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I love you, dumbass

Pairings- Daryl x reader, Glenn x platonic!reader

Summary- Daryl and reader get into a fight before he leaves for a hunting trip. they don't make up until after the herd runs through camp. 

Warnings- Swearing, usual TWD violence

The thought of telling Daryl Dixon the only person he has left in this world was handcuffed on a roof in the big city, made me sick. I couldn't imagine what I would do if that was me. Probably beat the shit out of whoever left him.

The thought of us leaving on bad terms was soon to follow. Whenever I volunteer to go on runs with Glenn or do anything remotely dangerous, he's very quick to tell me no. He tells me no as if he has that authority over me. Instead of brushing it off like I usually do, I snapped.

I tried nicely telling him off. I wished the words had come out that way. Daryl and I have grown close over these last 3 months. We've bonded over hunting and having snotty childhoods. I no doubt developed a crush on him. I think at this point everyone knows but him. He isn't the best with girls...or people in general.

When you break down his walls, you get to see a different side of him. I see a sarcastic, sweet, protective man. Let's not forget his good looks. His ocean blue eyes never fail to give me butterflies. The group sees a short fused, stubborn and hot headed man. He'll say what comes to mind not caring who hears it. He's a lot like his brother, Merle.

I decided to skip out on this run. I woke up covered in sweat from an unpleasant nightmare. I was the only one to die that day. I got stuck in a group of walkers. Jacqui took my place. Only one good thing came out of that day. Lori's husband, Rick, reunited with her and Carl.

They thought he was dead this whole time. He suffered a bullet wound to the abdomen. Since the world ended, no one was there to take care of him. Someone how he pulled through. I'd be terrified if I woke up from a coma to a shitshow like this. I woke up bright and early the next morning. It's kind of hard to sleep in a tent with a million birds around you.

Everyone was eating breakfast and getting a start to their day. That was until screams of children filled the air. I grabbed my knife as I started to sprint to the source of the screams. Several people were running alongside me. Jacqui was watching them at the edge of camp. A small group went to check out why everyone was screaming. In a tiny clearing next to a couple of boulders, was a walker.

It was hunched over a deer. The deer had multiple arrows sticking out of it's thigh. They were Daryl's arrows. We took out the walker before it could eat anymore. We started to hear rustling behind the boulder. The bushes started to shake. We all got ready to fight the possible walker off.

Daryl walked out from behind a boulder. He paid no attention to us. "Son of a bitch. That's my deer," he yelled. He walked over to the walker. "It's all gnawed on by this deceased, motherless bastard." He kicked it a few times.

Dale sighed,

"Calm down, son. That's not gonna help."

"What do you know about it, ol' man? Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to on golden pond? I've been tracking this thing for miles." He crouched down next to the deer. "Do you think we could cut around this part right here?"

"Wouldn't risk it," Shane mumbled

"What a shame. I got squirrels that'll have to do." He walked towards camp shouting for Merle.

Shane called out to Daryl as we followed behind him. "Hold up a bit, will you? I need to talk to you about something." Daryl stopped to wait for him. I held my breath as I watched them. Shane started to explain everything then Rick joined in. He threw his squirrels at Rick as a distraction to punch him.

Shane side-checked Daryl into the ground. Daryl of course had to pull out his knife. He stood up to swing it at Rick a few times. Since Rick was a cop, he knew how to handle this. Both him and Shane did. They had him to the ground in seconds. Rick calmly explained what happened while Daryl was catching his breath on the ground.

T explained that he padlocked the door which led him to believe Merle was safe from them. Only a dozen could fit in the hallway at once. Rick was going to go with Daryl into the city to get him. I grabbed my bow.

"You ain't going."

"What? You need help-"

"Nah." He walked off.

They waited a few minutes to start talking Rick out of it. It wasn't just Merle he was going back for. He dropped a bag full of guns and ammo in the middle of the street. We needed it more than anything. We did need it just in case anything happened. Glenn, Rick, T and Daryl were going. I was banned from going thanks to Daryl.

Daryl was growing more and more impatient. They loaded into the van before driving off. The rest of the day went by slowly. That was until Amy and Andrea caught over a dozen fish. All of us were going to bed on full stomachs. I don't think that's happened in the 3 months we've been here. Everyone couldn't stop thinking about the fish fry.

The smell was amazing. We were all buzzing with excitement. We all gathered around the fires to eat. We were all sitting around the fire, eating and making jokes. Amy got up to use the bathroom to which we continued the conversation without her. Minutes later, she came out of the RV complaining about us being out of toilet paper. It fell silent for a second as she was waiting for a response.

A blood curdling scream erupted from her. We turned around to see a walker taking a bite out of her arm. Several came out from behind the RV. Everyone erupted into screams. It was hard to tell what was going on. Rose and I fumbled for our guns. Shane and Morales were helping the weaker fighters and kids up the RV.

The walkers around there were already well into camp. People were screaming and running all over. It was hard to see who was what. Gunshots started coming from the other side of the camp. The group was back. They had the bag of guns and ammo that Rick went for.

When the walkers were dead, we all stood in front of the RV. Andrea sobbed out for her now dead sister. Amy was bit a second time in the neck. She lost way too much blood. I noticed Glenn hyperventilating off to the side. I tightly pulled him into a hug.

"You're ok, right? No bites?"

"I'm good. How about you?"

"Shaken up but fine. How did the city go?"

"Merle cut his hand off, cauterized the wound, escaped the building, and stole our truck. We ran into a group taking care of old people. They had me hostage." I pulled away to look at him.

"Let's not talk about it. Go find Daryl." Where the hell was Daryl? I didn't even see him yet. I quickly walked around camp calling out his name. There was so much commotion that I wasn't hearing anything back. I sped up hoping to see him. I sighed in relief when I saw him taking out a walker.

"Daryl," a sob got caught in my throat. I don't know where that emotion came from. He dropped his gun as he started to make his way to me. I ran up to him jumping into his arms. I took the leap of faith that I have wanted to for months. I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to kiss him. It was magical and perfect.

When we pulled away I tightly hugged him.

"Let's never leave each other when we are mad. I love you too much to lose you."

"So you love me?" I looked up at him to see a wide grin on his face.

"Yes. I love you, dumbass."

"I love you too, idiot." He leaned down to kiss me again.