Daryl Dixon one-shots

Merry Christmas

POV: You find a pack of smokes and give them to Daryl as a Christmas present.

Y/N had been scavenging for hours, searching through abandoned buildings and empty storefronts for anything that might be useful. As she made her way down a deserted street, she spotted a small convenience store that looked like it had been untouched.

She cautiously made her way inside, her eyes scanning the shelves for anything of value. She was just about to give up when she spotted a small pack of cigarettes tucked away in the back corner of the store.

She hesitated for a moment, knowing that smoking was a bad habit, but she couldn't help but feel the thought of having something to trade. She carefully tucked the pack of smokes into her bag and made her way back to camp.

As she walked into the makeshift shelter that they had set up, she spotted Daryl sitting by the fire, his eyes fixed on the flames. She knew that he was a smoker, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of giving him the pack of cigarettes as a Christmas present, even though it probably wasn't even close to Christmas.

She walked over to him, holding out the pack of smokes. "Merry Christmas," she said, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Daryl looked up at her, his eyes widening in surprise. "Where'd you get these?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.

Y/N shrugged, feeling a sense of pride. "Found 'em in a store," she said, her voice casual.

Daryl took the pack of smokes from her, his eyes fixed on the small package. He couldn't believe that someone had gone to the trouble of finding him a present, especially in a world that was filled with so much darkness and despair.

"Thanks, kid," he said, his voice soft. "This means a lot."

Y/N smiled, she knew that it was just a small gesture, but it felt good to be able to bring a little bit of joy into someone's life, even if it was just for a moment.