Daryl Dixon one-shots

Y/N

POV: Daryl watching you from afar with a smile on his face.

Daryl watched from a distance as Y/N laughed and joked with the others around the camp. He had always admired her spirt and determination, and he couldn't help but smile as he watched her.

Despite the dangers of the new world, Y/N never lost her sense of humor or her kind heart. She was always there to offer a kind word or a helping hand, and Daryl was grateful to have her apart of their group.

As he watched her now, Daryl felt a sense of peace wash over him. For a moment, he forgot about the walkers and the consent struggle to survive. He was just a man, watching a teenager he respected and admired, he felt joy.

Y/N finally looked up and caught his eye. She smiled, and Daryl felt his heart skip a beat. He had always been drawn to her, but he was unable to express his feelings. As she smiled at him, he felt a glimmer of hope.

Daryl smiled back, his eyes warm knowing that they were all in this together with her holding them like glue, and that they needed to all survive as one. There was something special about Y/N, he could feel it and that calmed his mind.