My soulmate is a Dixon

Prologue

"Of course, I got paired with the one and only Daryl Dixon. The one man I hate and he's my soulmate. Wow. Just wow."

Those were my first thoughts. At least it ain't Merle. I would've died. But this is what I get because the world's turn to shit? Thank you. Thank you Earth.

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I close my notebook, rereading the shit I've wrote it in. I regret writing that shit. Me and Daryl have too much in common.

"Hey, Willow. I'm goin' on a hunt, wanna come with?" Daryl asked, approaching our shared tent.

"Hell, why not? I ain't gonna sit here and do jack shit." I respond. Daryl and I refuse to leave each others side now. "No Merle this time?"

"Nah. He scared off the prey to much." I turned and looked at the smirk on his face. "God Damn you are beautiful."

I blushed. Knowing he was my soulmate, I can't contain the blush whenever he compliments me. "Alright, let's get goin'." I respond before we get carried away. I grab my crossbow and hand Daryl his, making sure I still have my gun and knife on me.