Daryl Dixon one-shots

Familiar

POV: Daryl sits with you while your sick.

Y/N had always been tough but even she couldn't fight off the flu. She was bedridden, shivering and sweating, unable to move from her cot. She felt miserable and alone, until a certain redneck poked his head into the doorway.

His eyes scanning the room seeing the girl cuddled into a ball of blankets, "how you holding up kid?" he asked, his voice gruff but gentle.

Y/N tried to sit up to greet him but she was too weak, falling straight back onto her bed with a groan. "Not great," she answered, her voice horse. "but I'll live".

Daryl chuckled a little, stepping into the cold cell "I'm gonna sit with you for a bit" he said pulling up a chair next to her, "just to make sure you know there's someone here looking out for ya."

Having Daryl sit with her made Y/N feel safe and it was a surprise that he would even consider looking after her sick ass.

"I found one of dale's books in carl's bag, do ya want me to read to ya?". Y/N smiled feeling a sense of confront and warmth that she hadn't felt in a long time.

As Daryl began to read, Y/N closed her eyes letting herself drift off to Daryl's voice.