Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~55~

Maggie and Sasha instantly relaxed a bit when they saw and heard you. Aaron on the other hand very slowly, side steps to be able to face both you now, as well as Maggie and Sasha still. You side glance at your two relieved group sisters for all of half a second. "Mags- Sash. Y'all alright?" You ask in a much softer tone that doesn't match your cold eyes that slide back to Aaron. "Yes." They both say at the same time, voices on guard still as they eye Arron closely. "(Y/n)?" Aaron asks curiously as he takes you in, not maliciously, just pure curiosity and.. was that fascination? "You tell me. You're the one stalking my family." You state back as you look him up and down. He was cleaner than anyone you'd seen since Terminus and the prison. His deep blue hiking jacket was worn sure, but clean. So was his blue and white plaid shirt, that was extremely clean, recently washed clean. So was his dirty blonde hair, blue jeans, and beige bag that was slung over his shoulders. His face was also freshly shaved, and washed. As if he could see your train of thought he chuckles lightly, "I know.. I don't look like I belong out here, huh?" He says with light humor.

"You have a camp- don't you." You state. Not a question, it was demand for an answer, because as nice as he seemed, you did not trust this man. Especially not when he'd been following your family for days now. He smiles lightly, "Yes, something like that. ...That's the good news, actually. I'd like to take all of you back to my home. If you'd like, that is.. to addition to stay." he says seriously, but gently all the same. The steady calmness and kindness in his voice threw you for a loop considering he was also looking down the barrel of your pistol still. Your brows narrow briefly, studying his kind grey blue eyes, not sure what exactly he meant by auditioning. "What do you want from us, Aaron." You state firmly. He just smiles lightly at you, "To help you all. If you'll let me.. You'd of killed me by now if you thought I was lying, (Y/n)." He says calmly, seriously. You look him up and down, "Correct. You want to see my brother?" You ask, still aiming at him. Aaron nods once curtly, "Please?" He asks simply, still a bit nervous because of your aim. You half shrug, "As you wish, but again- Be careful what you wish for.. N just so we're clear, Aaron." You say as you lower your aim, staring him down seriously. "You do anythin'- you so much as breathe wrong towards any of my family. I will fuckin' kill you. Do you understand me." You spit coldly. Aaron just smiles gently, "I understand, completely. I promise you, I mean none of you any harm." He reassures you calmly. You nod once, "Ya won't mind if I search you before we take you back then." You state again, glad that Maggie and Sasha had yet to drop their aim.

Aaron chuckles and holds his arms out like this was a regular, whatever fucking day it was, for him. "Absolutely, go right ahead. I have a knife in my bag, on my left hip, and my pistol is tucked into the back of my jeans. Just so you know." He informed you as he stands still as a calm statue. "Good to know." You state as you pat him down, removing the knife, pistol, and then taking the bag from him. "I'm going to hold onto these." You tell him as you stand from carefully making sure he didn't have any knifes hidden in his socks. "Understandable. I don't mind." He says calmly as he drops his arms. You glance over at Sasha and Maggie, holding a steady hand out to them. They glance at you, and drop their aim slowly. You eye Aaron who just had a happy smile on his lips. "You'll follow them. I'll follow you." You tell him as you hand Sasha his bag. He just nods, "Fine with me." He says back simply. You look back to Sasha and Maggie and nod to the side towards the barn. They nod back in silent agreement and start off, and Aaron follows after them. "You alone out here?" You ask simply as you all walked through the woods. "Yes." He says quickly, almost too quickly. Your eyes narrow on the back of his head and you instantly start glancing around the woods. Seeing, hearing, and smelling nothing but the woods and walkers pieces strewn about the closer you came to the barn. "Was some storm last night, huh?" He asks after a few beats of tense silence from you three, cleverly changing the subject. "It was." Maggie agrees lowly as you all come to the barn.