Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~28~

    The next morning your sound asleep with Daryl beside you on his back. His arm over your abdomen for the simple comfort of feeling your body drawing breath. "-(Y/n)?" you hear someone whisper through the darkness making your eyes open. Briefly glancing over at your still very unconscious boyfriend, who hadn't barely moved all night. You wondered if you dreamed it before you hear it again, "..(Y/n)!" You hear one your brothers whisper yell to you from just outside your tent. You sit up confused, blinking the sleep from your eyes as you slowly roll out of the make shift bed. "Hey, (Y/n)! Wake up!" You hear Rick whisper yell to you again as you sling a shirt and shorts on. You unzip the tent and find yourself face to face with your twin brother. "..Is it late or early?" You ask him sleepily as you step out into the cool, still kinda dark air unable to see the sky fully because of the trees you were under. "Early." Rick informs you as you look over to him. He obviously hadn't slept a wink and he looked very upset. "What's wrong?" You ask, immediately awake with worry upon seeing something was weighing on him. "..Can we talk?" He asks, his eyes glancing behind you, seeing Daryl still asleep within the tent. You nod, "Yeah, what's goin' on?" You ask as you drag up the two chairs you'd set up outside the mouth of the tent to watch over camp. He sits, shaking his head, "All of it, I guess." He says as he runs a hand down his face while looking over camp. You scoff slightly, "I need more to go on than that, brother." You say half playfully. He nods thinking, "I don't think I'm cut out for this world." He admits rather seriously, a little shocked he'd finally said it out loud.

You brows furrow at his tone. His icy eyes heavy with doubt as he scans the camp, his gaze landing on his tent where Lori and Carl still slept. You follow his gaze, "..What makes you say that?" You ask, knowing something was terribly off about him. Especially when the glint of anger that flashes through his eyes. He shakes his head, "Just everythin' that's happened- everythin' I've learned since I woke up in this nightmare.. I'm just not as strong as you are." He says as he looks down and rubs his tired eyes. "..You're the strongest person I know, Rick." You tell him seriously, not liking his current mind set at all. He was one of the best men you knew, and you couldn't imagine him thinking so lowly of himself. You practically idolized your big brother. Had always wanted and strived to be as brave, and as strong as he never failed to be. He shakes his head at you, not believing you. "Tell me what brought all this on. If there somethin' you wanna get off your chest, then spit it out." You tell him, making his eyes look over at you. Something was eating him alive, and you hated seeing it. "Lori's pregnant and.." He tails off as he looks down briefly at his boots. You close your eyes in realization while letting your head drop briefly. Fuck. Now you all have to stay on this damn farm. Absolutely no questions about it. Oh god- It really could be Shane's... Shit- Does Rick even know about her and Shane yet? A million thoughts fly through your mind, as you look up at him obviously struggling with his next words.

"And?" You ask calmly, encouraging the cherry on top. His voice is low, completely different as he speaks again, "Her n Shane..." Is all he can say as he glares back at the tent with a now obvious anger. You exhale a heavy sigh through your nose at that. Slightly relieved he knew, but upset for him all the same. He looks over at you. Half expecting you to go drag Shane out of his tent and beat him half bloody, but you're unusually calm. Simply nodding in acknowledgment of his words, and looking down to your feet. "You knew." He lowly states, kinda baffled that you'd keep something like this from him, as he leans back in his chair. Now staring at you completely shocked. You curtly nod once, as you slowly look over at him. He runs a hand down his face in disbelief, "Why didn't you-" he starts but you cut him off. "Because they stopped fuckin' the day you came back. They know it was wrong, n they thought you were dead.. Hell- we all did." You admit as you look down at your bare feet agian. "Besides.. How the fuck was I supposed to tell you that your wife was sleepin' with our brother? ...It wasn't exactly my place." You tell him seriously as you look over at him. Making him actually crack a brief half smile at the ridiculous question that he never thought he'd ever hear coming from you. Even despite the pang of heart ache your words make him gruesomely aware of how everyone likely knew. He chuckles a little, "Hell, I don't know." He brokenly admits, as his sad half smile fades from his lips just as quickly as it came. You sigh at him as you reach over and grab his hand.