Imagines / one shots for TWD

9- Daryl Dixon

I inhale. The thick smoke encapturing my every sense, burning as I hold it in. I blow out before repeating the process.  Each time my muscles relaxing more and more. I close my eyes and lean my head back against the side of the house I'm sitting by. I found those cigarettes on a run yesterday and decided to take them, what do I gotta loose? We're at the end of the world for God's sake. If a cigarette won't kill me a walker certainly will.

I see Daryl walking imbetween the house, his muscles bulging out of his shirt,I cant lie as much as I hate him and he hates me , I have to admit he's rather hot. Our eyes lock and I notice slight anger and annoyance written on his face, but then again he's always got that look on his face. "What's gotten stuck up your ass today Dixon?" I ask with a small laugh escaping my lips, as I blow out the toxic fumes. " The fucks tha' in your hand Y/n?" he says as he crouches down , he grabs my wrist with one hand, taking the cigarette from between my fingers with his other.

" What the fuck, Dixon" I say slightly angered by his outburst. How dare he take that away from me. " Give it back, D" I say trying to calm myself down. "Nah, it's not good for yah" he says as he throws it on the floor and stomps on it with his boot. "Fuck you Dixon" I spit at him. " Nah fuck you" he says back. " Couldn't pay me a thousand dollars to do that" I retaliate back. " Yeah , you keep telling yourself tha' " he says , before starting to walk away  , he turns back around " Don't let meh catch ya doin' tha' shit again".

"You can't tell me what to do Dixon,"  I shout back at him, now pissed off. Just cause he's attractive it doesn't give him the right to tell me what I can and cant do. 

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It's now nearly dark out, after my small interaction with Daryl earlier I went to do my tasks for the day. As I walk towards my house, I decide to have a cigarette, of course I don't give a shit what Daryl said , he can't control me or my actions.  I take in the golden sunset, it's  my favourite time of the day  cause it meant I could go home , relax and do nothing. 

"The fuck did I tell ya about smoking Y/n," I hear Daryl's gruff voice interrupting my peace and quiet. "And what did I tell you, you can't tell me what to do"I say as I turn around to face him, purposefully blowing the smoke in his face, just because I can.

"Y/n...."he says in a way warning me, but let's be honest what's he gonna do, nothing , that's what. I ignore him, as I keep walking towards my house, taking long drags of the cigarette  as I go. I feel Daryl close behind me, but before I know it he's snatching it out of my hand for the second time today, this is getting quite frustrating. I turn around in retaliation but before I can say one word he throws me over his shoulder and turns back around walking in the direction of what I believe to be his house. "Put me down , Dixon" I say but the prick ignores me as he continues walking. I'm getting a perfect view of his ass , I just don't appreciate how I'm hanging of his shoulder like a rag doll.

Once we reach his house, we swiftly enter and he finally places me down. "Give meh the packet Y/n," he says waiting expectantly as if I'm about to just hand it over. "No." I say glaring at him. " I swear to god if you don't give me that packets willingly ill find it myself," he says. "What's the big deal anyway , don't act like you don't smoke, cause I know you do Daryl" I say stubbornly.

"Don't matter wha' I do, it's not good for yah" he continues. "Why do you care what's good for me Daryl?" I say in a challenging manner as I step closer towards him never breaking eye contact. "I thought you hated me" I continue , " that you couldn't stand the sight of me, yet here we are standing in your house, tell me Daryl what are we doing in your house." By now our bodies were nearly touching , I could smell the outdoor woodsy scent that he carries. "I don't " he says, but not necessarily convincing. "Yeah you keep telling yourself that" I say .

A tense silence falls between us, an unreadable look is imprinted on Daryl's face. I couldn't quite read him which is something that didn't happen very often. I hear a brief "Ah.. Fuck it" come from him before his lips meet mine in a rough and hot kiss.  His large hand covering the side of my face whilst the other pulls me in closer by the waist . My hands threaded through his long silky hair.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring every corner or my mouth as we fight for dominance.
It's as if everything has fallen into place, all the pent up emotions and unspoken words all being let out into this kiss.

Harsh , passionate and rough is what it is. He taps the side of my thigh as an indication for me to jump, so I do. He catches me with ease taking us to his bedroom. He lays us down him underneath and me on top of him. His hands trailing every curve of my body. He tastes exactly as I had imagined many times before.

As we pull away, both of us breathing heavily , a small laugh escaped my lips. "What's so funny?" he asks a small smile becoming evident on his lips. "Nothing" I say shaking my head , placing my lips on his again.

No words are passed between us , yet no words are needed. I knew our hatred towards each other had turned into a powerful attraction.

After a while of Daryl holding me in his arms, he speaks again. "Promise me you won't smoke again Y/n," he says as he cups my cheek with his hand, looking at me with his blue eyes. "Only if you stop smoking too, D " I say back. "Fine, deal, only cause I care about yah" he says before planting another kiss on my lips.

From a pack of cigarettes to a new found relationship, I could say life wasn't so shit after all.