Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)

Chapter 14: Guns

It was early morning and everyone was still asleep. The sun was beginning to rise, the view from a top the RV was beautiful, I couldn't keep my eyes off it.

A bang snapped me out of me trance. I quickly stood from Dale's chair, bow in hand, looking around. Then I spotted Daryl's head poking up from the RV's ladder, and his crossbow on the roof in front of him.

We both stared at each other for a few seconds and I cleared my throat awkwardly as I just kinda stood there, like a deer in headlights, for a moment.

I placed my bow back down on the floor and crossed my arms.
"Wouldn't hurt to announce yourself, would it?" I scolded as he climbed onto the roof.
He sat himself down in my, Dale's, chair and threw my quiver to the floor.
"I did."
He cocked his head up looking at me.
"Yer dimbass was daydreamin' again."
I stared at him, picking up my quiver, hand on my hip.
"You didn't. Now get out the chair, I wanna sit." I said, throwing my quiver next to my bow.
"Naw."
"Why the hell not? You're not the one on duty, shove." I demanded, grabbing his arm and trying to lift him up to no avail.
"Don' wanna."
I hung my head back as I groaned and shook him.
"Move your asssss."

We both fought for the chair for a moment, until i gave up trying to move him since he wouldn't budge even an inch. We stayed like that for a few minutes, not saying anything and not looking away from each other, till he decided to smack my arm off.

I backed away and crossed my arms.
"You're so goddamn stubborn."
"So are you." He argued back.
"It's a chair!"
He shrugged.
"Mine now."
I groaned.
"Such an ass..."

Then I got an idea. It would probably piss him off, no, it would definitely piss him off, but it would make him move. And honestly, the passing him off part was an added bonus.

We both stared each other right in the eyes, neither of us backing down.
"Dixon, move or I'll-"
"You'll what?" He challenged.
"I'll sit on you." I threatened, bending down so we were face to face.
He scoffed.
"The hell are you? Twelve?"
"I could ask the same."
I looked him up and down.
"Fighting over a chair.."
He scoffed again and leaned back in the chair.
"It got your name on it?"
I opened my mouth to speak and he smirked.
"Tha's wha' I though'."
I gestured my hands dramatically.
"Now look who's acting twelve..."
He shrugged.
"You own the chair?"
"Well...no.."
He smirked at me.
"Ain't yers then, is it?"
"It's not yours either."
He shrugged.
"So wha'? I sat down first."
I groaned and crossed my arms.
"Fine, be stubborn. Don't say I didn't warn you!"

Before he could do, or say anything, I quickly sat on his lap, leaning into his chest so he couldn't sit up. I felt him go stiff under me, frozen in place, not sure what to do.

He actually made quite a comfortable chair...

He tried to shove me off, but I stayed in place and just pressed my back into his chest even more.
"Get off."
"Get out my chair and tell me why you're here, then I'll consider it."
He grunted.
"I can't get off if you're sitting on me you stupid bitch."
I tutted him.
"Calling me names isn't going to get me to move, asshole." I sassed back.
He grumbled.
"Just get off."
He groaned and tried shoving me off again, so I locked my legs around his, causing him to freeze."
"My, my, my...not so stubborn now are we?" I teased.
I looked up to him from under his chin.
"Do you surrender?"
He clicked his tongue and looked away.
"Sure, whatever, just get off.." He mumbled.

I jumped off his lap, dusting myself off, and he quickly stood from the chair before I could trap him again.

He avoided my gaze and gestured to me.
"Thought I'd take over watch for ya, but if you're gonna be a bitch bout' it forget it."
My expression softened.
"Daryl Dixon has a heart?" I teased.
I tilted my head, chuckling a little as he grumbled.
"What brought this on?"
He groaned.
"It matter?"
I smirked and leaned closer, poking my head around his side.
"Well, it's not often that you're nice.."
He clicked his tongue and gave me a little scowl.
"You ain't nice neither."
I gasped dramatically.
"I'm an angel!"
He let out an amused breath.
"Ha, yea' righ' yer more likely te have scraped yer knee crawling out hell."
I couldn't help but laugh a little.
"How charming...I believe you're supposed to ask if it hurt when I fell from heaven.."