This imagine is inspired by the song The Heart Wants What It Wants by Selena Gomez, I hope you enjoy 🤍
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The rain fell in heavy sheets, drumming on the metal roof of the dilapidated warehouse where you sought refuge. Inside, the atmosphere was tense yet familiar, a place where quiet conversations and muffled footsteps seemed to echo against the walls.
Daryl Dixon leaned against a wall, his eyes scanning the room with their usual guarded intensity. You'd arrived with a few supplies you scavenged, hoping to trade them for a moments peace. His gaze flickered over to you, lingering a fraction longer than necessary. There was something in his eyes-something that spoke of weariness and a longing hidden beneath layers of indifference.
You handed him the supplies with a simple nod, your fingers brushing his ever-so-slightly. A small spark flickered in his eyes, one that you couldn't ignore.
"Thanks," he said gruffly, but there was a softness in his voice, a hint of something unspoken.
You wanted to say more, but the words were trapped in your throat. Instead, you took a deep breath and offered a faint smile before turning to leave. As you walked away the weight of the moment heavily on your shoulders.
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The heart wants what it wants.
Those words echoed in your mind as you wandered through the abandoned streets, the rain now reduced to a drizzle. You had always been good at ignoring your own desires, pushing them aside to focus on the immediate survival. But now, Daryl's presence was a constant distraction, a reminder that even in the darkest corners of the world, the heart could still yearn for something-or someone.
You found a quiet spot to rest and leaned against a crumbling wall, the chill of the night sleeping through your worn clothes. Closing your eyes, you let your thoughts drift to Daryl. There was something about him, a raw authenticity that drew you in despite his reluctance to open up. You could sense his battles, his scars-both physical and emotional-yet there was a magnetism in his solitude.
The heart wants what it wants.
You repeated the phrase to yourself, the words an almost bitter solace. Your heart had never been so stubborn before, so insistent on this unspoken connection that neither of you dared to acknowledge fully.
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Days passed, and you continued to cross paths with Daryl. Each encounter was brief but charged with an unspoken tension. Then, one evening, as you were preparing to settle for the night in your makeshift camp, Daryl appeared unannounced, his presence as unexpected as it was commanding.
"You ever gonna stop avoiding me?" He asked, his voice tinged with a rare vulnerability.
You looked up, surprise etched on your face. " I didn't think I was."
Daryl's eyes softened, the usual hardness in his gaze giving way to something more tender. "You think you can just walk away from this, from us?"
The raw honesty in his voice made your heart face. You took a deep breath, standing your to face him. "I don't know if it's something we can walk away from. I've been trying, but the heart wants what it wants. And my heart-"
"It's not jus' you," he interrupted, taking a step closer. "I feel it too. I've been fighting it, runnin' from it, but.."
His words trailed off, leaving an open space filled with the weight of what remained unsaid. Your gaze met his, and for the first time, you saw the vulnerability he rarely showed to anyone.
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The night air was thick with unspoken promises and shared secrets. You took a tentative step towards him, your heart thudding in your chest as the distance between you closed. His fingers brushing against your cheek with a touch that was both gentle and electrifying.
"I don't know what this means," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "But I know, I can't keep pretending like it doesn't matter."
You leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his body as it drew nearer. "It matters," you whispered, your voice trembling. "It matters more than anything else."
In that moment, the world seemed to stand still, the chaos of the outside world fading into the background. Daryl's arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. The embrace was both fierce and tender, a merging of two souls who had fought against their own hearts for far too long.
The heart wants what it wants, you thought, feeling the truth of it settle deep within you. As Daryl's lips brushed against yours, the final walls between you crumbled, and for the first time in a long time, you felt a glimmer of hope in the midst of the darkness.
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The future was uncertain, a constant dance between survival and the fragility of hope. But as you and Daryl walked forward together, the strength of your bond became a beacon in the gloom. You both had chosen to embrace what your hearts wanted, and in that choice, you found a sense of purpose and connection that transcended the trials of the world around you.
And so, the heart continued to want what it wanted, finding solace in the shared journey between two souls who had finally stopped running from their own desires.
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Hope you enjoyed
Yours truly
Barnie
