Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)

Chapter 43: Burning Flames

I leaned closer to Daryl, looking closely into his deep blue eyes. Our faces were only inches apart and I could feel his breath on my face.

I smirked and leaned into his ear, my lips grazing his skin.
"Let's trash the place then."
He turned and smirked down at me.
"Bet you can't even knock the shelves down."
"Oh? Wanna bet?"
"Yea'."
"Alright."
I nodded over to the biggest liquor shelf.
"If I can knock that over, you let me wear your jacket."
He smirked and whispered in my ear.
"Alrigh'. If ya can' do it, you'll listen to me fer the rest o' the day."
"Ha, you're on."
I slipped away from him, running my hand along his shoulder as I did. I walked backwards to the liquor shelf and pointed at him as I smirked.
"That jackets mine, Dickie."
He scoffed and rested his head on his hand, watching me.
"You wish."

I stood beside the liquor shelf and rolled up my sleeves, beginning to shove at it. I heard Daryl chuckle at me from the counter, as I tried to make it move. I kept pushing and pushing, but it still wouldn't budge. I used my whole body, I bashed against it, slammed into it, but it didn't move at all.

I peeked over to Daryl, seeing him smirking, an amused look on his face.
"Looks like you'll be listenin' to me today."
I paused and rested my hands on my hips.
"I believe you said, where there's a will, there's a way."
He snorted and continued to watch.
"Ya ain't gonna get it."
"Watch me."
"Go'on then."
I stretched my neck and my legs, then jumped up and down, preparing myself.
"Hell are ya doin'?"
"I'm using ol' reliable."
He raised a brow and I smirked at him.

I took in a deep breath and took a couple steps back, then, I kicked my leg back, then pushed it hard into the shelf. It instantly fell down, all the bottles shattered onto the floor.

I turned to Daryl, and dramatically bowed. Then I looked up to him and he jumped over the counter and joined my side.

He nodded at the smashed liquor in approval, a huge smirk on his face.
"Not bad, lil kitty. Not bad."
"Oh? And you can do better can you?"
He gave me a smug smile, then pushed the shelf next to us down with one hand.
"I know I can."
I crossed my arms and walked over to another shelf.
"But that has no pizazz! You've got to-"
I knocked the next shelf down with a hip bump, pushing it over with my ass.
"Do it with style."
Daryl huffed, then kicked the next shelf down.
I sent a chefs kiss his way.
"Better. I like the feral cat face. Nice touch."
He let out an amused huff.
"Like yer face looked any prettier."
"Looks prettier than yours."
"Least I didn't look like I needed a shit."
"Yeah? Well...least I don't look like a boar."
He smirked and threw a wine bottle at me, making me duck.
"Wanna take tha' back?"
I smirked and grabbed a bottle, throwing it back at him.
"Make me."

In a matter of seconds, we began to have a full on liquor war. Bottle's and cans of liquor were flying everywhere, smashing and spraying across every surface. The walls and floors became coated in the stuff and shattered glass decorated the floor like glitter.

When Daryl couldn't land a hit, he began to chase me down. I threw shelves down, trying to stop him from getting me, and he knocked things into my path, trying to stop me. By the time he caught me, it looked like a tornado had wrecked the whole place.

Daryl cut me off round a corner and captured me in a big bear hug. I tried to wriggle out his arms, but I couldn't.

He put his lips to my ear, grazing it slightly.
"Wanna take it back now?"
I turned around in his arms so I was facing him. I tugged at his jacket and smirked.
"No, and you owe me a jacket."
"Wha' makes ya think I'll give it to ya?"
I grinned and leaned closer, making our noses touch.
"Cause you always keep your promises."
He grumbled and let go of me. He took off his jacket and threw it onto my head.
"Hell you want it fer anyway?"
I quickly threw it on and smiled at him.
"Cause it's yours."
He went silent, just staring at me.
I grinned at him.
"And I like passing you off."
He grunted and I smirked at him, then nodded to his pocket and dragged him outside.
"Lets light her up, Dixon."