Daryl Dixon One Shots

Car

I snook into a car at night and sat there ready to drive off.
I buckled up checked the mirrors and when I did I saw someone in the back.
"Where we off to then?" They asked.
I jumped out my skin and realised it was Daryl.
"Fucking hell Daryl!" I yelled while gripping the steering wheel.
"Sorry darlin," He apologised while switching on the back light, "So? Are you going to answer my question."
"I'm going to kill Negan," I answered.
"What?!" Daryl leaned forward.
"You heard me," I nodded.
"I know you want to kill Negan. Trust me, so do I. But this isn't smart," He put a hand on my shoulder.
"I guess my brain is just filled with being mad," I sighed, "He raped me though. I will never forget that."
"I know," Daryl held my hand, "And I'm here for you. So? Do you want to get out this car?"
"Okay," I nodded.
Both me and Daryl got out the car, and when we did, he pulled me into a comforting hug which I accepted and relaxed into.