Getting You Back

Getting You Back

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Febuwhump Prompt - Restrained

Prompt - "You just took the one thing I care most about away from me, that makes me very dangerous and it should make you very scared."

You kept your eyes trained on the floor as you were forced onto your knees, not daring to look up. You missed Dwight opening the van, missed as members of your group were forced out of it and onto their knees beside you. You didn’t look up, you couldn’t look up, not when Glenn called for Maggie, not as Maggie sobbed and Dwight shoved Glenn down.

You didn’t look up, not until Rick nudged you, then you turned to him and watched as he nodded ahead. You let out a sob as you saw a bloody Daryl on his knees, watching you with wide, scared eyes.

You went to stand, not giving a damn about the amount of guns trained on your group, not giving a damn about anything other than getting to Daryl but Sasha saw the move before you could make it and grabbed your arm. She held you tight enough to bruise but it kept you in place even as you fought against her, not taking your eyes off Daryl.

“Don’t.” She murmured to you, quietly but her tone was hard, knowing that one wrong move was all it would take for you to be killed.

You watched as Daryl shook his head, barely moving it but you caught it and a silent sob wracked your body as you sat heavily back on your knees, body shaking as you stared at him, pleading with him for something, anything.

“Let’s meet the man.” Simon said and your whole body tensed but you refused to look away from Daryl, desperately blinking away the tears.

A man, clad with a spiked baseball bat and a leather jacket stepped out of the RV with a smirk but you refused to look at him, eyes trained on Daryl who looked back at you like somehow his gaze alone could protect you.

“Pissing our pants yet?” The man asked and you scrunched your nose up, trying to hold back tears.

“Which one of you pricks is the leader?” He asked and both you and Daryl glanced away from each other for a second as you looked at Rick out of the corner of your eyes as Simon pointed him out.

You listened to Negan talk to Rick, hating everything about him as you knelt there, hating the sound of his voice but you also knew that if he was talking, he was distracting himself and not hurting any of you.

You could hear Rick’s shuddering breath as Negan told him the new rules, the cocky jackass demanding all of your supplies, letting Rick know exactly who was in charge and letting you all know that none of you were safe.

“You didn’t really think you were going to get through this without being punished, did you?” Negan asked and you felt your blood run cold at the words, eyes shifting from Daryl to the baseball bat he carried. “I’m gonna beat the holy hell out of one of you.” Negan warned as he stared at each of you, swinging the bat around as he introduced Lucille.

You heard Negan talk to Abraham and Carl and then he was crouched down in front of you and you could feel your heart threatening to beat right out your chest as he followed your gaze over to Daryl with a smirk before he took your chin in his hand and gently turned your face so you were looking at him.

You immediately lowered your gaze, looking at the floor instead of at him but still saw the way he smirked.

“You wanna pay attention?” He whispered into your ear, his smirk widening as you shivered. “That your boyfriend over there, that sonofabitch killed a hell of a lot of my men, maybe I should introduce him to Lucile.”

Negan grinned as your gaze snapped up to him, eyes narrowing into a glare as no words were needed to get your threat across, don’t touch him.

“Oh, I like you.” He laughed as he looked you up and down with an approving nod before he stood back up.

He moved onto Maggie after that, laughing as Glenn jumped for him only to be stopped by Dwight holding Daryl’s crossbow to his face. You watched as Negan let the man off with a warning, raising an eyebrow as a tear made its way down your face, certain that Glenn’s outburst would get him a one on one with Lucille.

Negan watched your face change as you looked at him and laughed before he warned the group against any more daring moves.

Your gaze shifted back to Daryl, seeking comfort in his scared eyes. Daryl looked right back at you, a warning in his eyes for you not to look away as Negan started whistling, fear coursing through your whole body as you nodded at him, hating that it felt like time was about to run out.

“I simply cannot decide.” Negan told you all and you hated that he was getting what he wanted as the tension and anxiety continued to consume you and you desperately wished to be by Daryl’s side. “I got an idea,” He said before the bat was pointed in Rick’s face, then Maggie’s, then Abraham’s, then Michonne’s.

Your heart stuttered as he pointed it at Daryl, using it to turn Daryl’s face away from you and letting it linger there before he moved onto Sasha, Aaron, Carl and then you, continuing down the line before he finally stopped, you and Daryl staring at each other with matching fear as tears slid down your face.

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy’s other eye out and feed it to his father and then we'll start.” He warned before he brought the bat down and people around you screamed.

You choked out a sob, feeling vomit burning your throat as you watched the bat continue to thud down on Abraham. You continued looking towards Daryl as the tears poured down your cheeks and Daryl swallowed heavily as he took in the scene, hearing the noises and Negan’s enjoyment.

It took everything in Daryl to stay knelt down, knowing there were too many guns trained on your group, knowing that Negan wouldn’t give him an opening to get to you, to get you as far away from him as possible. Right now Daryl would give anything for you to be back home.

Then Negan started grinning and laughing, waving the bloody bat around, first in Rosita’s face, then Michonne’s, then Maggie’s before he stopped at you. Daryl watched as the bloody bat was ran along your cheek, leaving a mix of Abraham’s blood and your own blood that poured from cuts as the barbed wire nicked your cheek.

That’s when Daryl couldn’t take it anymore, that’s when he jumped into action. He was up before anyone even realised, taking two big steps towards Negan and punching him in the face with a grunt before Negan’s men had him on the ground, you crying out as Negan stepped close to him, holding the bat out towards him.

Sasha caught you as you went to stand up, pulled you into her and held you tight as you struggled against her, listening to Negan laugh.

“Stop,” She muttered into your ear, “You’re going to get him killed.” She hated the bluntness of her words but they worked, you stopped struggling and she let you pull away from her, you leaning forward as you cried, your forehead resting on your knees.

“That is a no-no,” Negan exclaimed and you lifted your head slightly, watching him crouch down in front of Daryl, missing the looks Rick and Sasha shot at you, Sasha ready to catch you again knowing that if Negan made one move you’d be up.

She wasn’t going to let him kill you too.

You watched as two of Negan’s men pinned Daryl to the floor and it took everything in you to listen to Sasha, to stay still even though every bone in your body was screaming to move, screaming at you to kill Negan.

“Do you want me to do it?” You heard Dwight say, aiming the crossbow at Daryl’s head.

“No!” You yelled and Sasha barely caught you as you leapt up only to have her pull you back onto the floor.

Negan turned to look at you, grinned as he watched you struggling and fight against your friend and let out a chuckle as he gripped Daryl’s hair.

“Get your hands off him!” You shouted and Negan looked between the two of you before he told Dwight no, shooting you a smile as he did.

You listened to Daryl grunt but breathed a sigh of relief as he was dragged back into the line up.

“I told you people the first one was free, then what did I say, huh? I said I would shut that shit down! No exceptions.” Negan exclaimed but you weren’t listening to him, you pushed yourself away from Sasha again and she let you go, keeping a hold of your shirt as her blood ran cold at Negan’s words.

You ignored the man as you turned to Daryl, Daryl already looking over at you, panting with fear clear in his eyes. You forced yourself to smile at him, it was a terrible attempt as your lips wobbled and tears continued to flow down your face but you watched as some of the tension left him as he smiled back just as badly as yours had been.

Neither of you listened to Negan, not until the sound of the bat connecting with a skull sounded. Daryl’s head snapped over to Negan as did yours, all of you watching in horror as Glenn was killed before your eyes, listening as Maggie sobbed and none of you were able to do anything.

You had to look away, your gaze turning to Daryl who kept his eyes locked on Glenn’s body, flinching with every hit and you knew he was blaming himself. You sobbed as the urge to kill Negan spread through your body, looking away from Daryl and lowering your head and not listening as Negan began to speak again.

“Give me his axe.” Negan said to Simon and you watched as it was passed in front of your face, Negan staring down at Rick before he stood and pocketed the axe for himself before dragging Rick away into the RV.

“I’ll be back, maybe Rick’ll be with me.” He said as he left and you closed your eyes, more tears making their way down your face.

You didn’t know how much time had passed before the sound of the RV coming back drew everyone’s attention but you kept your eyes scrunched shut and head down, not able to look up as Negan and Rick left the RV.

“Get some guns to the back of their heads.” Negan said and that made you raise your head, looking straight ahead.

You took a deep breath and let your shoulders square up, sitting straighter and preparing yourself for what was to come. You glanced over to your right, forcing a smile as you saw Daryl already looking at you, guilt, fear and anger clear across his face.

“Not your fault.” You mouthed to him, watching him shake his head.

“Kid,” Negan said and you watched as he forced Carl over to him, watched as he strapped the belt to his arm and felt sick as Negan forced him to the ground and realised what he was going to do, listening as Rick pleaded with Negan.

You gasped as Negan demanded Rick choose between your lives or Carl’s left arm.

You looked away from the scene, looked towards Michonne before looking past her at Daryl who’s horror was reflected in his eyes.

“Look at me.” He said and you swallowed, not looking away from him as you listened to Rick hand himself over to Negan.

Daryl repeated the words to you, making sure your eyes stayed locked onto his even as he glanced back over to Rick watching as his best friend, his brother, sobbed, begged and pleaded with the bastard. Daryl’s eyes couldn’t keep watching the scene but he couldn’t look away either, his eyes darting from you back over to Rick and Negan every few seconds, shaking his head when you tried to look away just as Rick picked the axe up.

Daryl felt himself let out a breath of relief, tension leaving his body as Negan stopped him from cutting Carl’s arm off. He nodded over at you again and you felt yourself gasp breathlessly, nodding back at him.

“Dwight,” Negan said and Daryl glanced over to him watching as the bat was pointed at him, feeling his stomach drop and he glanced over to you, glad you missed the action as you did as he said, not taking your eyes off him.

“I love you.” He mouthed, watching as your eyebrows knitted together.

“I love you too.” You told him before Negan spoke words that turned your stomach cold.

“Load him up.”

At those words though your head shot over to Negan and saw exactly who he was talking about, not even getting a chance to react before Dwight was pulling Daryl up and throwing him into the back of the van he was brought in.

“No!” You yelled, standing up and running over to him, clawing at Dwight’s back, desperately trying to tug him away from Daryl, screaming and sobbing when you felt a hand grab the back of your shirt before you were thrown onto the floor.

“Get your damn hands off her!” You heard Daryl yell as Negan held you against the floor, roughly holding your hair and chuckling as you struggled against his knee on your back, trying to fight him off of you.

“You people just don’t learn do you?” He asked with a grin, “You really want me to kill another person?”

“Take me,” You begged him, still struggling against his hold despite the fact it was getting you nowhere.

“Best get your hands off her or I swear t’God-” Daryl was still shouting and Negan looked over to Dwight with a sharp look.

“Shut him up,” He said and chuckled as Daryl fell silent whereas you were still pleading with him, tears slipping down your face.

“Please, please, just take me. I’ll do whatever you want, just, just leave him alone, please, leave him alone, don’t take him.” Negan relaxed his grip on your hair, brushing it out of your face and watched you look up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

“Shit girl, you’re almost making me feel bad.” He smiled, his fingers trailing across your cheek. “I like you but I want him, he’s mine now.”

“No!” You yelled, still trying to get his weight off of you.

“Yes!” He shouted back, sick of the group now. “I cannot make these rules more simple, you do as I say, I say he’s mine you smile and say yes Negan. I already let your people off with one warning, do not test me today.”

You watched as the door slammed shut on Daryl’s face and you sobbed as he gestured for somebody to take his place, the man pointing a gun at you as you turned around you were on your back and glared up at Negan.

“Want to try something else?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, “And the answer to that better be no because if one more person forgets my rules I’m going to start cutting pieces off…” Here Negan trailed off, looking towards his second in command. “Hell’s his name?” He asked and you felt anger burn inside of you as you sat up, trying to calculate if you could snatch the gun out of the man’s hand and kill Negan before somebody shot you.

From behind him you saw Michonne shaking her head at you, pleading with you to just let Negan do as he pleased.

“Daryl.” Simon said after a pause and you turned away from Michonne to glare at him.

“Wow, that actually sounds right.” He chuckled and crouched down next to you again, locking eyes with Rick as he spoke, “I will cut pieces off of Daryl and put them on your doorstep or better yet I’ll bring him to you and have you do it for me.”

He turned his head towards you and gave you a grin before he leaned in close, whispering words meant only for you.

“Now I have a feeling you aren’t going to follow my rules so let me be very clear, I will not hesitate to hurt him, you make one move I don’t approve of, his death is on your hands.” He smiled as you turned to face him, so close to each other and he could see the hatred clear as day in your eyes as everybody watched you.

“Go to hell you bastard.” You whispered back, hearing your group gasp and cry as they expected Negan to retaliate.

“I like you.” He repeated with a smile, patting your cheek and standing you.

“I’m gonna leave you a truck.” He told you all, “We’ll be back for our first offering in a week until then,” Negan waved a hand at you all and you could do nothing but watch as they all left, your eyes not leaving the van that held Daryl.

You were going to get him back.

You had too.

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After All This Time

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Febuwhump Prompt - Presumed Dead

Prompt - “I truly believe soulmates will always end up together. You lose each other to just find each other again...that's how you know someone's meant for you.”

You ran into the first building you came across after running through the woods for what felt like hours, slamming the door shut as your breath came out in pants and your sides burnt. It should have been a simple run, your group was running low on food and medical supplies so you and Daryl offered to go and scavenge whatever you could find, something you’d done a hundred times together at this point, always without major incident.

Today, however, something had gone wrong. Everything happened too fast for you to keep track of, one second Daryl’s hand was in yours, dragging you away from the door that opened to let out a flood of walkers and then the next the two of you had been separated, you screaming his name as you took down walker after walker before they overwhelmed you and you had to get out of there.

It seemed the noise had attracted other walkers who came out of the woods and they just seemed to keep appearing as you were forced further and further away from Daryl, getting completely disoriented and having no clue as to which way was home.

From there days passed as you tried to find your way back, becoming hungry and dehydrated as you desperately tried to get home but the woods were too large, too confusing and you weren’t nearly as good with finding your way around them as Daryl was, wishing you’d paid attention as your boyfriend insisted to teach you basic survival skills.

As more days went by you couldn’t stop your thoughts screaming that you had lost Daryl, you’d never see him again. You hated the sinking feeling in your stomach as you began to believe them, hating that you were giving up so easily and shook your head, desperately forcing those thoughts away, trying desperately not to focus on them.

I’m going to find him.

But then a week passed and another week and you found yourself still alone, no sign of any life as you passed through the woods, stopping at every building you passed to grab supplies to keep you going even though you were barely standing, sleep not coming easily as you dreams were plagued with Daryl who was usual the most comforting presence in your life, now the dreams turned your blood cold.

You entered another building, wincing as you put too much pressure against your injured ankle that you had twisted a day or two ago fleeing walkers. A noise from the distance had you pausing and tilting your head in an attempt to hear better but you didn’t hear it again. Still you raised your knife, ready to attack as you walked further into the building, rounding the corner and jumping, knife already moving as you came face to face with a tall man.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy, I’m not here to hurt you.” The man said, grabbing your wrist to stop the knife plunging into him but his grip wasn’t tight and you were able to pull yourself away taking a step back from him and keeping your knife between the two of you.

“You look like shit.” He told you, smiling softly at you as to lessen the bluntness of his words. He couldn’t help but smile wider at the glare he received. “You alone?” He asked and you hesitated before you answered his question.

“Yes.” You told him, watching as he winced at how dry your throat sounded.

The man rummaged through a bag and pulled out a fresh bottle of water, reaching over slowly to hold it out to you, making sure you could see his every move. You hesitated again but the need for water was unbearable, you’d gotten too used to the luxury of food and water at your camp and now that you were alone…

“Thank you.” You said softly, unscrewing the lid and downing half the bottle in just a few sips, missing how the man looked at you, clearly intrigued by you.

“How long have you been on your own?” He asked, taking a seat on one of the chairs and kicking one out for you, watching as you looked from him to it before sitting on the edge of it, looking ready to flee any second.

“A few weeks.” He raised his eyebrows at you questioningly but didn’t ask as he saw you push back tears.

“I’m sorry to hear it.” He told you, sounding sincere. “I have a place, not too far from here, it’s safe, we’ve got plenty of food and water, a warm bed. I’d be more than happy to show you.” He smiled at you as he watched you eyed him with suspicion and raised his hands non threateningly towards you. “No strings attached, you leave when you want, I promise.”

You continued to observe him for a few more moments, the man letting you, saying nothing as the silence stretched between you before you finally nodded. You had no idea which way was home right now and it wouldn’t hurt to have somewhere safe to turn to as you continued to search for Daryl.

“Great,” The man exclaimed, a wide, friendly smile spread across his face as he held a hand out towards you. “I’m Negan.”

Months passed without you seeing a single sign of Daryl and you grew worse and worse as each day passed.

Negan had made good on his promise, allowing you to come to and from the Sanctuary, offering you access to the vehicles he had stored away and eventually the two of you drifted closer to one another. Eventually Negan began riding along with you each took turns driving miles out in hopes of finding something.

“So what is it about this guy, huh?” Negan asked you one day as he drove towards the newest location you’d found, feeling your hope lessen with every trip.

“I love him.” You told Negan simply because there was nothing else to it, that was the beginning and the end of it.

“Yeah but c’mon, Y/N/N, the way you talk about this guy, you knew him before the world went to shit right? What was it, high school sweethearts?” He guessed, recalling the fond way you spoke about him, the way a person would speak about somebody they’d known for years, when they felt they knew everything about each other. He also remembered the soft look that appeared on your face whenever you spoke about him and how heartbroken you’d looked the one and only time Negan gently brought up the idea that he could be dead.

“No,” You told him with a soft laugh, shaking your head as you spoke, “No, we met not too long after everything happened. He saved my life and brought me back to the group. It took a while but he finally warmed up to me and we’ve been together ever since.”

Silence filled the car after that as Negan realised just how much Daryl meant to you, realised good things could happen at the end of the world but it was with a heavy heart the two of you left the next location empty handed, no closer to finding Daryl than you'd had been before.

“I liked it better when it was just the three of us,” You groaned as you collapsed onto the sofa Negan occupied, Simon sitting in the arm chair laughing at your comment. It had taken years to build up the Sanctuary but now it stood tall and strong and Negan was always ready to defend your home.

You’d spent the whole day running back and forth as a new group tried to fight against you. Negan had finally had enough and now you were helping prepare for action, though you wouldn’t actually be allowed to join as Negan had requested you stay at the Sanctuary.

You were glad of the request though because as much as you hated that another group was challenging yours, you also weren’t the biggest fan of watching Negan assert his dominance. After bringing you with him twice Negan had decided against bringing you along to any more recruitments.

“You good here?” He asked as he stood outside the RV, smiling back at you as you smiled brightly up at him.

“Of course.” You told him and leaned into his touch as he cupped your cheek.

“Attagirl,” He grinned, patting your cheek and making his way in the RV and you watched them leave before heading back inside, still plenty of work to be done in Negan’s absence.

Negan liked this group of people, they had balls and that meant he got to show them who was in charge. He took great delight in watching Rick’s face as he forced one of his men into the van.

“I like him,” Negan said into Rick’s ear, loving the way his jaw clenched as realisation set in that he was no longer in charge, “He’s mine now.” He grinned before speaking louder so everybody could hear him. “If one more person thinks they can ignore my rules, I’m going to start cutting pieces off…” Negan paused, tilting his head towards Simon. “Hell’s his name?” He could feel the anger from the group and it only made it smirk, now you know who’s in charge.

“Daryl.” Simon told him and Negan paused for a second, raising an eyebrow at Simon who just shrugged back at him.

Hell no, Negan thought to himself, there was no way in hell this was your Daryl. It had been years since you were separated from your group but you still searched for him, Negan knew you missed him everyday, despite the fact that more years had passed than you had had with the man.

There was no way this Daryl was your Daryl, your Daryl was a man long since passed, nothing but a memory, alive only in your head.

“I will cut pieces off of Daryl and put them on your doorstep or better yet I’ll bring him to you and have you do it for me.” He forced himself to speak as he glanced to Simon once more, the other man's thoughts echoing Negan’s.

He was going to be in the shit house if these people were your old group, if he had just taken your Daryl as a hostage.

You heard the sound of vehicles rolling up outside the Sanctuary and made your way onto the balcony, watching as Negan’s people flooded through the doors, smiling as you saw the man himself before it turned into a grimace as you looked at the bloody bat in his hand.

You made your way down the stairs, catching Negan’s eyes immediately and he looked almost guilty, it was a look you couldn’t ever recall seeing on the man's face and stepped closer to him, not speaking until you were in arms reach.

“What happened?” You asked him softly, watching as he lifted a hand towards the open door before the world around you seemed to freeze.

You watched as Dwight and Simon held a struggling Daryl between them, his eyes not looking away from his captors as you stared at him. You felt Negan catch you as your legs turned to jelly, your eyes instantly filled with tears as a hand came up to try and suppress the sobs that escaped you but you couldn’t, not even noticing when people watched you as your sobs echoed throughout the room.

You watched as Daryl paused in Dwight and Simon’s hold, watched as his head whipped around to the sound of crying before he too lost his footing, Simon easily catching him and holding him up.

You swallowed against the lump in your throat as your mouth opened and closed a few times, not quite knowing what to say.

“Y/N,” Daryl breathed your name and it was like the world began moving again as you ran across the room and crashed into his arms, Daryl caught you easily as Simon let go of him.

You wrapped your arms around Daryl’s torso as he wrapped his own around you, the two of you a sobbing mess as you realised this was real and not some terrible dream that would leave you cold and empty.

“I thought you were dead.” He whispered into your hair, “I looked for ya, never stopped lookin’.”

“Me too,” You told him, nodding against his chest, “People told me you were probably dead but I know you.”

“Can’t believe I found you after all this time.” He whispered, pulling back far enough so that he could look down at you, pressing your foreheads together as he watched you smile at him shakily. “The hell you doin’ with this bastard?”

“He saved me,” You sniffed, hand reaching up to cup his cheek, brushing tears away only for them to be replaced a second later. Disbelief ran through you because somehow, somehow, you had managed to find him despite the years apart, despite the odds being against you, you were here in Daryl’s arms. “When we got- that day, I couldn’t find you and they just kept coming. I was on my own for weeks when Negan found me and offered me a place to stay, offered to help me find you.”

“I don’t care ‘bout him right now,” Daryl told you cupping your cheek and leaning down to brush your lips together, “so glad to see you again,” He whispered, leaning back in a placing another soft, barely there kiss upon your lips and you smiled before pulling him down properly and slotting your lips together.

Even after years apart the two of you moved with each other like you hadn’t missed a single day. The kiss was familiar and new, it was breathtaking and hungry, desperately trying to convey all the words that could not be said and make up for all the time missed.

The two of you pulled away, panting for breath and Daryl wiped a tear that slid down your face causing you to laugh softly.

“I never stopped looking for you.” He repeated again, this time more urgently because he needed, he needed, you to know that. He needed you to know that not a day went by he didn’t think about you, didn’t mourn you.

“I never stopped looking for you either.” You told him, your tone softer than he had spoken but your eyes shone with so much honestly that Daryl couldn’t resist leaning down and capturing your lips against his.

He’d deal with Negan later, deal with what you being a part of their group meant, he’d deal with all that later. Right now his only focus was you, beautiful, amazing, alive you and nothing, not even Negan and his bloody bat could drag him away from you.

“Shit, I missed you so damn much,” He murmured against your lips, loving that he could feel you smile against his own and knew he would never let you go again, his girl was back from the dead and he did not intend to waste his second chance.

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Hey

Just wanted to say “I’m Right Here” Daryl oneshot was honestly one of the best oneshots I read about Daryl (And I read alot of Daryl oneshots)

That slow burn and fluff and flirting..everything was so good + it was long🥰

Keep the good work

Hey!! omg thank you so much😭 this literally means so much to me, i'm so, so glad you enjoyed it!! I was super unsure about that one but hearing this makes me so happy!!

thank you!!!🥰💜💜

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Febuwhump Prompt - Too Weak to Move

Prompt - "I'll be here."

You let out a soft whine as you tried to sit up, struggling against the pain in your head and the way the world seemed to spin like you were on a ride at a fair. You had to pause and swallow against the sudden feeling of sickness that threatened to come up, collapsing back down as sweat pooled against your forehead.

Around you you could hear the sounds of people shouting and grunting and gunshots from somewhere around you but your ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton wool, making the fight seem like it was somewhere way off in the distance rather than happening around you.

You knew you should open your eyes, knew that keeping them closed was a bad idea and that if you fell asleep the chances of you waking back up weren’t great but you just couldn’t. You tried to force them open, focused on nothing else but opening your eyes but they refused to cooperate and so you gave up, desperately wishing you were back in a warm bed as your blood ran cold and you felt yourself getting weaker and weaker with every breath.

The pain in your head was unbearable, the bullet had skimmed directly across your temple, all the way through your hair, leaving you with a deep, bloody line. You could feel the blood pouring from the wound and knew you needed help soon but the last time you’d seen Frank he was on the opposite side of the room taking on at least six gang members, leaving you to deal with the other four.

And you had dealt with them, you killed three of them easily but missed the fourth one who snuck away before getting a shot in. You’d cried out in pain as you felt the bullet skim the side of your head but didn’t react more than that as you aimed your gun at him, killing him before you fell to the floor yourself and pulled yourself behind one of the large crates for cover.

You tried to move again but it was no use, your body refused to listen to you and you were left slumped there, hoping Frank dealt with the others quickly.

You felt yourself swimming in and out of consciousness and by the time gunshots stopped and the only sound filling the room was Frank’s panting, you were losing hold of any consciousness you had.

“Y/N?” Frank called out and you tried to lift your hand but it refused to cooperate, you tried to call back to him but it was like your throat had closed up and all you could do was let out a weak sounding groan.

Thankfully, despite the quietness of it, Frank heard you and his head snapped in your direction as he quickly made his way over to you, falling onto his knees with a soft curse. You felt his fingers on your face, felt them brush just below the wound before he moved your head to the side and traced the length of it causing you to let out a soft cry.

“Sorry baby,” he muttered softly, trying to come up with a plan, knowing he couldn’t just walk into a hospital, knowing you couldn’t go into a hospital. He let out another curse and rooted through his pocket, pulling up his contacts and finding the R section, knowing that he had no other choice and Daredevil had a nurse.

“Hello?” Red answered the phone after two rings and Frank huffed out a relieved breath.

“It’s me,” He said into the phone, keeping his attention on you and patting your cheek softly. “Hey, don’t fall asleep, ya hear me?” He said to you and you managed a weak groan.

“What happened?” Red asked and Frank knew he could probably hear you using whatever heightened senses he had.

“I need your nurse friend, it’s Midnight,” Frank told him, rolling his eyes at the nickname the media had given you, The Punisher and Midnight join forces…, you managed a weak, barely there chuckle just knowing Frank’s reaction to having to use that name. “She’s hurt and I can’t move her.”

“I’ll call Claire, where are you?”

You listened as Frank told Red where the two of you were and hoped like hell his nurse friend would get here soon enough because you weren't sure how much longer you could fight against slipping into unconsciousness.

“Hey, you still with me?” Frank asked as he hung up the phone, hand cupping your face and you desperately wanted to lean into the touch, getting more and more frustrated at your inability to move.

Somehow you managed another groan and Frank frowned down at you, brushing his thumb across your closed eyelid and wishing he could do something to help. He hated feeling useless, especially when it came to you and if anything happened to you it’d be on him. He should have realised something was wrong sooner and silently cursed himself as he looked at your bloody head.

You felt consciousness slipping further and further away, barely awake when you heard the door to the warehouse open, the noise echoing loudly through the room and cutting Frank’s soft, reassuring murmurings off. You felt him tense and heard his hand rest of his gun before a woman’s voice sounded through the room.

“Hello? I’m Claire, Daredevil said you needed help.” You didn’t need to see Frank, you knew he deflated as he realised there was no new threat, just somebody there to help.

“Over here!” He called, raising an arm for her to see him behind the crates.

You tried to let out a whine but found you couldn’t even make noises anymore as your body became heavier with exhaustion.

Frank watched the nurses every move and Claire made sure to keep her movements clear as she knelt down next to you, wincing as she looked at the wound, noticing how you didn’t flinch or make a noise as she poked at it with gloved hands.

“Is she awake?” You heard her ask Frank and you tried to make a noise, tried to twitch a finger but you couldn’t. Fear flowed through you as you desperately tried to do something but just continued to lay there, motionless.

“Hey Y/N/N, come on, wake up.” Frank pleaded with you, pale faced and feeling his own fear run through his veins as he turned to glare over at the nurse, the threat clear in his eyes of what would happen if you didn’t make it.

“She needs to be in a hospital.” Claire told him as she started rummaging through her bag.

No hospital, you tried to say but of course no words came out.

“No hospital.” Frank snapped at her for you and you smiled to yourself even if your lips didn’t move an inch. “Help her.”

“I’ll do what I can,” Claire promised, getting to work on cleaning the wound, “But I can make any promises and I need you to keep a clear head.”

Frank glared at her but didn’t say anything, just took your hand in his, willing you to move, to feel your fingers tighten against his. He felt tears prick at his eyes when you lay frozen but didn’t let them fall because you were going to be ok, you had to be ok.

“Come on, Y/N/N,” Frank muttered and you winced sharply as you felt the needle against the side of your head, though again you showed no outward reaction. “You gotta wake up, ya hear me. Ya can’t leave me on my own, not after you wormed ya way into my life.” You heard Frank let out a wet chuckle and smiled in your head as you thought back to how much effort it had taken before Frank finally accepted that you were a part of his life no matter how much he glared, grumbled and snapped at you. “If you die, I’ll bring you back and kill you myself.”

You felt the laughter and sob that mixed together inside your head but knew that you hadn’t moved and you hated it. You wanted to open your eyes, wanted to assure Frank that you were still alive and he was still stuck with you but you were too weak to do anything.

“Why isn’t she moving?” Frank choked out, looking at the nurse who was smiling at his words.

“She’s weak, she lost a lot of blood.” Claire told him, keeping her eyes on your wound and the needle in her hand.

“She gonna be alright?”  You heard him ask her and felt your heart stutter as she took a second too long to answer.

“No promises remember.” She said instead and you could practically feel the glare Frank shot at her before you felt the exhaust pull heavily at you and you ended up losing the fight to stay awake, falling into a heavy sleep.

You slept for a long time, deep enough that you didn’t feel the remaining tugs and pulls of the needle knitting you back together, didn’t feel Frank pick you up as gently as he could. You didn’t register any of the slow ride home or Frank carrying you into his apartment, placing you softly on the bed and crawling in next to you.

You didn’t know how much time had passed since the warehouse but felt pain in the side of your head causing you to let out a loud groan before you paused because finally you could make a sound again.

“Y/N/N?” You heard Frank say next to you and you turned your head, happiness and relief flooding through you as you let out a huff of laughter because you were moving again. Frank grinned over at you and it was the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen as you opened your eyes, weakly lifting your hand and cupping his cheek.

“There she is.” Frank said softly and you couldn’t help but laugh again as you traced his lips with your thumb.

“Hi.” You croaked out, wincing at the dryness of your voice.

Frank sat up causing you to pout up at him at the loss of contact but he kept smiling down at you as he helped you sit up, pausing when you winced before he grabbed a glass of water from the night stand and held it to your lips.

“You ever do that shit again, I’ll kill ya myself.” Frank promised as he sat next to you and you smiled up at him, leaning your head against his chest and cuddling into him, your smile softening as he wrapped his arm around you and let his fingers draw random shapes into your skin.

“I promise not to get shot in the head again.” You told him, fully hoping you could keep that promise but you weren’t going to hold your breath.

“Damn right you won’t.” Frank grumbled out, pressing a kiss against your hair. “How you feeling?”

“Tired.” You told him honestly, the pain in your head was still there but all you wanted to do was fall back asleep.

“She sleeps for four days and she’s still tired.” Frank laughed and then softened his voice as he shifted to make you more comfortable, so overwhelmed with relief that you were ok. “Go back to sleep, baby.”

“Stay?” You whispered against his chest as you felt your eyes fall shut on their own.

“I ain’t going anywhere.” He promised, keeping his voice low and soft, causing you to smile and the feeling of him pressing a kiss to your head was the last thing you felt before you drifted off to sleep, safe in the arms of Frank Castle.

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Febuwhump Prompt - Forced to Watch

Prompt - ‘Believe me, if I could take your place I would do it without a second thought.’

The basement was dark and cold, every bone in your body ached and blood poured out of open wounds, you could feel some slip down your face from where your head had been smashed against the floor. You were certain your leg was broken, the hammer connecting with it more times than you could count as you sobbed and screamed, your throat sore after hours of screaming.

The unsub cackled from somewhere above you as he let his boots connect with your ribs again and again. You knew they were broken too, could feel the pain as you breathed in, a rib poking into something it shouldn’t as you continued to cry out in pain.

You knew Spencer was in the room somewhere but you refused to look at him, you couldn’t look at him. You knew it would feel worse if you looked at him, your pain would be mirrored on his face and you couldn’t…you just couldn’t.

It should have been a simple visit to question somebody who may have come into contact with the unsub and instead you’d stumbled across the unsub himself, a man neither you nor your team has suspected.

The man, a man in his mid thirties, had been taking couples, snatching two people easily in broad daylight, keeping them for a day and dumping the bodies at night in public places. The women were always the worst, naked and tortured whilst the man remained fully clothed and killed by a single gunshot wound to the head.

You knew the men had been forced to watch whatever torture the unsub inflicted on the women but living through it yourself was worse than whatever you had imagined at the first crime scene.

Could they not look at their partners too or did they seek their gaze, seek comfort and false hope from it?

You couldn’t look at Spencer, you couldn’t watch as he watched you, watch as his emotions played out clearly on his face as you continued to take the full force of the man’s rage. Spencer had tried to direct the man’s anger and attention to him, desperately had tried to be the one getting tortured but you’d shook your head at him because, despite the absolute pain and agony you were in, Spencer had been through too damn much and you were not letting him get tortured for you.

God, where the hell was Hotch?

You and Spencer had been gone for what felt like hours, surely somebody must have realised you were gone by now, surely somebody must have pieced together who the unsub was. Yet you heard no movement in the house, no sirens from outside, nothing but the sounds of your own screams and cries as the unsub brought a knife up to your skin and dug it in before dragging it to create a deep wound that blood freely poured from.

“Stop!” Spencer yelled and you could hear his cries, the desperation in his voice. You could hear the clatter of his handcuffs against the metal post he was tied to, as he tried to free himself without success. “Please, just stop! Leave her alone!”

Spencer’s begs and pleads seemed to do nothing to deter the unsub, if anything it seemed to please him, seemed to make him slice harder, kick harder and each time he did you let out more and more cries, choking as you struggled for breath, desperately praying that somebody would hurry up and figure it out.

Some of the best profilers in the damn country and they can’t piece this together.

You don’t know how long the next round of kicks and slices went on for but eventually the lightheadedness from the blood loss became too much and you let your eyes fall closed, the last thing you heard was Spencer’s desperate cries for you to wake up.

The annoying sound of a steady heart monitor was the first thing you heard when you finally became conscious again, keeping your eyes closed, not quite ready to face the real world again just yet.

“-uld have taken your place. Never wanted you to have to go through that, I always wanted to keep you safe and I couldn’t do anything, Y/N, I tried to but I couldn’t, I couldn’t…” The voice trailed off with a sob and you felt tears against your hand.

Spencer was here.

Relief flooded your system, if Spencer was here then he didn’t have his own hospital room and that meant he was safe, it meant that somebody had finally pieced together where you were and it meant you were safe.

“Y/N.” Spencer said softly, sitting up and quickly wiping the tears from his face before he brushed away the single tear that made its way down yours. “You’re ok, you’re safe.” He assured you and you pulled him closer until he was sitting next to you, his arm gently laying across your shoulder and your head resting against his chest.

“What happened?” You asked, voice sore and hoarse from screaming causing Spencer to wince and grab something from the table before a straw was held in front of your lips.

You smiled gratefully up at him before finishing the glass in just a few sips, relaxing even more as your throat felt slightly better with the cold water.

“The unsub left two bodies before we went to see him,” Spencer told you, his hand tracing random shapes against your skin as he spoke softly, “It’s why it took them so long to realise we hadn’t come back yet. It wasn’t long after you passed out that they came.”

“You okay?” You asked him, keeping your voice as quiet as possible so that it didn’t burn your throat.

“Am I-” Spencer began but cut himself off with a huff of disbelief, “You were just tortured and you’re asking me if I’m ok?” He couldn’t help but smile as you nodded against him, turning your head slightly to press a kiss against his shirt. “I’m okay, Y/N/N.”

“Good.” You muttered, suddenly feeling exhausted.

“I’m so sorry I let you get hurt.” Spencer whispered against your hair just as you were drifting off and you knew he probably thought you had already fallen asleep but you dragged your eyes open and pulled back from him so you could look up and meet his gaze.

“None of this is your fault, trust me I know if you could, you would have taken every single punch, kick and slice.” You told him, tone soft but leaving no wrong for arguments but Spencer still did so.

“I just watched-” He began but you cut him off.

“No, you didn’t.” You told him, shaking your head as you did, “You were restrained and that man doesn’t target other men, he got off on them being powerless, trust me there was nothing you could have done.”

“I wish it was me.” He whispered the confession but you already knew that, you knew if he had a choice everytime something bad happened, you just knew he’d have it inflicted upon himself before he let it happen to you.

“I’m glad it wasn’t.” You whispered back before you leaned up, meeting his lips for a soft kiss, feeling Spencer hesitate for only half a second before he kissed back, cupping your cheek softly, weary of the line of stitches that went from the top of your forehead down to your temple, stopping just above your cheekbone.

“I’m glad it wasn’t,” You whispered again, leaning back in to brush your lips against his one more time, watching as Spencer smiled down at you and nodded.

“You should get some rest.” He murmured, pulling away and positioning you back against  his chest as he brushed his hand against your arm using the hand around your shoulder.

“I love you, Spenc.” You told him, voice soft and drowsy as you let your eyes fall shut once more, already half asleep and missing the smile that spread against Spencer’s face, completely in love with you.

“I love you too,” He said softly, placing a lingering kiss on your head, “so much.”

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