Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)

Chapter 59: Fuck you, Dixon

Warning: There is sexual content this chapter, so if that upsets you/majes you uncomfortable, just wait for the next chapter! I love you all! <3
Also, this one's a long one...

The group stayed and talked to me for a little while after our discussion, then left to do their usual routines.

Both Glenn and Daryl seemed like they wanted to stay a little longer...like they had something to say, but before they could say anything, they got kicked out by Carl and Sofia. And I mean kicked out, Carl kept kicking their legs till they left....
There was absolutely no mercy...
It was pretty funny actually, especially seeing, the Daryl Dixon, get kicked out and bossed around by a twelve year old. I definitely wasn't gonna let him live that down...

Sofia jumped onto my bed with a little mirror, a few brushes and some hair accessories in her arms, and Carl sat on the chair beside my bed, spreading a bunch of trap parts across the bedside table.

I couldn't help but laugh at their behaviour, and moved my legs so Sofia could sit in front of me.
"Well, you two are eager beavers, aren't you?"
Sofia handed me a brush and held the mirror up so she could watch me.
"Yes! You promised! Do my hair first!"
I felt a small smile spread across my face as their childishness warmed my heart, melting away the seriousness of everything that had happened.
"Alright, alright! Calm down! I'm not going anywhere.."
I began to comb through Sophia's hair, unknotting it.
"Unfair! Teach me first! Traps are more important than hair! That's useless! And girly..." Carl huffed.
I smiled to him.
"I can teach both of you at the same time, don't worry, little man."
"I want you to spend time with me!" Sofia pouted.
"Nooo, teach me!" Carl whined.
Sofia stuck her tongue out at him.
"She doesn't want to! You smell!"
Carl did the same back.
"You're smellier!"
"You're smelliest!"
"Buttface!"
"Poobrain!"

Before I could even say anything else to them, they began to squabble and call each other names....

It took a moment for me to stop them, not because I couldn't, but because I found it funny to watch. Then I remembered...I was the adult...

I clapped my hands, getting their attention easily.
"If you two keep bickering, I won't teach either of you!"
They pouted and whined.
"But it's his fault!" Sofia said.
"No way, it's yours!" Carl argued.
"Just ask Daryl to teach you traps!"
"Ask your mom to do your hair!"
"I want Y/n to do it!"
"And I want Y/n to teach me!"
"Just get Daryl to!"
"I don't like Daryl! He's scary! And he smells!"
I had to bite my cheeks in to hold back my laughter.
"That's because he's a boy! Like you! You all smell! Y/n doesn't want to be with smelly boys!"
"Girls smell worse!"
Before they began to squabble any further, I clapped again, trying my best to hold back my laughter and be serious.
"I mean it you two. I won't spend time with either of you if you continue arguing!"
"But-" They both complained.
"No butts, no nuts, no coconuts."
They looked at me weirdly and I smiled.
"That always works..."
I nodded to the trap pieces on the table.
"I can do Sofia's hair and teach you at the same time, little man, don't you worry."
"But how can you do both?" Sofia asked.
"Do I have two eyes?"
"Yeah?" They both answered.
"Do I have two hands?"
"Yeah?"
"What's half of two?"
They looked at me weirdly.
"One? I don't get-" Carl said.
I smiled at them.
"Exactly. One each. It's called multitasking."
They made a look of realisation.
"Ohhhhhh." They both said.

I spent the rest of the day styling Sofia's hair and teaching her how to do it herself, and whilst I did that, I coached Carl on how to make little boobytraps. I taught him how to make tripwires, snares, timed traps and even little foottraps. I even taught him how to make a slingshot....
Yeah...I don't think that was the best idea, but hey, self defence, right?