Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)

Chapter 61: Live A little

A/N: Sorry for being gone so long! I'm officially back! I'll be treating you all to a ✨️special✨️ chapter next update!
ALSO! This song is essentially a good example of Glenn and Mc's friendship...
Love you all! Enjoy!! <33

It's been a couple days and the pens were finally complete! It was hard work in this heat, but it'll be well worth it when we can farm and breed livestock. It'll even make all the teasing about my shit DIY skills from Daryl worth it. And all the shit talk from Merle...
I'll definitely get the both of them back for that, well, Daryl at least.

Tomorrow was the day we were heading out for our first run to the farm. Glenn and Maggie already went yesterday to scout what was left after the walker invasion, and luckily, a few chickens, pigs and one cow survived. Everything else though was essentially mince meat...and not the good kind...

Daryl had also gone out on a run recently to bring back a trailer or wagon, to transport the animals in. It was a bit shitty and very unstable, so I spent my free time repairing it and I think today I'd finally be able to finish it up for tomorrow.

This task also helped get my mind off things. Since I was distracted, I was a little more at ease with Michonne and Merle being around and even the nightmares even lessened a little.

I stood up, taking a break for a moment, leaning against the wagon and gulped down some water, looking over my work.

I nodded in approval and high-fived myself.
"Nice one, y/n. You have once again, created a miracle."
I nodded to myself and bowed.
"Thank you, me. I know, I'm amazing."

I heard a snigger from behind me and turned around to see Glenn with a huge grin on his face and a bag slung over his shoulder.

Glenn shook his head as he approached me.
"You're so weird, jellybean. I think you might've actually gone insane..."
I clicked my tongue.
"Weird is just another word for amazingly talented, thank you."
He threw the bag by my feet and snorted.
"Uh, huh...right. Talented in being insane maybe."
He paused for a moment.
"And that's two words, not one."
I gasped dramatically.
"How dare you get technical with me!"
I huffed and crossed my arms.
"Anyway, insane people have more fun."
I furrowed my brows and pointed at him.
"Hold up, don't act like you're not weird. You're just as insane as I am!"
He dramatically scoffed.
"I'm very much sane, thank you."
"Says the person who befriended a kid who put jellybeans between their butt."
He pointed his finger at me and opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again and slowly lowered his finger.
"...You have a point there..."
I smirked and splashed water in his face.
"Exactly."
I shrugged my shoulders at him.
"Besides, we both know we were never sane in the first place.."
He held his arms out dramatically.
"Y/n! I just washed these!"
I wiggled my eyebrows.
"Why? You had a good time with Maggie? They dirty?"
His mouth gaped open in shock and his face went pink.
"No-..Wait, hold on a minute! Don't change the-"
"Ooooh you did!"
His face got redder.
"I didn't!"
I sniggered and gave him an amused smirk.
"I'm suprised they're still in one piece..."
"Y/n!"
"Whattt? I'm not wrong...the last shirt I borrowed-"

He pouted angrily and grabbed the bag he dropped, turning away and slowly walking off.
"IF YOU KEEP IT UP YOU WON'T GET YOUR PAINT!"
I groaned dramatically and ran after him, hugging his back.
"Noooooo, glennie-poo...."
He groaned as I squeezed him.
"I love you reallyyyy....clearly not as much as Maggie though..."
He huffed and shook me off.
"You're a goblin."
I tried to peek in front of him but he turned away.
"Awh, come on...Glennie-poo..."
He grumbled.
"Witch lady! I'm denouncing our siblinghood! Where are the divorce papers!?"
I peeked round him and pouted.
"Awwh..."
I grinned up at him and nudged him.
"Even if I let you paint whatever you want on the wagon?"
His ears perked up and he snapped his head to me, a mischievous look on his face.
"Really?"
I nodded and grinned.
"Whateverrrr you want."
He grinned evilly and I gave him a warning look.
"You paint anything about me and I'll tell everyone about the time you snorted so hard your nostrils flared so large they blew off the principals toupee when you were graduating."
He immediately wiped the grin off his face and dramatically grabbed his heart.
"Your blackmail wounds me!"
I crossed my arms and sighed.
"Fine...you can do that ugly picture you always do."
He grinned and pumped his fist in the air, but I motioned to my eyes.
"Anything else though and I swear I'll tell Maggie about that time when you first-"
He instantly jumped over to me, covering my mouth.
"Understood. My lips are sealed, witch lady."
I rolled my eyes and shoved him off.
"Drama queen."
He flipped his hair.
"I think you meant king."
I smirked and took the bag from him.
"Nope, queen's what I meant."
He gasped dramatically as I walked back to the wagon.
"Rudeee!"