The Odd One Out ~A Daryl Dixon X Reader~

Chapter 39

Wow.
Guys. 19k+ views. REALLY?!?!?!!?!!
What on earth did I do to deserve this? I can't-- I just-- wow. You guys are so amazing, and I don't know what I did to deserve such amazing DNS and friends as you all.
I don't know what I can possibly give you to thank you. Maybe a face reveal? I don't know. But I love you so much. Thank you.

I trotted back up the stairs, trembling from sadness for Daryl and pent up fury on how he was being treated. Tom was standing at the top of the stairs and on the other side of the door, arms crossed.

"Yes, I learned about his family. But before I tell, I have a request." He rose his brow. "I know, I know. I'm not one to be asking requests but... He's not an animal. He hasn't done anything, and I swear he'll be good. Please just at least take him out of the chains."

Tom was quiet for a moment. "Alright." He nodded. "Now tell me about the Dixons."

"His mom has been dead. We don't about his dad, and Merle, his brother, wouldn't threaten people. He's not a leader of a gang, but he'd get caught up in one. He ain't stupid."

"So, Daddy Dixon is the main culprit?" He crossed his arms.

"I..." For some reason, I didn't want to believe it. "Maybe not... We don't know if he's dead or alive."

Tom didn't seem convinced. "Alright, well, thank you. You should know I don't like violence, so any peaceful situations, like you, are always welcome. And, also, I'll get Daryl a room."

I nodded. "Thank you so much." I felt relief bubbling inside.

"Now, go back to your room. They're you'll find bathing stuff and lunch."

I nodded and started off.

In the room were two bath towels (fluffy ones, I might add), a wash rag, a bar of soap, a plate of food, and a... Oh. Oh, a container of bubble bath. The plate was filled with ham, green beans, and mashed potatoes. ((I just made myself hungry...))

I gobbled up the food, carefully watching the bath stuff as if it might run off. I hadn't had a bath in ages and it was going to be heaven on earth. Suddenly I got an idea. After finishing the delicious meal I grabbed the bubble bath and walked out of my small room.

I hailed a black clad guard (Tom had given me the freedom to travel around the first floor, the 'apartments'. "Where's Dixon being held?" I asked. "I'm his girlfriend, Tom said I can visit him."

"How many golden pieces make the he golden triangle?" He replied monotonically.

Tom had given me the password for first floor travel. "Three major pieces." I replied.

He nodded. "Room 937."

I nodded and started off, muttering the number under my breath until I reached the door. I knocked. "What?" Came Daryl's gruff voice.

"It's me, Daryl." I sighed with a smile.

"Oh. Cmon in." He grunted.

I opened the door and squeaked, my face turning red. Daryl was chilling on the bed. Without a shirt. He looked positively amazing even though he was glowering. He had a well defined chest and I'd not seen many chests, so it made me blush.

"It's okay. I'll put a shirt
back on if you're uncomfortable." He grunted, sitting up.

"I'm fine." I tilted by head. "What's wrong?"

"This is mutiny." He grumbled. "I mean, they're not even ugly! This is an insult! They're so fluffy and they don't even fit me, but I can't wear my boots, nooooooo. I have to wear those!!"

"Dar-bear, what the heck are you talking about?" I asked with a look.

"These!!" He held up a pair of positively adorable bunny slippers with a scowl.

"Oh, they're so cute!" I squealed.

"Exactly." He grumbled.

"Well, at least they're not pumped up, neon pink high heels and a lacy tutu, also pink." I mumbled. "Not that you wouldn't look positively sexy."

((Yes,all you commenters know exactly what this.))

He stared at me. "Anyways." I shook my head. "Do you like swimming?"

"Yes." He shrugged.

"Do you like bubbles?" He didn't answer. I held up the bottle of bubble bath.

"No." Was all he said. "Absolutely no."