Warnings: sexual violence! read at your own risk.
*requested*
(y/n pov)
I traced the outlines of tattoos on my arm, I smiled as I remembered my old days in the tattoo shop I used to apprentice for. I remember how mad my mom was when I told her what I wanted to do, she yelled at me and didn't speak to me for days.
Now it's the end of the world and her yelling was the least of my problems, biters were. I've learned to survive on my own, knowing to not trust anyone that came my way but that changed once I met him. I tried forgetting his name but how could I after what he did to me.
(flashback)
I screamed as he tied my hands behind my head, I tried kicking but his other friend tied my legs. I knew what was going to happen but I tried fighting it. Tears spilled out my eyes, why was this happening to me?
"What is such a pretty little thing doing by herself? Hmm?" said Jacob
We had met on the road and yeah I found him attractive but what convinced me to trust him was that he helped me from biters. I had slipped and twisted my ankle and he helped me get to safety. What a sick asshole he turned out to be once he introduced me to his group of dirty men. I felt disgusted everytime they looked at me when I would bend down or just in general, breathe.
I bit my lip as I felt his dirty cold hands grasp my neck, he smirked and kissed my lips. I turned my head to avoid it and he slapped my face. I felt the hot sting and spit in his face.
"I trusted you! You son of bitch!"
Jacob laughed, "Sweetie you know you can't do that nowadays."
He ripped my shirt open and unbuttoned my pants, I started crying, he had me there naked, and vulnerable.
"P-please Jacob! I'll do whatever you want just please don't"
He traced my tattoos on my chest and arms, he noticed my bare stomach, one area I didn't tattoo.
"Such a pretty body." He said leaning down and kissing my belly. I winced, I tried kicking him off but his friend held me down.
Jacob grabbed his knife, wiped it on his pants and lightly traced my abdomen with the cold tip. He pressed down more and I screamed in pain, he started tracing something but the pain was so unbearable I felt myself drift away, I felt heat.
Suddenly I woke up to him on top of me, he was trusting, hard. I gasped as I realized what was happening. I froze and once again drifted away.
Waking up again, I was in pain and cold.
I looked around the room, I was alone. I heard gunfire outside and yelling. I tried wiggling out but the ropes were tied on too tight. I heard some more commotion from outside the door, I was prepared to just die at the moment. Suddenly the door opened to two men with guns, they lowered their guns once they saw me, I felt embarrassed to just be there naked. I teared up, not knowing if they were going to hurt me too. I held my breath until I felt the man with the crossbow cover me with a shirt he was wearing, the other one cut the ropes.
"Please don't hurt me." I whimpered as I sat up, I winced feeling the pain on my belly.
"Ssh you're okay." said the one with the curly hair, "My name is Rick, this is Daryl. We have a group, children, it's safe." said Rick, handing me my pants from the floor.
I nodded as I put my pants on, "I-I don't know... They were the only group I've been with."
"You're safe." grunted the man who's name was Daryl. Something about him made me feel like he wasn't lying.
I grabbed my backpack, and followed them outside. My eyes opened widely as I saw all the blood on the ground, I saw Jacob with a hole in his head. I grabbed a knife I found on the floor and stabbed his head repeatedly. I felt a pair of arms grab me and spit on Jacob's body.
(Flashback ends)
I shuddered as I remembered Jacobs lips all over my body, I could still smell his scent till this day. It's been months, maybe a year since that happened and I grew to trust and love Rick's group. I grew close especially to Daryl. We bonded on tattoos and our stories about each piece.
He showed me his favorite tattoos he had and I showed him mine.
"I really want to get my stomach piece done but..." it's too late now to get it done after Jacob traced his name on it.
"Nah, I bet I can trace over it." said Daryl pointing to my stomach.
I looked around Alexandria making sure no one was near, I lifted my shirt and Jacob's name was already healed, it wasn't big but still disgusted me.
Daryl came closer and touched it, I bit my lip, I haven't been touched since that day.
Daryl nodded and stepped back, "I'll find a gun or something so we can work on that."
I smiled, "Really? I'd love that Daryl."
After a few months of searching for that tattoo gun, Daryl finally found it. We had grown so much closer and even were romantically involved. Of course we kept our relationship private for now but we knew we loved each other. I ran to the gates as I heard Daryl's motorcycle. I nearly jumped on top of him as he got down but remembered people were around. Daryl smirked and hugged me.
"Let's get that name off you." said Daryl, grabbing my hand and walking home.
I laid down on the bed with my shirt pulled up, I could feel the tears threatening to come out. The disgusting feeling of Jacobs hands running through my body, I could feel a panic attack forming until Daryl grabbed my hand, "We don't gotta."
I shook my head, "We do, I do. Just tattoo something, I don't care what it is."
Daryl connected the tattoo gun to the outlet and started doing his job. I heard the familiar hum and that sensation on my belly. After a few minutes, Daryl wiped it. He smiled and kissed my lips, I stood up and walked to the mirror. I laughed as I saw he tattooed his name on top of it. I ran towards him and kissed him back, something about his name being on my body didn't bother me.
"My turn." said Daryl sitting down on the bed
"Wait really? You're going to let me?"
He nodded, "You said you did a few works so go ahead and practice."
I bit my lip, "Alright."
Finally I was finished, I had tattooed my initials on his wrist. I giggled as I let him open his eyes.
"Tada!"
"Not bad." said Daryl leaning in and kissing me.
I playfully slapped his arm, "I'm the best!"
"Mm you could work on it." smirked Daryl
I rolled my eyes, "Fuck you!"
He hugged me and I smiled against his chest, I knew I did the right thing following them back here.