apartment, not wanting to wake him up if he had managed to fall asleep. You’d watched him over the last few days, watched as his movements became sluggish and it took a few calls of his name before his attentioned settled onto whoever was trying to talk to him.

As you stepped further into the apartment you frowned as you stayed the Daredevil suit discarded on the floor, obviously ripped off hastily like Matt couldn’t stand to be in it a second longer than he had to be. You walked over to it, picking it up and noticed the blood staining certain parts of it before you lay it over the back of the couch and listened.

You heard the sound of the shower running but under it you heard something else, something that sounded like…Matt was crying.

Your eyes widened as you walked over to stand in the doorway of the bathroom, the door had been left open slightly and you listened to the cries became louder frowning to yourself as you decided whether Matt would want you here or not but decided to throw caution to the wind as you walked further into the room.

You could see Matt’s head resting against the wall as water ran down his body, mixing with blood to turn the water red. His whole body looked tense as you used his arms to prop himself up against the wall and you could just about see tremors running through them, causing his shoulder blades to twitch.

Your frown turned into a sad smile as you slipped out of your shoes before you pulled your clothes off, not wanting to get them wet and knowing that afterwards you could slip into one of Matt’s shirts. It was a testament to just how tired he was when he didn’t acknowledge any of the small sounds you made, startling as your fingers brushed against his shoulder before you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly from behind.

“It’s not your fault.” You told him, the words muffled as they were spoke into his back but clear enough that he heard them, his body something going more tense that it had been before a sobbed brokenly made its way past his lips and you felt your heart ache, hating that you could do nothing but try to hold the man together as he fell a part.

Tears were washed away by the water pouring from the shower head and you didn’t know how long you stood there listening to Matt’s cries. They were the kind of cries that made anybody who heard them want to fall apart, filled with the heavy burden of the weight he carried, the impossible situations he found himself in. They were the kind of cries that went straight to your heart and you wanted to do anything you could to fix the situation, to take it away, take those cries away.

But you couldn’t, all you could do was be there for the man as he broke down, cursing and blaming himself as he ran through scenarios about how things could have been different, how if he made a different move here or there then those children would still be alive.

Matt didn’t consciously turned around but he found himself twisting around and burying his head in your shoulder and you didn’t hesitate as you brought your hand up to run it comfortingly through wet hair, keeping up your steady stream of reassurance, promising that he wasn’t to blame for the events of the night.

Matt listened to your voice letting it wash over him and soothe him without registering the words you were saying, he knew you were wrong, he could see every scenario where things could have been different but he also knew it was too late to go over what ifs.

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed.” You said softly once the water started turning cold, shutting it off and gently guiding Matt out of the shower, holding a towel out to him before drying him off yourself when he didn’t move.

You wrapped your arm in his and walked out of the bathroom, guiding him into the bedroom and sitting him down on the bed before making your way over to the closest and pulling out two pairs of underwear and a shirt for you to wear.

You made quick work of putting his clothes on yourself before you walked over to him, smiling as he held his hand out and got dressed.

“Lay down,” You ordered softly, pulling the blanket back and smiling sadly as he climbed in without a word. “Can I get you anything?” You asked him, watching as he shook his head before tugging the blanket down and gestured for you to lay down with him.

You quickly shifted and did as he asked, smiling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly against him. From the close you could hear his breathing, it was still shuddering and sounded like he was forcing tears down.

You let your fingers trace meaningless shapes against his stomach, avoiding the cuts that he had patched up and felt the tension begin to slowly ease from him as he relaxed enough to start to fall into a light sleep.

“Thank you for being here,” He murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to your head before he let himself give into sleep.

“Always, Matt.” You promised the sleeping man, determined to keep it as you cuddled closer to him, hating that he put so much pressure on himself, focusing solely on the bad things he could prevent rather than all the good things he did. You knew it was your job to remind him of those times when things got bad. “Always.”

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