Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)

Chapter 42: YOU COMIN'?

It's been about a week since we've arrived at the prison now, and we were all settling in pretty smoothly. We cleared most of the prison out and started to till the soil for crops and we began to start work on a water system, since there was a little stream nearby.

There was only one incident in the past couple days, and that was, Axel and big Tom complaining about being so lonely in block B. Since I didn't see them as a threat, I convinced Rick to let them stay with us, the only condition was that I had to keep my eyes on them, which wasn't two hard.

I was carving some arrows out in the yard, minding my own business, when someone decided that suddenly making me jump was a great idea.

Two firm hands smacked down on my shoulder.
"Boo."
My hands fumbled with my arrow when I got spooked, making it go flying, and I heard a familiar chuckle behind me.
I spun around and glared at the culprit. Daryl Dixon.
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?"
He smirked down at me and shrugged.
"Funny."
I grumbled and turned away, picking up my arrow.
"Such an ass."
"An' yer a scaredy cat."
I pointed my arrow at him.
"You came out of nowhere!"
"Well, if ya didn' zone out all the time, maybe, ya woulda heard me comin'."
"Even if I did, you're still scary."
I stood up and grinned at him.
"Have you seen your ugly mug? Very scary."
He grunted and clicked his tongue.
"You ain't a pretty sight neither."
I gasped dramatically and placed my hand on my chest.
"I'm amazing! You just can't appreciate true beauty."
He looked me up and down.
"An' all tha' dirt on ya is part of tha' is it?"
"I'm al natural." I said in a french accent.
He shook his head and grumbled.
"I don' know how Glenn puts up with ya."
I crossed my arms.
"Cause he actually has taste. Unlike someone."
"His tongue must be fuckin' broken then."
"Just cause you're jealous..."
He scoffed a chuckle.
"Yea' righ'. Of wha'? Yer stupidity?"
"I'm not stupid, I just put fun first."
"Ya mean ya think with ya ass."
"Hey, you say I'm a smart-ass all the time."
"You-"
He grumbled and shook his head, making me smirk at him.
"Exactly."

He sighed and adjusted his crossbow. He threw a duffle bag to my feet, then nodded over to the gate.
"Yer runnin' with me." He said.
"It's my break day!"
"I don' give a rats-ass, I don' trust no-one else."
I grumbled and picked up the bag, throwing it over my shoulder.
"You're lucky I like you."
He snorted.
"Tha's lucky is it?"
"I'll have you know, it's a great privilege only few get."
"Great privilege my ass."
"It is! It means I won't kill you. That's as great as it gets."
He scoffed and began to drag me to the gate.
"Ya couldn' kill me anyway."
"I fuckin' could."
"When fuckin' pigs fly."
"Pigs fly if you kick 'em off a cliff."
He looked at me amused.
"Tha's fallin'."
"It's temporary flight."
He let out an amused huff and shook his head.
I held up a finger and pointed at him.
"You can't say I'm wrong. Technically, they are flying! Just downwards, very fast."
"Ya know, if ya put as much though' into survivin', ya wouldn' get hurt so much."
I shrugged.
"I live life on the edge."
He smirked at me.
"Like a pig on a cliff."
"Exactly--wait-"
He chuckled a little and I kicked his ankles.
"If I'm a pig, you're a boar."
"How?"
I smirked and pointed at him.
"You're ten times as hairy."
"Fuck off."
"Hairy man."
He looked to me and smirked.
"It's called bein' "natural"." He mocked.
My jaw dropped and I nodded in approval.
"Touché."

When we got to the gate, we realised no-one was manning it, so we had to get whoever was on watch in the tower to come down.

I looked up to the tower, then looked to Daryl.
"Who's supposed to be on watch?"
He smirked.
"Have a guess."
Realisation instantly hit me.
"Ah."
He chuckled and cupped his hands over his mouth.
"GLENN."
No-one answered.
I tilted my head as I looked up at the tower.
"He must've had a lot of fun if he can't hear your loud-ass."
Daryl grumbled and yelled again.
"GLENN! GET YER ASS DOWN 'ERE."
Still no movement.
I stared blankly up at the tower.
"His he deaf or something? Or does he still need to finish?"
Daryl snorted.
"Could be both."
I nodded and shrugged.
"Probably is knowing him."
Daryl tried again.
"GLENN!"
I sighed and pushed him aside, cracking my fingers.
"Leave it to the professional."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Like you can shout any-"
I took in a deep breath and cupped my hands over my mouth.
"GLENN! IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP RIGHT NOW, I'LL TELL EVERYONE ABOUT THAT TIME YOU WERE MAKING OUT WITH "THAT" PILLOW AND-"