~IMPORTANT PLEASE READ! Hey there fellow readers. I'm Kass. I won't have many A/N's so this will be the longest. Ive had to change this story for xreader to OC just for this site. This a Walking Dead fanfiction about Daryl Dixon. I'm gonna warn you now. This story is rated R for a reason. There will be gore, language, and later on, some smut. This story has a hermaphrodite as the main character; a person with both male and female parts, even though he looks more male than female. I have warned you so no complaining. This story will follow the TV series, but there will be changes. I am not going to re-watch every episode just to get the dialog accurate. Screw that. It will be similar. This is my way, my version. It will go the way I want it to. I do not own TWD. There. I said it and I'm not gonna say it again. Have fun reading and please leave reviews XP~
Chapter 1- Arrival
A young man glared at nothing in particular as he scrubbed at his clothes in the river. He was covered in filth. Dirt, blood, and sweat coated his pale skin. The only clothing on his body were his black underwear. He was small, about 5'5 and weighing at least 115 pounds due to lack of food. Tattoos covering parts of his body here and there.
As he bent over to lay his clothes out to dry, thick, fancy lettering was uncovered low on his back. 'D.D Forever' in black ink could be read easily.
He sighed and moved into the water and began to scrub himself clean. He ducked under the water and scrubbed furiously at his scalp to get rid of any evidence of blood and dirt in the raven strands. He broke the surface and stared down at his reflection on the water's surface.
He barely recognized himself anymore. The green eyes that were once shining and full of life were dull and tired looking. His lips were frowning, and all his hair was shaggy and getting long. Now it went just past his chin, parted so that it doesn't look like he has a part.
He had kept most of his piercings in. His ears had horseshoes going all the way up, his eyebrow was pierced, along with his nose and belly button. He had chosen to remove his lip studs, and he was also covered in tattoos.
He moved out of the water and sat by his 9mm silencer. In his hands, he played with a rather large looking hunting knife, a gift He got on his 23rd birthday. That was only two years ago. He got up and moved over to where his things were. He watched as a small boy stared back at him as he moved closer. He smiled and gently stroked his hair back, loving the way the soft, dirty blonde locks felt, before moving over to his backpack.
The forest was silent. Not a bird or cricket could be heard. He slipped on the slightly damp black jeans. He pulled his leather belt out of his pack and slip it into place around his hips.
He placed the hunting knife into a sheath and clipped it to his belt along with his handgun. He smiled and moved to the tank top that he also just washed and slid that on. He reached back into his bag and felt around until his fingers brushed over leather.
He pulled out a dark, sleeveless vest and ran his fingers over the angel wings on the back of it. He smiled sadly and put it on over the tank. There he was. Ever so tiny and looking like a teenage boy. He use to always get bullied for looking so pretty. He got called a girl more times than he could count, and they we're not far off. Hell, he was often mistaken for a girl, especially when he wore make up. Now a days though, it was a little more obvious that he was a boy, even if he had some things that are not considered to be a part of a boy. Surgery was just too damn expensive to get rid of those parts, so he kept them, they were all internal anyways. His partner didn't mind and that is all that mattered to him.
The man sat down on the ground and slid socks onto his feet, followed by black combat boots. He really loved the color black and steel blue. He softly whistled out a tune as he finished getting dressed before gathering the boy up into his arms and reminding him to be quiet.
He swung his backpack over his shoulders and smiled sadly again to himself. He gripped his stomach with one hand as it growled, making sure he had a firm grip on the boy's hand. He really needed food. He hasn't eaten in days. His baby needed to eat too. He gives most of the food he did find to the small boy.
They moved as quickly and as silent as possible through the forest, the older male watching they're back the whole time. It was just starting to get dark out. He needed to find a nice tree for them to sleep in. No way were they making it back to the jeep tonight.
They had to keep moving, and they were making great progress until he ran into some sort of wire. A loud rattling noise sounded, and he tripped and somehow got tangled up in the wire. He had managed to cover the boy and protect him from the fall. He clung onto him as he tried to free himself, making a lot of noise in the process. The wire had fucking cans attached to it!
A bright light suddenly hit his face and he flinched backward into the dirt more. He froze as hands turned him to face the light even more. "It's just a boy." A man's voice said as they tried to help get the wire off of him. He saw something reflect from the light hitting it and he froze in terror. It was a knife.
He began to struggle as the man tried to calm him down. "Hey, hey now. We aren't gonna hurt you. I'm just gonna cut you loose." He stopped struggling and nodded stiffly. Once he was free, he looked up at the men from the hard ground.
"Thank you." He mumbled out as he watched the man that helped him get free, and the man with the flashlight. The man that helped him smiled warmly and held his hand out to him. "Your very welcome. I'm Rick Grimes. Are you alone?"
"My names Avery. And sort of." He smiled up at him, but he just frowned a bit.
"Sort of?"
Avery nodded and moved his arms to look over the boy clinging to his chest. He seemed fine. His boy snuggled up to him as he hid his face from the strangers.
"This is my son. His name is Eren." He looked up at Rick. "Please Rick, can we stay? Or at least have some food? We will be gone right afterwards. We haven't eaten in days." He begged.
Rick's eyes softened and nodded. "You guys are welcome to stay. We wouldn't turn down a father and his son.
Avery smiled widely and thanked him. Rick motioned for Avery to follow him and the man with the flashlight. He led him to a large camp site. A woman named Lori, who he learned was Ricks wife, gave them some beans. Once again, he fed Eren before feeding himself.
He was introduced to almost everyone. He liked Rick and Glenn the most. Glenn was an Asian boy around his age who had found him along with Rick. Avery liked to call him flashlight boy. Glenn smiled at him as he threw a paper plate into the fire pit. Those beans were delicious.
"So, Avery. How old are you?" Glenn asked as he sat next to Avery. He chuckled and answered in a quiet voice. '25'
Everyone near the fire either had their mouths hanging open or were choking on dinner or their drinks.
Lori was the first to say anything. "Your only 25 and you already have a son that old?!" She asked in shock. "How old is he anyways?"
The young man chuckled and looked down at his son. He was sleeping again, snuggled up into his belly. "He just turned eight about three weeks before shit came down. We had him when I was seventeen."
Lori looked at Eren and frowned softly. "He's so small..." Everyone knew what she was thinking. They both looked too small. They were probably starving before tonight.
"Where's the mother? If you don't mind me asking." Rick asked.
Avery chewed on his bottom lip. That was the thing. He was the mother. Neither he, nor his husband and doctor understood how. Hermaphrodites are supposed to be infertile. It figures the one time he and his husband tried something new, he got knocked up. It wasn't supposed to be possible, but he had gotten pregnant and when the time came, had a c-section. He would probably die if he tried to give birth naturally, he was just too small for that, not to mention, pushing a baby out his ass just wouldn't work the same was it would if he had a vagina.
He looked down sadly at his son. "I don't know. We got separated."
Everyone grew quiet as Avery grieved. Glenn patted his shoulder. "Sorry man."
Avery shook his head and stood up. "I'm exhausted. Where can we sleep?" He asked.
Glenn gave the rest of his beans to one of the group members that he didn't get the name of and smiles at Avery. "You guys can share a tent with me, if that's okay." He told him. Avery nodded his head in thanks and followed him to his tent. He had Eren in his arms and his pack on his back.
Once inside the tent, Glenn helped Avery set up. They made a bed out of a sleeping bag and two blankets that Dale brought to them. His bed was placed near Glenn's for safety reasons. He set Eren down next to him and wrapped him up in the blankets.
Avery stripped off his pants and laid down in his bed next to his son. Glenn did the same and curled up against his blanket. As soon as Avery's head hit the pillow, he was out cold.