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Daryl Dixon

"C'mon, Daryl, live a little." I gently tugged on Daryl's hand, attempting to drag him into the middle of a stream.

"(Y/n)." he gruffly called out to me as I left him alone standing on dry ground.

I giggled as the icy water soaked through the bottom of my jeans. The water wasn't very deep, just enough to submerge my feet. I stretched my arms out and looked up to the sky. The wind tussled gently through my hair, and the sun beat down on me slowly.

"This is living." I called out to Daryl.

I turned to face him, and he stood firmly at the edge of the water, looking just as stern as ever. I stretched my hand out to him and flashed him a huge smile.

To my pleasant surprise, he slowly took his shoes off and cautiously started walking toward me. I dropped my hand to my side and looked to the sky yet again.

"See, don't you feel amazing?" I uttered under my breath. I saw Daryl standing awkwardly by my side. I smiled at the sight. I was happy to see him let loose even just the tiniest bit.

I went to go step forward, and my feet slipped on a slimy rock. I felt my legs fall from under me, and I braced myself to be completely soaked.

I felt arms wrap around me and hold me up. "You gotta be careful." he said harshly.  I was bewildered. Here, I was pushed up into Daryl's chest inches away from his face. I felt heat flush straight to my head, and my stomach fluttered.

I quickly pulled away. "Thank you." I uttered. I scratched at my arms, the ghost of his touch tickling me. I blinked slowly, trying to process what had happened. "Let's go." Daryl said as he started making his way out of the stream.

I quickly perked up and started following behind him. Was that a moment? No, no, it couldn't have been. He was just saving me from slipping and cracking my head open. He would've held anyone like that... did I want him to hold others like that?.

We had been walking for the majority of the day. Me lollygagging behind him. Kicking at any rocks and pebbles in my way. We hadn't said anything about what happened this morning. We haven't said much at all. I was quite a talkative person, so this was like torture to me. I deeply sighed and scratched at my fingernails. "Daryl." I uttered. I waited a couple of moments only to be ignored. I stopped walking and stared at his back, receding away from me. "Daryl." I said louder and with a huff. I watched as he turned to face me. "What?" he said gruffly.  "Why aren't we talking?" I inquired. Daryl wasn't much of a talker, and I knew that, but even so, he'd usually talk to me at least a little bit. "We got places to be." he then quickly turned around and continued on his way.

My eyebrows furrowed as I realized he had ended our conversation. I ran a hand through my greasy hair, attempting to detangle it. We were just doing another routine run for supplies. But that's never stopped us from conversing before. I tried not to allow myself to think too much about it. "Whenever you feel like talking, I'm here." I said to the back of his head.

"My my, now what do you think you're doing?" My eyes widened, and goosebumps ran up my arms. My mouth opened and closed quickly, not being able to formulate words. "Cat, got your tongue?" He said amused. He was... smirking a big toothy grin. He looked like he had just seen the funniest shit in the world. His grip on my wrist tightened, causing me to wince slightly. All of a sudden, I was pulled roughly into him. My face was inches from his, and his breath tickled my nose. His hand left my wrist and now rested on the small of my back. I was so shocked I didn't even react. "Now darlin. I think you just tried to kill me. Is that right?" My eyes stared into his. They sparkled in amusement. " I wish I did kill you." I said in a low voice. He suddenly threw his head back, chuckling. "Well, don't you have massive lady balls." Before I could respond, his grip on me tightened, and I was pulled further into him. Our chests now sit flush against each other. My hands propped me up slightly. "I don't think that's quite the truth." He said, staring straight into my soul, a serious look now on his face. My cheeks flushed automatically from how close we were, and I cursed myself for that reaction. I felt his heartbeat beat evenly on my chest. I got nervous knowing he could probably feel mine as well. " I hate you, you killed my friends... my family. Of course, I'd want you dead." I said, averting his gaze. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, darlin." he said, letting go of me suddenly.

I instantly pulled away. Was he not going to kill me? Or at least punish me in some way. I watched as he stood up, stretching. I backed away as he approached me. He kept walking towards me until my back hit the wall behind me with a thump. My face turned to the side as I felt his hands slide on my hips. His face went right by my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut, just wanting this to be over. "It's ok to want me, darlin. Believe me, I want you. All you gotta do is ask." I clenched my fists. He was messing with me again. I hated that it worked. He chuckled and pulled away from me. I watched him as he put on his leather jacket and grabbed Lucille. He swung open the door to the room and was about to step out until he turned his head to face me." Think about it, doll. Trust me, I will be." he said with a wink and immediately closed the door behind him.

I stood still not moving for a while. The current events looming over my head. I felt gross. I felt as if I had done something forbidden when it wasn't even my fault it happened. He was wrong. I wanted nothing more than to murder him. I suddenly couldn't hold my weight up anymore, and I collapsed to my knees. All the built-up emotions suddenly spilled from me, and I started violently sobbing. I cried for Glenn and Abraham. I cried for my family. I sat there sobbing till all I was doing was dry heaving, attempting to catch my breath. I lay fully on the floor. There was no way I was getting back in that bed. I wrapped my arms around myself, attempting not to shake. The places Negan had touched me burned with a gentle warmth. I would never admit that it comforted me in a way. I pondered where Negan could be going this late at night, and a shiver trailed up my spine at the thought of him coming back. I hated that man more than I could put into words. The words Rick said the night Negan murdered our friends played in my mind. I will kill you. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day I will kill you. I truly hoped that Rick would fulfill that promise to Negan. I wanted nothing more than for Negan to suffer just as much as he made me.

I will show him no mercy.