The Odd One Out ~A Daryl Dixon X Reader~

Chapter 20

1. Thank you all so much for the 1.49k+ reads!!!
2. I'm sorry I'm sorta lazy (I've got the biggest writer's block this side of the planet as ever seen).
3. I love you and Daryl.
4. I'm sorry for the late update.

It was dark and all I could hear was his soft, hoarse breathing. We were sleeping in our usual corners, a couple feet away from each other. "Daryl?" I whispered. He didn't reply. He was trying to pretend he was sleeping.
How cute.

"Daryl?" I shifted closer to him. After another not reply I stood up, picked up my blanket, dropped it next to him, and lay on it. I was far enough away that I didn't touch him but his warmth still reached me.
I felt him tremble slightly. See, I had all the blankets because he offered them to me. He was cold.

"Do you want a blanket?" I asked softly. Still no reply.
I turned on my side, wrapped my arms around him, and rested my head on his warm chest. I could feel his heart pulsing beneath my ears and it soothed me. I was growing warmer, and didn't realize I had been too cold until I was snuggled against him.

When I hugged him he had tensed slightly, so I knew he was awake. "Why won't you talk to me?"

I know it had been awkward since he had started crying, and we hadn't spoken six words to each other, but I still wanted him to talk to me.

"It's okay, Daryl. You can talk to me. I promise I'm not going to kiss you... Or anything like that."

I sighed and began to stroke his cheek gently, trying to comfort him. I didn't really know how to comfort people, but I was trying. Suddenly I felt something wet on my fingers. I paused. It wasn't sticky or cold. Just wet.

I suddenly realized he was crying. His warm, strong arms wrapped around me and he buried his face in my neck. I paused for a moment before gently rubbing his back. He continued to cry, and I held him.

I gently kissed the top of his head and whispered into his hair. As I tried to comfort him, he cried harder.
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We lay there, staring up at the ceiling, inches apart from one another. "...Daryl?" I began slowly. "Why do you keep crying."

There was silence for so long. I almost asked again when he finally spoke. His voice was hoarse and quiet. "I ain't... This...I..." He sighed. "I ain't even got nothin' from my family. My dad beat me, and all Merle was there for was just because we were brotha's. We were all we had. I ain't never felt love from nobody, and this feelin's so strange and nice and..." He sighed again. "It sorta scares me but I like it."

I crawled over to him, wrapped my arms around him, gently kissed his bristly cheek, and lay next to him. "Don't worry, I'll help ya." And wee fell asleep.

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