Daryl Dixon One Shots/Imagines

Daryl Dixon - Done For

Word Count: 852

Warnings: none.

Prompt: Her heart beat froze in time.

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hey lit her town on fire. Killing everyone she ever loved. She had sworn revenge to loved ones who had fallen. And she had sworn to get revenge no matter what it took, no matter what the cost was.

A frustrated groan left her lips loudly as she swung a baseball bat harshly into the skull of a walker that was after her. She had lost her utility belt she rigged for all her weapons a mile or so back- and you best believe she was going back for it after she finished off the small hoard of the dead.

Her calloused hands dropped the weapon of opportunity as she stepped over rotting, bloodied bodies and headed towards her belt. She would kill someone if they took it.

Her head perked up as she bearded the faint sound of a motor humming- it sounded like a motorcycle.

Then she the motorcyclist, some guy in a frayed leather vest with her utility belt around his chest. She didn't move she stood in his way and noticed how he slowed down to a stilling point in front of her.

He yanked down the bandana from his face and looked at her with hard eyes "What ta hell ya doin in the middle of the road?" His voice was rough like gravel.

"What are ya doing with my belt?" She ignored his question and he cocked an eyebrow.

"This yours?" He questioned with grammatical error "Yeah, it is. My name is scratched into it." She fired back, the cyclist turned his head seeing a fresh hoard of walkers coming and you took this time to swoop in and swipe your belt before taking off.

"Hey!" He yelled before revving his motor and following after you.

He tried to take a sharp corner and his bike slid out from under him and he went tumbling. You stopped from a second turning back to see him slowly getting up as walkers got just inches from him"Sucker." You snickered before taking off to your hiding spot.

You stood by a window watching the world move darkly. The wind blew around loose newspapers, book papers, loose shopping bags and more around the deserted streets.

You gasped loudly as your back hit a wall and the man from earlier stood in your face "I thought you were done for?" You tried shrugging his hand off your shoulder but to no success.

"I woulda been! Thanks for the fucking help!" He snapped letting go of you.

"Hey! It's every man for himself out there! You wouldn't have helped me!" You fought back "How da hell ya know that?! I woulda helped ya!" He turned to look at you and you gnawed on your bottom lip.

"I'm sorry. I ain't really used to people anymore. How bad was the fall." He stops moving and shrugs "Easy falling, harder getting up." He answered his voice lower.

"Ya ain't got no one?" He asks realizing all of what you said.

"Nope. My family got killed off by this shit show." He turned his body back to facing you "Damn sorry ta hear." You shrugged your shoulders and pushed your body off the wall.

"Don't be. Gives me motivation to kill those ugly ass dead things." He got a small smirk at you comment and nodded his head.

Her eyes filled with tears, and she knew this by how her eyes stung. Her hand covered her gapping mouth as she felt her heart still in her body.

Daryl Dixon was in front of her just nearly a year ago they met, and throughout her time in knowing him she had grown fond of the rough redneck of a man- and he had grown fond of her. This was his idea, coming here.

Y/n's home town, she had missed it dearly after taking off once the world ended. Daryl brought her back on a little trip to get some goods. Her breathing became slightly erratic as she stared hard at the man she had fallen in love with.

"Daryl?" Her voice sounded like a light whisper as she felt the sudden urge to speak as if she hasn't spoken of years.

"Say something."

"Please?"

"Yes." Your voice finally let out and you felt his strong arms lift you in a tight hug- he had been kneeling for a long moment with the ring that was your great grandmothers- he didn't want your hand in marriage just yet but rather to be your man. And you said yes.

"Nothing is happening ta ya for as long as I am kicking." You let out a light giggle before he finally did it.

He kissed you, it wasn't hard, it was soft and sweet and became something you found yourself in love with.

They may have lit her town on fire, and destroyed her world as she had known it. But, she built herself a new town and promised to never let this one burn along with getting revenge for the town they had burned.