Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~83~ (Lemon)

Finally you all pulled up to Alexandria right at sun set. Daryl was still passed out and leaning heavily into your body. Sleeping hard when your twin slows that truck down to weave between six different, metal pipe spiked, abandoned cars. Stopping at a huge rod ironed fence attached to another cloth covered chain linked fence to shield prying eyes behind those gates. The walls surrounding what your bothers referred to as home were huge, and rather formidable. It was at least fifteen feet high and supported by cold rolled steel beams. Damn near impenetrable, unless of course a tank or something heavy rolled up and into it. "Welcome back home, sis." Rick tells you lowly as the gates roll open. You huff a small laugh through your nose, "Good to be back." You tease quietly back. Both of your brothers smile lightly at that when Rick drives through the gate. This place was by far, way bigger than the Hilltop. Huge homes instead of just a scrounged together and eventually upgraded survival camp. A genuine home based community that had been fortified by that huge steel wall for protection. It was rather genius, and what you imagined was considered lavish for the apocalypse. Especially because this place would have been considered lavish even before the world ended. Rick pulls up to a huge, pale blue, two story home before stopping and parking that truck. "Finally.. Home sweet, home." Shane comments in relief. "Damn, brother. This is yours?" You ask with slightly wide eyes as you stare at the at least half a million dollar home. He glances back at you, "It's ours. We all share it." Your twin tells you, and you definitely didn't miss the somber hint to his gaze as he turns to look at you. Your brows raise briefly in acknowledgment, "Like a frat house?" You ask half teasingly. Just to get the somber glaze to leave your twins ice blue eyes. It works because he huffs a small laugh out at you, "Come on, smartass." He tells you as him and Shane get out of the truck.

You hum a slight laugh at Rick before your hand comes up to caress the side of Daryl's face. "Wake up, pretty boy." You mumble against the top of his head. He stirs ever so slightly from your voice, "..Hm?" He gunts lowly, almost immediately going right back to sleep. "We're home. Ya gotta wake up." You tell him as your fingers thread through his hair to stimulate his consciousness. He lifts his head and glances past your head to look at the house across the street with tired eyes. He must of known exactly where he was because those still so very exhausted blue eyes glance back down at you. Your brows knit at how the sleep was hanging onto him so tightly, "Come on, baby." You tell him as your hand cups the side of his face. His heavy eyes close at the gentle touch, his face leaning farther into your palm instinctively. Leaving you convinced he'd fall asleep right there once again if you let him. You lean up, letting your lips brush his, which makes his forehead fall heavy against yours. "Ya needa go get some real sleep." You whisper seriously against his lips before you kiss him softly. When you pulled back from him, his lips followed yours slowly. His movements genuinely sluggish from how tired he still was. Yet, his heavy blue eyes open. His gaze flicking up from your lips to meet your eyes. Your thumb runs over that mole of his, making his next heavy lidded blink slower. "Come on." You tell him softly as you pull away from him. He sighs ever so slightly, only to get out his side of the truck when you got out of yours. He stood there on the curb and waited for you to walk around the back of the truck.

Your brows knit again at his refusal to let you out of his sight, even for a second. So you held your hand out to him as you came up to him. He didn't hesitate to take your smaller hand in his rough, broad one. His strong, but gentle grip immediately lacing your fingers together as you both head up the steps after Shane and Rick. Your bothers left the door widen open, and you closed it gently behind you and Daryl. Your grip on your his hand tightens slightly when nervousness slams into your stomach. You'd been anxious to see Carl. Yet, something told you this nervousness churning your stomach now was for an entirely different reason. A puzzle piece you had yet to remember was causing this deep rooted anxiety twisting within you. Still, your gaze swings to the left towards the sound of a book smacking against a table. There you found a living room where a beautiful woman sporting dread locks flys off the couch she'd been resting on. "You're back!" She exclaims in relief and obvious happiness. Her deep chocolate eyes fully trained on you. You nod a bit as she continues to steps towards you, swiftly brushing past your brothers. You went to step back, but Daryl's hand gives yours a gentle reassuring squeeze. Letting you know it was alright, but also not letting you step back when you tensed up to do so. "...Yeah." You barely get out when she gently pulls you into a firm hug. "You didn't let me say goodbye before you were gone again- and I was so worried..." she starts, only to trail off with mixed emotions before she shakes her head and pulls back from you. "But you're back! We're ready and you're back!" She states with a bright jubilant smile of stark white teeth. You blink at her genuine, almost ethereal natural beauty and nod a bit. Even despite being tense as hell from her gentle warm hands still holding your shoulders firmly.