Daryl Dixon Imagines

books

(little fluff imagine)

You would think the smell of rotting corpses would get easier after time, but it stinks. I scrunched my nose as Daryl and I entered a house. It smelled like walkers chopped in pieces.

"Damn, it stinks bad."

"Here," said Daryl handing me his bandana

I grabbed it and tied it around my face, Daryl has been more out here than me.

"Let's spread out. I'll look upstairs."

I started walking towards the stairs when Daryl grabbed my hand. He pulled me in and kissed my lips. I smiled and kissed back.

"Scream and I'll come," said Daryl walking towards the living room

I took out my knife and walked down the stairs, slowly. The floorboards creaked with each movement I did. I could feel the hairs in my nose burn with the sting of smell coming from one of the bedrooms. I slowly opened the door and coughed. The floors filled with killed walkers. I scanned the room, but nothing useful. I closed the door and headed towards the other one. It was a home library, the room filled with books. My heart did a little skip, I haven't seen this many books since my job at the library. I almost teared up a bit, I grabbed a book and sat on the floor.

(Daryl's Pov)

After going through each room downstairs, (y/n) seemed pretty quiet upstairs. No screams or movement was starting to get my nerves shot. I put the stuff in a pile and headed upstairs. I opened a bedroom door and was hit with the stench of rotting walkers. Closing it, I opened another door and there was (y/n), sitting on the floor with a book in her hand. Her eyes were glued to the inside of the book. I knocked softly on the door and her eyes shot up, grabbing her knife.

"Daryl! You scared me." said (y/n)

"If your nose wasn't deep into the book you would've gotten killed."

"I couldn't resist. I found this room and my brain told me too." said (y/n) with her beautiful smile that made me feel things I've never felt before.

I sat down next to her, she laid her head on my shoulder and continued to read. I felt safe with her, comfortable. It felt like I'd known her forever.

(y/n pov)

I closed the book and turned to face Daryl. He was snoring softly, I snorted a laugh.

He looked so handsome like this, he was starting to show more affection toward me and I couldn't take it. He wasn't the type to show it in front of the group nor say nice things but he's been trying. I brushed the hair out of his face, I got up and browsed the books. Choosing some books I put them inside my bag.

"How long has it been" groaned Daryl

"A few hours, I think." I grabbed my stuff, "We should go."

Daryl nodded as he grabbed some more books, I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"What're you doing?"

"They'll fit in my bag, you can read to me," said Daryl walking out of the room.

I stood there with a goofy smile, this man is my soulmate.