"God Damn it, (y/n)!" Daryl slammed his hand on the prison table. "Why can't you just listen!?" He continued to scold you for going outside the prison gates. "I'm not a little kid, Daryl! I can handle myself out there. Hell I've been doing so before you and your group brought me in!" "You nearly got bitten 'fore I came out there and saved yer ass!" You just rolled your eyes, walking away before turning around once more. "You know what Dixon? I think you're scared. Yeah. You're scared because you know I can leave at any moment and be just fine." You slowly walked forward with every word, poking him in the chest at the end. Daryl threw your hand off him. "Yer right (y/n). I am scared. I'm scared because you make me feel like I've never felt 'fore and I do know you can leave. I know you can leave and never give a second thought about me." You smiled at your little victory; finally getting Daryl to admit his feelings towards you. You got close to his face giving him a light kiss, then whispering in his ear "That's where you're wrong Dixon. You've been in my thoughts since the day you found me." You pulled away then started out of the cell block "Now straighten up Dixon. I don't want you going soft on me."
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