TWD One-Shot/Imagines

Daryl{Season 2}Tease

*Your POV*

"Morning Daryl," you ring cheerfully only I to be met by his complaining groan. You smile to yourself at how lazy he can be sometimes. The gold and blue, decorative plate teeters over your right arm as the delicious, breakfast food weighs it down. You set it down gently unto the dark wood night stand.

"Thanks," Daryl grumbles as he smells the sweet aroma of bacon and fresh orange juice. You nod your head while secretly melting inside. You have liked Daryl almost the moment you laid eyes on him. Though, you have never acknowledged it.

The old mattress in the green room creeks as Daryl shifts his weight into a sitting position. Your eyes travel down from his face to his shirtless torso. Blush turns your face as red as a stop sign. Daryl gives you a questioning look but realization sets in.

"See somethin' you like?" Daryl says back to his egotistical self. He wiggles his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. You want to scream yes, but something stops you. Fear of rejection by the huge badass who has just been shot sitting in front of you.

"In your dreams Dixon," You boast trying to sound confident. He mumbles something unintelligible that you can't quite catch. You slowly shake your head back and forth wondering why you even brought him the breakfast.

Your hand is placed on the gold door handle and swings the light as a feather door open. Well, this will be the death of us if a herd comes! You think to yourself. The bed squeals as Daryl must have turned over.

You swivel your head in his direction only to be met by his bare back. Squinting, you that there a numerous amount of scars near his spine. Your breath hitches at the fact that Daryl let someone do this to him. You tread quietly to his side.

With a stomach full of knots, you lean over and give him a fast peck on the cheek. Not wanting his reaction to ruin your new found courage, you leap out the door.

A few hours later at Dinner...

Daryl is finally out of bed and seated at the mahogany table. He keeps stealing glances at you but looking away when you try to meet his stare. His usual grunts have been replaced with actual words.

You mentally scold yourself for thinking that he would like you back. Such a child, you insult yourself. Your stomach tenses as rejection fills you.

"Come talk with me for a sec, please," Daryl requests looking straight at you with an emotionless face. You nod not wanting anymore green beans anyways. They weren't as good as your Dad's.

He takes your hand very sneakily as y'all stroll off the front porch. You immediately know that you're redder than a fire hydrant at Daryl's newly found affection.

Out of nowhere Daryl turns you around so you're facing him. Worry is written all over your facial features as playfulness consumes his eyes.

Ever so slightly Daryl leans forward until he's only millimeter away form you face. He closes his eyes and you follow his lead. Your inner goddess is doing a handstand at his actions.

"I'm not that easy," Daryl whispers while trying not to laugh. He leans back and takes off running back to the Victorian styled house.

You shake your head and kick some rocks as you slowly make your way back inside. A plan forms on how to get him back.

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Should I have a part two?
This is dedicated to TigerTori for her requesting something along the lines of awkward and cute. I hope I succeeded.

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