Daryl Dixon one-shots

Memories

POV: You and Daryl listen to music.

Rick knew that he had to make a decision, and fast. The group was running low on supplies, and they needed to get to the next town as soon as possible. But with only one working car, there was no way they could all fit.

"Y/N," he said, turning to her. "You're going to have to ride with Daryl."

Y/N looked at him, surprised. She had always been more of a lone wolf, preferring to keep to herself. But something about the way Rick said it made her feel like she didn't have a choice.

"Ok," she said, reluctantly.

Daryl didn't say anything as she climbed into the passenger seat of the car, but she could feel his eyes on her as she buckled her seatbelt.

"Let's get this show on the road," he said, revving the engine.

As they drove down the deserted highway, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Daryl was known for his silence, and she didn't know how to break the ice.

But then, out of nowhere, the sound of "Pump Up the Jam" blared through the car's speakers. Y/N looked at Daryl, surprised by his choice of music.

"You like this?" she asked, smiling.

Daryl grunted in response, but she could tell he was enjoying himself. And as the song continued, they both started to sing along, their voices blending together in perfect harmony.

By the time they reached the next town, Y/N felt like she had made a new friend. And as she climbed out of the car, she couldn't help but feel grateful to Rick for making her ride with Daryl. It had been an unexpected adventure, one that she would never forget.