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Save Me, Save You Series Masterlist

Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV)

Pairing: Savior!Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Era: Saviors War (S7/8)

Series Warnings: canon-typical violence, character deaths (canon), guns, blood/injuries, explicit language, sexual content. (Individual chapters will have warnings as well)

Summary: When a dangerous new community attacks, life in Alexandria gets turned upside down. In an attempt to protect your people, you volunteer to meet the bizarre demands of the new community's eccentric leader, including becoming his wife. But along the way, you meet an old community legend, who has fallen down a dark path. Will you be able to save him, your people, and yourself, or will you be lost in the struggle?

A/N: This series follows the events of Seasons 7 and 8, but there are some adjustments in the timing of events for pacing purposes.

The Sacrifice

The Sanctuary

The Engagement Party

The Interrogation

The Promise

The Wedding

The Honeymoon

The Attack

The Graves

The Punishment

The Rescue (coming soon!)

Warnings: Negan, slight innuendo, some angst in this one! You couldn't sleep. You sat awake by the low glow of your lantern, staring at the same page in your book. You rubbed your eyes and tried to refocus.

Tap tap.

You froze, straining your hearing. What the hell was th—

Tap tap tap.

It was slightly louder now. You reflexively turned and looked at the window and through the sheer curtains you could see the head and shoulders of a figure. "Jesus!" You jolted upright and groped for your knife.

Tap. "It's me. It's Negan."

"What the fuck?" you muttered, hurrying over to the window, throwing the curtains aside, and pulling the window open. You stared down at him, incredulous. "How the hell are you out?" you asked him in a harsh whisper.

"Good to see you too. Mind if I come in?" He didn't wait for an answer and heaved himself up on the window ledge and pulled himself through a bit awkwardly, spilling into your room.

You stumbled back, still staring at him, baffled.

He straightened up and smoothed his clothes. "That's better. How ya doin', doll?"

"Negan—"

"Wow," he said, looking around your bedroom with a smile on his face. "In your bedroom. It's like bein' in the Bat Cave," he joked. He wandered over to your dresser and grasped one of the pulls on the top drawer. "Dare I open?" he asked, his smirk growing. "Everyone keeps their naughty things in the top drawer right?"

"Negan—"

"Relax, doll, I'm only joking. Sort of..."

"I'll ask you again: how the fuck are you out of your cell?"

He slid his hands into his pockets. "Father Gabe is gettin' a little sloppy. He forgot to lock me in earlier when he stormed out—I guessed I pushed just the right button."

You swore under your breath and shut your eyes. "Well, c'mon. You're going back," you said, grabbing a sweater and pulling it on, then seizing the top drawer in your desk and grabbing a ring of keys. "Let's go," you demanded, looking at him seriously.

Negan didn't move and the smile on his face faded. "I have no intention of going back in that cell," he said. "Even for you."

Your heart was pounding. "I'll scream. Wake everyone up."

A small smile returned to his lips. "I don't think you will."

"I will..." But your voice wasn't convincing even to your own ears.

He paced over to you slowly. "I'm leaving. I just came here to tell you—actually to ask you... to come with me." Negan gently grabbed your hand and folded it between his, his thumb moving softly over the silkiness of the skin on the back of your hand.

You were frozen, looking up at him, unable to speak with your hand in his. You couldn't ignore the torrent of feelings and cascades of electricity crackling over your skin.

Negan looked down at your hand between his, an expression you'd never seen before on his face. "I don't deserve you, I know that," he said, "but I want you anyway." His gaze was unwavering.

Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes were wide as you met his hazel ones. You mind whirred. "I—I can't—" you said finally. You shook your head. "I can't leave Alexandria."

Negan's face fell, though he wasn't surprised by your answer. "Can't? Or won't?"

You gulped. "Both."

Negan gave you a sad smile and nodded. "Well—like I said, I know I don't deserve you." His eyes were suddenly glassy but he blinked it away and straightened up again after a moment, fixing that same smile on his face. "Take care of yourself, doll," he said. He clasped your face for a brief moment. Your lips parted slightly of their own accord. For a moment, you were sure he was going to kiss you, but he only pulled his hand away and ducked his head, turning to leave.

And you wondered if you'd ever see him again, and to your surprise, that thought left a hollow emptiness between your lungs...

Prompt: "I don't deserve you but I want you anyway."