Poe Dameron X Reader

Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: Sorry for yet another Poe fic, but I had this idea and needed to write it before I forgot it.

The day drags on with no word from your friend, Poe. He'd been sent on a mission to retrieve some information from the First Order, and no one's heard from him since. You feel the anxiety come on as the hours pass by. Finn and Rey take notice of how much you're worried and do their best to help.

"I'm sure he's fine, Y/N. Poe's pretty strong" Finn tells you. You sigh and sit down at the table with him and Rey, putting your head in your hands. "I know, I'm just worried about him. I don't want him to get hurt or captured" you say. Your two friends nod understandingly. Rey goes to speak but an alarm goes off, interrupting her. The three of you jump from your seats and rush to the hangar.

The rest of the base rushes to the hangar as well, making it hard to see what's going on. Eventually, you push to the front of the crowd, putting your hands on your hips and staring at the sky. A minute passes by before you see a familiar x-wing land in the hangar. Your shoulders drop in relief and your feet start moving before you can stop. Poe barely has time to prepare himself before you've launched yourself at him. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you, picking you up and spinning you around. You giggle and hold onto him tighter. He sets you down gently and puts his forehead against yours.

"I was worried about you" you whisper. He smiles gently and rubs your face gently with his thumb. "I told you I'd be fine, did I not?" You huff and roll your eyes. "Doesn't change the fact that I was worried" you grumble. He chuckles and you huff. The two of you cling to each other for another few minutes before finally pulling away. BB-8 nudges your leg, and you laugh, patting the droid a couple times.

You and Poe walk back to your shared quarters, hands intertwined with the others. BB-8 rolls behind the two of you, beeping happily. Happiness washes over you when you look at your boyfriend and his droid. You were glad he was back, safe and sound.

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Always Be Here|Bucky Barnes x Reader

A scream rips through your throat as you shoot forward. Your body is shaking and covered in a cold sweat. Your heart is beating fast, and your eyes are filled with unshed tears. A sob escapes your lips as you lay back down and curl into a ball. You hear your door open, but you don't make any effort to see who it is.

"Oh doll," you hear a familiar voice sigh. "B-bucky" you sob. He climbs into the bed with you and pulls you into his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close to him. "It's okay doll, I'm right here," he says softly. You hide your face in the crook of his neck and cling to him like your life depends on it. "Buck, I was so scared," you croak out. "I know doll, I'm here now. I'll always be here" he says before kissing your forehead.

Eventually, you calm down enough to talk normally. "I'm tired of these nightmares, Buck" you sigh. "They just don't seem to go away." Bucky looks at you with sympathetic eyes. "I know, sweetheart. I used to get them all the time, too. Have you talked to anyone about them?" You shake your head. You never wanted to bother anyone with your problems, so you always kept your nightmares to yourself. Bucky sighs and holds you tighter. "Oh doll, you need to talk to someone. Even if it's just me. I'll always be here for you."

The two of you stay like that for the rest of the night, and you eventually fall back asleep, with Bucky by your side, keeping the nightmares away.

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Daryl Dixon x Reader

The summer sun kissed your skin as you walked down the street, crossbow in your hands with an arrow loaded, ready to take down walkers or other humans if necessary. Nothing could be heard except the birds chirping, and gravel crunching beneath your feet. You then slow to a stop, and take out your canteen, taking a few sips of water, before continuing to wherever the hell you were going.

A few minutes passed and a motorcycle could be heard in the distance. You race to hid behind an abandoned car, not willing to be killed or kidnapped. The roar of the motorcycle got louder as it got closer to you. You put your finger on the trigger of your crossbow, ready to fire if needed.

Soon you heard the motorcycle come to a stop not far from the car you were hiding behind. Heavy footsteps were heard approaching the car you were behind. Soon a man popped out right in front of you, and you both quickly raised your crossbows, pointing directly at each other.

“Who are you?” The man asked, his crossbow still pointing at you. “Y/N, and you?” “Daryl Dixon” was his response. Slowly, you lowered your crossbow, realizing the man wasn’t gonna hurt you. If he was, he would’ve done it by now. Daryl also lowered his crossbow.

It was silent for a minute before he spoke up. “You got a group?” You shook your head no. It went silent again before he started asking questions. “How many walkers have you killed?” “Too many to count” “How many people have you killed?” “One” “Why?” “They uh, got bit and asked me too.” Darly nodded, pleased with your responses.

“I got a group not too far from here if you’d like to come.” You nodded, and followed him to his motorcycle. He hopped on first, you climbing on behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

The two of you took off not long after, heading towards what would become your new home.