Angel Wings || Daryl Dixon Love Story ||

Redneck Brother

"What did he say?" Michonne asked, wrapping her hands around her sheath's strap.

"He's going to go wipe out some of the Governor's men. Maybe even kill the Governor himself." I sighed, running my hand through my hair as I let it out of my ponytail. "It's fucking stupid if you ask me."

"Huh, maybe he's not such bad guy after all." Michonne pondered for a few moments. "Reedemimg himself."

"It's because of Daryl. He influenced him to do the right thing." I half-smiled then laughed a little. "Thank god Daryl listened to me or you'd be with the damn Governor by now."

"Why the hell did he take me then and thought it was okay to take you?" Michonne snapped, sending me backwards a couple of steps.

I let out an exahusted sigh, keeping back up with her. I shrug, my lip jutting out. "That guy's a mystery to everyone."

"So." She eyed me, glancing over her shoulder. A playful smile curled upon her lips. "You and Daryl?"

I stared off into the distance, drawing my lips inside my mouth. I was silent for a few moments, gulping down my dry throat. Not like I could lie to her, Michonne could get the truth out of me fast and easily. Besides, I was a bad liar and from the look on my face, you could tell. "Damn, Michonne. Isn't it obvious."

She laughed, one of those laughs someone makes under their breath. That was something she normally didn't do. "Yeah, guess everyone was thinking something was going on."

"Is it really that obious?" I asked, yanking a few wisps of hair behind my ear.

Michonne bobbed her head up and down, smirking. Her hands flew up in the air as she exclaimed. "I don't know what happened at the farm, but how upset you where when he left. Everyone knew what was up."

"God damn," I buried my face in my palms. I rubbed my eyes and my cheeks, drowned with frustration.

"You shouldn't be upset. Daryl is a good man." Michonne comforted.

"He eats squirels and wore ears as a necklace." I muttered, sulking at my pathetic puppy love. It could just be a little crush. Nothing more.

"What?" Her head drew back in confusion. She stared at me in disgust and surprise.

I chuckled nervously, scrathing the back of my head. "Haha, well-"

We approached the walker Merle decapitated earlier. It's head was still laying there, waiting for an unsuspect person to trip onto it. She took her sword out and stabbed the head, ending its movement.

"Hey!" A shout from near made us both jump, we look up from the head and at the familiar figure that appeared near us. It was Daryl, carrying his crossbow worked up in sweat. "Where's my brother?"

Daryl walked towards us. He had an angered look on his face, squinting at the both of us. "Ye kill him?"

She shook her head. Michonne then looked at me. "He let us go." .

"H-he had some 'unfinished' business to take care of." I stammered, my face flushing at the sight of Daryl.

"Why didn't anyone come after me. " He growled, beginning to head off. Michonne eyed me, giving me that look you give to other when you know they should do something. Yes, I was very familiar with that look. I rolled my eye, racing after Daryl.

"Shit, Daryl. Wait up! I can't run that fast." I cry out, huffing out another exhausted breath.

He stops dead in his tracks, shifiting around on his weight. He spins around, eyeing me carefully. "Ye comin' with?"