Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~49~

   In the early morning, your laying on your back with your husband laying on your chest. His arms wrapped tightly around your torso as he holds you in his sleep. The sound of your beating heart keeping him in his needed deep sleep. The sun was just starting to lighten the previously inky sky to a deep navy blue. You lay there for a while, staring at the light grey half torn up ceiling of the van, just listening to him breathing. About twenty minutes after you woke up, you hear a walker stumble past. Daryl must of heard it too because his body jolts, but he didn't move after that. Your head lifts and you glance down at him, not able to see his face without possibly waking him up if he wasn't already. "You up, baby?" You barely whisper, not wanting to wake him if he wasn't actually up yet. His breath becomes labored, like he was suddenly struggling to draw breath. Your heart drops, immediately recognizing that he was awake, but his body wasn't. Your hand slides up his back, over his neck and into his hair. "S' alright- You're alright. I've got you, baby.." you say softly as you continue to hold his body gently to yours as your hand works up his neck and into his hair. Trying to help his body wake up. Praying he wasn't seeing anything fucking weird again. This had happened twice before. Only once before did he admit to seeing "something fuckin' weird", which was code for absolutely terrifying.

You knew whatever it was had scared the shit out of him because when he could move, he rolled his body over yours ready to fight whatever the fuck he'd seen. His jaw clenched as he growls trying his damnedest to move his body. Your arms hold him a bit tighter, not wanting him to fling you both in the floor if he did see something. "It'll pass- you're alright. It's just me n you in here.." you reassured him lightly. Preparing for when he can move, knowing he would definitely over power you because he was much stronger than you physically. As if your voice flipped the switch to his body on, he jolts. His arms snapping tighter around yours, pulling you up into his body as he lurches up. His head flys up and his eyes frantically search the empty middle and front seats. Your hand slides down his cheek as you cup it gently and he snaps his frightened panting gaze down to meet your eyes. "You're alright, baby. S' just us.." you reassured him lightly.

His head drops slightly as he sighs in relief, his tight body relaxing a bit over yours. "M' sorry, angel.." he breathes lightly, his head shaking in frustration. You kiss his forehead, "Nothing to be sorry for, baby." You tell him seriously. He nods as he lets his death grip on your body relax as he sits up, bringing your body with him. You sit on his lap, brushing your thumb against his cheek. He leans into your touch, letting you calm him down. You open your mouth to ask him if he wanted to talk about it, even though you already knew he didn't, you'd still would offer. A walker slams into the side of the van suddenly before you can ask, making him jump so harshly it rattles your dog tags that he must of slipped onto your neck again at some point during the night. His hand immediately snapping down to his hunting knife as his eyes glare dangerously toward the back seats, driver side triangular window. Staring at the walker scratching at the glass in the now pale blue morning light. You groan internally, "I got it.." you tell him as you kiss his cheek before pulling away from him. He lets you go, keeping an eye on it as he follows you towards the door. He grabs his cross bow as you grab your knife to yank it out before ripping the door open.

You slip out and the walker immediately turns towards you and the sound of the screeching door. You stab it in the head and it falls to the ground. "Angel-" Daryl warns lowly as two more step out from behind the van. "I see em'." You tell him quietly, stepping to the side of the walker's corpse you'd just dropped. Daryl gets out and aims for the one behind the one who had its sight set on you. It falls dead when your husband puts a bolt through its eye socket. The walker in front of you sniffles at you and immediately turns away, stepping towards Daryl who was reloading his cross bow. You growl annoyed and take the two steps to stab it in the base of its skull, still not used to that yet. It drops face first into the sun faded cement. Two feet from Daryl, whose eyes were now wide in shock at they stare at you. You sigh heavily and shake your head at his frozen mid reload position. "Yeah- that's new by the way.. S' like they think I'm one of them or somethin'? They don't come for me unless I'm moving quick enough that they can tell I'm still alive..." you admit lowly. He just blinks at you stunned. Speechless.