*Your POV*
"Hey, speaking of weird things, someone wants to see you outside," you hear Glenn instruct Daryl by pointing to the tree you are hiding in.
The plan for revenge on Daryl took a little longer than expected. You had no idea how to get him back, so you turned to Glenn. He was a little too happy to comply.
But you needed to get your way, always the storm headed person you are. Consequently, a certain dirty redneck is standing in your way.
Daryl's footsteps are heavy on the compacted dirt under the tree you reside in. He huffs and squints trying to see you behind the plethora of leafs.
"Hell? Who's there?" Daryl asks with ignorance about your plan. He rubs the back of his neck in the dim lighting. The sun is starting and has been for a while now.
"Guess!" You yell full of playfulness. Your body jumps off the branch and falls through the air. You land like a spider monkey on Daryl's back. But, he doesn't see the object in your hands.
"What are you doing?" Daryl questions while you hop off him. Being careful to keep your precious object unseen, you cross your arms behind your back.
You grip one of his broad shoulders and give it a twist. He spins around to face you with a look of surprise plastered on his oily face.
A smirk appears on your face as he starts to lean forward. His turn darker with desire fueling them. Daryl places his hands on your waist. You cautiously lift your surprise object a little higher.
"Well, I'm not that easy. At least buy me a drink first," you retort when Daryl is so close that you can count every single freckle.
With a giggle, you step back out of his embrace and rub the back of your neck. The signal Glenn needs. The ex-pizza man sprouts out of the bush and starts to shoot. He lets round after round flow into Daryl's chest.
Glenn finally stops and you sigh in delight. You pull the special object from behind you and aim directly at Daryl. He remains almost emotionless as you shoot him.
"Was this really necessary," Daryl says exasperated. His chest is covered in the rainbow as you bring the empty paint ball gun to face the ground. After turning on the safety, you sling it over your shoulder.
"Yep," you and Glenn both reply at the same time. You start howling in laughter but stop short when you see Daryl standing there with a smirk on his face.
"I'll give you a five second head start," Daryl orders while rubbing his hands together menacingly. You gulp realizing that you had messed with The Daryl Dixon. Without any hesitation you sprint up to the house.
Rick looks startled but you don't have any time to explain when a Daryl holding Glenn's paint ball gun strolls peacefully through the door. Without thinking you grab Rick and use him a shield. He laughs.
"Got you!" Daryl yells as Rick ducks and let's you get hit square in the chest with a blue paint ball. You laugh and laugh until your sides ache. At least you have gotten your revenge. Well, kinda.
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